Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

"Brother Hai, Brother Hai, wake up!"

Jiang Haichao was woken up by the assistant's voice. When he opened his eyes, he saw the assistant's eyes swollen like walnuts.

Jiang Haichao really doubted whether Cai Mingming was made of water. It would be a pity not to enter the entertainment industry with these tears.

"Why are you crying?" Jiang Haichao remembered that there was no scene with him today, so he finally managed to sleep in, but was woken up early in the morning by his assistant crying.

Assistant: "You, how do you feel? Is there any pain? Is there any discomfort?"

Last night, when Huo Yan left, his clothes were disheveled and he looked fierce as if he had just eaten someone.

At that time, the little assistant's heart skipped a beat: It's over, my cabbage is still being kicked by a pig!

The little assistant hurried into the car, and what he saw was Jiang Haichao curled up on the bed with a tired face, covered with a quilt, and fell asleep in an "extremely weak" state.

He looked like a pitiful man who had been ruined by someone.

However, in order to take care of his boss' self-esteem, the little assistant silently closed the door and left with tears in his eyes.

Then squatted outside the RV and cried all night.

It was his fault, he shouldn't have been cowardly when he saw Huo Yan, and he shouldn't have left Brother Hai and run away by himself.

"Boss, I've already set up the hot water for you. You, you, get up and take a shower—" the little assistant wiped away her tears, "After taking a shower, you will be a brand new self and a brand new day."

"I think your brain is brand new just out of the factory." Jiang Haichao lifted the quilt and moved his sore wrist—huo Yan grabbed him too tightly last night, so he struggled a few times desperately, and there was still some residue on his hand. Suspicious red marks.

The little assistant looked at his red wrist and looked up, only to see dark red marks on Jiang Haichao's neck.

"Boss..." the little assistant covered her lips, trying to make herself cry softly, "Don't be afraid, it's all over."

"I swear, next time I see Huo Yan, I will do my best to keep you innocent!"

Who the hell is not innocent? !

Jiang Haichao threw him a pillow and said angrily, "Get out of here."

It's a pity not to be a director with this brain power.

"Oh, that's right..." the little assistant wiped away tears and said, "Sister Wang said that this is an extraordinary period, and I can't leave you alone, for fear of danger."

The biggest problem now is that they are still not sure about Wei Fan's next move.

Wei Fan was able to hibernate for a year just to secretly follow Jiang Haichao and peep at Jiang Haichao's every word and deed. Such actions have gone beyond the scope of normal people.

Facing a lunatic whose psychology is no longer normal, no one dares to take it lightly.

"Although Huo Yan is very bad, but luckily he is helping you now." The little assistant looked at Jiang Haichao worriedly, like a nagging old father, "But Huo Yan was afraid that you would be angry, so he just arranged a few Eyeliner. If there is any danger, we still have to be prepared."

"He sent people to follow me?" Jiang Haichao frowned, "Tell him to withdraw the people."

When Jiang Haichao thought of being stared at all the time, he felt unhappy all over his body.

It's like being locked in a cage.

Besides, it's a society ruled by law now, so it's not fun to do something like this.

Jiang Haichao: "Can Wei Fan chase me down with a knife?"

Besides, even if he faced Wei Fan head-on, Jiang Haichao was sure of victory.

Huo Yan's skill is not as good as his, but Jiang Haichao is still very confident in dealing with other people.

At any rate, he had learned boxing for a year for filming, Jiang Haichao thought he still had some skills.

He's not really Jiaohua, he can't bear any risk.

The little assistant said anxiously: "Yes, just in case..."

Jiang Haichao lifted up his clothes. Under the pajamas, his eight-pack abs were smooth.

"Don't always think of me as a beautiful girl." Jiang Haichao frowned, and said in a smug voice, "The group of unscrupulous fans can just call me Shuimei, but they really think I'm a pretty sister?"

The little assistant raised his hand and pushed down his boss's clothes, "Okay, Brother Hai."

Under Jiang Haichao's tossing, the matter of personal bodyguards was put on hold for the time being.

