I swept the entertainment circle with the medicine pot

"Cough." Xuan Mingcheng coughed twice, the hand felt so good that he just squeezed it, and said without paying attention, "I said that if you are in the crew later, someone will give you a look, don't bear it. Call me, do you have the number? ?”

After the last accident, Xuan Mingcheng released Yao Wangyou's mobile phone number from the blacklist, but his mobile phone rang countless times during his time at the company, but none of the screens displayed "stinky medicine jar" .

Slightly upset.

Yao Wangyou covered his face and looked at him, seeing Xuan Mingcheng kept glancing out of the window, turned his head to meet his gaze: "Who are you talking to?"

Qin Zi silently covered his forehead.

After Xuan Mingcheng finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, and quickly changed the subject, pointing to the small box in Yao Wangyou's hand.

"Hey, what are you wearing here?"

The box was requested by Yao Wangyou to Xuan Mingcheng two days ago. Xuan Mingcheng was a little busy at the time and didn't ask in detail, but now he is a little curious.Moreover, the way the medicine jar rubbed his face and stared at him really couldn't be watched for too long, otherwise he probably couldn't help but want to pinch it with his hands.

Yao Wangyou listened to his question, but she was very generous, she stretched out her hand to undo the buckle on the side of the box, and revealed all the things inside.

Xuan Mingcheng looked left and right for a while, and found that the box was full of small bottles and cans, which were almost the same as the ointment jars that Yao Wangyou used for his massage that day. He lowered his head and smelled it, and it really smelled like medicinal herbs. , then guessed: "Is it the ointment from that day?"

"Yeah, but there are other ointments, and some sore medicines." Yao Wangyou nodded and said.

Xuan Mingcheng shrugged and said, "Is the hemostatic patch the same?"

"Hemostatic plaster?" Yao Wangyou blinked, feeling that the name was a bit novel, could it be similar to dog skin plaster, and asked, "What is that?"

Xuan Mingcheng asked Qin Zi to take out a box of X Nanbaiyao hemostatic stickers from the small medicine box in the car, took out a piece and tore it open, handed the medicine to Wangyou and said, "Here, that's it. When you are in class, you can stop the bleeding by sticking it on."

Yao Wangyou took it, and smelled a smell of medicinal materials. He lowered his head and sniffed, and said, "I added Panax notoginseng and Aconitum grass, and some other medicinal materials. They are all good things." He said, Sticking the hemostatic patch on the back of his hand, he exclaimed, "It's so convenient."

Turning his head, he saw Xuan Mingcheng holding a box of hemostatic stickers and looking at him in shock.

What is Xuan Mingcheng surprised at?

On the box in his hand was printed a simplified version of the instructions, and in the column of "ingredients", there were no medicinal materials, but it was written "National secret recipe, not to be published".

"What's wrong?" Yao Wangyou leaned over and huddled with Xuan Mingcheng to read the manual.

Xuan Mingcheng lowered his head and only saw the back of Yao Wangyou's head sticking to his chest. Only then did he realize that Yao Wangyou's hair was actually quite soft, just like himself...

"Secret recipe." Yao Wangyou sat up straight, scratched his head, and said to Xuan Mingcheng, "I can only smell the ingredients of Sanqi and Aconitum aconitum, which are not that powerful. "

Xuan Mingcheng blinked, and said "Ah" with erratic eyes, glanced at a small cloth bag in the box, and asked, "What is this?"

"Needle." The word Yao Wangyou made Xuan Mingcheng retract his outstretched hand, and he looked at Yao Wangyou in shock: "Aren't you a Chinese medicine doctor, you know how to give injections?"

"Huh?" Yao Wangyou was a little confused, took out the cloth bag and spread it out, and it was filled with silver needles of different sizes, sizes, thicknesses, and lengths, shining brightly, one by one threaded together side by side.

Xuan Mingcheng was startled when he saw it, he shrank into a corner, staring at Yao Wangyou warily: "Who are you going to stab?"

"Who won't you stab?" Yao Wangyou scratched his chin, wondering if he was that scary.

Xuan Mingcheng let out an "oh", relaxed a little, reached out and pinched a silver needle, looked at the sunlight coming in from the car window, clicked twice, turned his head and said to Yao Wangyou: "Pharmaceutical jar, When you give the needle, is it the same as in the TV series, where you stab someone's back?"

Yao Wangyou could understand the word "television drama", because this time he was going to follow the crew of "Xuantian Dao". In order to prevent Yao Wangyou from being confused while there, Xuan Mingcheng had a briefing with him a few days in advance. Science a bit.

