There is no domineering side leak today [Entertainment]

Hai Tu became obsessed with a certain game recently, and devoted all his time except sleeping and eating, and put aside all the scripts he sent over, so he didn't have time to read them.

This day was also the same, after eating dinner to dry his mouth and say goodbye to Qi Qian, Hai Tu was ready to run upstairs.

"stop"

Hai Tu hadn't been attacked in this period of time, and after hearing it, he rushed forward two steps before realizing that he was calling himself.

He stopped in his tracks, using his limited brain to recall what he didn't do well.

Seems like there was no farewell kiss?There seems to be such a paragraph on TV where couples separate.

Hai Tu, who consciously figured it out, turned around and walked back, kissed Qi Qian on the face with a slap, and imitated the lines he had read before and said, "Honey, can I go up?"

Qi Qian wiped the saliva off his face, expressionless: "What are you doing up there?"

"Playing games, my teammates are waiting for me!" Hai Tu was a little impatient. He made an appointment with someone to go online at [-] o'clock yesterday, and now the time has passed.

Qi Qian asked: "Then what about your script, how many copies have you read?"

Hai Tu na na can't tell.

His interests are all temporary, and now he likes to play games, but he can't read the script at all, even if he barely reads it, he can't remember it.

The people at the dinner table stood up, with pressure that Haitu hadn't felt for a long time, and asked him, "Who said he liked filming the most?"

"I"

"What about you now? Have you considered your future plans?" Qi Qian walked over and stroked his hair: "Bao An said he wanted to arrange a magazine cover for you, but you pushed him."

"Um……"

"why?"

Hai Tu lowered his head and didn't speak, why?Because of hypocrisy.

He became famous too fast, but in just two months, he hadn't suffered much before. Even if he was suppressed by someone in the last film crew, he was actually wronged for a day or two, and Bao An did his best for the rest of the time protect.

Not to mention after he became popular, the director coaxed him in the crew, and the others held him. After Qi Qian was with him, he was able to respond to every request. Fans on Weibo expressed their love for a photo of him, and all the indexes All the way up, all of these made Hai Tu float up quickly.

It gave him the illusion that he could be popular for a lifetime.

As for magazines, endorsements, etc., I felt that shooting magazines is not a good thing because I heard a few comments from the outside world, such as "these are all fans' blood" and "the sales of magazines are only boasted if there are no achievements". When Bao An came to mention it, He declined without hesitation.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qi Qian showed disappointment on his face, he was silent for a long time, and asked: "Do you still like filming now?"

Hai Tu nodded.

"Compared to before?"

Hai Tu looked down at her toes, and after a while, she whispered, "I liked it more before."

"Just like a child, 3 minutes of heat, if you don't want it, then you don't want it."

Qi Qian sighed, a little disappointed: "Forget it, you go and play, don't go to bed too late."

"Oh." Hai Tu responded, but didn't go up. He felt that Qi Qian was not in a good mood right now, and he didn't dare to move.

If he doesn't leave, Qi Qian doesn't plan to keep it any longer: "I still have something to do, so I'll go get busy first."

After speaking, he rubbed Hai Tu's hair again, and walked around him.

Hai Tu was in a strange mood, a little uncomfortable and a little flustered, and a little bit wronged, he only played for two days, why should he say that?

After Qi Qian left, the house was extremely quiet.Hai Tu didn't intend to stand below like an idiot, seeing that it was past seven o'clock, he hurriedly turned around and went upstairs.

The computer in the room was still on, and the voice of the conductor could be heard from the stereo from time to time. Hai Tu walked over and saw many people leaving messages urging him to go online quickly.

He replied one by one. After finishing the work, he moved the mouse to the game icon and clicked twice. While waiting for the game to start, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the script he had put aside.

I don't know why I remembered Qi Qian's expression when he left again. Is he so disappointing?

If he didn't notice it, he could ignore it completely. After he noticed it, the script would always dangle in front of his eyes.

Hai Tu, who couldn't bear this kind of torture, said goodbye to his teammates after playing two games, turned off the computer and read the script next to it.

The script in his hand is called "The Immortal in the Painting", which is the fairy tale drama that Bao An brought over. Hai Tu read two pages the day before yesterday and marked it on the paper.

Although he was determined to read the script carefully, the people who had been idle for several days couldn't calm down at all. After reading a page, they turned to look at the computer, and then unconsciously typed twice on the keyboard.

When Hai Tu reads the script, she is used to scanning it all first, and then simulates the scene in her head. After the scene is established, she reads the lines from the beginning and memorizes them by heart.

But this time it was different. After he finished watching it, he tried to think about the scene at that time, but found that his mind was blank, and he couldn't even remember a sentence of description.

This alone was fine, but after thinking about it for a while, he actually remembered the scene in the previous dungeon.

Hai Tu slapped the script on his face, groaned in pain, lay down on the bed and rolled around twice to rest, then got up strong and continued to read.

When Hai Tu came in, Qi Qian was having a video conference to discuss whether the next branch of a chip production subsidiary of the group should be built in Southeast Asia or East Africa.

"According to the preferential measures given by the local government, it is obviously more cost-effective to build factories in East Africa."

"But the situation over there is not stable."

"Southeast Asia is not friendly to Chinese businessmen, not to mention that the company is established in the park and has the protection force of the government."

"Go over there to build a chip field, have you considered the issue of transportation?"

