Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

— On the road, the speed of the Bugatti Veyron is as fast as the heartbeat of the little assistant.

He sat in his seat tremblingly, his eyes flicked countless times between Jiang Haichao and Huo Yan.

But the two parties were calmer than the other, Huo Yan still kept the posture of keeping away from others, while Jiang Haichao was holding his mobile phone and concentrating on fighting the landlord.

Maybe, maybe... the little assistant looked at his boss's leisurely appearance, and thought: These two have let go of their old grievances and grievances?Can we live in peace?

However, the car stopped at the entrance of the bungalow hot pot, and a few men in black blocked the little assistant's way.

"Let's talk," Huo Yan skillfully opened the car door for Jiang Haichao, "Let your assistant and manager eat separately."

Jiang Haichao's hands shook, and he successfully dismantled Wang Bo, and let Zhang Xiaowang out.

"Oh, oh..." Jiang Haichao looked at the men in black, "I..."

Huo Yan: "What?"

Jiang Haichao: "I want to finish the hot pot first, and then talk about other things."

Otherwise, he may not enjoy eating.

"Okay." Huo Yan's cold Ruifeng's eyes showed a bit of a smile, "You eat first."

When it comes to eating, Jiang Haichao always has an unnatural ability to ignore all external factors around him and concentrate on cooking.

Even if the person sitting across from her is her ex-husband, even if her ex-husband's gaze is like a wolf's and a tiger's.

At this moment, Jiang Haichao's eyes were only on the red chili oil and the fat cow rolling in the oil pan.

"Waiter, another bottle of sour plum ice." Jiang Haichao finished his beer and waved his hand again, "It's so cold, thank you."

Without Wang Lin watching, Jiang Haichao decided to let go of himself.

Hot pot, beer, sour plum ice, every day - a rare coup.

— After enjoying the hot pot, Jiang Haichao didn't expect Huo Yan to be so obedient, and he didn't make a sound the whole time.

He called the waiter again, "Come again—beer, iced, thank you."

Just as Jiang Haichao was happily waiting for his iced drink to be served, a cold and heartless voice interrupted his happiness.

"Give him a glass of warm water." Huo Yan made a final decision, leaving no room for Jiang Haichao to resist, "I don't want anything else."

Damn it... Jiang Haichao frowned unhappily.

The sour plum ice is gone, the beer is gone, and his happiness has gone far.

— A glass of lukewarm water was served on the table.

Jiang Haichao stared at the boiled water in front of him and remained silent.

"Eat, can we talk?" Huo Yan pushed the water towards him, leaned slightly, and got closer.

"Let's talk." Jiang Haichao folded his arms and swayed his legs, as if he was breaking a can, "Talk as you like."

I wouldn't listen anyway.

Huo Yan sat up straighter, "Jiang Haichao, are you afraid of me or loathe me?"

Is it so direct?

Jiang Haichao looked at Huo Yan, the man's eyes didn't have too many waves, but the eyes that were originally fierce and powerful, at this moment, all the aggressiveness faded away, and there was...a bit of caution.

For the sake of the delicious hot pot, Jiang Haichao said frankly: "I am really afraid of you. If you are so fierce, no one is afraid of you."

"Afraid of me?" Huo Yan gently turned the glass in his hand, "Afraid that I will hurt you?"

He couldn't even move Jiang Haichao's hair, but Jiang Haichao always avoided him like a snake.

Huo Yan: "Jiang Haichao, when did I hurt you?"

Huo Yan was always the one who was abandoned, forgotten, and left behind.

Jiang Haichao hurt him with a smile, but cried and said he was afraid of him.

"Just now," Jiang Haichao shook his legs, "my heart was hurt."

Huo Yan: "What?"

Jiang Haichao pointed to the warm water on the table and frowned, "You have deprived me of the joy of drinking iced sour plum soup."

Huo Yan: "..."

"Don't think it's a trivial matter." Jiang Haichao propped his chin. After eating, he felt a little sleepy and his voice was lazy, "You are strong and domineering. You used to like to meddle in things. , I can’t change this stinky problem now.”

