The best actor is my lover [Transmigration Book]

Xiao Li is Pei Jing's right-hand man, and has appeared countless times in interviews with actor Pei Jing.As small as the film crew takes care of daily life, as big as walking the red carpet of the film festival, there is almost no time when he is not there, everyone knows it.

Everyone in the crew is naturally like a mirror.

Seeing Xiao Li delivering food to Jing Wenqing, they all put down their bowls and chopsticks, whispered in amazement, and cast their gazes frequently.

Xiao Li looked left and right, without restraint, and had no intention of leaving.

When Jing Wenqing drank the soup bit by bit with a plastic spoon in his hands, Xiao Li looked on tiptoe──

The insulated box was bare and there was nothing left.

Xiaodong sat aside: "..."

Xiao Li was dumbfounded: "Do you like it so much?"

Jing Wenqing asked Xiaodong for two napkins, wiped them politely, and said generously, "Not bad..."

Xiao Li hummed, hurriedly lowered his head and quietly turned on the phone, and typed in Pei Jing's dialog--

"Boss, he really likes it, there is not a single drop left! Good guy, it smells so bad, he actually likes such a stinky thing."

"But why are you asking this? Do you want to do the opposite next time?! Good!"

"How much is the total package? It's embarrassing for a man to eat plain rice. I'll transfer the money to your boss." Jing Wenqing cleaned up the leftovers and stared at Xiao Li fiercely.

"Ah?" Xiao Li looked at it in surprise, "My boss rewarded you with a free dinner, why are you still fussing about it?"

In Xiao Li's impression, Jing Wenqing has always been ungrounded, pointing and pointing after a prostitute, saying that the takeaway food is not as delicious as the delicacies made by the nanny at home. How has he ever had such a face?

Although he wanted to say something, Pei Jing didn't say that he would ask someone to pay for it, so he didn't dare to say anything...

He took another look, and typed again in the dialog box of Pei Jing——

"I think the King of Dance is abnormal, he actually wants to pay you back."

"He won't transfer you 100 yuan and turn around and say you're extorting money!?"

Jing Wenqing touched his chin: "Is it convenient to say?"

"No, no, Brother Pei bought it, and I don't know how much it is." Xiao Li laughed dryly, and got up while taking back his phone, "Brother Pei has something to do at night, so I have to go find him. My boss's insulation box is just a gift. If you want it, use it or throw it away. Brother Pei will definitely not want it."

Jing Wenqing shrank his hand holding the insulated box, as if scalded by boiling water, he was so shocked that he felt ashamed.

Pei Jing's, the insulation box, I gave it to him.

something so personal...

The plot of the little black house is really ahead of schedule.

Jing Wenqing shrank his hands uncomfortably.

After watching Xiao Li leave, Jing Wenqing thought for two seconds: "Xiaodong. You said a bowl of sixtieth birthday plus... the actor's limited edition pink show bag insulation box, is it enough for me to give him 500 yuan?"

Xiaodong choked: "...I, I don't think it will work at all. What the hell is the actor playing? After all this operation, I can no longer understand..."

Jing Wen said in a clear heart, I can't understand either.He opened the actor's dialog box with his backhand, transferred a thousand money, and didn't leave a word.

……

"Oh shit, the phone is ringing... Let me see who is looking for me..." In the box, Pei Jing's friend took out the phone with his tongue out, looked left and right for a long time, and suddenly fell, "Didn't the mother belong to me?! It just rang..."

Pei Jing was waiting for an interview, so it was inconvenient to drink too much. He only drank half a bottle of beer, and his head was very clear.He was speechless and touched his pocket.

Jing Wenqing: [You have a transfer waiting to be received]

Amount, 1000.

Pei Jing was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't stand still, eat your vegetables!" Another friend next to Pei Jing was smelling of alcohol, and he held up a wine bottle and approached him, "...Hey, why did you protect the King of Dance so much in the interview? Come on! La?"

Pei Jing took back the phone, turned sideways to avoid his hands that were about to hook his shoulders, and asked without a smile: "Leave aside whether it's good or not. In the interview, I always tell the truth, what does it have to do with whether you protect me or not?"

