Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

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Zhongqin wanted to follow, but when he stretched his legs, he remembered that he was still naked, so he grabbed his sleeve and begged, "I made a mistake, Mr. Ji, just kidding, the quality is so good, it can be used next time..."

Ji Shuyuan: "The ones you wear can also be used."

"That's not clean!"

"I'll wash it for you."

After Ji Shuyuan finished speaking, he left directly, leaving Zhongqin sitting there alone, terrified to imagine what he would look like wearing this thing...

Help, it's horrible.

The two actors and the director reviewed the clip just now, and added a few close-up shots.

After such a toss, the sky was already bright.

Liang Cheng asked everyone to rest for a while, and by the way mentioned that the sponsors would come to visit the class during the day.

This matter has no effect on most people, and the filming work is still as usual, and there is no need to cater for anything.

But it has some influence on the main actors, especially Zhong Qin and Ji Shuyuan have to shoot continuously for a day and a night, and then go drinking in the evening, they are probably exhausted and paralyzed.

Fortunately, their scenes during the day are not too heavy, so they can take a break for a while.

After staying up in the evening, the crew finished work, and Liang Cheng and the producer took several main actors to have dinner with investors.

This time, the investment ratio of the newly joined investors was almost the same as that of Xing Lang, and the big boss came to visit the class in person, so Liang Cheng chatted with people all the way with a smile on his face.

The boss of a big investor, surnamed Liu, has a lot of influence in the industry. He is a middle-aged man in his 40s, but he is well maintained. Except for the small lines at the end of his eyes when he smiles, his age is hardly visible in other places.

He said that this investment was mainly based on Liang Cheng and Ji Shuyuan, but in fact, everyone knew that it was Xinglang's investment that allowed him to make the final decision.

When the group arrived at the restaurant, Liang Cheng naturally sat down next to Mr. Liu, and was about to ask Ji Shuyuan to sit on the other side of him, but Mr. Liu suddenly waved to Zhongqin, and said with a smile:

"To be honest, Xiao Zhong and I are old acquaintances. At that time, he hadn't signed Xinglang yet. I always wanted to scoop him up, but it's a pity that I didn't have that fate—Xiao Zhong, come and come, we haven't seen each other for several years." It's a rare reunion, let's catch up on the old days."

Ji Shuyuan supported the back of the chair next to Mr. Liu with one hand, and calmly set his eyes on Zhongqin.

"Mr. Ji, I'm sorry." Zhongqin took his hand away with a smile, sat down next to Mr. Liu, patted the empty chair beside him, raised his face and asked, "Can you sit here?"

Ji Shuyuan sat down beside him silently.

Long tablecloths hung down, covering everyone from the waist down.

The waiter came over to pour wine for everyone, Ji Shuyuan nodded his head in thanks, and just turned around when he felt something tickle his calf.

It happened that Liang Cheng was talking to him, so he glanced at the people next to him out of the corner of his eye by looking at Liang Cheng.

Zhongqin supported his head, turned his face to chat with Mr. Liu, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he looked very cute.

No one knew that this serious-looking man was teasing his companion under the table.

"I heard that you haven't accepted a role in the past few years. What's the reason?" Mr. Liu asked, "Don't want to act? Or haven't found a suitable script?"

Ji Shuyuan's trouser legs have been pulled up above his knees.

"Look at what Mr. Liu said, which actor doesn't want to act?" Zhongqin said with a smile, "I was in a bad situation in those years, and you should know that too. It can't be said that I didn't find a suitable script, mainly because there was no script to look for. .”

On the other end, Liang Cheng was still talking to Ji Shuyuan about the filming later, so that he would have time to find the old drama who played the emperor.

"I know." Ji Shuyuan nodded, "I have already made an appointment with the teacher."

Then he reached under the tablecloth and took hold of the troubled ankle.

Zhongqin didn't have a show that afternoon. He hid in the dressing room and slept alone. Later, he was dragged up to accompany him to eat. He didn't have time to tidy up his appearance, and he was still wearing a pair of plastic slippers.

Just convenient for him to play pranks.

Ji Shuyuan could fully imagine how the beautiful arch of his foot fit into his calf, and he pinched the ankle bone in his palm itchyly.

Zhongqin flinched from the itching, his knee lightly hit the table, the glass in front of Mr. Liu bounced off, and a little bit of the wine spilled on his hand.

"..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at Zhongqin, and said with a smile, "It's still as lively as when I was a child."

Ji Shuyuan paused.

Zhongqin didn't even blink his eyelids, and said calmly, "Sorry, my leg is cramping."

"Does it matter?"

Mr. Liu raised the tablecloth and was about to look down, but was stopped by Zhong Qin: "It's ready, thank you for your concern."

Ji Shuyuan let go of his hand and patted it, motioning him to take it down by himself, but Zhongqin stepped on his knee without realizing it.

The height of the table is limited. In order to prevent him from touching the table again, Ji Shuyuan could only spread his legs and let him rest his knee on one of his legs.

Not long after, the dishes were brought up one after another, Mr. Liu was busy drinking and talking with Liang Cheng, and had no time to take care of Zhongqin.

So Zhongqin put both legs on Ji Shuyuan's lap, turned his body sideways, and chatted with him about the next scene with no abnormality on his face.

Ji Shuyuan didn't know whether he did this out of bad taste or because he really wanted to appease himself, but in any case, his previous violent emotions because of Mr. Liu did dissipate bit by bit.

At first he thought that the dinner was going to pass in such a peaceful way, but Mr. Liu didn't know which muscle was wrong, so he came to drag Zhongqin again.

"Why are you so quiet today?" He blushed and had a thick neck, pointing at Zhongqin's face unsteadily, as if he was already a little drunk, "Isn't there a lot of trouble in the past, hurry up, get up, and have a drink with us !"

"Mr. Liu, I haven't been drinking much these years." Zhongqin said with a good-tempered smile, "Now I can't drink enough, I'm afraid it will affect the later shooting, so I won't..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the wine glass that Mr. Liu suddenly brought to his mouth.

"The bigger you are, the more you will fool people." President Liu nodded at him, "Don't you and I know? Your drinking capacity is genetic, and your mother can drink quite well. You are... hiccup... blue is better than blue ! Stop talking, drink quickly!"

Zhongqin's face finally sank.

Seeing this, the people present did not dare to express their anger—who didn't know that Zhongqin belonged to President Cui?In the past, Mr. Cui himself said that Zhongqin would not be allowed to drink alcohol. Afterwards, no one dared to touch this bad luck at the dinner party. Who knew that there would be another Mr. Liu with a good relationship?

Even Liang Cheng was mostly sober from the wine, so he quickly grabbed Mr. Liu and persuaded him: "Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu, he really can't drink, he has that...stomach problem, he will be ill if he drinks it. What are you doing, there are so many of us Accompany you..."

"What's wrong with being young?" Mr. Liu waved his hand impatiently, "You guys underestimated him too much. Thinking that he was only [-] or [-] years old back then, what's the point of being able to lie down on a table by himself?"

After speaking, he looked back at Zhongqin again, and pointedly said: "I heard that your mother is not your manager now? She..."

"Mr. Liu."

Zhongqin's eyes became poisonous, with a hint of fierceness, but there was still a pleasing curve at the corner of his mouth.

He took the glass of wine against his lips, raised his head and drank it, then stood up slowly, leaned over and lifted the wine dispenser from Liang Cheng, filled the glass, touched Mr. Liu, and said, "I respect you." you."

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感谢在2021-09-2418:00:00~2021-09-2518:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 cute little Xie Ji;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of littlebear;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!