I got pregnant after grass grew on my head [Entertainment]

In the afternoon, Ning Feiran and Xu Cheng rehearsed as usual.What Ning Feiran heard at noon did not tell anyone, just pretending it never happened.During the break, he paid attention to Guo Jun and found that although the recording was going on as usual, Zhang Kaiyun was obviously very perfunctory.

At around five o'clock, Ning Feiran and Xu Cheng finished the last round, they both felt that there was nothing wrong with each other, and they could go on stage, so they decided to end the practice.The two walked out of the rehearsal room while chatting, and said goodbye at the gate of Huayi.

Wang Peng said he was going to bring him dinner, so he didn't need to make another trip at the moment, he directly told his assistant to bring Ning Feiran to the company for dinner, and by the way, he said that the web drama would be launched in conjunction with the promotion of the management.

The webcast of "Crime Chase" is scheduled for early December, and the crew's official blog has already announced the news and actively interacted with netizens. In a few days, the leading actors will also post on Weibo to jointly promote it.After Ning Feiran arrived at the company, he heard from Wang Peng that the leading actors would also be on an online variety show to cooperate with the crew to hype.

Ning Feiran took a rough look at the web series process. It was a very common interview and conversation. Some questions about the main character CP might be asked.

In "Crime Chase", Ning Feiran is only a supporting role, and the topic of CP can't be relied on after the script is overhauled, so he has no doubts about this variety show.

After talking about the business, Wang Peng supervised Ning Feiran eating salad.

Shredded lettuce leaves and shredded carrots, orange, orange, green and green look pleasing to the eye, plus a small tomato cut in half, the appearance is not to be chosen.

But this bowl of salad didn't even put salt, let alone salad dressing.Stuttering, tasteless.

Although it is tasteless, the portion is very generous, and a whole large salad bowl is full.

In Wang Peng's words, you can't lose weight without starvation, after all, good health is still very important.

But if you are full, you have to share what you eat. Eating vegetables and leaves can also fill your belly. As long as you are full, wanting to eat something else is pure greed.If you are hungry, you can eat, but if you are hungry, you can only watch.

For artists, every untimely piece of meat on their body not only means unsightly, but also means losing job opportunities and reducing competitiveness.

Wang Peng is very aware of this, so he is very strict.

Ning Feiran looked at the lettuce leaves and his face turned green, but he couldn't help but eat, so he turned on his phone and watched the broadcast while imagining that what he stuffed into his mouth was steak, barbecue, fried chicken...

Bah, the more I think about it, the more difficult it is to swallow the salad.

"Oh, that's right." Wang Peng watched Ning Feiran chewing lettuce leaves in pain, and suddenly said, "Have you met anyone recently?"

Ning Feiran looked up at him from the salad bowl: "What?"

"I got a call here." Wang Peng said. "Ask for your personal number, and said that you want to discuss cooperation... The news is true, it sounds strange."

"Huh?" Ning Feiran asked. "How strange?"

"The tone sounds quite sincere. He said that there is a big project that will start next year. The director and screenwriter are reliable. I want to check your schedule and see if you can audition." Wang Peng said. "But you can just tell me no to this kind of thing. You have to ask for your private number. I said I am your agent, so I still insist on talking with you."

Ning Feiran: "Then did you give me the number?"

"Of course not." Wang Peng said. "It's okay, but it's not necessary. And what if I want to pick you up?"

Ning Feiran nodded, ignoring Wang Peng's last words.

In fact, there is no phone number of the partner in his mobile phone. Usually, the production team or the brand party will go directly to the company's process. The company controls the major resources. There are not many people who can find Wang Peng, let alone a direct roll call. Ning Feiran himself.

This is basically the case for small artists. The company basically has full control over the matchmaking cooperation, etc., and there is very little room for choice. Even private auditions are not allowed to accept jobs, and there is a risk of being hidden by the company.

Ning Feiran had already forgotten all about Zhou Yi asking for his phone number in the elevator that day. Even if he remembered, he would only think that Zhou Yi wanted to talk about cooperation, completely unaware that Zhou Yi actually just wanted his phone number.

Listening to Wang Peng talking about this matter now, it has not been connected with Zhou Yi at all.

The salad bowl bottomed out, Ning Feiran took a mouthful of the bitter taste of the lettuce juice, and hurriedly rinsed his mouth with water.The two chatted until recording the program during the day, Ning Feiran remembered the matter of Guo Jun and Zhang Kaiyun, and asked, "Did Chenhui Media treat Guo Jun particularly poorly?"

"It seems so." Wang Peng said. "I've heard others say that the company basically doesn't care about him, and neither does my own team. I don't know how I can participate in the "Exercise" this time."

"So..." Ning Feiran was thoughtful. "What about Zhang Kaiyun?"

Wang Peng thought for a while: "Zhang Kaiyun is good-looking, and he is admired by others, so it's not bad. His face is quite liked by Mrs. Fu, so..."

Wang Peng winked suggestively, he was a straight man, but his expression suddenly turned out to be wretched.

Ning Feiran: "..." Hot eyes.

But the meaning can still be understood, Zhang Kaiyun's status in the company should not be low, and there is capital behind it.Of course Guo Jun didn't dare to offend him.Zhang Kaiyun gave Guo Jun resources and money, and Guo Jun agreed to deliberately lose the game...