However, under the constant coaxing and deception by Huo Yan, Wang Lin, and Cai Mingming, Jiang Haichao still reluctantly agreed, leaving only one follower, watching him from a distance and doing nothing wrong.

"Cheng Chengcheng, just don't delay my filming." Jiang Haichao reluctantly agreed.

The shooting progress of "Watching the Tide" has reached the second half.

The vibrant paintings of autistic teenagers have finally been discovered.

But when people found this talented painter and found that the other party was a little fool who couldn't speak or listen, they were extremely disappointed.

"Is this child really mentally handicapped?" someone asked.

Grandpa is an old man who has lived in a garbage dump for most of his life. Facing the strange eyes of everyone, he seemed a little at a loss, "Chaoer is just not very talkative, introverted, introverted..."

"How can this be introverted, he can't even understand the words, he is simply mentally retarded!"

Grandpa waved his hands again and again, eager to explain, "No, no, my child is not mentally retarded..."

"Oh," the other person sighed, and said to his own people, "Okay, let's all go back."

Someone complained in a low voice: "It's really unlucky, I have been searching for it for so many years, but I turned out to be mentally retarded."

The always simple and honest old man was abnormally stubborn. He pulled the man who was about to leave and explained over and over in vain, "Chao'er is not mentally retarded. He can understand words and understand things. When I am not here, he is the one who does it." work, he can carry boxes—”

The man shook off the old man's hand impatiently, and said in a bad tone, "I think you're a little confused too, old man." He wiped the dust on his hands in distaste, becoming more and more dissatisfied, "Don't let me What do you mean by people leaving?"

And Wang Chao, who had been standing in the corner, had no expression on his face, his eyes were staring blankly at his grandfather's stooped back, at the old man's slightly curved spine.

"He's not mentally retarded, no." Grandpa tried hard to explain clearly, because this was the first time anyone saw his child, the first time someone saw this little star buried in the garbage dump.

He wants to see his children shine brightly, and he wants Wang Chao to go to a bright place, to be seen and recognized by others.

The man was enraged, he raised his hand and gave the entangled old man a hard push.

He pointed at the old man's nose and said viciously, "You trash picker—"

Before he could finish speaking, a thin figure flickered, and then, a howl of pain came from the man's throat.

"Hey! Why are you still biting, idiot!"

Wang Chao bit the man's arm tightly, still expressionless, but the strength of his mouth seemed to bite off a piece of meat before he gave up.

"Let go, let go quickly!" A group of people swarmed up, trying to pull Wang Chao.

With a bang, Wang Chao was pushed to the ground.

But he neither cried nor made a fuss, but just stared at the man's bloody arm.

The boy's lips were stained with blood, he raised his finger, and gently brushed the color on his lips.

A trace of curiosity flashed in Wangchao's eyes.

It was naive, cruel, and curious about color.

"The kid is a lunatic, little lunatic!"

The voiceover gradually faded away, and in the camera, Wang Chao stared at the bloody fingertips, showing a strange smile.

"Crack." After a few seconds, Yan An remembered to shout, and he couldn't help but sigh, "Perfect."

Not much else to say, the innocence and innocence in Wangchao's body is exactly the same as Jiang Haichao's.

Jiang Haichao got up and bowed slightly to everyone, "It's hard work."

"Teacher Jiang is working hard."

A group of actors will also recover and discuss in low voices.

"I forgot to play just now, Mr. Jiang's eye scene is too scary."

"Yeah, I was dumbfounded."

"It's no wonder Director Yan overcame all opinions and appointed Mr. Jiang to play the leading role. With him around, our movie will be successful."

At the beginning, there was a lot of criticism about Jiang Haichao in the crew, some questioned his character, and some worried that they would be implicated if they cooperated with him.

In addition, Zhao Jian was kicked out of the crew overnight, and everyone's doubts and suspicions became deeper and deeper.

But when the camera was turned on and pointed at Jiang Haichao, everyone could truly feel the strength of the actor.

Jiang Haichao's every expression and every eye play can be regarded as a textbook-level interpretation.

