On the Routine of President Wen

As soon as they walked into the set, they heard a burst of noise. Fu Yihuan and Wang Meng walked to the end of the crowd, and they could barely see a man in the middle arguing with the screenwriter and producer.

Judging from the man's sour, mean, tricky and domineering look and his straightforward attitude of seeking an explanation, Fan Jian's deity is undoubtedly.

"Fan Jian, six years ago, the same group as you signed into the awesome performing arts company. Your acting skills are mediocre, and you are shameless. I am especially jealous of you who have talents and opportunities at the same time. You listened to slander and did everything you can to get a higher position. I once secretly colluded with you." His sworn enemy designed to frame you.One of the many lovers who became the boss of the Niubi Acting Company two years ago, he often bullied others and got the role based on his relationship background. 』

Wang Meng on the side had already silently removed the plastic wrap covering the watermelon, took out an iron spoon, and put the watermelon into his mouth one bite after another.Seeing Fu Yihuan looking at him, Wang Meng got another spoon out of nowhere and handed it to him: "Here, my sister washed it with mineral water just after getting off the car, it's clean, let's eat together."

These ladies are interesting enough!

Taking the spoon, Fu Yihuan dug a large piece of watermelon from the big watermelon in front of him, stuffed his mouth full, nodded in satisfaction while chewing, and gave Wang Meng a thumbs up: "It's so sweet!"

"That's right, people in this circle eat melons most often. If you eat too many melons, you will naturally have experience in provoking melons." Wang Meng said with a smile.

The two people here were eating melons to discuss their experience in eating melons. Over there, Fan Jian saw more and more people surrounding him, and his voice became louder and louder: "What do you mean? Change the script casually, Delaying people and delaying things, do you have any professional ethics? What about the trust between people? Be eaten by dogs!"

Hearing the word "trust" jumped out of Fan Jian's mouth, Fu Yihuan sneered, and watermelon juice spurted out of his mouth. Fortunately, he turned his head away in time, otherwise it would have ruined most of the situation. a watermelon.

In fact, Fan Jian was quite pretty in appearance, and it was said that he had a sarcastic look earlier, purely because of the filters that Fu Yihuan automatically put on because of his contempt for his various behaviors.

This guy is really shameless, I don't want to think about what dirty things I have done, the two sacred words of "trust" are too embarrassing for Xiao Wangwang to eat them, so he just swallowed "trust" shamelessly After eating, I still have the nerve to stand in full view and flirt with others confidently.

Fu Yihuan coughed and despised Fan Jian in his heart. Wang Meng glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to watch Fan Jian's tongue-in-cheek battle with the screenwriter and producer.

The screenwriter is a little girl wearing thick black-rimmed glasses. She looks weak and weak, and she seems to be out of breath. Facing Fan Jian's stern questioning, she looks very nervous. She pushed her glasses and blushed. : "The drama... the script is not changed casually, this... this is the most original plot development..."

"Why?! Who gave you the right to change the script blindly? What about the director? I want to see the director!" When things have developed to this point, Fan Jian obviously intends to break the pot, so he has to ask for an explanation. Get the show back.

Fu Yihuan scanned the set, but he did not see Lin Runsheng. He didn't know if he had something to do and he hadn't been there, or he heard the wind and didn't plan to show up at all.

The producer stepped forward, patted Fan Jian on the shoulder, and signaled him to calm down: "Xiao Fan, this matter is an order from the investor, and we all work according to the order, you can understand it right? ?”

"No!" Fan Jian didn't intend to stop at all, he shook off the producer's hand, pointed at the screenwriter and continued, "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, I also stuffed it from above, so you are not afraid to offend me." People? The original script was changed because it was Tuo Xiang, a good new script, do you still want to return to Xiang’s true colors? Do you have long eyes, you guys?!"

After hearing Fan Jian's words, Fu Yihuan saw sharply that the editor's face was gradually darkening. When he said a lot in one breath and finally stopped to take a rest to catch his breath, the screenwriter very gracefully lifted the script in hand to the sky. One toss.

In the sky full of white papers, she casually took off the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and patted them in the arms of a makeup artist beside her. When the makeup artist subconsciously caught the glasses, the screenwriter kicked them up, straight He kicked straight at Fan Jian, and kicked Fan Jian to the ground quickly and ruthlessly.

Immediately afterwards, the screenwriter took advantage of Fan Jian's collapse on the ground and completely stunned, stepped on his chest, leaned down and squinted at him, and said with a fake smile: "Shit is shit, how elegant are you? Well, you’re afraid you didn’t grow up eating shit, right? It’s not enough to be blinded by shit, and your mouth also smells like shit!”

This one was beyond Fu Yihuan's expectation, it's the big drama of the year!

Unexpectedly, under the appearance of the screenwriter Lolita is the heart of a royal sister with explosive force value!handsome!handsome!

Fu Yihuan was feeling silently, Wang Meng had already stuffed the watermelon into his hand, biting the spoon, applauding frantically.

In the silence of this room, the extremely loud applause and cries of "Pa Pa Pa Pa" instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. Several staff members in front of the two of them turned their heads and saw Fu Yihuan. They were stunned and said nothing. , take the initiative to retreat to both sides.

Receiving the excited eyes of everyone seeing the successive dramas, Fu Yihuan swallowed the watermelon in his mouth, smiled, crossed the crowd, walked to the editor and producer, and said, "Hello, I'm here today to discuss Fu Yihuan."