Huo Yan paused, then said in a deep voice, "I am—"

"Hey!" Jiang Haichao raised his hand and interrupted his explanation, "Don't say anything to me. It's for my own good. I won't take this set."

Jiang Haichao lowered his voice and said muffledly, "I just don't like being controlled."

Hearing Jiang Haichao's childlike words, Huo Yan had no choice but to smile wryly, "Yes."

He understood that Jiang Haichao's principle of life is "to be happy in life is to be happy".

In Jiang Haichao's view, in life, nothing is more important than the happiness in front of him.

Marriage, for Huo Yan, is an exhausted promise to keep in life, it is loyalty, it is steadfastness.

But back then, Jiang Haichao stepped into the marriage ignorantly because he was greedy for momentary happiness.

"You married me because you were happy." Huo Yan turned the old ring on her ring finger, "You left me because you were unhappy."

Jiang Haichao propped his face and nodded slightly.His long eyelashes blinked, looking innocent and innocent.

With almost cruel innocence, he stabbed deeply in Huo Yan's heart again, "Huo Yan, what I want is actually very simple, which is to be happy. I will be with whoever makes me happy."

"You in the past, they in the future," Jiang Haichao said slowly, "they all have the same reason."

As he said, he picked up the warm water in front of him and took a sip, "Hey, I just like to drink iced sour plum soup, and I am also happy to have diarrhea."

Jiang Haichao didn't notice that Huo Yan's eyes - the gloom that flashed past, and the man's imperceptible emotions were quickly hidden in the dark eyes.

"Then you were with me back then, were you happy?" Huo Yan asked softly, he looked at Jiang Haichao as if he would never see through him.

It also seems that he has penetrated his innocent and cruel nature.

"Happy." Jiang Haichao laughed, "Otherwise, why would I marry you?"

After marrying Huo Yan, Jiang Haichao was very happy at first.

But slowly, Jiang Haichao realizes that getting married is not just about wearing two beautiful rings.

— Once you make a promise for a lifetime, it means you have to fulfill it in your lifetime.

- For the rest of his life, Jiang Haichao imagined that he would be trapped in a promise for the rest of his life, and he felt breathless.

That beautiful ring became a shackle that imprisoned him.

He was born to like to be free, so how could he become a caged house bird?

Therefore, Jiang Haichao hastily dropped the divorce agreement and disappeared from the world.

Huo Yan couldn't believe that the person who was lying in his arms the day before and said he loved him, disappeared the next day when he opened the door.

He knew that Jiang Haichao was heartless, but he didn't know that Jiang Haichao could be so heartless.

Huo Yan asked him why he was left behind, but Jiang Haichao was eager to escape, so he answered him casually: "You are too poor, I've had enough."

A perfunctory answer made Huo Yan fall into an abyss.

Poverty—what a good—excuse, what a perfect reason.

The old man of the Huo family still doesn't understand how a person who refuses to return to the family life and death suddenly agrees to come back.

They didn't know that the reason why Huo Yan went home suppressing his hatred was someone's light words.

And that hasty marriage ended so absurdly.

Huo Yan smiled suddenly, he looked at Jiang Haichao, his eyes were full of undercurrents, "Then, if I can make you happy, you—"

"Stop it," Jiang Haichao almost jumped up, circling back and forth, is this again?He waved his hands again and again, "Don't look back, don't get back together." He didn't scan the QR code.

"I know." Huo Yan slowly turned the ring on his hand, and smiled softly, "I mean, can we be friends?"

friend?The kind of friend who covets your body?

Jiang Haichao looked at Huo Yan and sneered, "Do you think I'm a child? So easy to deceive?"

"Jiang Haichao," Huo Yan suddenly looked serious, and looked deeply at the person opposite, "I really can't let you go. But I also understand that there is no possibility between us..."

Speaking of this, Huo Yan paused for a moment before continuing, "But people always have to find an exit, don't they?"

He has been trapped in the abyss for too long, even if there is only a ten thousandth hope, he still wants to catch it.

