The show of love with the deadly enemy was broadcast live

Cheng Lang was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Sister Wang, you have become a pimp too."

Wang Han was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "The company will try its best to solve it." Then he hung up the phone.

After Cheng Lang came out of the shower, he pushed open the sliding door on the balcony for some reason.On the opposite side, the balcony was drawn with dark gray curtains, and the light was still slightly on.

Cheng Lang glanced at his watch, it was already 12 o'clock.

Cheng Lang frowned involuntarily, and 3 minutes later, the lights in the opposite room went out.

Cheng Lang also turned off the light and lay back on the bed, picked up his phone to see how the matter was going.

The studio released a surveillance video of the supermarket.

The above clearly shows the whole process of Cheng Lang lowering his head and picking up the toffee in Changfeng's hand. The distance between the two is not too close, and their behavior is decent and polite, which does not exist in the photo.

The copy said: It's just a neighbor in the same community, Qingming is at ease.

However, unfavorable public opinion has not increased but decreased.

It turned out that the entertainment reporter who broke the photo for the first time sent out two more photos.

One is a photo of Chang Feng coming out of Cheng Lang Tower.

The other is a photo of Cheng Lang participating in an event.

Both photos are wearing that light blue trench coat.

Copywriting: What do the neighbors in the same community need to do to stay at each other's house for such a long time, and even change their clothes when they come out.And it was Cheng Lang's own clothes?

The meaning implied in it is self-evident.

And the comments on the Internet became more and more intense, and some people even reported that some advertising brands had withdrawn Cheng Lang's endorsement.

What a disaster.

Cheng Lang rubbed his eyebrows, he and Xu Changfeng were self-defeating.

No one wants to believe that "ordinary neighbors go shopping together and drop by each other's house for a meal."

People are most willing to believe the most explosive and "interesting" things.

What's more, there are black hands pushing behind.

Cheng Lang looked at Chang Feng's face, which was already very clear in the photo, and frowned even tighter.

The paparazzi on the Internet seem to have no professional ethics at all. Changfeng is obviously just an amateur, but his personal photos were exposed because of himself.

Cheng Lang opened and posted on Weibo with a blank face. Unexpectedly, when he circled the whistleblower, the Weibo displayed "This user does not exist."

Cheng Lang quit editing with some doubts, and suddenly found that the Weibo reposted by several big Vs on the Internet had all been deleted.

Hot searches suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The apology statements of major marketing accounts have also been issued one after another.

What's even more strange is that several popular stars in Lanhe Entertainment, who had no friendship with Cheng Lang before, posted Weibo or explicitly or implicitly expressed their support for Cheng Lang.

For a moment, everything was calm.

Netizens only had a memory of seven seconds. After a while, few people remembered Xu Changfeng who was good-looking but couldn't find any information.

But there are always exceptions.

Changfeng looked at the girl opposite. The girl was about 27 or [-] years old, with short hair around her ears, wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses, blinking her eyes, and her attitude was very sincere.

Chang Feng took a step back, with some playfulness in his eyes.

"Ask me to act? What do you think?"

But this girl persevered.

Squatting at the gate of the community, blocking the wind for a whole week.

When the wind was blocked for the last time, the girl almost cried.

"Look at the script, it's really suitable for you."

"The first time I saw you, I thought you were the only one to play."

"It's not that hard, you just have to stand there and you're the hero of my story."

"Cheng Lang has already agreed, can you give it a try..."

Chang Feng took a short walk.

"...Cheng Lang?"

The girl's eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly discovered a breakthrough. "Yeah! The protagonists of this play are you and Cheng Lang."

Changfeng didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly hesitated: "Show me the script."

The two sat in the coffee shop, Chang Feng picked up the script, read it for a long time, and put it on the table.

He leaned back a bit with a strange expression on his face.

"Is this script about homosexuality?"

The girl lowered her head slightly, with an embarrassed expression on her face: "That...it's okay...now many online dramas are adapted from Tanmei novels..."

"The filming period of online dramas is very short, and the low-cost production is estimated to be completed in two months...Mr. The first time I saw your photo, I thought it was you..."

"You are the author of the novel "Growing Grass" at ten o'clock?" Changfeng interrupted her.

The girl nodded sharply.

"Oh," Chang Feng nodded, pointing to the paragraph on page 25 of the script, with a flat tone, "If I act, this sex scene will be deleted."

The girl's face was flushed: "You can also delete it, it's not in the novel..."

and many more!

The girl raised her head suddenly.

The meaning of this sentence is—Mr. Xu agrees? ! ! !

Chang Feng went home with the script, and when he got home, he was stuck in the soft bed.

Changfeng raised his arms and covered his eyes...

His reason for taking the show is simple.

——In this play, he is a robot.

And the end of the story.

The robot and the human boy are together.

Like a fairy tale.

"What?" Xu Qianqian shook his hand and almost spilled the coffee.

"Brother, you also want to act?!"

Changfeng nodded expressionlessly, lowered his head and took a sip of juice.

The juice here is not very good, not as good as that of the actor Cheng Lang's.

It seems that it's time to give him a trench coat.

I remember that the last time he came out of the actor's house, he promised to make juice for himself next time.

Xu Qianqian asked again: "What happened? Brother, why are you going to film? What kind of film are you shooting? What role? Who is the director? You won't be deceived, right? Does my cousin know?"

Chang Feng raised his head, frowned slightly, thinking about which question to answer first, after thinking for a while, he answered with a clear answer: "...the name of the web drama "Growing Grass" seems to be like that?"

Xu Qianqian sighed, took out his cell phone and started making calls.

"Hey, Lao Li, let me ask you something...I have a brother, it's his first time acting..."

Seeing her sophisticated appearance, Changfeng nodded in satisfaction and continued to drink juice.

Well, the little girl has grown up.

Not bad.

The little girl who has grown up is very efficient.An hour later, two people appeared in the cafe.

The delicate-looking woman brushed her wavy hair, stretched out her hand, and smiled professionally:

"Hi, I'm your manager, Shen Qing."

A boy in a white sweater behind scratched his head and greeted Changfeng with a smile: "I'm your assistant Shibai, brother Changfeng just call me Xiaobai!"

Changfeng shook hands with them and got to know them briefly.

Since he wanted to drink fruit juice, Changfeng didn't hesitate much. After returning home, he took out the windbreaker from the closet that the hourly worker brought back from the dry cleaner two days ago, and walked to Cheng Lang's house.

When he reached the door of Cheng Lang's house, Changfeng paused.

After thinking for a while, he made sure that he wanted lime juice this time, and there was no need to change the taste, then he pressed the doorbell cautiously.

But Changfeng waited for 5 minutes, but there was no response.

Changfeng pressed it again without giving up.

"Clap." The door opened.

Changfeng raised his head, and Cheng Lang stood in front of him.

Cheng Lang looked at him motionless, the distance between the two was very close, Chang Feng's dark eyes were fixed on Chang Feng, his eyes were focused, and he seemed inexplicably uncomfortable.

Chang Feng took a step back involuntarily, then handed him the windbreaker expressionlessly: "Your windbreaker."

Cheng Lang took the windbreaker and said yes.

Chang Feng frowned, he didn't hear any message inviting him in.

When he left last time, Cheng Lang clearly said that he would treat himself to drink juice.

Sure enough, people like them just speak politely and don't take it seriously?too much.

Changfeng expressionless: "Oh."

After speaking, he turned around and prepared to leave.

A pair of arms suddenly stretched out from behind, and slowly embraced Chang Feng's waist from behind.

Then, a head was pressed heavily on Chang Feng's right shoulder.