Influence the villain [Quick Transmigration]

The rain has not stopped for a whole day, Zhong Xi held an umbrella and went out with Lin Beici, today is going to shoot a scene in a cemetery, it is raining lightly, which is quite interesting.

After arriving at the set, Li Xin had already arrived.

Because of yesterday's incident, Li Xin and his assistant stood far away, and the crew peeked at him from time to time. There were inquiries, sarcasm, and sympathy for unknown reasons, but no matter what it was, it made Li Xin feel like he was on pins and needles. , frown tightly.

When Zhong Xi passed by, someone bought a bunch of hot milk tea and brought them to the crew to drink one by one to warm up the body. Although it is spring, it is still a bit cold in the suburbs, not to mention it is still raining, and the clothes are thin. At one point, I was about to tremble.

There is some problem with the rental time of the studio. Director Zhao was communicating with the responsible person. When he saw Zhong Xi coming, he hurriedly waved to him.

Zhong Xi slapped Lin Beici's paw, which was poking towards the milk tea, and said flatly, "Don't drink it, see if you can still jump up now that you are fat?"

Lin Beici hurriedly hopped on tiptoe twice, flicking the braid hanging down his back.

I'm light and I'm not fat.

Zhong Xi was still not sure.

Lin Beici didn't know where the problem came from, no matter how much he ate, he didn't gain weight in other places, and the meat grew on his stomach.

Even though he worked upside down on the set day and night every day, he actually gained five catties. Now his stomach is no longer as painful as before. It is soft to the touch, all supported by his figure.

Zhong Xi cleaned him up and told him repeatedly not to drink milk tea, so he went to Director Zhao.

Lin Beici sat on the small bench, lowered his head and pinched the soft flesh on his stomach, and said to himself: "I don't seem to be fat, where is the fat?"

Zhong Xi counted enough people, and the filming hadn't started yet, everyone in the crew was chatting with milk tea in their arms, Lin Beici watched with envy for a while, glanced around Li Xin who was in the corner from the corner of his eye, and found that there seemed to be nothing in his hands. There was no milk tea, but the assistant next to him was given a cup, and the little girl struggled with her face, not knowing whether she should drink it or not.

Lin Beici suddenly became interested. He moved the small bench and sat down next to Li Xin, looked at him with his chin in his hand, and said with a smile, "Good morning."

Li Xin was suffocated by Zhong Xi's humiliation and isolation, but now seeing Lin Beici's look of making trouble, she sneered, turned her face away, and ignored him.

Lin Beici said: "Don't be like this, how boring, let's chat?"

Li Xin's assistant hesitated for a long time, and left quietly.

Li Xin looked around and found that some people were still watching them quietly, and forced herself to hold back her anger not to let herself be at a disadvantage: "What do you want to talk about?"

Lin Beici rested his chin and said lazily, "Just talk about who posted the video of me beating you yesterday?"

Li Xin froze.

Lin Beici knew the answer when he saw his first reaction. He sighed softly and said, "Do you really think that just relying on that video can completely destroy me?"

Li Xin didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

"You're such a fool." Lin Beici sighed, "You won't even use the evidence given to you, the first video you posted yesterday should not be #孟汉灯打李欣#, but #孟汉灰对莎李Xinqiububu#, in this way, the car won’t overturn.”

Li Xin became angry from embarrassment: "You..."

Lin Beici is still teaching him: "You have to take the initiative to reveal the relationship first, and make it clear that I, Meng Handeng, have been pursuing you with a stern face, but you don't like me because of sexual orientation, but 'I' still loves you like crazy, for you Bang bang hit the big wall, and I gave you those resources willingly, without you knowing in advance. In this case, no matter how much evidence I send out, the whole network will scold me for being shameless, and even those who speak for me are just Will judge me a real licking dog."

Li Xin's fists were tightly clenched, as if she wanted to hit someone.

Lin Beici didn't notice Li Xin's violent tendencies at all, and he was still babbling: "If these evidences are thrown out and others still don't believe them, you can send them out again. I failed to court you and committed suicide. About the hospital, there will be more people scolding me for being hypocritical. Well, there are still cases in the hospital, all of which are evidence, Li Jing, tell me why you don’t know how to use it?”

Li Xin couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily, "Have you said enough?"

In Li Xin's ears, this passage was a naked humiliation, whether it was for his emotions or his IQ.

Lin Beici was not afraid of him at all. He sighed and said, "Tell me about you. You played a good deck of cards poorly. Now even if you follow my mistakes, the netizens won't believe you anymore. Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, tsk tsk !"

Li Xin was about to go mad with anger.

Lin Bei resigned.

Just when he was about to get mad at him again, Director Zhao shouted, "Meng Handeng! Li Xin! Where's Meng Handeng?"

Lin Beici hurriedly hooked the bench and stood up: "Come on, come on!"

He ran like a rabbit, hugged the small bench and ran to Zhong Xi, raised his head and laughed non-stop, gesticulating with his hands and feet, as if he was saying something interesting.