"I don't want much," Huo Yanchun said kindly, "I just want to see you and talk to you from time to time—just like a friend."

Jiang Haichao shook his head and refused: "No." He had an intuition that Huo Yan could not stop here.

And, why?

Jiang Haichao didn't want to have anything to do with Huo Yan, let alone the so-called "being friends".

Huo Yan seemed to have expected such an answer a long time ago, and was not in a hurry to make further progress. Instead, he said to Jiang Haichao with a gentle gesture, "Okay."

Um?Jiang Haichao didn't expect Huo Yan to be so eloquent. He stared at the man's calm eyes, half suspicious, half grateful, "Then, then I'm leaving?"

"Well," Huo Yan said, "but if you change your mind one day, you can contact me anytime."

Why does this tone sound like a benefactor who is waiting to unspoken rules for others?

Jiang Haichao felt weird and felt a little uneasy.

Of course, Jiang Haichao's negative emotions never lingered for too long.

-Pushing open the door, Jiang Haichao couldn't help but laugh when he saw the little assistant and Wang Lin with the sad expressions of "my lamb was taken away by wolves".

"Both of you, put your expression down." Jiang Haichao said with a smile, "Why, I'm afraid I'll go in vertically and come out horizontally."

Wang Lin: "Oh." It's because I'm afraid that you'll go in standing up, but you won't be able to get out while lying down.

"Mr. Huo, he didn't make things difficult for you, did he?" The little assistant looked around Jiang Haichao. His clothes were not messed up, his trousers were not wrinkled, it was all right...

Jiang Haichao glanced at the little assistant, "Shut your eyes." Why is he so young that his mind is full of dirty things that cannot be broadcast?

Thanks to Huo Yan's Bugatti Veyron, on the way back to the set, no one dared to step forward to take pictures of Jiang Haichao.

Jiang Haichao returned to the set smoothly, and soon left Huo Yan behind.

After he put on his makeup, changed his clothes, and changed his expression, he returned to the world of Wangchao.

In this scene, Wang Chao is squatting at the door, watching the garbage truck shoveling garbage.

The first thing Wangchao does when he opens his eyes every day is to squat at the door, staring at the huge garbage truck, waving the "mechanical arm", and shoveling piles of garbage into the big metal box.

In the eyes of others, the garbage truck is a mess, but to Wangchao, it is a large toy that can only move.

The shovel of the garbage truck waved - down, and Wang Chao's eyes moved - down.

Obviously boring and tedious things, in Wangchao's eyes, they are novel and interesting.

In the car, the driver had been busy for a long time, and when he looked back, he saw that silly boy was still squatting at the door, eagerly looking over.

"Hey, little fool." The driver leaned out the window and waved to Wang Chao, "Would you like to come up and sit?"

It's a pity that Wang Chao couldn't understand what the other party was saying. His eyes briefly swept across the driver, and then fixed on the long "mechanical arm" of the garbage truck.

"Idiot." The driver smiled, opened the door and got out of the car.

Seeing that the garbage truck was not moving, Wang Chao blinked slowly, then got up, turned and went back to the house.

"Hey, idiot!" The driver lifted the hem of his clothes to wipe his sweat, "Drink your saliva."

Wang Chao was not sensitive to sound, he walked straight into the house as if he didn't hear the driver's voice.

"Fuck." The driver cursed in a low voice, and walked to the door of the hut, "Where's your grandpa? Isn't he at home today?"

Wang Chao sat on the bench, looking down at the corner of the wall, as if he didn't hear.

The driver saw that there was no one in the house, and he was really thirsty, so he entered the house.

"Why isn't there even ice water?" The driver swaggered and picked up the kettle on the table, and raised his head to take a few sips.

At this moment, Wang Chao suddenly screamed.

A stranger broke into the house suddenly, he was afraid and flustered, but he didn't know what to do.

Wangchao's only language seems to be screaming.

"Fuck!" The driver jumped in fright, "What are you shouting for? I know your grandfather!"

