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

"Your brother is waiting for you in the car." Lan Xinrong whispered in his ear.

He raised his head, clasped his hands together, and smiled apologetically at Director Lu and Director Liu: "I'm sorry, you two, our little friend has never seen such a battle, I think he's going to be overwhelmed, let's take a step first!"

When Lan Xinrong took Hang Yang away, he waved his hands and shouted: "Turn around and kill Hang Xiutu! Keep him in mind, don't let this kid run away!"

Hang Yang followed behind Lan Xinrong, full of anxiety. The closer he got to the garage, the more nervous he became: What is Hang Xiutu's attitude?Will he let go?Are you acting... okay?

The backyard is not far from the underground parking lot, but only 5 minutes away.

Hang Yang's heart was still in a mess, it seemed that there was only one inattentive effort, and when he raised his head again, he had already walked to the side of the car, but the back seat was empty, Hang Yang was stunned for a moment before he saw—the man was sitting in the main driver superior? !

The front window fell down just right, and Hang Yang was pinching his fingers between his eyebrows, feeling a little tired rarely.

"You..." Lan Xinrong was a little confused about the situation, and wanted to ask Master Hang if he was going to condescend to drive himself?

Unexpectedly, it was interrupted by Hang Xiutu first: "Please take a taxi home today. I will have someone park the car in your garage before work tomorrow morning. It won't delay your use tomorrow."

Lan Xinrong: "???"

Hang Xiutu turned his eyes and looked at Hang Yang. He was not as indifferent and majestic as before, Hang Yang's tightly clenched palms suddenly loosened, and he softly shouted a word that had been suffocating in his throat: "Brother... "

Hang Xiutu's eyebrows moved slightly, he turned his head sideways, pressed his right thumb on his temple, and rested a few fingers lightly on his forehead, paused for two seconds, and said lightly: "Hang Yang get in the car."

Hang Yang obediently opened the car door and climbed in.

Before Lan Xinrong could react, Hang Xiutu stretched out his slender arms from the car window, and with a little force, he closed the rear door tightly, followed by a soft "snap", and the door was completely locked.

Lan Xinrong: "!!!"

Hang Xiutu nodded at the old man: "I'll treat you to dinner later."

Then he quickly pulled up the window, started the car, and blocked Lan Xinrong's slightly indecent voice of "Hang Xiutu, my mother&*%@! *￥" from the car door.

Everything is finally quiet.

"Hang Yang," Hang Xiutu took the lead to break the silence, his deep voice seemed more magnetic in the small space in the car, "I want to apologize to you first."

Hang Yang sat up straight at once, panicked, and didn't know how to react at all: "Brother, brother?"

"To be honest, even though Teacher Wen praised you, when the road guide asked you to play Ye Zhang, my first reaction was that you couldn't do it." Hang Xiutu's voice was steady, the same as his driving style, and he couldn't feel it at all. bumpy.

"But it turns out," Hang Xiutu changed the topic, and his tone relaxed.From Hang Yang's perspective, he couldn't see Hang Xiutu's expression, but he suddenly felt that the corner of his brother's mouth might have a slight curvature, "You've done a good job, far exceeding my expectations."

"well-done"

——The moment these four words came out of Hang Xiutu's mouth, Hang Yang knew what it was like to pour a bouquet of nectar from his heart.Whether it's Teacher Wen's praise or Lu Qiu's favor, none of the words from this person in front of him will definitely make him happy.

——It seemed that clusters of flowers were silently blooming in his heart.

It is only today that Hang Yang realizes how vivid the short words "heart elated" are.

But who would have thought that after a few seconds of silence, Hang Xiutu changed the subject: "But I still hope you can refuse this role."

For a moment, Hang Yang almost thought he heard it wrong.

"Why, why?" Hang Yang's ears seemed to be buzzing, and he was in a trance for a moment. When he swallowed, he realized that his throat was shaking.

"Your qualifications can't hold back..."

Before Hang Xiutu finished speaking, Hang Yang's mentality collapsed in an instant. He suddenly stood up from the back seat and felt no pain when the back of his head touched the roof of the car: "Qualifications? Qualifications?! How could this be the reason? ? Brother, how did you come here step by step? Didn’t you fight step by step, or even gamble! Take it out, take it out when everyone is not optimistic..."

He was almost incoherent: "You have come up with so many good works, it's like a miracle!"

"Did you come today by seniority?" Hang Yang's voice trembled more and more, and he already had a clear crying voice, "Brother, why would you say such..."

It was the first time for Hang Xiutu to see his younger brother's emotional outburst, and he was taken aback for a few seconds before he said, "Hang Yang, calm down first."

"I'm calm!"

