Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

When Wen Shichu returned to the rental house, it was already 02:30 in the morning.

The young man dragged his exhausted body, took off his blood-stained shirt, threw it into a black garbage bag and tied it tightly, opened his hood, and washed the blood on his hands and face.

After taking a shower, Wen Shichu limped towards the bedroom.

The glass lens pierced into the sole of his foot, and every step he took was a piercing pain.

In the bedroom partitioned by thin wooden boards, the little guy slept soundly on his back.

"Ruan Ruan, why are you kicking the quilt again, you'll catch a cold..."

Wen Shichu patted the little guy's exposed snow-white belly lightly, picked up the quilt on the ground and covered it, and lay down on the bed, wrapping the little guy's small body in his arms with his not-so-broad arms.

"Ma Ma..." Ruan Ruan Shui smelled the smell of reassurance in her dream, put her short arms around Wen Shichu's shoulders, and continued to sleep.

Wen Shichu's thin body froze slightly.

Then, the little guy was hugged even tighter.

"Sorry, little one."

……

After a day of rest at home, on Monday morning, after Wen Shichu sent Ruan Ruan to the kindergarten, he went to the Imperial Film and Television City.

This morning, two new production crews started up again, eager to recruit long-term players. When Wen Shichu arrived, he had already added the group leader to the WeChat group, but he was kicked out within a few minutes.

Afterwards, Wen Shichu found a few more, but without exception, he was either kicked out or simply rejected.

Wen Shichu had a faint feeling in his heart that something was wrong, so he contacted the group performance guild in the film and television city.

"Wen Shichu? Let me check." The guild staff typed out the name on the keyboard, squinting at Wen Shichu: "Have you committed a crime?"

"Did something happen? No, I've been doing group performances here for several years. Do you think something went wrong?"

"That's right, your group performance certificate has been blacklisted and revoked." The guild staff said impatiently.

"Blacklist? Impossible, I have never violated the regulations of the Extras Association, can you check it for me, what is it..."

"I've seen a lot of people like you pretending to be ignorant. Think carefully about whether you have offended anyone! There are newcomers waiting to apply for a certificate. If you have nothing to do, get out of the way."

"Hiss—" The people behind squeezed up, Wen Shichu staggered back, the sole of his right foot hit the side of the road, his teeth clenched in pain.

Limping to find a stone pier to sit on, Wen Shichu took off his shoes, the socks inside had been soaked blood red.

"Hmm..." The moment the socks were taken off, the blood was sticking to the wound and the pain was tearing, and the Band-Aid that had been pasted on the sole of the foot had long since disappeared due to too much walking.

From time to time there were leering and frowning glances around, but Wen Shichu turned a deaf ear to it, found anti-inflammatory medicine from his bag, and after treating the wound briefly, put on two more Band-Aids.

The wound on the sole of the foot no longer hurt so much, Wen Shichu wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked up at the impoverished sky.

If someone wants to fuck him, this person will have no one but him.

"Qi Xiao, do you hate me that much?" Wen Shichu smiled helplessly.

He just wanted to stay away from Qi Xiao, but the other party was so cold-hearted that he wanted to kill him.

A silver-gray Bentley slowly drove through the central street of the film and television city.

Qi Xiao was sitting in the car, with his hands folded, his eyes stretched out of the window, his light was slightly chilly.

On the stone by the street, a thin young man was sitting there, putting a sock soaked in blood on his foot.