Wang Chao hugged his knees and tried to shrink himself into a small ball. Surrounded by fear, he could only shout loudly.

The driver shook his head and quickly walked out of the house, "Hey, you little idiot!"

"Okay, click." Yan An's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Give Mr. Jiang a glass of water."

Jiang Haichao rubbed his sore throat and coughed a few times.

In order to match the voice of Wangchao Boy, Jiang Haichao had to pinch his throat to make the scream sound sharper and slender, but this method hurt the vocal cords.

Jiang Haichao reckoned that with a few more, he wouldn't need his voice today.

"Teacher Jiang, drink water!" The actor playing the driver ran over with an apologetic expression on his face.

The actor who plays the driver is called Zhao Jian. He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he lacks the temperament of being a protagonist. He can only play supporting roles in major movies all year round.

Although Zhao Jian played supporting roles, his acting skills were not bad and he created several good villains.

Zhao Jian: "Mr. Jiang, I'm really sorry that I didn't think of it..." He paused and didn't continue.

He didn't expect that the environment on the set was so difficult, so he got stuck several times during filming.

"I didn't expect this place to be so disgusting," Jiang Haichao said with a smile, "Nin-nin, when the people from the art exhibition find me, we won't shoot here."

In the crew, Jiang Haichao doesn't put pressure on the people in the same group, on the contrary, he will patiently help his opponents into the play.

Because Jiang Haichao knows that for the success of a play, there must be no problems in any link. Whether it is off-stage or on-stage, everyone must cooperate with each other tacitly.

Hearing this, Zhao Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, the way he looked at Jiang Haichao changed slightly, "Jiang, Mr. Jiang, you are so kind."

Jiang Haichao smiled and said nothing.He can understand Zhao Jian's constant NG at the beginning, but he can't say that he likes such an opponent much.

After all, he still has a sore throat.

"Try to adapt to the environment first, and try not to get stuck on words tomorrow." Jiang Haichao said, taking the fan from the assistant.

"I'll come, I'll come." Zhao Jian took the fan and graciously fanned the wind for Jiang Hai, "Mr. Jiang, I still don't know a few parts of tomorrow's play, can we get the words right tonight? "

After Zhao Jian finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Haichao nervously.

Jiang Haichao thought about it, and with a professional attitude, he agreed.

"But I go to bed early, so you try to come as early as possible."

An ordinary sentence, but in Zhao Jian's ears, the taste changed.

"Okay, I'll go there early." Zhao Jian blushed and followed behind Jiang Haichao, "I won't keep you waiting for too long."

***

In the evening, after Jiang Haichao simply washed up, he lay on the sofa in the RV, drinking cold beer while reading the script.

His script is full of dense notes, and there are large and small post-it notes on it, which are about the understanding of the plot and the biographies of the characters.

The little assistant stood guard at the door, watching the distance vigilantly.

"Boss, you should stop drinking," the assistant guarded the door worriedly, "Sister Wang will be back soon."

"I told you everything," Jiang Haichao flipped through the page, "if you see her, act quickly."

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain, hit the east and hit the west," Jiang Haichao drank another sip of cold beer, and sighed comfortably, "Didn't I teach you?"

Assistant: "..." You really worked so hard to have a sip of beer.

Suddenly, he saw Wang Lin's tall and thin figure, "Ah! Sister Wang is back!"

"Go." Jiang Haichao raised his head and took another sip.

——At the command, the little assistant rushed out quickly, "Sister Wang~"

Hearing the flattering and greasy voice of the little assistant, Jiang Haichao couldn't help but shiver.

When Zhao Jian walked near the caravan, what he saw was the scene where the assistant deliberately took away the agent.

The little assistant stopped Wang Lin, said something, and dragged her away.

The little assistant walked, and turned around to wink at Jiang Haichao.

Boss, drink now!Remember to hide the bottle after drinking!

Zhao Jian looked at the light coming from Jiang Haichao's RV, and licked his lips.

Sure enough, he was the playful and slutty actor in the rumors, and he never forgot to hook up with people wherever he went.

