my secret ex boyfriend

"Brother Ling, this is your room card." Xia Xiaoyu, Qi Wangshu's assistant, took Anling to the door of another room, "Brother Wangshu said that I will accompany you home to pick up your luggage tomorrow, or you can give me your WeChat ID first." Just call me after get off work tomorrow."

An Ling waved his hand in embarrassment, "No, I don't have much to take."

"Let's take it with you. After all, Brother Wangshu has explained everything." Xia Xiaoyu took out his mobile phone, clicked on his WeChat QR code and stretched it out in front of An Ling. An Ling had no choice but to scan the code and add the other party, "Then What are you doing listening to him?"

Xia Xiaoyu was a little surprised when he heard his words, "He is my boss!"

An Ling was stunned, then nodded with a smile, "Yes, he is also my boss now."

After swiping the card to enter the room, An Ling fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

It's been a magical day.

Signing the contract was purely out of anger. After all, Qi Wangshu looked like he didn't want to talk about relationships and only wanted to talk about work, so he couldn't show that he was too brooding about the past.However, at this time, he felt a little regretful, what is this all about now?

On the first day of work, I couldn't even go home. After that, I had to squat in the crew for nearly a month to correct the hot new script every day and offer it with both hands.

But Xia Xiaoyu reminded him, don't think so complicated, you are just working for him to make money.

After get off work the next day, An Ling asked Xia Xiaoyu to go home with him to pick up his things, mainly his notebook and some clothes, not even a suitcase full.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes." An Ling said to Xia Xiaoyu when passing by the convenience store in the community.

Ms. Li was sitting behind the cash register watching a TV series with her mobile phone sideways. An Ling walked behind her, took a pack of cigarettes and put it in her pocket, and then came out.

An Ling thought it was funny, and made a gesture of holding a gun to her temple, and deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Robbery!"

With a "click", Ms. Li's cell phone fell on the table. At the same time, she raised her head in horror, and immediately slapped An Ling on the face after seeing An Ling's smiling face: "Steal your mother's robbery! Bear!"

Anling ran away while hugging his head like a mouse, while retorting, "Isn't it just robbing my mother!"

"You're right! Are you the one who scares my mother like this!" Ms. Li came out from behind the cashier in a hurry. What are you doing with the suitcase? On a business trip?"

An Ling came here just to talk to her about this, and immediately put his arms around Ms. Li's shoulders and said, "I found a part-time job, and I'll probably live outside for a month. Don't think about me."

When he came out of the convenience store, Xia Xiaoyu saw the red palm print on his face that hadn't disappeared at a glance, and was dumbfounded for a few seconds, but he was afraid of touching the other party's privacy and didn't feel ashamed to ask, but An Ling was understanding and rubbed his face Said: "I didn't get paid for buying cigarettes just now, so the shopkeeper slapped me in the face."

Xia Xiaoyu: "Brother Ling, I'm rich!"

An Ling smiled: "Why do you believe in everything, the owner is my mother!"

When Cen Ya appeared at the entrance of the hotel, he noticed that there were two rows of fans lined up in the lobby, each holding their cameras and mobile phone selfie sticks and looking at the direction of the entrance expectantly.

This immediately cheered him up, spit out the chewing gum in his mouth, raised his hand to straighten his sunglasses, thought for a while and took them off again, revealing a pair of slender eyes with raised eyebrows, full of viciousness.

"You two," he turned to the two assistants beside him, "stop those fans for a while, and don't let them touch me."

The two assistants looked at each other and nodded.

The corner of Cen Ya's mouth twitched into a smile ready to meet the scream, and walked into the hotel with his hands in his pockets after the assistant pushed open the glass door.

However, after the whole process to the elevator door, his face was ashen.

If it weren't for the occasional glances that glanced over him emotionlessly, he would have wondered if he was invisible to these people. There were no screams, no shutter sound, and even normal people's gazes on celebrities a few more times would be difficult. He didn’t get it, he was so indifferent that he wished he could sing and dance live, and at the same time let two assistants turn on the speakers to play his profile in a loop:

Cen Ya, an idol singer under the ×× company, has released the album ×××, is good at hip-hop...

Before the end of the first episode, there was a loud scream, and Cen Ya regained consciousness from his brain, and turned his head to look behind him.I saw the lead actor in the play he was going to play squeezed out of the crowd under the difficult protection of two bodyguards, followed by the agent, with his hands full of gifts forced for her, turning around to stop him Keep up with the rabid fans ahead.

"Fuck!" He rolled his eyes and cursed.

The two assistants looked at each other again and remained silent.

Qi Wangshu didn't notice Cen Ya when he walked over quickly. He had been filming a commercial for a day, and the aura around him was very low. While waiting for the elevator, he turned on the screen of his phone several times to check the time, and finally turned to ask Zhang Xinran: "Xiaoyu Haven't come back yet?"

Zhang Xinran replied: "He just called and said he's coming soon."

Qi Wangshu nodded.After the elevator door opened, a group of them walked in. The bodyguard pressed the floor and then the door close button. Qi Wangshu glanced at the door of the hotel, and stretched out his hand to stop the bodyguard's movement.

"Brother Wangshu!" Xia Xiaoyu greeted Qi Wangshu after running in.An Ling was behind him, and put down the suitcase as soon as he got into the elevator - he was tired after running all the way from the hotel door with it, and was about to catch his breath when the suitcase tilted and fell on the foot of the cliff.The latter roared exaggeratedly: "Fuck!"

An Ling quickly bent down to help him up, and smiled apologetically at Cen Ya: "I'm sorry! You're not hurt, are you?"

Qi Wangshu reached out and moved Anling's box in front of him, and tugged him by the way, "Come here."

An Ling didn't move, he took a look at Cen Ya who was glaring at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "He's so handsome, he's a star, right?"

The sentence "Do you have fucking eyes!" was swallowed back into his stomach like this, and Cen Ya, who had just been heartbroken by Qi Wangshu's fans, urgently needed such comfort at this time, so he immediately took out his sunglasses and put them on, pretending "It's really annoying, Recognized again."

An Ling smiled, took a step back and stood beside Qi Wangshu, Qi Wangshu looked down at him, then at Cen Ya who was pretending to be aggressive, and slightly frowned between his brows after looking away.

That evening, director Zhou Chen, Qi Wangshu, and Anling Zhang Xinran held a small rough script seminar together.

The director is a middle-aged man in his 40s, and his hairline should be on the verge of baldness. He relied on Qi Wangshu's face to express his opinions throughout the whole process, so it was An Ling who was always saying that he was in line with "uh, huh, huh, huh". There are also "what you said is what we want" cheering smiles piled up on the table.

"What you said is exactly what we want! The day after tomorrow is the opening ceremony, so I'll trouble screenwriter An!"

After the meeting ended, the director sent a few people outside the door, grabbed An Ling again and sincerely thanked him, which made An Ling very embarrassed, and waved his hands with a smile, "It's not troublesome to use money to do things."

The general plot of the script cannot be changed. After all, the actors, locations, and props have already been set, so we can only work on the lines and some opponent scenes. What An Ling has to do is to change the scenes that will be filmed at least two days later every day, and then send the new script to Go to the director to have a look, and then distribute it to a few leading actors so that they can memorize the lines as soon as possible. The whole assembly line is tense.

After returning to the room, An Ling opened his notebook, stared at the screen for a while, and then typed the first line by typing on the keyboard.