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In the studio, An Xiaojing had just finished filming an advertisement for a luxury brand. He was sitting on a stretchable chair and playing with his mobile phone, waiting for Ozawa to drive over to pick him up.

After playing with the phone for a while, he felt that his hands were sticky and uncomfortable, so he got up and walked to the bathroom.

As soon as he approached the bathroom, he heard voices talking about him from inside. It was two men talking.

An Xiaojing heard one of the men say: "That An Xiaojing has been around for so many years to get the best actor award, but ah, I think this best actor award should be obtained by selling flowers, huh."

"I also think he got it by selling flowers, just like this high-end brand advertisement, if he hadn't hooked up with someone with Yan Wujing's status and background, how could he be invited to shoot the advertisement? It's impossible to think about it with your toes .”

"Since he hooked up with Yan Wujing, his star journey can be said to be magnanimous. I'm so envious."

"Hahaha, why don't you learn from An Xiaojing and sell flowers? Maybe the resources are worse than him?"

"Tch, An Xiaojing is worse than a woman, it's annoying to watch, I really hope he gets out of the entertainment industry."

"Come on, his current backstage is Yan Wujing, even if you are squeezed out of the entertainment industry, he won't be able to quit."

"Oh, then I'll see how long he can brag."

The two men seemed to have finished chatting, and when they walked out of the bathroom, they never expected to bump into An Xiaojing.

"you……"

An Xiaojing walked around the two men with a cold expression, and went straight into the bathroom.

Then, An Xiaojing heard two voices behind him.

"He won't sue Yan Wujing, will he?"

"Cut, afraid of him? If you have the ability to blow the pillow, the second chair is disgusting."

An Xiaojing listened to the sound of footsteps fading away, he stood in front of the mirror and looked at his familiar face, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and said to himself: "There is no need to be angry for such a person, no Worth it, getting mad at yourself will only make them happier."

Seconds later, An Xiaojing's cell phone rang. He picked up the cell phone and saw that it was Ozawa's call.

"Hey Ozawa, have you reached the door yet?"

"Here, Brother An, come down directly."

"Well, I'll go down right away."

An Xiaojing took the elevator directly to the first floor. At this time, it was raining heavily outside the gate, and the splashing rain kept hitting the glass windows and glass doors.

An Xiaojing walked out through the revolving door. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind hit his face. He tightened his trench coat from the cold, shrunk his neck and walked into the nanny car at the door.

As soon as he got in the car, he immediately took off the windbreaker on his body, because the windbreaker was wet by the rain, and he was a little cold in it.

"Brother An, are you going directly to your own home or to Boss Yan's?"

An Xiaojing put the windbreaker jacket on the chair beside him, looked at Ozawa in puzzlement, and asked, "Why should I go to Yan Wujing's house?"

"Huh? I thought you were living together now."

"No, go straight back to my apartment, I'm tired and want to rest."

"it is good."

……

Yan family...

Yan Wujing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in home clothes, with one hand on his hips and a cigarette in the other. Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, he frowned and took a puff of his cigarette.

Then, he raised his hand to look at the time on the watch, thinking, the shooting location should be at most half an hour away from his villa, why hasn't An Xiaojing arrived yet?

Yan Wujing went to the coffee table and wiped out the cigarette butt, then picked up the mobile phone on the table and dialed An Xiaojing's number.

beep……

After the phone rang a few times, Yan Wujing thought that An Xiaojing would answer the phone, but he actually hung up.

Yan Wujing stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, then dialed again, but An Xiaojing still hung up directly.

"Why don't you accept it?"