Zhong Xi took the small bench from him: "We'll talk about it after this scene."

Lin Beici licked his lips: "If I can do it once, can I have milk tea in the afternoon?"

Zhong Xi suppressed a smile and said, "I'll think about it."

Lin Beici quickly said "ok", and went with his head held high.

Seven days after Wen Ze's death, the real murderer has not been found. Although the Wen family members are not reconciled, they still want their son to be buried in peace.

After the funeral, everyone left, only Wen Run stood alone in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo of his brother on the tombstone with a dull expression, unable to recover for a long time.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and the warm short hair was wet by the rain, dripping water slowly.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps in the empty cemetery, and soon, someone walked over with cheerful footsteps, Wen Run turned his head to look, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

You He was wearing thin clothes, with braids hanging down his shoulders, and walked over leisurely holding a bouquet of longevity flowers.

As soon as Wen Run saw him, he immediately said angrily: "You murderer! What are you doing here? Get out!"

You He casually brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, and said with a smile: "Who are you talking about murderer? Yang Yun proved that it is impossible for me to kill Wen Ze, and the police have already revoked the arrest warrant for me. Can't you prove my innocence?"

Wen Run looked at him viciously: "It's you! It must be you!"

You He smiled, sincerely: "It's a pity, you are not a policeman, so you can't convict me."

As You He said, he sent the longevity flower in his hand to the tombstone, lifted the hem of his coat and sat on the ground, propped his chin, with a very lazy posture, he didn't look like a person who came to a funeral at all—but he said That's right, no one will send longevity flowers to the cemetery, and You He is No. 1.

Wen Run stared at him firmly, and tightly clenched his hands in his pockets. He asked, "Why did you kill my brother?"

You He tilted his head and looked at him as if he was mentally retarded: "Didn't you hear what I said just now? I didn't kill Wen Ze."

Wen Run didn't believe him at all. At that time, the evidence was conclusive. An old man who was enjoying the shade in the corridor witnessed with his own eyes that You He killed someone, and there was only You He's fingerprint on the murder weapon.

The certified physical evidence was gathered, but because of Yang Yun's intervention, he was successfully cleared of the suspicion.

Seeing his stubbornness, You He probably thought it was amused, he propped his chin with his fingers, suddenly smiled slyly, and said with a smile: "If you can turn off the recording of the mobile phone in your pocket, I will tell you, okay?"

Wen Run trembled all over, and looked at him in astonishment.

You He winked at him.

Wen Run took a deep breath, took out the mobile phone in his pocket, turned off the recording function in front of You He, threw the mobile phone aside casually, and said coldly: "Can you talk?"

You He was probably tired, leaning his back on the tombstone, raised his hand to caress his lips, and said doubtfully, "Let me think about it, where should I start?"

You He flicked up a five-cent coin in his hand. What he was holding was a plum-blossom copper coin that had been replaced for many years, and the sound when it flicked was particularly crisp.

The plum-blossom coin rose rapidly, then fell quickly, and was pressed by You He on the back of his hand. He said lightly: "Actually, I flipped a coin before doing this. If it is heads, then I will do it." ; if it is tails, then I give up."

As he spoke, his warm brows suddenly frowned slightly.

There is no loophole in this sentence at all. Even if it is a real recording, there is no way to prove that the "thing" he said refers to killing Wen Ze in front of the police.

"It's a pity." You He showed a pitiful expression on his face, "It's positive, it seems that God can't see it."

Wen Run's voice was trembling: "You just rely on the coin to decide whether you want to kill my brother?"

Can the life and death of a person be so easily determined by just the front and back of a coin?

You He was very vigilant, but still didn't answer this question, he squinted his eyes and smiled.

He had been clutching the coin on the back of his hand, and at this moment he leaned in front of Wen Run gently, and said in a low voice, "I just made a decision, should I also..."

Wen Run was startled.

The relaxed expression on Youhe's face has disappeared for some time. He is still smiling, but his eyes are crooked, but the eyes are so cold that there is no warmth in them. Just looking at his eyes, it is as if he is facing each other alone in the wild. A bloodthirsty beast.

You He's immature voice was soft and clear, and he said softly, "Heads means killing, tails means not killing. Guess, this coin is head and tail?"

Wen Run looked at him in horror, and took a few steps back in disbelief.

You He smiled emotionlessly, while slowly removing the hand covering the back of his hand, revealing the coin.

is against.

You He gave a disappointed "tsk", put the coin back, raised his hand and stretched: "Oh, it's not fun."

After finishing speaking, he no longer cared about the warmth covered in cold sweat, and left lazily.

Director Zhao watched the performance of the two people beside the monitor, exchanged glances with Zhong Xi who was on the side, and shook their heads one after another.

The people on the side were all shocked. They didn't expect that the two acting skills would be so tense, but only Director Zhao and Zhong Xi could see that Li Xin was overwhelmed.

