The Last Shot [Entertainment]

At this time, Tian Jing is more grateful for his weight and professionalism. After cleaning Sheng Zhaoliang, changing his clothes and moving him to the bed, the whole process was much easier than shooting a sports scene. It was still after his two days of intense fitness. In the case of body aches.

Tian Jing fed Sheng Zhaoliang some hangover medicine bought on the way, covered the quilt, and checked the temperature of his forehead.

Sheng Zhaoliang kept furrowing his brows slightly, not knowing whether it was because of his physical exhaustion or his unresolved emotions.Tian Jing stared at his unexpectedly soft face sunk in the pillow.

He has never seen Sheng Zhaoliang in a weak state, let alone in a state of embarrassment. Sheng Zhaoliang is outstanding, but in fact, in Tian Jing's eyes, he has been moving forward firmly along the track. Even he, a bystander, can hardly imagine Sheng Zhaoliang. Derailed on the galloping road.

That was horrible.

It was Sheng Zhaoliang who gave him his dream, Sheng Zhaoliang was his star, and he was unwilling to see that star fall no matter what.

Tian Jing left the room.

He took the mobile phone and turned to the text messages sent by Yu Su during the day, hesitated for a while, and dialed them.

Yu Su's assistant, Xiao Miao, answered the call, saying that Yu Su was filming a night scene and would return to him when he was free. Xiao Miao still thought that anyone who disturbed Yu Su was annoying, and her tone was perfunctory, but they were assistants. Yes, if you can help the artist answer the phone, it must be that there is a note on the phone display, not an unfamiliar number. In this way, Yu Su should have saved his number, but maybe it is not Tian Jing’s name, so Xiao Miao didn’t recognize it. out of him.

Tian Jing changed his mind temporarily, but it was the first time he did this kind of thing, he was a little flustered, which made the tone of the troubled person more realistic: "Then the time for him to play is not accurate, and my business is a bit urgent."

"There's no other way. If the director doesn't let the play go, our house won't be free for Yu Su."

"Miss Miao, do you think this is okay?" Tian Jing called out Xiao Miao's last name on purpose, pretending to be familiar, "I called Mr. Yu just to ask for a phone number. He had a purchase in our store before, um, There was a problem with the card that was swiped at that time. Now that the problem is solved, the account can be paid normally, but the cardholder is Mr. Dong Yanan. We need to check the phone number of Mr. Dong Yanan. You only need to report the phone number to me, otherwise you will wait I have to bother Mr. Yu later, I'm really sorry to bother you so late, the main reason is that I have to pay the bill tomorrow morning, otherwise, I might lose my job."

As Yu Su's personal assistant, even if he doesn't know the relationship between Dong Yanan and Yu Su, he should know about Dong Yanan.

After Tian Jing said the rhetoric that he had rehearsed twice in his head, his heart beat faster, and the other end of the phone was quiet for a moment.

"Okay then, I'll find it for you."

Tian Jing breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, Xiao Miao reported the number. Tian Jing wrote it down and thanked him repeatedly. Xiao Miao found him annoying and hung up the phone quickly.

Tian Jing looked at the phone number in his hand, and had a vague idea in his heart, but he felt that he might have read too many scripts and it was unrealistic. It might be even worse to alarm Yu Su for such a plan that he hadn't thought of yet. I can pray that Xiao Miao did not report the contents of the phone call to Yu Su truthfully.

Sheng Zhaoliang's fever subsided in the middle of the night, Tian Jing changed the last towel for him, and was already too sleepy to keep his eyes open, so he fell asleep leaning on the carpet in front of Yu Su's bed.

When Tian Jing woke up the next day, he found himself covered with a cup and a pillow under his head, and Sheng Zhaoliang's bed was empty.

Tian Jing ran out of the room in a hurry and saw Sheng Zhaoliang standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

When Sheng Zhaoliang heard the movement, he looked back, his complexion improved a lot, but he was still morbidly pale.

"You..." Tian Jing glanced at the cigarette in Sheng Zhaoliang's hand.

"Oh." Sheng Zhaoliang seemed to have just reacted, "I started smoking recently."

Sheng Zhaoliang didn't smoke before. Although almost 100% of the behind-the-scenes industry in this industry is smokers. any drug effects.

Well, what affected Sheng Zhaoliang at this time should not be about creation.

"I feel a little embarrassed, if you see it." Sheng Zhaoliang tapped his cigarette on the rim of the glass, "But you saw me like that last night, so these details don't matter."

