Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

"Jiang Haichao"—three men's different voices, with different intonations and emotions, sounded at the same time.

Jiang Haichao glanced at the two people standing at the door with faces comparable to those of Yan Luo, and then glanced back at Huo Yan.

"Well, do you want to let me go first?" Jiang Haichao reminded in a low voice.After all, the current posture between him and Huo Yan is really...too intimate.

There was a large crowd, and there were two pairs of eyes staring at it. Jiang Haichao felt that it was a bit embarrassing.

But Huo Yan obviously didn't think so.The man's hands on Jiang Haichao's waist tightened, and then he leaned forward, holding him tightly in his arms.

"You two, please move away." Huo Yan hugged Jiang Haichao, like a wolf guarding its prey, exuding a strong aggressiveness.

Similarly, Sui Yuncheng also clenched his fist, "He told you to let go, can you hear me?"

Xiang Siming: "Mr. Huo, it's meaningless to force others to make things difficult."

The atmosphere became very anxious for a while, and the little assistant could feel the strong smell of fire and medicine in the air from a long distance away.

The little assistant looked at Jiang Haichao who was held in Huo Yan's arms, he was really weak, pitiful, and helpless—although he was not very weak, but Huo Yan's aura was there, he was like a tall man standing at 1.2 meters Around him, it can also be crushed to [-] meters.

"Boss, what should I do!" The little assistant rolled his eyes frantically, trying to convey a message with his eyes.

Jiang Haichao frowned, and gave the little assistant a look.

I output, you assist.

The little assistant clenched his fists and nodded repeatedly.

Then, Jiang Haichao turned around and pushed Huo Yan vigorously, "Mr. Huo, please show some respect!"

Huo Yan hugged him and didn't let go, his eyes were terribly gloomy.

"Huo Yan, don't force me, can you?" Jiang Haichao's voice trembled, the reason for crying just now, the tails of his eyes drooped, the residual redness had not faded, and the tip of his nose was pitifully red.

Sure enough, before Jiang Haichao finished speaking, Sui Yuncheng beside him couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward.

"You fucking let go!"

Without even raising his eyelids, Huo Yan blocked Sui Yuncheng's fist with a wave of his hand.

He was still staring at Jiang Haichao with downcast eyes, and suddenly, he laughed, "Honey, you really—"

ever-changing.

Before he finished speaking, Sui Yuncheng threw another punch.

Huo Yan turned his head to look at this angry boy, as if he saw himself many years ago.

Cranky, restless, stupid without knowing it.

Although, Huo Yan has not used violence to solve problems for many years, and, in his cognition, those who solve problems with fists are often the most useless guys.

However, Jiang Haichao can always easily break through his bottom line and principles.

Huo Yan didn't mind teaching this kid a lesson.

He caught Sui Yuncheng's fist with his backhand, turned sideways, and threw Sui Yuncheng who was rushing forward.

This Young Master Sui didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, he turned around and punched him again.

"Say! What did you do to him?!"

"What do you think?" Huo Yan asked back with a smile without a smile on his face, raising his eyebrows, "He was lying in my arms naked, what do you think we did?"

Seeing this, the little assistant covered her mouth and shouted, "Huo Yan, you bastard!"

That heartbroken look is very much like an old father whose cabbage was raped.

"Do you know what he went through today? You still want to force him!" The little assistant said hoarsely, "Huo Yan, you are such a bastard! Why is our boss so pitiful..."

Jiang Haichao: "..." It's not that exaggerated.

Hearing this, Xiang Siming, who has always been calm and reserved, suddenly kicked over the stool at his feet. He rushed forward and grabbed Huo Yan's collar, "Bastard!"

Xiang Siming: "You forced him! Fuck you!"

Very well, the three of them successfully became one.

Taking advantage of this gap, Jiang Haichao broke free from Huo Yan's arms.

He "weakly" tightened his clothes, and "with red eyes" slowly withdrew from the battlefield.

Under the cover of his little assistant, Jiang Haichao finally escaped from this heart-wrenching annual drama.

Before leaving, Jiang Haichao tried to persuade him weakly: "You guys, stop..."

However——as soon as he walked out of the gate, Jiang Haichao raised his hand and pulled his messy hair. His eyes changed from "I'm so scared, I'm so pitiful" to—"I'm so fucking invincible!"

"Huh—" Jiang Yingdi took a deep breath, straightened his back, his eyes were no longer red, and his body no longer trembled.

He stretched casually, and left the scene with light steps.

From Shuimei to Haige, it's that simple.

The little assistant has adapted to Jiang Haichao's superb acting skills like turning a book, and silently gave Jiang Haichao a thumbs up in his heart.

He was able to get away from the hands of the three difficult guys. Anyone who saw him had to say something, Brother Hai Niubi.

It's just that those three are not ordinary people, what if something goes wrong?The little assistant thought about it, and asked with some concern: "We're leaving like this, what about the three inside?"

Jiang Haichao gathered his clothes and glanced at him, "You used to do charity?"

The little assistant shook his head blankly, Jiang Haichao smiled, "Then what are you worried about those bastards doing?"

Jiang Haichao walked towards the director's office, and said slowly, "They are doing their own crimes, so they can't live."

