Unscrupulous orthopedics [entertainment circle]

Director Lin saw that his two disciples, one big and one small, seemed to see each other instantly, and his mood became more cheerful: "Come on, let me introduce you. Xiao An, this is Su Yang, you must know him, your big brother Brother, it's not easy to catch him for a meal. Su Yang, this is Xiao An, Mr. An Wang, a pretty nice name, our actor Tang Ke in Qili Lane, Xiao An is very talented, and it just so happens that today he can play You get together to have a meal, and everyone gets to know each other."

Su Yang: "... Then I have to thank Director Lin."

Director Lin waved his hand modestly: "I only did a little work, Su Yang is welcome." Then he pulled Shi An, who had already stood still, and said, "Xiao An, what are you doing standing there? Come, come, sit with Su Yang , you young people must have a lot to talk about."

Su Yang nodded: "Director Lin said, Xiao An, come here."

An Wangjun looked at his elder brother sitting in the banquet as motionless as a mountain, the hand holding the teacup was so impeccable - if you ignore the bulging veins on the back of the hand.

Su Yang in front of him was wearing the gentle and courteous pretense he always had in front of the camera, with gentle eyes and a smile on his lips. He seemed to be very appreciative of this junior whom Director Lin praised so much. Only An Wangjun knew whether he was holding back What a fire.

An Wangjun wanted to run away, but his feet were rooted to the ground, unable to move.

Director Fang thought the kid was nervous, and it might be the first time he had come to such a dinner, so he patted him on the shoulder with a kind smile: "Don't be cautious, Xiao An, you are a very nice fellow, Senior Brother Su. Speaking of which, you are also real mentors." Brother, Su Yang, you must not have guessed that our Xiaoan is also a B major! And it is the same finance department as you!"

Su Yang's eyes lighted up at the right time, as if he was really surprised: "Really? That's really destined. It's really interesting that we are brothers in school, but we are still friends after we leave school."

An Wang-jun: "..."

Brother, I beg you to stop talking, I know I was wrong...

Su Yang saw that An Wangjun was motionless, his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost, and he smiled self-deprecatingly: "It seems that the image I created in front of my junior is not very good. The junior looks very afraid of me?" Shi Shiran stood up and walked towards Mr. An Wang in a personable manner.

An Wangjun saw that Su Yang was getting closer and closer to him, but he couldn't even lower his head to avoid his gaze, and watched his brother's scrutinizing eyes froze over his face, like a thorn in his back, like a thorn in his throat.

"Looking carefully, Brother An looks really good, and Director Lin's vision is really getting better and better."

"Of course!" Director Lin was very confident in his deceitful eyesight, "I said, what are you two doing standing around? Come on, sit down and have a chat!" With one hand, he pressed the two of them together to the seat.

Su Yingdi carefully arranged the tableware in front of An Wangjun, and poured him a cup of tea. "I think Xiaoan's face is still very small. She's just a freshman this year, right?"

An Wang-jun still couldn't say a word.

Screenwriter Fang slapped An Wangjun on the head, "What's wrong with Xiao An tonight? You don't say a word, and you are always the one who jumps up and down on the set. Why? Seeing senior, you are nervous?"

Su Yang slowly became his peacemaker: "Uncle Fang, don't scare other children, what kind of senior, I feel ashamed if you are not shy." After speaking, he took An Wangjun's hand hidden under the table, "I It’s good to see this junior, if you are a little more cautious, don’t let everyone think about it every day, okay?”

An Wangjun has been with his brother since he was a child, and he has been holding hands for a long time. Basically, every line in his hand can find a pair with him in the other party's hand.But this time when holding hands, An Wangjun seemed to be hit by an electric current, and his heart was about to jump out.

To die, really to die.

This is the only word left in An Wangjun's mind.

An Wangjun didn't know how he survived this muddle-headed meal. Director Lin offered him tea when he asked him to, and he said hello when he asked him to say hello.My brother was sitting next to me, but like a complete stranger, he asked his school gently and politely about how he felt on the set, but he could only utter a few words stiffly, in exchange for Director Lin saying: "Xiao An, don't be nervous, There will be more entertainment like this in the future, you have to get used to it!"

Finally, the cups and dishes were messed up and the people dispersed. Some people at the table kept shouting for a massage. Director Lin asked Su Yang if he wanted to go. Su Yang replied, "No, I finally got home. My brother is still waiting for me."

Director Lin is very disgusted: "Every time you kid uses your younger brother as an excuse, sleep with him and teach him to read. If you want me to say, people have a kid's way of playing, maybe he still thinks you control him every day. , trouble!"

Su Yang smiled, and glanced casually at An Wangjun who was beside him with stiff hands and feet: "If a child doesn't understand the painstaking efforts of the adults, then the adults will be negligent in their duties."

"Of course, children who want to die must be educated well."

