Domineering screenwriter pretty vase

Screenwriter Fu has always been a good young man who picks up money, not to mention gold, even if he picks up a big gold mountain, he may not even blink his eyes.

But this time it's very strange. Screenwriter Fu just picked up an old mobile phone—it was a knock-off phone with a tattered style and an outdated model, but he didn't want to return it.

In the beginning, he didn't have the hobby of spying on other people's privacy. It was all because the phone was too counterfeit and he couldn't play it. He obviously just wanted to read the phone book in good faith, but who knew that by accident, he stumbled into the owner's photo album.

Screenwriter Fu is not calm anymore, because there are a bunch of curly hairs in the album.

Trying to stay calm, he found a place where no one was around and took a closer look: the smiling curly hair, the laughing curly hair, the doubtful curly hair, the mournful curly hair...

Each one is pikapika, with its own soft light, so beautiful as magic.

There is no Meitu Xiuxiu item in the mobile phone function, and screenwriter Fu also thinks he is sane.

Didn't he never see these expressions of little curly hair? Didn't he see them rarely when he was on Jiangnan Island?

But these photos simply magnify the beauty of the little curly hair by [-]%.

Screenwriter Fu scrolled down one by one, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, but when he thought about the source of these photos, he couldn't do it anymore.

Where did the pervert come from, dare to secretly take pictures of his little curly hair! ?I took so many shots at once!

The most indispensable thing on the set is the paparazzi and dubious fan reporters. These people are usually thick-skinned and skilled, and they will wait for an opportunity when they smell a little fishy smell.

Isn't curly hair very popular recently?I can’t finish reading the photo reports of tabloids every day, so the screenwriter Fu concluded that the owner of this phone must be a super fanatical curly hair fan, and the fan is dying, and taking medicine doesn’t help, maybe there is a possibility of further deterioration sex.

Out of a (spontaneous) food protection mentality, screenwriter Fu feels that he must not sit idly by on this matter.

Since the little curly loves him, he is also obliged to be responsible for the safety and reputation of the little curly, so he deleted those photos like a storm.

After deleting the photos, Director Fu returned to the office refreshed. Assistant Zuo was making phone calls and receiving faxes inside. When he saw him coming, he nodded obediently at him.

Assistant Zuo took half a day of sick leave. Not to mention a complete recovery, at least 80.00% of his daily functions have been recovered. However, screenwriter Fu discovered that he no longer goes to the dining car to get lunch at meal times, or asks others to bring it. Why don't I just go to a small restaurant outside to buy it by myself, in short, it looks like I have cut off all ties with the dining car and never interacted with each other.

Screenwriter Fu took the fax he handed over, glanced at it and found that it was an invitation letter. Since he arrived at Shudian, he has received three or four invitation letters a day, mostly from some local cultural organizations.Screenwriter Fu looked at the opening remarks above, which were similar with minor differences, and looked up at Assistant Zuo.

In ten minutes or so, it was almost time for dinner, but Assistant Zuo didn't move, and was still writing the schedule.

Screenwriter Fu beat him: "What are you eating today?"

The left assistant turned around in a hurry, flipped out a page in the notepad and said, "I just made an order for Jiaxiang Restaurant..."

Screenwriter Fu leaned forward: "Don't you eat the food in the group today?"

The left assistant paused for a moment and said, "No, Brother Fu...I see that you've been so busy recently, I'm afraid the meals in the group won't be as nutritious..."

Screenwriter Fu thought: Have you learned to lie?

In all fairness, Assistant Zuo is the best and most patient assistant among the several assistants he has ever used. Tell lies in front of yourself.But today this is obviously a lie.

Who doesn't know that the crew of "The Story of Mountains and Rivers" loves the staff and the people, not to mention whether the work is tiring or not, at least the box lunch is full, and the quality of the box lunch is also one of the best in the neighborhood, or why does his foodie alumni surnamed You come every day, I can't get tired of eating it, so there must be another reason.

Screenwriter Fu was silent, folded the invitation letter, and said to Zuo Mu: "Is your relationship with that alumnus of yours okay?"

Assistant Zuo froze for a moment and said, "...it's okay."

Screenwriter Fu said: "Oh, then find a time and help me make an appointment with him for dinner. Also, by the way, bring that silly nephew Gu Aiqian with you. I want to give him something."

After listening to the owner's request, the left assistant's expression was a little stiff, but because he usually didn't have any obvious emotions, the stiffness was not too obvious, and he was fooled when he lowered his head and turned around.Finding out his work schedule in the afternoon, he was about to continue making calls, but unexpectedly, Screenwriter Fu stood up and put an old mobile phone in front of him.

"Go and find out who the owner of this phone is."