Li Xin's anger at the beginning was real, it was his feelings towards Meng Handeng, but because it didn't affect the plot, Director Zhao ignored it, until later when Lin Beici started tossing coins, Li Xin obviously didn't stop it Feelings, personal emotions still exist, but they are hidden under his perfect acting skills. Although it is not a serious problem, but he meets Lin Beici, who is called a monster.

Before Zhong Xi was still worried that Lin Beici didn't understand empathy and would ruin You He's very important role, but it turned out that he was wrong.

Lin Beici doesn't know how to empathize, but his ability to imitate is too strong. Just through the few lines of plot and character creation in the script, he has already regarded the role of You He as a real person. Learning, even the micro-expression is very in line with You He's personality.

Zhong Xi looked at Lin Beici on the monitor, frowning, not knowing for a while whether it was good or not.

After Director Zhao yelled "cut", Lin Beici immediately left his role and showed a triumphant smile at Zhong Xi.

In the scene, Li Xin, who obviously felt that he was being suppressed, looked even more ugly. He had always thought that Meng Handeng was inferior to him in everything, and had nothing but a face. It was not until the only rival scene that he realized that he was How ridiculous is the idea.

Such a person, once he has no emotions, how can he be honest in his hands.

Wen Run's role ended here, and the crew celebrated for him half-truthfully, and he reluctantly smiled and thanked them one by one, a little out of his mind.

Lin Beici was in good condition, and Director Zhao took the opportunity to shoot a few scenes with Yang Yun after he became black, and praised him again and again with great satisfaction.

Today's scene was filmed quickly, Lin Beici took off his makeup in the dressing room, pulled Zhong Xi's sleeves and shouted: "I want to drink milk tea, you promised me that if I perform well, I will be allowed to drink it."

Zhong Xi had already removed his make-up, and was frowning to help Lin Bei quit the game materials, but was slapped away by his sleeves: "I just said to think about it, I didn't say that you were allowed to drink, don't you know how fat you are? "

Lin Beici pursed his lips, and looked up at the young lady who was removing her makeup: "Am I really fat?"

The young lady looked at Zhong Xi with a face full of shock, thinking that this person might be blind, she hurriedly said: "How is it possible? You are already very thin, you should eat more."

Lin Beici shouted to Zhong Xi: "Listen! This is the voice of the masses!"

Zhong Xi: "..."

The little sister couldn't help but hold back her laughter.

Zhong Xi rubbed the center of his brows helplessly, Lin Beici saw that he had created another rare material with sharp eyes, he poked it quickly, and said, "This one needs sixteen, and I will do it again."

Zhong Xi could only frown and continue brushing him.

Lin Beici began to hum again: "I'm not fat, I'm not fat at all."

Zhong Xi was so quarreled by him that he didn't raise his head and said, "You can eat as much as you want, but you can't eat junk food."

Lin Beici asked the young lady again: "Does milk tea belong to junk food?"

The young lady was full of righteousness: "Milk tea is an indispensable source of energy for human beings!"

Lin Beici: "Look! This is the cry from the masses!"

The little sister couldn't help it anymore, and laughed hahaha.

Zhong Xi was completely convinced: "Drink, drink it after removing your makeup, but at night you have to do a hundred sit-ups before you can sleep."

Lin Beici immediately gave him an "ok" gesture, still dubbing: "biubiubiu!"

The little sister was so cute that his blood tank was empty.

Lin Beici fulfilled his wish to drink the energy-milk tea, and he ate two portions for dinner. He was afraid that Zhong Xi would say that he was fat, so he returned to the hotel and jumped on tiptoe several times to prove that he was very light.

Zhong Xi ignored him and let him play the game for more than an hour. Seeing that the time was almost up, he rolled up his sleeves to reveal his well-defined forearms, and said calmly, "One hundred sit-ups, come on."

Lin Beici had a very strong backbone, he did what he said, he threw the phone aside, and said with pride: "Come on!"

Zhong Xi pressed his calf and counted for him.

"One, two..."

After a while, Lin Beici lay down on the bed, panting, "I can't, I really can't!"

Zhong Xi was ruthless: "There are only 27, continue."

Lin Beici tried his best to make a few more, but he couldn't get up anymore. Panting heavily, he said intermittently: "It's, it's a hundred, I think I have, all the dinner I ate at night After digesting and digesting, let's go to have supper, let's..."

Zhong Xi: "35, half of them have not arrived, continue."

Lin Beici: "No! I really can't do it!"

Zhong Xi: "Why don't you say you can't do it when you drink milk tea? Oh, and drink a big cup."

Lin Beici was caught by his calf and couldn't run, he said sadly: "Let me go, I won't dare to do it again next time, I really can't do it anymore, brother, brother!"

Zhong Xi's cold face was like the king of hell: "No, continue, you can't sleep until you finish."

Lin Beici: "Ah, ah, help!"

Wen Yujing, who was passing by for supper, stood outside the door and listened for a while, "tsk tsk tsk" all the time.

Tsk, that's intense.