Director Lin looked at the smile on Su Yang's face that could fascinate a little girl, and he couldn't help but sweat on his back. There seems to be something wrong with this kid tonight...

"Old Lin! Are you still going!" Screenwriter Fang urged him standing beside the car.

"Here we come! Hurry up to reincarnate, you guys!" Director Lin spat at them, then turned around and asked An Wangjun with a pleasant face: "Xiao An didn't drink tonight, can I take a taxi home by myself?"

"I'll take Xiao An back, and I will drive to pick me up immediately." Su Yang hugged An Wangjun, "It's just right, there are still many things I want to talk to my junior."

Director Lin was very satisfied with this kind of harmonious scene between the two brothers. Once again he felt that B University is really a good place to produce talents, so he went to do massage while belching.

At the bustling door of True Color, only two young talents from B University were left in an instant.

Speechless.

When Le Xingzhi hummed the little yellow song and swayed all the way to the real gate, he saw two wooden stakes poked on the left and right of the gate, and almost flicked his tongue.

Didn't Su Yang come to Director Lin's dinner?Why is Xiaojun here?And the two of them, why is the atmosphere so tense?I am not dreaming!

Le Xingzhi watched Su Yang go straight into the co-pilot, while An Wangjun shrank back in the back seat with his head lowered like a child who made a mistake—this is even more unscientific!Usually the two of them are painted with 502 in the back seat and they are inseparable!

"Eh..." Le Xingzhi struggled and said, "Mr. Why are you here? Are you here to pick up Su Yang?"

An Wangjun lowered his head in despair.

"How can I bother him." After the tea was cold, Su took off his painted skin with poisonous tongue, and said with a heart-warming words: "Director Lin's promotion of small fresh meat, the entertainment industry will finally drop Ziwei Star. Lan. Look, I even thought of the name of Toutiao for you, are you satisfied?"

An Wang-jun's tears fell down with a patter.

Seeing that there was no sound in the back seat, Su Yang became even more furious. He wished he could teach some disobedient child a lesson now.Annoyedly unbuttoning the top button of the shirt, she turned her face out of the window, closed her eyes and rubbed between her brows.

Le Xing's face was dazed, and he didn't dare to breathe.On the right is a living ancestor with the words "Labor and capital are about to blow up who will die" written all over his body, and behind him is a little fairy who can't see clearly in the dark. Le Xingzhi feels that he, a mortal, is about to be unable to breathe.

After a terrible silence all the way, Le Xingzhi finally completed the long march and sent the two of them to the door of the house.Le Xingzhi feels that he must go to the cardiology department early tomorrow morning to ask, can he save it if his heart rate exceeds 250?

As soon as Su Zuzong got out of the car with long legs, he ignored Mr. An Wang who was sitting in the back seat, opened the door and walked to the dark house.Le Xingzhi felt anxious, turned on the interior lights and urged An Wangjun: "What are you two doing, hurry up and follow... You, are you crying?"

It was only then that Le Xingzhi realized that An Wangjun, who hadn't moved a word along the way, sat stiffly on the back seat, crying silently for an unknown amount of time, his handsome face was wet with slaps.

"Xiaojun, Xiaojun, don't cry, your brother, he, he..." The ace manager who was usually good at dancing with lotus flowers and long sleeves collapsed at this moment and his tongue was about to tie up. What evil did he do? Parents are short.One of Le Xing gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and rushed out of the car as if dying, and stopped Su Zuzong who was full of blackness.

Su Yang looked at him steadfastly, with the intention of killing anyone who stands in my way.

Le Xingzhi swallowed his saliva, Ma De is really a god fighting a little ghost, I stretched out my head and shrunk my head, or a knife, simply heartbroken, and said as death: "...You, you go and see Xiaojun...The child is in the back I'm crying..."

Then he saw the small flames in Su Yang's eyes shoot up more than three meters high.

"You go back first." Le Xingzhi heard Boss Su say to himself.

Le Xingzhi wished he could run away immediately after rubbing oil on his feet, but his intuition told him that he was being too unkind, so he confessed frantically: "...You guys, have a good talk, there must be some misunderstanding...Don't speak harshly to Xiaojun... ..."

"3, 2, 1, do you want to go?"

Le Xingzhi immediately ran away without a trace, and didn't even want to delve into the weird philosophical question of whether he came here or drove, and turned into No. 11 when he returned.

Su Yang poked in his own yard without looking back. After an unknown period of time, he yelled coldly, "Do you still want me to invite you to come down?"

An Wangjun trembled in fright. He wanted to speak out, but his voice was already out of his voice, his hands and feet were numb and he couldn't use his strength. He didn't know how to face Su Yang now.

Su Yang waited for a long time without hearing a response, which made him feel a burning heart on this early winter night.

A sense of failure, powerlessness, and a faint sense of loss came one after another.

Happiness is because of you, and sadness is also because of you.

All right, you boy can do it.

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