"Tsk," Jiang Haichao frowned and shook his head, "How many times have I told you that I don't turn back, look at one or two of them, and say they deserve it?"

The little assistant nodded half-understanding, "Yes! That's it!"

The boss is right!

***

The director looked at the three people who were at war with each other in the camera, and his back was already wet with cold sweat.

These three people are more difficult to provoke than the other, and no one dares to go forward to persuade them.

Oh, the only one who can persuade is still leisurely sitting on the small bench beside him watching the play.

Jiang Haichao hugged the watermelon, looking like a melon-eating crowd, "Director, is the show full of effects today?"

"Teacher Jiang, this..." The director looked at Jiang Haichao in embarrassment.

Jiang Haichao waved his hand and smiled freely, "Okay, I understand."

He knew that this small dilapidated temple couldn't accommodate so many big Buddhas.

Originally, Jiang Haichao came to record this kind of small program, which not only brought popularity but also brought huge risks.

You know, Jiang Haichao is now a figure in the forefront, and his every move can cause an uproar.

In the current situation, it is only a ghost that we can continue to record.

"Well, I'll be the flying guest of the first episode." Jiang Haichao thought for a while, then said, "The recording time is just enough, you just watch and cut it."

Jiang Haichao had had enough of staying in the deep mountains and old forests, he thought, it was time for him to go out of the mountains and make waves in the rivers and lakes.

The director almost cried on the spot.

In the past few days, Sui Yuncheng, a celebrity, came first, and then the sponsor's father, Huo Yan, also joined the melee. He has been so worried that he hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days.

He didn't expect that Jiang Haichao would be the next best thing. He not only brought heat to the show, but also retreated bravely after the heat came up.

"Sigh," Jiang Haichao sighed, "It's a pity that I wanted to play for a few more days."

At first, he thought that he could come to this village with green mountains and green waters to cultivate his sentiments.

But how can a person who has been in the floating world all year round, loves waves and loves to play, endure loneliness and cultivate his sentiments by guarding the bare mountains?

What's more, there are three worry-free things dangling in front of her eyes.

Jiang Haichao finished eating the watermelon, wiped his mouth, and said to the director, "Then I'll go first." He showed a professional smile and shook hands with the director politely, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

As for the reaction of those three after Jiang Haichao ran away...

Jiang Haichao smiled and waved to the director, leaving this mess to the director.

It's none of your business—no, even if it's my fault, it can hang high.

The reason is not straightforward, and the spirit is also strong.

Jiang Haichao went down the mountain without any psychological burden, and even hummed a little song happily along the way.

While reporting the itinerary to Wang Lin, the little assistant said to Jiang Haichao, "Sister Wang has traveled to several places in the past few days and has already found a script for you."

"Huh?" Jiang Haichao originally wanted to rest for a few days, but he didn't expect to join the group so soon?

Moreover, at this moment, which crew would dare to invite him?

Jiang Haichao: "What play?"

Assistant: "One, it's director Xu Mobai's new play, this script is absolutely perfect——"

Jiang Haichao had no expression on his face, "pass, next."

Just kidding, how could he have just run out of the wolf's den, and then jumped into the tiger's den like hell?

Xu Mobai, that's a big iceberg that freezes to death, it's very difficult to do.

Therefore, even though Xu Mobai's directing ability is top-notch and his films have won numerous awards, Jiang Haichao never thought of cooperating with him.

Assistant: "There is another one, a new director, the script is not bad, but the director is not well-known, and it is the first time to film."

Although the movie was good, the little assistant always felt that Jiang Haichao was a bit inferior to him for making this movie.

After all, for an actor of Jiang Haichao's level, choosing such a script, such a crew, and such a new director is really overkill.

"What character?" Jiang Haichao leaned against the car, closed his eyes and rested.

In Jiang Haichao's view, a small team and a new director are nothing to worry about.

The key to a good movie is the script itself, the story itself.

"Uh," the little assistant looked at the file, paused, and said, "A... mentally handicapped with autistic tendencies?"

Jiang Haichao opened his eyes, and the little assistant waved his hands again and again, "Boss, Sister Wang said, this book is really good, it's very suitable for you——No, it doesn't mean that, it's this character, it's very good—"

Jiang Haichao raised his hand, interrupted his smearing, and asked, "Retarded?"

The little assistant didn't dare to speak out, but Jiang Haichao raised his eyebrows with interest.

"Tell them, I'll accept this show."

"Okay," the assistant continued working with Wang Lin while staring at Jiang Haichao - this was Wang Lin's special order, not only to protect Jiang Haichao, but also to prevent Jiang Haichao from acting as a demon.

Seeing that Jiang Haichao kept swiping his phone with his head down, the little assistant couldn't help asking: "Boss, um, who are you chatting with?"

Jiang Hai didn't even lift his head, "Oh, Feng Shiyuan."

"This kid is quite interesting," Jiang Haichao said with a smile.

"Yes, interesting?"

Jiang Haichao glanced at him, and suddenly said: "I've been idle for two weeks." His fingers tapped lightly on the phone, and his face was familiar, with the casualness of Neptune.

"But Sister Wang said, I can't let you wander around..."

Jiang Haichao: "Oh," he smiled, "It's just for chatting, don't think too much about it."

Assistant: "..." Can you make a written statement?