Hang Yang's tears came down after a brush, and unconsciously hugged the back of the co-pilot and cried, his heart full of grievances almost exploded, his little face was red from crying, and the light makeup he had just painted had long been washed away by tears. Whimpering and whispering: "Brother has a problem, I'm not wrong!"

"..." Hang Xiutu has always admired rationality and efficiency, and has extremely high demands on his partners and subordinates. When he was younger, he even fired employees who brought emotions into work on the spot.I don't know how many years I haven't seen anyone dare to be so emotional when he is talking about business.Hang Xiutu heard Hang Yang sobbing all the way beside him, he didn't know that he had so much patience.

He emphasized his tone: "You control your emotions, we can't talk like this."

Hang Yang felt even more wronged all of a sudden. Half an hour ago, he might not have imagined that he would have such courage, as if all his words bypassed his brain: "I'm emotional? Why are you talking to me so coldly? Am I your subordinate? Am I your competitor?"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

When the car drove into the house, Hang Yang opened the door with a "bang", jumped out of the car without saying a word, and rushed into the house wiping away tears without looking at his brother.

"Young master, this is this?" The smile on Uncle Li's face froze instantly.

Hang Xiutu, who followed closely behind, threw the keys in his hand in a hurry, and spoke very fast: "You don't need to park in the garage, just drive to Lan Xinrong's house and return it."

"Yes Yes."

Before Uncle Li had time to ask again, he saw the second young master followed Hang Yang upstairs. He keenly sensed that the atmosphere between the two was not right, so he simply went out on the spot with the key in his hand, and quickly fled from the place of right and wrong.

On the second floor, Hang Yang just wanted to slam the door shut, but he was a little too slow, and was held down by a hand on the door frame on the spot.

Hang Yang sniffled, grabbed the doorknob with both hands, and pulled it in with all his strength, but that beautiful hand seemed to feel no resistance at all, and opened the door steadily, and Hang Xiutu entered the room expressionlessly.

With the sound of "bang!" the door was closed, and there were only two people left in the quiet bedroom.

Without saying a word, Hang Xiutu held Hang Yang's slender waist and pushed him against the door. His tall and slender body covered him tightly. He looked down at Hang Yang from a high position, his eyes sank a little bit: "Can you hear me?" Am I talking well?"

Hang Yang was hooped in a small space, surrounded by the breath of Hang Xiutu, only then did he feel a little scared, and slowly buried his head: "I, I..."

"Hang Yang, a newcomer parachuted into the No. [-] actor of a star drama produced at this level, do you know what kind of speculation and abuse you will face?"

Hang Yang was stunned for a moment, and with his remaining toughness, he was about to refute on the spot: "I..."

"'I understand' or 'I can conquer the audience with my performance'?" Hang Xiutu looked straight at him with cold eyes.

Hang Yang was preempted by him to say what was in his heart, his brain was empty all of a sudden, he lowered his head and muttered: "I, I..."

"Do you know how terrible the subjective impression of the crowd is? When the audience has seen you through colored glasses, the 'normal' performance will be 'garbage, fail', and the 'good performance' will only get sporadic. What’s more, this crew is full of drama. In comparison... Can you imagine how many targeted attacks and abuses will be on the Internet in the future? These abuses and questions will even accompany you for many years, you From now on, every time a character is picked up, a group of people will jump out from below with a strange yin and yang aura, and the ghosts will linger, and they will not be able to hide.”

"Lu Qiu has long been famous and has a lot of famous works. He is willing to gamble on you because he can afford it."

Hang Xiutu pinched Hang Yang's chin with two fingers, and lifted it up involuntarily, his tone was shockingly light: "Raise your head and look into my eyes."

"The vast majority of people in this team can afford to gamble and lose. Think about it for yourself, who is the person who can't afford to lose the most?"

The person who can't afford to lose...

Hang Yang looked into those pale brown eyes, and his body began to shake slightly again, but Hang Xiutu didn't intend to stop at all.

"You are not in the same situation as I was back then. Why do you have to put yourself on the fire? With me behind you, you will have a lot of opportunities in the future. You obviously have a safer and more cost-effective choice..."

Hang Xiutu squeezed Hang Yang's chin with a little more force: "It's not like now, just because of such a trivial matter."

Hang Yang didn’t answer right away.He only slightly lowered his slender eyelashes to block his eyes.

After a long silence, Hang Yang's slender body finally stopped trembling slowly. He stretched out his hand and grabbed his brother's wrist, and he could hear the composure in his voice: "Brother, can you let go of me?" ?”

Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if slightly surprised.

Then, Hang Yang paused for a moment, raised his beautiful eyes, the eye sockets were still red, like a anxious kitten—but what he said was completely opposite to his expression: "I want to act, I must play."

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In the next chapter, Hang Xiutu will be devastated

Yang Yang Chong!Hit him!

ps: I'm sorry for the late update today, it's still nine o'clock tomorrow, okay~