After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

"That..." Hang Yang tried to interrupt, but Lan Xinrong stopped him instantly.

"And you, Hang Yang," Lan Xinrong opened his mouth like a machine gun, turned his direction, and instantly changed the shooting target, "Don't you know who your brother is? Don't you know how professional he is? The resources at hand If you don’t know how to make good use of it, if you don’t understand something, pester him and ask hard! If he doesn’t help you, he will go to his mother!”

"That..." Hang Yang tried to raise his voice, but was blocked again.

"Be smart, you know!"

"I think I can do it!" Hang Yang couldn't hold back and shouted directly.

There was two seconds of silence in the car.

Lan Xinrong: "???" The steering wheel almost slipped in his hand.

And Hang Xiutu looked at Hang Yang's side face, and the smile in his eyes was fleeting.

"Uh, that," Hang Yang hesitated, holding the wrinkled script and skillfully shrunk himself up, his voice was very sincere, but the volume became smaller and smaller, "I, I, I..."

He showed a shy smile: "I like this story very much."

Hang Xiutu seemed to think of something, he turned to Hang Yang: "Look, are you crying?"

Hang Yang was taken aback, and blurted out: "Brother, how do you know..."

He didn't react until he said it, and he admitted it in disguise!Obviously you can die without proof!

Hang Yang pursed his lips, and boldly flicked Hang Xiutu's slap in the face, his already flushed little face turned red again.

"Damn," Lan Xinrong couldn't see the expressions of the two of them, sitting alone in the front seat, he took a couple of deep breaths, and pretended to smile relaxedly, "I'm sorry, Brother Lan has been a little busy these two days and has been a little impatient .It’s not a big problem, just calm down and let him practice his skills..."

Of course, Hang Yang is not a real newcomer. When he first entered the industry in his previous life, he worked in various film crews. I don’t know how many stares and dark losses he suffered. Swaggeringly took the "special car" to the set.So rather than nervous, he was more excited than nervous, but Lan Xinrong yelled at him like a Tang monk, and his heartbeat speeded up inexplicably. He really felt nervous like when he went to the audition for the first time.

When he fell into uneasiness, Hang Yang subconsciously took a peek at Hang Xiutu—he was lying on the seat with his eyes closed, and his long eyelashes reflected the silhouette under his eyes, which made the already three-dimensional facial features more delicate, and his body just followed With breathing and the vibration of the car fluctuates slightly.He just lay there quietly, with an indescribable sense of tranquil beauty throughout his body,

Hang Yang looked at Hang Xiutu, and his heart suddenly became quiet.He turned his head, smiled secretly, then closed his eyes and lay down in a learned manner.

The two brothers closed their eyes and fell asleep, one on the left and the other on the right, which really meant being independent from the world.

Hearing that there was no movement behind, Lan Xinrong realized that Hang Yang wanted to rest, so he reluctantly closed his nagging mouth.

Hang Yang's state at this time was really surprisingly relaxed, and he was really tired after lying down for a while, and soon entered a half-dream and half-awake state, and was woken up by Lan Xinrong's voice "arrived".

He raised his eyelids dimly, and what caught his eyes was the four flying and phoenix characters of "Yangfan Hotel". This door was so luxurious and pompous, and a strange subtle feeling suddenly surged in his heart: "Well, this hotel... ..."

"It looks familiar, doesn't it?" Lan Xinrong grinned his big white teeth, "It's your family's property, and it was dumped by your parents to your brother to manage it. Your brother can open his mouth, during the cast of 'Zhi Hua Gai' Collective [-]% discount for hotel use.”

"It's the off-season, and the hotel already has a large amount of space. This is just right, and the resources are allocated reasonably." Lan Xinrong parked the car, got out of the car and opened the rear door, "By the way, your brother is still in "Zhi Hua Gai" producer."

Hang Yang: "..."

"It's equivalent to taking money out of your brother's left pocket, and then he slowly stuffed it into his right pocket." Lan Xinrong looked at the Hang brothers with a smile, and sighed exaggeratedly, "As expected of an evil capitalist."

He patted Hang Yang on the shoulder: "how are you, nervous, young master of the capitalist?"

Hang Yang: "...not bad."

"It's going to be a knife anyway," Lan Xinrong smiled and slapped twice, "It's the first time, anything can happen. It's okay, as long as you don't cry in front of those old men later Give your brother a face."

Hang Yang silently glanced at the man in the car, and said tactfully: "My brother may not think so."

Lan Xinrong didn't seem to hear it, he patted the car door next to Hang Xiutu nonchalantly: "Xiutu, let's go?"

Hang Xiutu opened his eyes, instead of looking at Lan Xinrong, he looked at his watch, and said flatly, "I won't go."

Lan Xinrong: "...?"

He spat out every word with a bit of difficulty: "You mean you've been driving here for nearly an hour, but you don't plan to accompany your brother to the interview?"

Hang Xiutu's voice finally brought some waves: "Otherwise? I'm not his manager."

"But you are his brother!"

"Is there a requirement for family members to accompany the audition?"

Lan Xinrong inevitably became irritable: "Then why did you follow all the way here?"

"I made an appointment with the road guide today, and I just came half an hour early by taking your ride. What's the problem?" The precious texture of the throne.

"Have you greeted Lao Liu in advance?"

Hang Xiutu denied it quite simply: "No."

"That..." Hang Yang's voice came in cautiously.

"No!" Lan Xinrong didn't hear Hang Yang's voice at all, and seemed eager to grab Hang Xiutu's collar on the spot, "You don't show up! With this little guy's qualifications, how is this possible?!"

"Hang Yang wants to play independently." Hang Xiutu glanced over, not looking at Lan Xinrong, but fixed on Hang Yang, "How to deal with it later depends on the result."

This is unclear, in short - he, Hang Xiutu, does not necessarily want to hand over the role to Hang Yang.

"My God, it's not an important role, what are you doing!" Lan Xinrong gritted his teeth, wishing he could slam the car door in his face on the spot, "I'm thinking about the harmony of your family! Master, Master Hang! Just follow me upstairs , you don’t need to say a word, just sit back and leave the rest to me, okay?”