Several people held their own opinions and presented arguments before speaking, but in the end no one could convince anyone. Qi Qian wrote and drew on paper while listening to their quarrel.The whole process only asked a few words.

Finally, he spoke, putting an end to the video conference: "Okay, let's do this first, and then send a team to visit the two places."

After hanging up the communication, Qi Qian turned his eyes to Hai Tu, and the child read a script silently, looking quite serious.

Qi Qian's study room is especially suitable for reading things. After arriving here, the messy things in Haitu's mind finally disappeared. He read the script again from the beginning, and felt that the scene outlined at the beginning was really beautiful.

After watching for too long, Hai Tu was about to stretch his neck, and when he looked up, he saw the bottle of milk on the coffee table in front of him.

Qi Qian sat next to him with a book in his hand.He seemed to feel Hai Tu's eyes, and said, "Drink the milk and have a rest."

Hai Tu picked up the cup and peeked at him, trying to make sure he was still angry.

"Is it hot? I let someone let it go for a while."

Hai Tu lowered his head and took a sip, saying it was not hot: "Are you still angry?"

"Huh?" Qi Qian put down the book to look at him, Haitu felt a little nervous for no reason, so he lowered his head and took another sip of milk.

"Don't be angry." Qi Qian sat down a little closer to him: "Did I scare you before?"

"It's...it's okay, and I didn't scare you." Hai Tu moved a little further in the middle, and put Qi Qian's legs next to each other: "That's right, getting angry is not good for your health."

He couldn't help muttering: "Look, many diseases are caused by anger. I cured your disease. If you get angry again, will you be sorry for my painstaking efforts?"

Qi Qian was very happy: "Okay, I won't be angry with you in the future."

He took out a handkerchief and wiped off the beard around Haitu's mouth: "Just be good."

"Why am I being misbehaving?" The one who raised his nose was talking about someone like Hai Tu. Seeing Qi Qian's attitude improved, he took the opportunity to vent his previous dissatisfaction: "I've only been playing games for a few days... well no A few days, it’s just a dozen days of playing games! You don’t like me, what did you agree to give me at that time?”

"I'm in a hurry, so I apologize to you." Qi Qian stretched out a hand and passed his thumb across his eyes: "You stay up late every day, I'm a little worried."

"Well, I won't stay up late anymore, and we won't be angry." Hai Tu grabbed the hands on his face, got up and pouted, "Come on for a kiss!"

So Qi Qian bowed his head and kissed him.

After the kiss, Hai Tu began to play hache. He stayed up late every day for the past few days, and his body was already exhausted. Only because he is a half-finished fairy can he maintain a radiant face.

"Go to sleep." Qi Qian took the script away from his hand: "Just wake up tomorrow and read it."

Haitu was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He stood up unsteadily and gestured casually: "Okay, good night, you go to bed early too."

In the next few days, Hai Tu seemed to have forgotten about the game, and spent all day at home reading the script.

In fact, it's not all forgotten. After watching it for two days, Hai Tu got bored, so he played the game again. But because he hadn't played for a few days, he was separated from other people's level, and was killed when he walked casually.

Hai Tu has no tendency to be masochistic, and her love for games has dropped instantly.

He reads books very fast, and he read almost the same script in a week, and finally found that "The Immortal in the Picture" was more to his taste, and the others were either not too boring or not too profound.

After confirming it, Haiyu called Bao An.

Bao An's subordinates signed another entertainer with great potential. He just graduated from college and two days ago tried to be the male number four of a family sitcom.

Hearing Haitu's decision, Bao An was quite surprised. After all, he knew what he had taken. It can be said that it is not at the same level as Haitu's book.

"We can fight for the second male lead in this drama." Bao An said, "But the schedule of this drama is not tight, are you not interested in anything else?"

Hai Tu held her chin and said no.

"Okay, I'll talk about that. There's one more thing, Qiu Yu wants to ask you to shoot a magazine cover, see if you're free." Afraid that Hai Tu would refuse, Bao An added: "This company is the same as last time." That one is different, this one is much more influential, and shooting a magazine is also good for you, and soon the online dramas are almost over."

Hai Tu thought for a moment: "Okay then."

When Qi Qian came back at night, he saw Hai Tu waiting at the door, looking at him with bright eyes, as if begging for praise.

Qi Qian pretended not to know, and it was useless to talk to him about some things.

Hai Tu is not a person who can hold back, so after saying a few words, he forcibly changed the topic to this. "I took a job today!"

"Really? What job?"

"Shooting a magazine!" Hai Tu clearly remembered that it was because he pushed the magazine before that Qi Qian was disappointed. This time he agreed, he must be very happy.

It's a pity that the expression on Qi Qian's face was not very rich, and he just smiled when he heard the words: "That's awesome."

"Hey." Hai Tu cocked his tail when he was praised, pretending to be modest but showing off, "Brother Bao said that the cover fee is not much, only 5000 yuan, but he said that many others only gave 3000 yuan."

For any achievement of the child, Qi Qian is not stingy to encourage: "It is very good."

"It's so-so." Hai Tu waved his hand, then suddenly stretched out his head and asked, "But Brother Bao said that he should take good care of his skin in the past few days. I looked at it and found it to be very good, don't you think so?"

Qi Qian looked at him, and suddenly hooked his hand to the back of his neck, pulled him closer, and lightly bit his lips: "It's good."