Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

"Mr. Zhu." Han Jingmo walked in and interrupted the two of them.

When he got closer, he saw Hua Xia was wearing pajamas and had no aversion to Zhu Shen. He frowned slightly and handed the two pieces of paper in his hand to Zhu Shen: "Mr. Zhu's injury looks so serious. The program..."

When the two met, the atmosphere was really weird. The Lord God was still smiling, and even the curve of his mouth was exactly the same. But even 250 could see that it was a typical fake smile.

[Host, host... the Lord God will not kill the villain on the spot, right? ]

Hua Xia had a look of watching a show on her face. During the friendly negotiation between the two, she quickly stood up and took the black card from the Lord God: "Little guy."

The Lord God looked at Hua Xia lovingly, raised his hand and took the document: "Director Han, don't worry, it's just a superficial injury, nothing serious."

Han Jingmo didn't care about his injury. He nodded vaguely, but his eyes were on the girl who was sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing with cards.

Seeing this, the Lord God's mouth twitched and he sneered, thinking of some bad memories. Now he really disliked Han Jingmo in every way. He smiled hypocritically and said, "I really have to thank Director Han for taking care of my sheep. I just watched the live broadcast not long ago."

"Yangyang, get up and call Uncle Han. Director Han can be considered your senior."

The words "senior" were emphasized, Hua Xia looked up and smiled through gritted teeth, with a sharp look in her eyes.

The Lord God said this for a reason. After the interaction between the two was broadcast, everyone was almost certain that Hua Xia was the legendary younger relative of Han Jingmo in the program group.

"Of course, that's right. I just haven't heard that Miss Han has such a powerful brother, but she went to another agency." Han Jingmo said sarcastically.

Hua Xia: “…”

It was early in the morning, and seeing the two of them working endlessly, with the system buzzing in her mind, she looked up and saw that all the things had been moved, so she pretended to yawn.

Needless to say, the two of them shut up.

Han Jingmo: "Mr. Zhu, let's go downstairs to discuss other matters."

After everyone left, the room finally became quiet.

Without waiting for 250 to ask, she answered in one breath: "Don't worry, Jiesheng won't do anything to your boss."

The system was relieved, Hua Xia looked out the window indifferently. Besides, Wu could only say that he would make a comeback. I'm afraid that the real strength of the two of them is still better than that of this villain.

If 250 knew what the host was thinking at this moment, he would probably be shocked. After all, they left the plane together, so why would the host know the conversation that took place in that plane afterwards?

At this time, the system was still wondering why the Lord God was originally called Jiesheng, Jiesuosheng, right? I'm afraid that there are only a handful of people in the main world who know the Lord God's name, and there is no one who calls him by his name. He suddenly became curious about why the Lord God is the host's brother, why the host's surname is Hua, and why the people of the Hua family have such a relationship with the Lord God.

The closer we get to the truth, the more doubts we have.

On the day of the official live broadcast recording, Jie Sheng stood outside the makeshift dressing room, looking towards the entrance, with a coat draped over his shoulders and breakfast in his hands. After watching for a long time, no one came, but the male protagonist of this world walked in.

Han Yi saw the man with outstanding temperament, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said with a panicked tone: "Senior, you are here so early?"

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so Jie Sheng curled the corners of his mouth and smiled kindly, which made Han Yi happy. He stood still and started talking.

"I have watched every work of my predecessors many times, especially..."

In this world, Jiesheng is actually not much older than Han Yi, but he became a legend in the film industry several years earlier than the latter.

He didn't hear a word Han Yi said. He stared at the entrance for a long time until another female star came in and introduced herself as an artist of Xingyu. Only then did Jiesheng realize that Hua Xia and Han Jingmo had tricked him.

He sighed quietly.

This reaction made it hard for Han Yi not to make associations. After all, Mu Yang's reputation for bad deeds in the circle was well known. Someone of Zhu Shen's level was invited, and Mu Yang was replaced by another artist from Xingyu. It was hard not to say that this was the latter's suggestion.

His uncle actually agreed. It seems that Mu Yang is not special.

"This woman is like a clown. Now that she's gone, I can finally have some peace and quiet." He murmured.

When he looked up again, Han Yi met Zhu Shen's gaze. The latter's face, which had been gentle just now, was now expressionless. The look in his eyes when he looked at him was extremely indifferent, as cold as ice, without the slightest warmth.

"I, Senior, I'm talking about Mu Yang, the one before you came..."

He choked before he could finish his words, because the man's eyes became colder and colder, with a hint of... murderous intent. Yes, murderous intent emanating from them.

Zhu Shen and Mu Yang knew each other and had a close relationship. Han Yi realized this and dared not say anything.

What, never heard of it before?

If she had such a big shot backing her up, why would she have issued those press releases before? Who in the circle would dare to say anything about her?

When she looked up again and was still wondering if she had misunderstood, she heard an unhappy male voice: "It's fine for you and Han Jingmo to do anything, but if it involves Mu Yang in the slightest, then there's no need for you to exist."

It was clearly a threat.

The tangible feeling of oppression almost made him unable to breathe, as if it would disappear in the next second. When the staff came to announce the start, it all seemed like an illusion.

But the fear of surviving the disaster still remains.

If 250 were here, he would find that the host and the Lord God are clearly the same kind of people.

At this time, Hua Xia had already sat in the back seat of Han Jingmo's car. She crossed her legs and supported her chin, looking at the man sitting next to her, a handsome and mature man - Han Jingmo who had skipped work.

"Director Han, you're skipping work?"

Han Jingmo sat seriously and handed the breakfast in his hand to Hua Xia. He did not answer directly: "You can sleep for a while after eating."

They were going to the recording site of another e-sports variety show. The two shows just happened to overlap in time, one was the recording stage and the other was the live broadcast.

The recording locations were located to the east and west of the hotel where they stayed, and it took several hours to drive there.

Hua Xia took the breakfast and continued to ask, but Han Jingmo just said, "I'll go back after I get you there."

If I go back, I'm afraid the recording of his show will be finished.

I was daydreaming while eating breakfast, and when I came to my senses, I found Han Jingmo with his head down, looking intently at his phone.

Hua Xia moved closer, thinking that Han Jingmo was watching the live broadcast of "The Truth Survives", but what appeared on the screen was a search interface, and the search content was displayed in the input box at the top.

"How can I have topics to talk about with younger people?"

As soon as my eyes finished scanning these words, the phone screen went black with a slight key click.

The owner of the lock screen phone sat upright, motionless, as if it was not someone else who turned off the phone. His expression was a little stiff and his body was also stiff.

Hua Xia said "oh" and sat up straight, pretending she saw nothing.

A second later, a pair of hands reached out in front of her, with an unlocking interface flat on the palms. Hua Xia shook her head, and the phone was handed forward again.

Turning around, he saw Han Jingmo with an expressionless face, staring straight ahead with a mature, steady and upright look. Probably realizing he was being watched, he sat up straighter and accidentally clicked "return" with the hand holding the phone, and the previous search records suddenly appeared.

"What's the relationship between two people who are not related by blood and call each other brother?"

“How to maintain it?”

"..."

And the first one: "Does it mean you like someone if your eyes fall on him/her uncontrollably?"