It's just that he didn't expect that Jiang Haichao looked so much better in real life than on TV.

Even if he knew that Jiang Haichao was a scumbag, Zhao Jian was willing to show that face.

Zhao Jian straightened his hair on the phone, and then unbuttoned two buttons in an attempt to cover up.

There was a faint knock on the door from outside the RV, and a man's artificial voice, "Mr. Jiang, I'm here."

At first Jiang Haichao thought he had heard it wrong, but he didn't realize it was Zhao Jian's voice.

Well - a young man, why are you talking with your throat shut?

ill?

Jiang Haichao: "The door is open, come in." He pressed his pen and turned the script to tomorrow's scene.

Zhao Jian - when he entered the door, he saw a man in a bathrobe sitting at the desk with downcast eyes.

Because of drinking, Jiang Haichao's cheeks were faintly red, and when he lowered his eyes, his whole body was filled with indescribable desire, which made people unable to move their eyes away.

Zhao Jian only felt that the fire in his throat was about to come out, he stepped forward eagerly, and shouted again, "Teacher Jiang."

"Tsk," Jiang Haichao was a little disgusted by the "Teacher Jiang", he glanced at Zhao Jian, and said coldly, "Where's your script?"

Zhao Jian—smiled, "Mr. Jiang, we are all people in the circle, I understand what you mean," he said, raised his hand and began to unbutton his shirt, "I don't mind your negative news, you Don't worry, I won't say anything about our affairs."

"What?" Jiang Haichao didn't understand at first, but when he saw that this guy started to unbutton his shirt, he immediately realized it.

Jiang Hai laughed timidly, "Do you think that's why I asked you to come here?"

Zhao Jian paused, then smiled and said, "It's said that Mr. Jiang's vacancy period is short, and life in the crew is difficult. I understand."

"Heh." Jiang Haichao sneered, "Wait a minute."

Zhao Jian: "I have brought everything, Mr. Jiang..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Haichao took out a mirror from the cabinet and handed it over.

Zhao Jian froze in place holding the mirror.

"Look." Jiang Haichao folded his arms and raised his head, "Look at what he looks like."

Just kidding, Jiang Haichao's boyfriend is not so easy to be.

Temperament, appearance, and temperament are indispensable.

Looking around, it was Sui Yuncheng who was the most irritable, and he was also the second-best handsome man in the entertainment industry.

When will it be his turn to act like a demon in front of his eyes?

Zhao Jian pinched the mirror, "Mr. Jiang, what do you mean?"

"I want you to look in the mirror." Jiang Haichao kicked the door open, and the sound of a bang brought Zhao Jian back to his senses.

Jiang Haichao: "Those who don't want to be beaten, now, immediately, get out."

"You," Zhao Jian became angry, "Why do you look down on me? I, I am innocent, how about you?"

Alright, alright, Jiang Haichao hasn't been pissed off by anyone for a long time, and at first sight—seeing such a disgusting thing, the fire in his heart came up.

Jiang Haichao was turning his wrists to warm up, when a black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Then, he saw Zhao Jian being pinned to the ground.

"Tell you to scold us, Brother Hai! Beat you to death, bastard!" The little assistant held Zhao Jian down, and just - punched him wildly.

The little assistant punched him a few times, and Zhao Jian retched while pressing his stomach.

Jiang Haichao's anger subsided—half—mainly because he was startled by Cai Mingming's iron fist.

I didn't expect you to be such Cai Mingming.

"Wuuuuuuuu..." The little assistant was punching hard, not forgetting a few tears, "How much our boss has suffered, and you dare to speak ill of him and beat you to death, bastard! Uuuuuuuu—"

Seeing Zhao Jian being beaten so hard that he almost rolled his eyes, Jiang Haichao didn't know who to help for a while.

"A Hai!" Wang Lin's voice broke through the night, and even wearing seven centimeter high heels couldn't stop her eager steps.

Fortunately, a persuasion came, Jiang Haichao gathered his bathrobe and sat back in his original position.