Sheng Zhaoliang stared down at the cigarette butt, which was slowly burning, and a new piece of ash broke off and fell into the cup.

"Sheng Zhaoliang, aren't we, aren't we lovers?"

Sheng Zhaoliang raised his face, his pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, those once radiant and confident eyes just looked at Tian Jing lifelessly.

"I said that I would do anything for you, and it's not just a nice word." Tian Jing pulled up his pants a little nervously, took a few steps forward, and stood very close to Sheng Zhaoliang.

"I..." Sheng Zhaoliang smiled, "I was worried that I would lose face in front of you. I didn't think so before, but now I really like that you look at me like you look at an idol."

"That's your fault." Tian Jing said.

Sheng Zhaoliang was slightly surprised.

"I'm also greedy." Tian Jing gently took Sheng Zhaoliang's hand, "I used to think that just looking at you was enough, but now I want to meet you, talk to you, and do intimate things with you. Your dream can only be seen on the screen, and now I also want to go behind the screen, no matter how much, as long as you allow, I also want to contribute my strength."

Tian Jing raised his head, his eyes were pure but somewhat compelling.

"Do you allow it?"

Sheng Zhaoliang loosened his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground. He raised his arms to hug Tian Jing, and pressed him into his arms.

There was a novel light released from Tian Jing's body that made him feel pleasantly surprised. That person no longer curled up in the corner, but came to him with a posture that he couldn't refuse, a kind of charming and handsome.

Maybe it only works for me, Sheng Zhaoliang thought, this kind of charm probably only works for me.

Don't let other people see it.

Sheng Zhaoliang's creative preparations for the film about human trafficking are almost complete. There are finished scripts, multiple plans for location selection, and even interested actors. Sheng Zhaoliang spent his own money to shoot a high-concentration leading short film with an independent plot. The quality of the short film is very good. As long as it is put on the Internet to create momentum, the response will definitely be good. Even the pre-promotion is done, but even with the name of his talented new director , coupled with a mature plan, but still can not attract investment.

And this movie is not just a matter of production cost, otherwise Sheng Zhaoliang can get it done by spending his savings or selling the house. The most important thing is to go through the review. Whether the finished film can see the light is a problem. Sheng Zhaoliang's foundation is too shallow. The trumpet sounded, and some small and medium-sized companies would not accept Sheng Zhaoliang's new project for fear of his face. In addition, there were Dong Yanan's hands and feet.

"It was only after I had dinner with Yang Shengqi yesterday that I found out about this person."

Sheng Zhaoliang and Tian Jing sat on the carpet in the living room, the materials of the movie were spread out on the floor, Sheng Zhaoliang leaned back while talking, speaking unnaturally.

"This guy has something to do with Yu Su."

Tian Jing lowered his head and read the script fascinated: "Well, I know this."

"you know?"

It was only then that Tian Jing realized that he had slipped the tongue, and faltered to make up for it: "Well, I heard something from Xiaobai, and he happened to know that person."

Sheng Zhaoliang looked at him: "But why did you mention this to Bai Ai?"

Tian Jing didn't know whether to show Sheng Zhaoliang the text message sent by Yu Su at this time. He admitted that he had selfish intentions. It proves that he can't contact Sheng Zhaoliang, and this is probably Sheng Zhaoliang deliberately avoiding, let the rival and lover work together to solve the trouble?He doesn't seem to be that magnanimous, but what if the trouble Dong Yanan brings is really a destruction?What if the only one who can help Sheng Zhaoliang is Yu Su?Then will his selfishness at this moment really become his own?

Tian Jing looked at the mobile phone on the table, hesitating, but heard Sheng Zhaoliang ask in a probing tone.

"You worried about me, so you went to investigate?"

Tian Jing quickly waved his hand: "No, I don't."

Sheng Zhaoliang looked at him for a while, but smiled.

"It's okay, I'm not angry." Sheng Zhaoliang raised his eyebrows, "Now, if you really become a rapist stalker, I'm not angry, just treat me like a fool."

Tian Jing didn't expect to be molested, and it didn't sound like a good thing.

Sheng Zhaoliang also seemed to be slightly ashamed of what he said, cleared his throat, and took the script at hand: "Why don't we try to make a draft of the storyboard first..."

Tian Jing blushed, and glanced at the phone again, the luck in his heart finally prevailed.

Wait, just once, I'll be selfish this time.