Dust's Perjury

The cooperation between Lin Sha and Fang Xia is not as easy as imagined.

Although that kid has a dispassionate and kind personality, his attitude towards work is stricter than that of the older generation.

In fact, Lin Sha did submit a satisfactory song, but Fang Xia quickly gave feedback and refused in a very polite way: "Although the level is enough to become a popular song, there are many places that need to be refined. It might be better, if the memory point is only to this extent, it is not enough to become the title song."

Lin Sha felt very uncomfortable after reading WeChat. His self-esteem, which was rarely denied, was stimulated, and he was bored at home for several days to revise and revise. He didn't make phone calls or play games.

Wu Chen, who was busy far away in Beijing, was very flustered. One day, because of jet lag, he sent a series of life-threatening interrogations.

"Mr. Lin, what are you doing?"

"Talk to me please _(:з"∠)_"

"It's swollen, and Qiannv is no longer in the exam, and it's not the exam month..."

"Hmph..."

Lin Sha pondered all night in front of the keyboard, and saw this guy's stupid message before going to bed, and replied with a wry smile: "I'm changing "Spring Tour". I may not be very good at this style of music, and it feels a bit difficult."

Wu Chen didn't know what he was doing, and it took about ten minutes before he replied: "￣~￣Then don't play with me and disappear, music is more important than me! It's really hard to be the man behind a great man..."

Lin Sha washed his face, and while wiping, he was speechless: "==Speak well, learn a Taiwanese accent."

Wu Chen: "Anyway, you pay attention to rest, I'm recording a program."

Lin Sha didn't type any more, and struggled to climb onto the bed and fell heavily, leaning his forehead to the ceiling and sighing.

Working hard is not just a habit for him.

Now that Wu Chen was desperately moving forward, of course he shouldn't stand still.

There are not many things that I know, just writing songs, and I am still not allowed to face failure.

The entertainment industry is also a rivers and lakes, the so-called status and status are very delicate things.

If one year ago Wu Chen was a small fresh meat who became popular with his super popularity and spicy chicken works, then now he has obviously undergone some changes, and naturally he is no longer on an equal footing with similar artists.

The backstage of the TV station is as busy as ever.

This day, Wu Chen took part in a popular ancient culture show. As the main guest, Ji Kang, who played the role of the Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, enjoyed the solo dressing room as usual.

He has his own circle of friends, and he doesn't say too many words in public, so he waited until he was about to leave the room before leaving the room with Ning Xu and the assistant director.

Unexpectedly, there was a young man with a slightly familiar face standing not far from the door.

The other party's eyes were not very friendly.

Wu Chen frowned: "You are..."

The young man smiled lightly: "Mr. Wu is so forgetful, don't you remember me so soon?"

Wu Chen quickly searched the memory area in his brain, and then recalled his name—Xu Ziyan, who was the little singer who was taught a lesson by himself on the show before, and was signed to Muise by Zhang Yifeng.

People of different grades don't need to waste a lot of words, Wu Chen didn't even care about his role in the show, and immediately said: "I haven't forgotten, long time no see."

Then turn around and leave.

Unexpectedly, Xu Ziyan scolded angrily: "What are you dragging?"

Wu Chen stopped.

Ning Xu knew his young master's dog temper, so he stood in the middle and said, "Hey, we are all colleagues, why are you talking like that."

"What kind of colleague? Isn't it just relying on his face?" Xu Ziyan rolled his eyes: "When one day his face is disfigured, he will know how much he weighs!"

This small noise attracted the surrounding staff to watch.

Fortunately, Wu Chen didn't get angry, but just sneered: "I think you need things like 'know how much you weigh' more than I do."

After speaking, he flung his sleeves and walked away.

Ning Xu heaved a sigh of relief, and followed behind and said, "Brother Chen, don't be angry, this person has been talking cheap for a day or two. If the company didn't treat him well, what announcement does he have?"

Wu Chen dismissed any dirty and trivial matters in the circle, hummed lightly, and then walked into the studio hall.

Sex-eating is also a human nature. After Xiaoye Wu's old-fashioned appearance was licked by netizens again, he became the leading actor in a movie directed by Wen Mu, and continued to occupy the headlines of major media.

The idea of ​​two generations of male gods cooperating obviously flattered Wu Chen, and he himself was very embarrassed, so he took the initiative to send a text message to Wen Mu when he was busy: "Brother Wen, I can't compare to you, but since the company promised me to take this film , I will definitely perform well.”

Wen Mu finally let him play the role of a male god, and took the opportunity to comfort him: "Well, don't think that your role is not as deep as another person's. It's not so easy to play a good heartthrob. A heartthrob depends on far more than one person. Face, but to be an extremely beautiful person in the camera."

Wu Chen stood in the studio of the magazine, staring in a daze at these words.

Ning Xu hurried in: "Is the filming over? Brother Chen, Fang Xia called you just now."

"He has returned to China?" Wu Chen put away his phone: "I have to go to the company for a meeting, let's make an appointment with the company."

Ning Xu nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Wu Chen didn't care about taking off his makeup, so he changed out of the coat he borrowed from the magazine, and hurried away with his bag on his back.

Ning Xu helped clean up some sundries, and chased after him, saying, "Brother Chen, why don't you wait for me to get off, you are too tired these days, pay attention to rest."

"I can't help it. I'll have to stay with the crew when Brother Wen starts filming. How can I go to see Mr. Lin?" Wu Chen walked like flying, "I can't keep leaving him alone in London, I can't bear it."

Talking about other people's feelings is very stupid behavior.

Although Ning Xu didn't understand why Wu Chen was moved, he didn't ask why.

After getting in touch with Lin Sha several times, Ning Xu felt that he was a gentle and good man, but everything that those legs meant could only be accepted by a very strong heart.

Fang Xia is young, but has a high status in the music circle.

He didn't sign with any company, and he went to Musie without hindrance. When he saw Wu Chen, he would babble: "You must treat me to a delicious meal tonight, and you've finished three songs for you. I absolutely love it. "

"Okay, I don't understand, why can't you afford it, what do you keep asking me to do?" Wu Chen mocked him: "Is there no one else to accompany you?"

Fang Xia was annoyed: "Shut up, if you show your affection again, I will take back all the songs!"

Wu Chen: "Childish, look at your little landlord, you haven't made things difficult for Mr. Lin recently, have you? Why does he change songs every day?"

"Hey." Fang Xia laughed, "Actually, Lin Sha's song is pretty good. I just stimulated him, but I didn't expect it to go to the next level. I'm a little curious about where is the limit of this person? "

Wu Chen's face suddenly changed, and he strangled his neck suddenly: "I told you not to force him, you deserve a beating, don't you?!"

The two boys, who were too young despite their success and fame, immediately started fighting in the corridor.

Fang Xia was not Wu Chen's opponent, so he ran a long way in no time, and turned around to scold: "It's inhumane to be obsessed with sex! — Damn!"

As a result, before he finished speaking, he bumped into someone else.

Fang Xia immediately stood upright: "I'm sorry..."

The person he hit was wearing exquisite leather shoes and a suit, and looked up at a handsome face that seemed to be smiling, not a good person.

Wu Chen frowned and stepped forward: "Sorry, my friend didn't see you."

Zhang Yifeng patted his clothes: "It's okay, isn't this Fang Da Ci? We have met before."