The strongest foodie actor

Neither of the two thought that Xin's conversation just now would be heard by him. The sound insulation effect of this five-star hotel private room is definitely not a joke. When Liao Yufan looked at everything in this private room clearly, the smile on his face was obvious. I froze for a moment.

Depend on!The director's assistant is also here!

Right now, Liao Yufan can't help it. The director said that the assistant's father is his important investor, so he can't offend the assistant.

If the director is a decent person, watching this assistant, a scumbag, take advantage of his position to unwittingly rule out so many beauties every day, how miserable it would be.

Liao Yufan complained viciously.

He straightened his clothes, strolled over, and smiled, "Hello, seniors."

There are dishes on the table, he doesn't know what they are, anyway, he can see that they are very expensive.

This is the life of the rich.

"The young man is here?" The director greeted him kindly, "Come, sit here."

Liao Yufan walked over and sat down next to the director in a very restrained manner. The restraint was not feigned. After all, the director is a big name at the same level as Zhang Yimou.How many dares to offend a newcomer like him?

"Hi director. Today, shall we talk about the script?" Liao Yufan said politely.

Next to the director was the director's assistant, that bastard scum. As soon as he touched the chair, he felt a venomous look across his body. It seemed that this guy had been beaten badly. Liao Yufan was secretly happy, and he tried his best to control Restrain yourself, keep your eyes from sneaking glances, pretend to be very nonchalant, the dishes on the table are all delicious in color, fragrance, and the cups are filled with high-quality white wine. Liao Yufan knows that this kind of place is not for eating As for the food, of course wine is a must. Liao Yufan thinks he can drink quite well.

The light of the light was a bit strange, and he glanced cautiously.

"Hehe, because I have some business matters to discuss, I brought my assistant here, young man, don't be careless." The director still smiled softly.

"It's okay. Director, you can do whatever you want." Liao Yufan said seriously, he had to forcibly divert his attention, otherwise he wanted to laugh when he saw the assistant's ridiculous appearance after being beaten.

The assistant's eyes were about to burst into tears.

The director seemed to be very proficient in his professional skills. He took out the script and started talking with Liao Yufan. This kind of person with a very tall appearance, the director can understand at a glance, and the two chatted very happily.

"Little Liao." The director put his hand on Liao Yufan's shoulder.He said sincerely, "If there were more people like you in the domestic entertainment industry, there wouldn't be so many bad movies!"

"Hehe, director, you're flattering yourself." Liao Yufan said, touching his warm hand, his vigilance gradually relaxed, and he felt that the director was indeed a good person.

Trust him, a fool who has never seen the world, wait a minute, you will feel better in bed.The assistant watched silently. He really couldn't get in the conversation with such professional knowledge. He picked up a glass of wine and poured it down his throat.

After a few glasses of wine, Liao Yufan's belly was warm, and he became more courageous unconsciously. He laughed and cursed with the director. The two looked like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years. After a while, both of them were slightly drunk. Looking at the hotel, it seems to be closing.

"Little Liao." The director said. "I'm a bachelor. I really don't have anything to entertain you at home. I haven't finished talking about the script yet. Go talk to my parents."

"A good director." Liao Yufan couldn't wish for more. He had a very happy conversation with the director. He just felt that he hadn't had such a good time in a long time.

"Assistant, you should go back early, you drank too much, be careful." The director said.

The assistant was holding a small wine glass, looking a little drunk, his hair was shaking, the assistant's light bulb had gone, Liao Yufan thought, in this way, the two of them would have a happier conversation without another person blocking them.

The assistant said yes.

"Then let's go first." The director greeted and took Liao Yufan out.

Going out, facing the night wind, looking at the flickering lights at night, Liao Yufan only felt that the future was bright, and success and fame were beckoning to him.

Arriving at the director's house, Liao Yufan's steps were a little crooked, but his mind was still very clear. The director looked at the lights, and as soon as he touched the furniture, Liao Yufan's whole body trembled. The brand and price really frightened him. Try not to run into them as much as possible. As you can imagine, the maintenance fee is an expense. Liao Yufan thought with a little reverence, the director is really rich.

After all, the director is the wrist.

Liao Yufan was a little unbelievable that such a director could keep himself clean.

Well, he doesn't ask for cleanliness, just a good character is enough.

The director turned on the light, and personally helped Liao Yufan to sit on the sheepskin sofa. "Xiao Liao, it's like being in your own home. Be more casual. I've seen you like this, and it's not comfortable."

"Good director." Hearing what the director said, Liao Yufan relaxed a little. There were some things on the table. Liao Yufan looked at them and suddenly felt that the light above his head was a bit ambiguous. He was suspicious, and saw the director squatting down. , began to write something.

On the clean and clear glass table, there were fine red wine and a glass. For some reason, Liao Yufan suddenly trembled when he saw these two things, and his body shivered violently. There was some luster on the crystal glass table. It was already September, but the air conditioner was still turned on in the room. Liao Yufan felt a bit cold. There was a mat on the sofa, and the sound of the air conditioner was suffocating. For some reason, Liao Yufan felt that the atmosphere at this time was different from that of a hotel.

The atmosphere of the hotel is open and cheerful, but the current atmosphere is depressing, tense, and even a little ambiguous.

Liao Yufan had no choice but to shift his attention to the beige curtains. The patterns of the curtains were very complicated. Counting the number of petals on the curtains seemed to divert his attention.

"Xiao Liao." The director was drunk, and for some reason made Liao Yufan even more frightened. He looked over, and his face began to turn red. The handsomeness and elegance before were gone, and the smell of alcohol permeated the air, his whole body Filled with a turbid breath.

"Huh?" Liao Yufan replied subconsciously. At this moment, a hand came up silently, and Liao Yufan suddenly felt that the sofa was a bit cold.

"Director, what are you doing?"

Seeing his hands hanging in the air, like the claws of an eagle, Liao Yufan's face was extremely embarrassed. He was just about to pinch Liao Yufan's ass.