Jiang Haichao was well aware of Wang Lin's temperament. He had seen big scenes, and he was able to calm down and control the situation.

"Ah Hai, are you okay?" Wang Lin came up, first looked at Jiang Haichao, then her eyes turned red, and she turned her head—

- stepped on Zhao Jianjian.

Accompanied by a scream and the crying of the little assistant, Zhao Jian finally passed out.

When the staff rushed over, the little assistant was out of breath from crying, Wang Lin folded her arms, her face was cold and angry.

The party, Jiang Haichao, unexpectedly calmly sat on the sofa, and was quietly cleaning up the beer cans on the ground.

The assistant director looked at Zhao Jian who had passed out on the ground, and hurriedly asked: "What's going on? This, this person is fine, why did he faint?"

Assistant: "I beat you!"

Wang Lin: "I kicked it!"

"Ah?" The assistant director was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to understand something, he looked at Jiang Haichao, "Mr. Jiang, that..."

"Oh," Jiang Haichao kicked the last beer can into the trash can, and immediately heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm fine."

Jiang Haichao glanced at Zhao Jian on the ground, as if he was looking at garbage, "But this man, what do you do with him, give me an explanation."

The assistant director understood what was going on, and repeatedly agreed, "I'll talk to them later—"

"No need," Yan An's voice came from outside the car, "Let him leave the group tomorrow."

Yan An didn't know when he rushed over, he didn't enter the door, everyone couldn't see his expression, but could hear the cold anger in his voice.

Assistant director: "This, is this okay?" Zhao Jian signed a contract to join the team, even if he wants to terminate the contract, he has to go through the process.

Yan An said coldly, "Tomorrow, let him go."

The assistant director was well aware of Yan An's temper, so he didn't dare to say anything for a while, so he asked the doctors in the team to carry Zhao Jian down.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang Haichao coaxed Wang Lin away patiently, and sent away the crying little assistant.

Jiang Haichao was sleepy at the right time, even though he had just had a quarrel just now, he was still sleepy and drowsy.

Just when Jiang Haichao was about to throw himself on the pillow, cover himself with a quilt, and turn on the air conditioner to sleep soundly—Yan An's voice came from outside the window.

"Don't pay too much attention to those words."

It took Jiang Haichao several seconds to realize what the other party was saying.

"Huh? How do you know what Zhao Jian said?" Jiang Haichao's brain circuit—Xiang Qingqi, "You have a fucking surveillance camera in my room."

Outside the door, Yan An was speechless for a moment, and then slowly said: "I guess."

On the set, he noticed Zhao Jian's excessive enthusiasm for Jiang Haichao.

Who is Zhao Jian, and why did he appear in Jiang Haichao's room? Yan An figured out the cause and effect after a little thought.

And Yan An could guess what the person who was rejected would say in anger.

"You're so smart." Jiang Haichao said and yawned, "Is there anything else?"

Yan An paused, as if hesitating, "I, I won't let him come back."

Jiang Haichao: "Oh." I'm so sleepy, I really want to sleep.

"You don't have to take those words to heart, I... we all know that you are not that kind of person." Yan An - said coldly to Xiang, but tonight, he didn't know which muscle was wrong, - whispered in an uncharacteristically soft voice .

Jiang Haichao: "Heh, didn't you - at first - do the same?"

Jiang Haichao remembered that at the beginning, this kid didn't have a good look at him.

"Sorry." Yan An lowered his voice, "I didn't expect—"

"No need," Jiang Haichao fell asleep under the quilt, his voice gradually lowered, "I understand human nature."

Those who misunderstood him, hated him, and wanted him to disappear, Jiang Haichao actually understood.

He knew that the psychology of the public has always been like this, a picture, a so-called truth, is enough to make a person hate someone who has never met.

Therefore, Jiang Haichao would not be sad because others misunderstood him.

The reason why he was angry today was because Zhao Jian was so disgusting.

If he was a little better looking, Jiang Haichao might not be so sick to his stomach.

Jiang Haichao thought in confusion for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep.