Ning Feiran clearly remembered that before the results of the lottery came out, several people who were promoted in the first round were chatting together. At that time, Zhang Kaiyun had already acted very confidently. He knew from the beginning that he would be in the same group as Guo Jun.

This group was drawn by Zhuang Chengsi. Knowing that Zhang Kaiyun had already prepared for it, Zhuang Yingdi was suspected of collusion as the judge of the lottery.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain how the random drawing of lots and the process of tearing off the film to see the names just happened to put these two people into the same group.

Usually, I have never heard of the friendship between Zhang Kaiyun and Zhuang Yingdi. Ning Feiran thought about it and thought that there might be Chenhui Media's handwriting behind this matter.

At the same time, Zhou Yi was stuck on the evening rush hour road, surrounded by cars honking "dididididi--", and there was a younger brother who was drunk and went crazy in the back seat.

Ula Ula didn't know what Zhou Jian was talking about, and her face was squeezed into a ball against the back seat glass, which could be seen through the black privacy film.A kid in the car next door was staring in shock, clearly intimidated by this overly casual figure.

Zhou Yi's forehead was throbbing with veins, trying his best to control the urge to take off Zhou Jian's socks and stuff them into his own mouth.

The driver didn't dare to speak, and looked at Zhou Jian in the rearview mirror. Every time Zhou Jian swung his arm and touched the back of the co-pilot's seat, the driver's heart tightened, feeling that Zhou Yi was going to beat someone up in the next second.

Zhou Yi usually sits in the back row, but today, in order not to have physical contact with the drunk, he reluctantly moved to the co-pilot.

As far as this is concerned, there is still no peace, and Zhou Jian must endure Zhou Jian's slurred drunken words and occasional jerky limbs.

"Hey——" Zhou Jian patted the co-pilot, and said drunkenly, "I'm not good...I, I'm telling you——"

Zhou Yi: "..."

His face was still pressed against the window glass, looking at the child in the opposite car, and when he spoke, his lips moved on the glass, leaving marks of saliva.

Zhou Yi frowned, enduring the thought of throwing Zhou Jian out of the car, and deducted a car wash fee from his pocket money.

"I..." Zhou Jian said vaguely, he paused for two seconds, and suddenly shouted: "I love you ahhhhhh!"

Unfortunately, Zhou Jian happened to be sitting on the right side of the back seat, with her face pressed against the car window, right behind Zhou Yi.

At this moment, a stroke of genius came up suddenly, and he howled loudly. Zhou Yi was completely unprepared, his eardrums were about to be shattered by him, and he said angrily, "I'm sick!"

Zhou Jian: "..."

Zhou Jian's face was flushed, and she looked very confused after being drunk. After a few seconds of reaction, she said slowly: "No, no."

After a while, he said again: "... right?"

Zhou Yi: "..."

Zhou Yi was almost annoyed by him, so he took out a pair of sound-isolating headphones from the storage box and put them on.There was a sudden silence.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and moved forward slowly in the traffic flow formed by the red taillights.

A few minutes later, Zhou Jian pulled her face off the car window, rested her forehead on the back of the passenger seat, and muttered to herself, "Why did we break up..."

driver:"……"

"Why did you break up!" Zhou Jian yelled again.

This time Zhou Yi wore sound-proof earphones, and basically didn't hear anything, so there was no movement.

Zhou Jian talked to himself for a while, then suddenly straightened up, looked at the back of the leather chair in front of him: "I'm looking for a piece of tofu—"

"Where's tofu? Tofu!" Zhou Jian asked loudly.His ears were red, and his whole body was crooked.

Zhou Yi naturally ignored him.

Zhou Jian thought for two seconds, touched the back of the co-pilot's seat, and said with a smirk, "Tofu hehehe..."

The driver suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Zhou Jian bumped his head against the back of the chair, making a dull sound.

Zhou Yi lowered his brows.

Without knowing it, Zhou Jian mistook the back of the chair in front of her for tofu, bumped it again; immediately straightened up, and smashed it down again.

"Forget it if you hit me to death..." Zhou Jian said in a daze. "Find a piece of tofu, tofu hit me to death..."

Zhou Yi: "..."

After more than a dozen muffled sounds, Zhou Jian hugged the back of the chair and hummed, "Why am I not dead yet" all over his face, yelling.

Zhou Yi finally couldn't bear it anymore, took off the earphones and said angrily to the back seat: "What's wrong with you? Are you a wolf dog?! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" and go after you if you don't want to break up, what's the use of drinking? You have a bad brain and still drink alcohol? Can tofu kill someone? If you can, you can buy a piece and hit it in front of Chen Xinru! Do you understand the bitter trick? Why do you go crazy here? Will I sympathize with you?!"

Zhou Jian was stunned, and blinked twice blankly.

The driver remained silent and drove silently.

Zhou Yi panted, and calmed down after two seconds: "If you were hit like this by a broken relationship, are you still not a man? Since you don't want to break up, tell her clearly, can you get her back by drinking? You are especially cowardly, Don't dare to give up and don't dare to strive, waiting for others to comfort you, and then crying and complaining?"

Zhou Jian was so drunk that she couldn't tell if she understood.

"If you want to fall in love with her, go after her, explain, apologize, and explain clearly." Zhou Yi said. "As long as others are willing, you don't want to decide what you want to do. Don't be like a three-year-old child who takes everything for granted and waits for adults to peel off the candy wrappers and stuff them into your mouth."