Assistant Zuo is a bit strange, because the recent screenwriter Fu is acting suspiciously, for example, he came back from the swimming pool in the middle of the night: it was obviously nothing serious, but his face was rosy with joy, and he walked very lightly and quickly, like an ordinary woman. A person suddenly bumped into a big golden pill, as if he was about to fly in the next second.

It's not that Assistant Zuo has never seen such a screenwriter Fu. Although he hasn't been an assistant for a very long time, he is good at recording: the last time the beauty was so beautiful that we couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north, it was screenwriter Fu who was lucky enough to hold Qiao Dabao's "hand" ".

Maybe he really encountered something worth being happy about?

But what about this old phone, how to explain it?

Assistant Zuo started researching on the phone. Screenwriter Fu found himself a sun hat, turned around and went out again. When he reached the door, he turned back and said to Assistant Zuo: "...if it is found out that the owner of the phone is a pervert, then don't return it." Now, call the police directly, call 110, and tell me if you have anything to say, do you understand?"

Left assistant: "..."

"it is good……"

Xiao Yu found out that he had lost his cell phone early the next morning. He has always had a regular schedule. Every morning at 5 o'clock, the cell phone alarm would definitely go off, but it didn't happen that day. It was the assistant girl who came in and woke him up.

Xiao Yu shared a room with a man in the group, and when the assistant girl came to call for someone, the man had already left.Xiao Yu finished washing in a hurry and was about to go out to catch the car. He habitually put it in his pocket, only to realize that the phone was not there.

At first he didn't think much about it, he just asked the girl to wait for him for another minute, while calling his old mobile phone from his work machine.

The phone is connected, but the ringing is not in the house.

Listening to the beeping, Xiao Yu suddenly felt his hairs stand on end. Just as his face turned pale, the phone was connected.

"Hello."

"...Brother Zuo?" Xiao Yu was startled because he heard a familiar voice.

And Zuo Mu on the other end of the phone was also obviously surprised, as if in disbelief, he paused before saying, "Xiao Yu?"

Xiao Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief when his phone was picked up by someone he knew, but when he got into the car a few minutes later, his bad thoughts made him uneasy again.

Because Assistant Zuo was going to drive for Fu Binyu, so he didn't go the same way with him. They met on the set after an appointment for half an hour, and Zuo Mu would take his mobile phone to look for him at the makeup van.

Half an hour of blankness is frightening to think about carefully.

What if Assistant Zuo was curious and secretly read the contents of his phone?

Speaking of which, there is actually nothing valuable in his broken mobile phone, if he had lost it before, he would have lost it, at most he felt sorry for those few blessing text messages forwarded to him by his sister Xiao Rou.But the situation is very different now, there are many photos of Li Li in the album.And anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that those photos were all secretly taken.

If Assistant Zuo saw this, how would he think about himself?

Li Li's idiot fan?

You can say anything about him, only this makes Xiao Yu feel uncomfortable.

To put it bluntly, just because his sister likes Li Li, does he dislike Li Li in various ways? He is not such a crazy and unreasonable person.

Facing the huge light box advertisement of the little boy in the subway station a few times, he still thought that face was pretty good-looking, but in terms of appearance, he was not inferior.

The two young people are about the same age next year, but because of their different starting points and backgrounds, they are far apart from each other with the same dream.

He, Xiao Yu, is not a great sage, envy, jealousy and hatred are unavoidable.

Feeling apprehensive, the car finally arrived at the set. Sure enough, after a while, the left assistant came.First returned his cell phone, and then chatted briefly with him for a while.

During the chat, Xiao Yu was worried, so he tried to ask him a few questions, but Assistant Zuo's reaction was normal.Neither did he mention the photo, nor did he mention Li Li. He only said that the work schedule is a bit tight recently, so Xiao Yu should pay more attention to his body.

Xiao Yu was extremely grateful, but his gratitude didn't stop until he turned on the phone again—there was no Li Li in the photo album, there was not even a hair, and the sneak shots he ran around the day before were more like a whimsical dream.

Xiao Yu sat on the chair, his face turned blue.

Not far away, Director Fu stood in the temporary office, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he asked his know-it-all assistant again: "Whose phone do you think belongs to?"

Assistant Zuo replied: "Xiao Yu's, I wanted to find some time today to take a look, but who knew he would call himself this morning."

"Have you checked the information with him?" Screenwriter Fu still couldn't believe it.

Assistant Zuo nodded with certainty and said: "I've confirmed it, and I saved some relatives and friends' numbers and so on. I checked with him casually, and it is indeed his fault."

Hearing this, Screenwriter Fu frowned and walked around the room twice, then turned around and said to Zuo Mu, "Get me a camera, a DSLR, the more beautiful you can take pictures of people, the better."