He didn't hear Yan An's soft apology outside the door, nor did he hear Yan An's last sentence, "Actually, the first time I saw you, I knew my judgment was wrong."

— The turmoil seems to have passed like this, but the filming progress of "Watching the Tide" still slowed down because of Zhao Jian's departure from the group.

The crew could only - while looking for actors - shoot other scenes first.

However, the intermittent shooting really affected the progress. Jiang Haichao's ability to control the characters is very stable, and there will be no mistakes, but other actors are still affected.

"Director, this is the next scene, I haven't memorized the words yet."

"Director, I'm sorry, I'll try again! I'm sorry, there's really no way to switch states so quickly."

Jiang Haichao sat under the pergola, watching several actors constantly NG due to a temporary change of roles.

"It can't go on like this." Wang Lin was worried for them. You know, if you delay for one day, you will spend more money for one day.

Such a low-cost movie simply cannot withstand such a toss.

Jiang Haichao suddenly said, "I'm afraid, it's not that simple."

Since the day when Jiang Haichao's "black material" was exposed, there hasn't been a day that has stopped.

From going to the countryside to record a variety show and being rumored to play big names, to being slandered and entangled with the director before joining the group...

The tree wants to be calm and the wind does not stop.

Jiang Haichao wanted to make a good film, but someone just didn't want to let him go.

"You mean that Zhao Jian?" Wang Lin also noticed something, yes, how could such a person swallow his breath when he was kicked out of the crew overnight?

Wang Lin immediately called the little assistant: "Cai Mingming, you immediately contact all the PR teams—" She thought for a while, and decided to use—bosses, "Also, go to your fish pond group to inquire, Zhao Jian's recent movements."

"Ah?" The little assistant was shocked, "Then the boss was taken advantage of, didn't they know about it?"

After the little assistant finished speaking, he tilted his head again, "That's right, I should have complained to them earlier! Damn it, I must kill that Zhao Jian!"

While muttering, he skillfully melted away the fish ponds and cast nets neatly.

The little assistant clicked into the group, and recounted what happened that night with elaboration.

At the end, I also attached a familiar sentence [The boss has been so angry that he has not eaten or drunk for several days, and his condition is really bad! 】

There was a momentary silence in the group.

The little assistant understood that it was the calm before the storm.

Seeing Sui Yuncheng start to speak irritablely, the little assistant was satisfied and retired.

Naturally, he doesn't need to worry about the future. Presumably, Zhao Jian's acting career will not be easy in the future.

On the other side, Wang Lin found out that Zhao Jian was already contacting the marketing account, ready to cause trouble.

"Damn it, Zhao Jian actually wanted to slander you and try to rule him?!" Wang Lin gritted her teeth angrily, "He actually has the face to tell others that he swore to the death and was forced to quit the group?!"

Zhao Jian not only distorted the facts, but also planned to bite back, so as to create a white lotus image of himself that is neither humble nor overbearing.

Assistant: "Asshole!"

Both Wang Lin and Cai Mingming were very angry, but Jiang Haichao had a feeling of "as expected".

But this time, Jiang Haichao's patience was exhausted.

He can tolerate unwarranted accusations and disapproval, but he can never accept his own career—and get stymied by it over and over again.

Now that he took over the role of "Wang Chao", Jiang Haichao is bound to perfectly interpret the whole role.

He couldn't stand being interfered by foreign objects again and again, which caused the film to fail to achieve the effect he wanted.

Jiang Haichao leaned on the chair, and suddenly said: "I said what I said last time, don't be afraid when you encounter difficulties, the worst is to lie down in the boss's arms, and you don't have to worry about having nothing to eat."

"Fuck," Jiang Haichao cursed with a smile, "Sure enough, you can't say unlucky words before joining the group."

— Words become proverbs.

Wang Lin: "Ah Hai, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Haichao: "Do you have a feeling that you've had enough?"

"Spreading rumors, throwing dirty water, adding insult to injury..." Jiang Haichao said with a smile, "I can bear it all. But this time, this drama, I can't."