There are quite a few actors who still come to Jiang Haichao's play even if they don't have a play, just to learn on the spot.

Rumors and rumors are self-defeating in the face of real strength.

"Teacher Jiang, I—" A young actor was about to strike up a conversation with Jiang Haichao, when he saw Yan An walking slowly from afar.

The director, who has always been aloof, did not hide his appreciation when facing Jiang Haichao.Every time after shooting, he would always come out from behind the camera, looking for an opportunity to talk to Jiang Haichao.

However, Jiang Haichao has always been alienated.He never had any off-screen contact with Yan An.

After all, it was agreed from the very beginning that everyone should get what they need, and that the well water will not violate the river water, so there is no need to put on a face and be polite now.

"Jiang Haichao," Yan An stepped forward, his eyes slowly sweeping over the unwiped blood on Jiang Haichao's lips, "Thank you for your hard work, just now, it's perfect."

Jiang Haichao smiled and nodded as a response.

Yan An continued to search for a topic, "Tomorrow's play will be in another venue, you should rest early today, tomorrow is tight, you have to get up early in the morning to put on makeup."

Jiang Haichao nodded again, but still didn't speak.

"Afterwards, there will be a dinner arranged by the management, mainly to discuss the progress of the filming. If you want, you can come together—" Yan An wanted to say something, but Jiang Haichao raised his hand, indicating that the makeup artist can come forward to touch up the makeup .

Well, it's just that he doesn't give the director face.

Yan An had to take a few steps back and was blocked from the crowd.

He pursed his lips, but in the end he couldn't say anything, and turned to leave.

The little assistant looked at the back of Yan An leaving sadly, with complicated emotions.

Jiang Haichao's attitude towards business affairs can be called professional, but Yan An's attitude towards Jiang Haichao has clearly crossed the line.

The little assistant was worried, what if one day Yan An hated her because of love, and put on shoes for her boss?

Alas, heartthrob is also an annoyance.

"Brother Hai, are you going to the dinner?" The little assistant really didn't want Jiang Haichao to participate in this kind of entertainment, but when he thought of the management's previous doubts about Jiang Haichao, he was faintly worried.

If you don't go, you will be misunderstood as playing big cards.

"Where is the place and what to eat?"

Assistant: "Huh?" He reacted for a long time before grasping Jiang Haichao's point.

This person doesn't care about who to eat with at all, he only cares about what to eat...

"It seems to be Sichuan cuisine."

"Yes." Jiang Haichao folded his arms, expressing his satisfaction, "I like Sichuan cuisine."

Assistant: "..." On the self-cultivation of a cook.

"Tsk, why is that kid so motionless, like a sculpture." Jiang Haichao looked at the man in black who was following him from a distance while removing his makeup.

Jiang Haichao: "You said that I stay on the set every day, what can happen, can't you just accept the excessive imagination?"

The little assistant pursed her lips and dared not speak, carefully observing Jiang Haichao's face.

Fortunately, Jiang Haichao didn't say much except for being a little impatient.

However, the little assistant knew that with Jiang Haichao's personality, his patience would run out within two weeks at most.

However, two weeks was enough time for Wang Lin to collect all the evidence of Wei Fan's crime.

And with Huo Yan's help, the little assistant felt that this matter might be just like what Jiang Haichao said, so there was no need to panic.

Jiang Haichao was heartless, and the little assistant was successfully led astray by him.

Therefore, when two people walked into the restaurant unprepared, they didn't know what kind of danger they would face.

"Welcome, please come in."

Under the leadership of the waiter, Jiang Haichao walked into the box.

The moment he saw Wei Fan, Jiang Haichao was stunned for a moment.

Not to mention fear.The man who could make Jiang Haichao want to run after just one look...wasn't there.

Wei Fan stretched out his hand with a smile, and greeted Jiang Haichao like an old friend, "Teacher Jiang, don't come here without any problems."

Looking at Wei Fan's face, Jiang Haichao immediately lost his appetite for food.

Nausea on Nima.