He thought for a while, and said: "I don't know how fast the needle is in that drama, but my words...it should be okay, after all, I have practiced since I was a child."

You can't talk too much, or you will lose face when the time comes.This is a truth that Yao Wangyou's master taught him a long time ago.

"Admit it if you are great." Xuan Mingcheng said nonchalantly, this medicine jar is obviously very good in medicine, but he still underestimates himself.

Yao Wangyou glanced at him: "You haven't seen me practice medicine, how do you know if I'm serious or not?"

"This..." Xuan Mingcheng was tongue-tied and scratched his head for a while, "Then you are very good at stewing medicinal food and massage."

Yao Wangyou smiled slightly, and said, "President Xuan still praises people."

Why do you call it so famous... Xuan Mingcheng complained in his heart, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong, staring at Yao Wangyou and said: "What do you mean I can also praise people?"

"Don't you always only praise yourself?" Yao Wangyou said casually as he rolled up the needle in his hand and put it in the small medicine box.

Xuan Mingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and slowly turned his head to stare at the front.Qin Zi froze, his back was pressed against the passenger seat, his hands were on his knees, and he was sweating.

I got caught talking bad about the president!

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"Well, don't go in for a while." Yao Wangyou suddenly said to Xuan Mingcheng.

Xuan Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, feeling inexplicably angry, what does this medicine jar mean?Dislike yourself?

Looking at his expression, Yao Wangyou knew that the narcissist had started to fall ill again, and explained: "It's either that I dislike you, or that I want to go there for a while by myself, and it's too obvious that I don't want to be taken care of by others..."

"Who's looking for someone to take care of you?" Xuan Mingcheng raised his chin and said with a guilty conscience, "I'm very busy, how can I have time to call the director and ask him to take care of you..."

Qin Zi: ...

Before the meeting that day, who repeatedly told the director on the phone not to let Yao Wangyou be bullied...

"Okay, okay, you don't." Yao Wangyou sighed, and said, "But if you make it so flamboyant, wouldn't everyone know that the newcomer... the nutritionist has something to do with their superiors? "

Xuan Mingcheng curled his lips, thinking that this medicine jar is so disgusting and has a relationship with him?The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he reached out and patted the back of the front seat, and said to the driver, "Stop."

The car stopped on the side of the road, Xuan Mingcheng glared at Yao Wangyou, and said, "Get out of the car! Don't you just go by yourself, it's just ahead."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking, took out his mobile phone and opened the mailbox, looked at today's mail, and gritted his teeth looking at the red dots all over the screen: These guys are getting less and less serious about their work...

In Tianxing Group, the employees raised their heads and looked at the ceiling in unison: Is the heater broken? Why is it suddenly so cold...

Yao Wangyou briskly put away the small medicine box, and really just opened the door and got out of the car.Qin Zi glanced at the rearview mirror secretly, then turned his head like lightning, staring straight at the void in front of him.

Mr. Xuan's face is so black, it's completely black.

Seeing Yao Wangyou walking across the road to the crew in a relaxed mood, Xuan Mingcheng was so angry that his fingers clasped the back of the chair, and his nails scraped on the leather making a rattling sound.

Qin Zi gritted his teeth, with a stiff expression, and reached out to pat the driver who also had stiff limbs, "Drive, drive."

Yao Wangyou carried a small box and walked to the shed where the crew was located, craned his neck to look around, and opened his mouth in surprise.

Several strong men are running with a black "cannon barrel" with a piece of glass, and a man with a trumpet is directing a group of people to carry all kinds of clothes, as well as long swords, long knives, etc. Yes, delivered to a bunch of waiting people.Some small sheds were also set up in the shed, and there were several men and women who were dressed a level higher than the others, and all of them had long hair on their heads.

Yao Wangyou looked at it, and couldn't help but patted his head, somewhat missing his long hair before.

Those men and women are very good-looking, and there are several brushes or pens next to each of them, patting and drawing on their faces, and as those people's fingers fly up and down, those men and women They also become more pleasing to the eye.

Yao Wangyou recalled the book Xuan Mingcheng gave him two days ago, these people... seem to be makeup artists.

In the era he lived in, girls would paint and paint, but in comparison, people in this era painted better.Yao Wangyou rubbed his chin, looked left and right, and walked in without knowing it.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" Seeing Yao Wangyou coming in with a suitcase, a bodyguard stood in front of him solemnly, but he was still a little polite, because the person in front of him was no matter in terms of clothes or temperament. , it is impossible to admit the wrong way or want to show courteous extras.

Yao Wangyou looked up at the 1.9-meter-five bodyguard, blinked, and said, "Luo Ziyu."