"I'll find someone to solve Zhao Jian's matter now." Before Wang Lin could finish speaking, Jiang Haichao stopped her.

Jiang Haichao: "Today is Zhao Jian, what about tomorrow?" He looked at the actors in the distance who kept re-shooting, and frowned slightly, "The bag with holes will leak wherever it is placed."

He glanced at his usual casual posture, picked up his phone and glanced at it.

Jiang Haichao's gaze swept across the president's long contact list, and he ruled out one option after another in his mind.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the contact person named [Huo Yan].

The biggest fish in the fish pond is also the most dangerous fish.

"Huo Yan..." Jiang Haichao whispered to himself, he remembered the so-called proposal of this man in the hot pot game.

He said that he could be friends with him, but his eyes looked like a guy who wanted to swallow him up.

Saying "I can give you anything", but "I want everything from you" is written in the bottom of his eyes.

The most difficult to control, but the sharpest - a sword.

Jiang Haichao thought for a long time, but before he could clear his mind, he heard the assistant's voice: "Boss, Mr. Huo said he wants to come to the set."

"Boss," said the little assistant, "Boss Huo asked you, can he come?"

Jiang Haichao sighed quietly and said, "Let him come."

It's a blessing or a curse, Huo can't escape it.

***

It was quiet inside the caravan, save for the slight hum of the air conditioner.

The man sat in the corner of the sofa, watching the person across the table finish eating three catties of crayfish, a bowl of Mala Tang, and a dozen skewers of barbecue.

When Jiang Haichao was about to drink beer, Wang Lin coughed and gave him a vetoing look.

"Just one bite." Jiang Haichao shrank his hand on the refrigerator, but did not let go.

Wang Lin was silent, and the little assistant next to him smoothed things over, "Boss, are you full? Do you want to eat something else?"

"Forget it, I don't have much appetite." Jiang Haichao waved his hands, "You all go out."

When you're full, it's time to fool around.

Before Wang Lin went out, she glanced at Jiang Haichao worriedly, and then said to the silent man sitting on the sofa, "Mr. Huo, please talk slowly."

But please don't bully my Ah Hai.

Only Huo Yan and Jiang Haichao were left in the room.

Huo Yan saw the person who the little assistant said "not eating or drinking for several days", happily opened the refrigerator, and skillfully took out a can of beer.

When Jiang Haichao's hand was pressing on the beer can, a pair of slender hands reached out and pressed on Jiang Haichao's fingers.

The man's hands are not delicate, Jiang Haichao can even feel the calluses on his palms.

And that cold ring.

Jiang Haichao didn't move, he looked at Huo Yan, "Why, you have to take care of this?"

Hearing this, Huo Yan slowly let go of Jiang Haichao's hand.

Tsk, really obedient.Jiang Haichao: "Okay, let's get down to business."

"That Zhao Jian," Huo Yan said in a deep voice, "I won't let him stay in the country any longer."

Jiang Haichao nodded, "Thank you." He still looked like nothing had happened, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

But in Huo Yan's eyes, that's not the case.

Huo Yan could see the faint red marks at the end of his eyes, the faint bruises under his eyes, and the haggardness on his face.

At this moment, Huo Yan discarded his helmet and armor.

"What do you want me to do?" Huo Yan slowly clenched his hands on his knees, like a forbearing wolf, put away all the bloody smell on his body, and lowered his head obediently.

Huo Yan: "Say, I'll do." There are no strings attached, no hesitation.

"Huo Yan," Jiang Haichao's eyelids trembled, and he took a deep breath, "I want to act well."

He just wanted to act with peace of mind, finish the filming of the film smoothly, and interpret the role of Wang Chao.

Jiang Haichao: "But, there are too many eyes staring at me from behind, I don't like it."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Haichao lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling, and licked his lips, "Please help me."

"As you said, as long as I ask, you will help me." Jiang Haichao raised his eyes cautiously, looking at the man opposite, "Do you mean what you say?"

"Hmm." Not even a second of hesitation.

Huo Yan: "You can stay in the group with peace of mind, and leave the rest to me."