"Don't ask, don't ask, are you impatient?" The man smiled ambiguously, "Actually, Jing Wenqing is really good-looking, as I said before, there are quite a few people in the circle who like him."

"That's right, Old Pei. You still disliked him back then. Look, he has a good way of seducing people. Why don't you play around and introduce me to him?"

Pei Jing frowned: "He's as good as a boxer in the overhand throw. Don't make plans for him."

Tonight's dinner was originally a table where several business giants and investors in the circle gathered after the interview.The smell of tobacco and alcohol made Pei Jing's head dizzy.According to the actor's past temper, he definitely won't be able to leave. Pei Jing originally wanted to endure it, but now there is such an unappetizing idiot coveting his wife...

This is a fart.

Pei Jing folded his windbreaker, glanced coldly at the people in the private room, raised his wine glass and downed it in one gulp, and finally put the goblet upside down on the table.

There was a "snap", crisp and loud.

The empty wine bottle on the table trembled slightly.

Everyone was stunned and opened their mouths wide.

"Hey, don't be angry... don't play, don't play. After drinking some wine, everyone is just booing... You still have a few interviews later." The peacemaker on the side hurriedly persuaded, "Take a break, Take a break."

Everyone was terrified, if they had known that Pei Jing was so concerned about Jing Wenqing now, they would definitely not have made such a fuss.

In the future, when it comes to business cooperation, Pei Jing is the boss of Jin. If this breaks up like this, he will suffer in the future.

Pei Jing was too lazy to listen to the explanation, glanced sideways, got up and walked out the door.He was already full of aura, but now he exudes a sense of alienation that strangers should not get close to.The box suddenly fell silent, everyone was stunned.

Pei Jing made a hoarse voice, and smiled lowly: "Let's put it this way—I'm just interested in Jing Wenqing. Who dares to try to touch him."

The voice fell, and the door was slammed shut.

……

Pei Jing was not on the set, so he called off work early after filming a few shots tonight.Jing Wenqing packed up and changed back to his regular clothes, and bumped into Meng Xihao, the good friend of the King of Dance, head-on.

"Xiaojing!!! I'm coming!" Meng Xihao pounced.

Jing Wenqing quickly dodged, speechless: "...Why are you here?"

"You are so indifferent!" Meng Xihao flinched and pouted, "I asked Qi Qianyao, and then Shi You. Besides... there was a little-known little trickster trying to mess with you yesterday, so I can't come Explore the class!

Meng Xihao came over and whispered into Jing Wenqing's ear: "...Go to the bar and sit down, do you remember the bartender you saw right at last year's dance festival? He works nearby, and I I just contacted him, let's go."

Jing Wenqing took a breath: "..."

The bartender Meng Xihao was talking about was named Xiang Cheng, a handsome little milk dog with a cropped cut, who worked as a bartender in a bar.In the script written by Jing Wenqing, the King of Dance relies on his own charm to attract Xiang Cheng's attention.

The two met at the dance festival. Xiang Cheng hit a straight ball and asked the dance king if he wanted to date.

Jing Wenqing still remembered that the role of Xiang Cheng was written only to highlight the charming characteristics of the dancer Wang Wan... After writing it, he lost it. Since the dance festival, he has never appeared in the following scripts.

"Oh, what are you hesitating about, go ahead and go! Relax and relax..."

Jing Wenqing wanted to cry but couldn't cry, he forced a wry smile: "Can I refuse, filming is very tiring, I think the bed is more suitable for me."

Meng Xihao: "That's so boring! I've already got in touch, and he said he misses you very much!!! Let's continue the relationship, what a handsome man."

"..." Jing Wenqing took a deep breath.

He recalled the experience that he didn't want to join the group and was finally forced to join the group after working for a long time, and he shuddered suddenly.

If I don't go this time, I don't know if I will score twice.

Jing Wenqing looked at Meng Xihao, and sighed deeply in his heart: Don't be afraid of godlike opponents, but be afraid of silly teammates.