The screenwriter retracted his feet, put on his glasses again, and stretched out his hand to Fu Yihuan with a pleasant face: "Hello, Mr. Fu, I remember you, you performed very well in the guard scene!"

Passing the watermelon to a staff member, Fu Yihuan took the screenwriter's hand and said modestly: "I still have many shortcomings, and I hope everyone will be more tolerant."

"Mr. Fu is here. The director is waiting in the lounge. Let's go over quickly." The producer greeted him, shook hands with Fu Yihuan, and said.

"You're the one playing the guard?" Fan Jian's eyes widened the moment he saw Fu Yihuan, his face full of disbelief, "How is it possible? You're not..."

When Fu Yihuan was filming the first scene, Fan Jian was not at the scene. Later, when he heard the news, he was too late to ask for an explanation. He didn't even think about asking who would be the one who stole his part , Moreover, he would never have thought that this person would be Fu Yihuan, who was so hidden that he was almost moldy and growing mushrooms.

"It's me, is there a problem?" Fu Yihuan looked down at Fan Jian on the ground and said with a smile.

Fan Jian paused, thought of something, sneered, stood up, pointed to Fu Yihuan's nose and said, "Yo ho, I almost forgot, you are next to Luo Heng, the president of the Rock Group, no wonder, by the pillow The wind is blowing quite smoothly, and I have the confidence to confront the former boss of the company. It's so blatant, it's okay to save some face..."

Fu Yihuan really amused him, this idiot is so naive, so cute, so stupid, he doesn't even think about what kind of bird he is, and even puts the same title on other people's heads. To be honest, he is the only one IQ, Fu Yihuan absolutely does not believe that there is no behind-the-scenes mastermind that he can come up with tricks to frame people.

"I hate your mother!" Fan Jian was covered with an original watermelon hat from the back, and the remaining watermelon juice in it flowed all over him, and he immediately drank loudly.

Seeing that the person blocking the hat was Wang Meng, Fu Yihuan gave her a thumbs up. Not a single woman in the emotional system world is a vegetarian!All of them are domineering!

"Keep your mouth clean, and don't take pictures of yourself with piss. Mr. Fu is Mr. Luo's real lover, and he is not on the same level as Fan who sells his butt and erects a memorial archway." Wang Meng is not afraid of Fan Jian. Angry, he slowly wiped his hands with a tissue.

When Fan Jian heard this, he slammed the watermelon to the ground, and the next moment he raised his hand to Wang Meng. Seeing that he was about to make a move, Fu Yihuan quickly stepped forward, blocking Wang Meng's body. Fan Jian's hand was grabbed from behind.

"President Luo?" Fu Yihuan was very surprised to see that it was Luo Heng who came, but thinking about it, Luo Heng didn't appear in the last chapter, so it would be unreasonable not to appear in this chapter again.

"Huh?" Luo Heng raised his eyebrows at Fu Yihuan.

Fu Yihuan understood, and smiled: "Heng, are you here to visit my class?"

"Well, I missed you. Let's take a look. By the way..." Luo Heng said, looking at Fan Jian, and said coldly, "Clean up some disturbing things."

Fan Jian's face turned completely pale in a flash, but he got some confidence out of nowhere, grabbed his wrist, gritted his teeth and said, "I...I just want to get back what originally belonged to me, I... .”

"Things that belong to you? Hehe," Luo Heng sneered, "Six years ago, those so-called your things were all obtained by Yihuan for you. Five years ago, those so-called your things were all obtained from Yihuan. Dare to ask, so far, how many of those so-called your things really belong to you?"

"I..." Fan Jian's anger was completely vented, and he couldn't say a word in front of so many people.

Luo Heng shook off Fan Jian fiercely, walked up to Fu Yihuan, and frowned as he looked at him. Fu Yihuan was wondering, Luo Heng stretched out his hand and gently wiped the watermelon seeds from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and said softly: "You Anyway, he is my person, and he is also a public figure, so he should pay more or less attention to his image outside."

"Crack", Fu Yihuan turned around, only to see Wang Meng put down the phone, and said with a sneer, "Sorry, I forgot to turn off the sound."

"Madam Niu." Luo Heng suddenly called in the direction of the door.

Everyone looked over in unison, and a middle-aged woman in a gorgeous dress came over, followed by two bodyguards in black. She nodded to Luo Heng, pointed to the pale Fan Jian, and ordered: "Take the little bitch Take him back, and I'll have a good talk with him."

The bodyguard responded, picked up Fan Jian who had collapsed on the ground, and walked out.

Mrs. Niu nodded politely to everyone again, and then left.

On that day, Fan Jian's scandal spread all over the circle, not only pornographic photos were flying all over the sky, but also many artists who had been oppressed came forward to expose his various evil deeds.Fan Jian was completely kicked out of the circle, with a mess and disgust and abuse.

At the same time, another news spread in the circle was that the relationship between Fu Yihuan and Luo Heng was officially announced to the public. It was not a nurturing relationship, but an equal lover. As a result, Fu Yihuan's worth soared overnight.

When he saw Luo Heng walking out of the bathroom with only a towel around his lower body, Fu Yihuan's eyes were fixed on his right chest. He had an intuition that there were many messages hidden in the tattoo on it.

"Mr. Luo, what does the foreign language tattoo mean?" Fu Yihuan planned to ask.

"Dumachstmichfertig," Luo Heng paused as he wiped his hair, "I can only be complete with you."

"This person..." Fu Yihuan pondered for a moment, then handed the phone to Luo Heng, "Is it you?"