"Let's go, let's go." Jing Wenqing said.

Jing Wenqing followed Meng Xihao into the bar.Meng Xihao ordered a few bottles of wine, and asked Xiang Cheng to tune by name. Unexpectedly, Xiang Cheng was very popular and was busy. Jing Wenqing knocked on the table with a slight regret on his face, and couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.

After waiting for a long time, Xiang Cheng walked over with a little apology, and gave two bottles of premium spirits for free: "Xiao Jing, do you remember me?"

"Oh, remember, Xiang Cheng." Jing Wenqing looked around distantly, didn't say sit down, didn't get up, "...well, I've been tired recently, I'm not in a good mood, maybe I'm not in a good mood and don't think too much Chat. Let's have a drink if you want."

Xiang Cheng nodded, blushing with embarrassment: "...I'll call."

Jing Wenqing nodded, Meng Xihao looked over like an idiot, and said with his mouth: "What are you playing???"

Jing Wenqing laughed, and raised his voice: "I'm quite tired, drinking is the most comfortable."

The King of Dance has a good capacity for alcohol, and drinking some wine is harmless, as long as it's not a night of heavy drinking, it's hard to get down.Jing Wenqing thought to himself, as long as he drank a few bottles within the limit of Wu Wang's drinking capacity and pretended to be drunk, everything would be settled.

Jing Wenqing had an idea, and really ordered all the low-alcohol wine in the bar, and drank one after another.

Both Meng Xihao and Xiang Cheng were dumbfounded and kept looking for topics.But Jing Wenqing drank and drank with the wine glass, completely blocking the outside world.

Meng Xihao couldn't help it, so he asked in a low voice: "Is this wine strong... If he gets drunk, will he be troubled when filming tomorrow?"

After presenting the wine bottle to Xiang, Wen Sheng said, "The degree of beer."

Meng Xihao took a look, the alcohol content was only over five degrees!

He was familiar with Jing Wen's drinking capacity, so he patted his chest immediately: "It's okay, it's okay, Xiaojing can drink a thousand glasses of beer! It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem."

Jing Wenqing looked at the two people in front of him.His head was dizzy, as if sitting on a big turntable hundreds of times, double images gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

"..." Jing Wenqing's brain froze.

He pinched his thumb, but he couldn't wake up anyway.

I'm going to die, this is... I'm really going to be drunk.Jing Wenqing thought dizzily.

10 minute later.

Jing Wenqing had two empty bottles of wine in front of him, opened his eyes slightly, and stared blankly at the ceiling of the bar.

He was slightly drunk, his face was slightly flushed, even the pinnae of his ears and the end of his eyes were red.The eyes are slightly moist, the eyes are erratic, and there is no focus at all.

Meng Xihao was shocked, so he quickly contacted Assistant Jing Wenqing and made a phone call.

Xiang Cheng blamed himself, and worriedly supported Jing Wenqing: "He..."

Meng Xihao frowned: "Hey, he's just... in a bad mood. As I told you, yesterday Pei Jing... But why did his drinking capacity drop?"

Xiang Cheng took a deep look at Jing Wenqing and smiled slightly: "It's all right. I'm free anytime. I can make an appointment next time and let him taste the fruit wine. It's very sweet and won't get you drunk."

……

Jing Wenqing wobbled around, his brain was getting bigger, every step was like stepping on cotton, his brain stopped functioning completely.

Xiaodong helped him back to the hotel cubicle, cleaned up for him and left.

When Jing Wenqing heard the sound of the door being locked, he poked his head out of the bed in a daze.The dumbfounded attitude is completely different from before.He scratched his head and murmured, stepped on his slippers and heyed twice, walking towards the door.

Click, the door opened again.

Jing Wenqing turned around in a circle, and was stunned at the door for several seconds.

His eyes were blank, and he was dumbfounded.

Jing Wen's sake taste is not good, although he can't vomit, he is not a problem at all with drunkenness.He walked slowly along the corridor, like a headless chicken, until he plunged into a warm embrace.

Pei Jing reached out to hug him, and when he met his eyes, he paused.

"drunk?"

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