After becoming popular, I was with the scumbag president

These words were like a thunderbolt hitting Bai Chen's body. He was shocked, subconsciously raised his chin, but stared down at Yu Xiangbei, looking very funny.

If you want to say what annoys Bai Chen the most, it's that he has a round face with baby fat.

As long as the flesh grows, it grows toward the face, and it grows toward the chin.

As long as it grows a little bit, the double chin will come out.

The double chin is simply what Bai Chen hates the most.

At one point, he even thought about going over to have a facelift, at least to get rid of the double chin.

But after entering the plastic surgery hospital, after listening to the hospital's description, Bai Chen came out crying again——

He dare not.

Once, Yu Xiangbei was the person he most wanted to trample to death.

He lost weight at that time, and only dared to eat two meals a day, and only dared to eat a little for each meal. Finally, when he stood in front of Yu Xiangbei, he didn't have a double chin!

In the last month, Yu Xiangbei was squeezed away by him, Bai Chen was proud of himself, and ate a little too much if he didn't pay attention.

No, the double chin came out.

He just happened to lower his head and was seen by Yu Xiangbei! !

shame!

An absolute disgrace! !

Bai Chen was so angry that he stared, but he didn't dare to lower his head, he had to raise his head and look down at Yu Xiangbei at the same time, it was really funny.

"Pfft—" Yu Xiangbei couldn't help laughing.

He stood up and looked down at Bai Chen.

No double chin.

Bai Chen's eyes were almost red with jealousy.

He looked at Yu Xiangbei carefully, only to find that not only his chin became more refined, but also his skin became better, and the dark circles under the eyes that artists need a lot of concealer to cover up every day are gone! !

Why did Bai Chen see it so clearly? Because Yu Xiangbei didn't wear makeup at all!

His eyes widened in disbelief.

He thought that the lonely and dejected old-fashioned young man did not have any haze of old-fashioned life, but instead looked more radiant, radiant, and radiant!

Yu Xiangbei looks better!

Looking at his figure again, it seems that there is no change, and it seems that something has changed.

Just a glimpse of the past, extremely perfect.

"Are you going for plastic surgery?!" Bai Chen was shocked.

But when he said this, he didn't believe it.

After all... With his eyes, it is very obvious that he has no plastic surgery at such a close distance.

It's just... Bai Chen didn't want to believe that this man, who was supposed to cry alone and beg him under his suit pants, was getting better and better, and his face was getting better and better.

He can't accept it!

Yu Xiangbei recently learned Guan Yan's smile, so he smiled meaningfully: "You know in your heart whether I have had plastic surgery, but as for you... I think it may be necessary."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to rest Bai Chen's chin.

The meaning is self-evident.

humiliation!

Absolute humiliation! !

Bai Chen trembled with anger.

Not far away, Guan Yan beckoned, Yu Xiangbei didn't give Bai Chen a chance to speak, pressed his hat, and dragged his suitcase away.

Bai Chen: "..."

He stared at Yu Xiangbei's back, as if he was about to stare a hole, his eyes were burning with anger.

The manager hurried forward, pulled Bai Chen over and warned in a low voice.

Even coaxing and criticizing finally suppressed Bai Chen's desire to rush over and die with Yu Xiangbei.

On the plane, Beijing flew to country h.

"Why don't you talk? Are you stimulated?" Guan Yan raised his eyebrows, and looked at the silent Yu Xiangbei from the corner of his eye.

Unlike Bai Chen who is unfamiliar with Guan Yan, Guan Yan knows Bai Chen well.

Since taking over Yu Xiangbei, Guan Yan has thoroughly investigated Yu Xiangbei's past, including Bai Chen.

Yu Xiangbei shook his head: "No, if you want to be stimulated, he is also stimulated."

Bai Chen is like a huge balloon bouncing around, it looks like an eyesore, but if you poke him lightly with a needle, it will be deflated.

"Then what are you thinking?" Guan Yan was even more curious.

Yu Xiangbei's eyes were a bit complicated, half-voiced, like sighing and feeling helpless: "I just looked at Bai Chen and wondered why? When I was in Huangyao, I was very similar to Bai Chen. One place, rushed to another place, like rushing to the scene."

He said with a smile in his voice: "There are a lot of people around, busy with makeup, busy evacuating fans, and busy negotiating with the director's staff. I can't eat well, I can't sleep well, my appearance is glamorous, and my makeup is gone. His face is haggard, and his eyes are black."

Guan Yan didn't speak, but turned his head and looked at him squarely.

"Artists make a lot of money, but others will say that their clothes are ugly, dirty, and out of season." Yu Xiangbei looked at the white clouds outside the window, "In order to make money, you have to be glamorous. Bright and beautiful, you have to work hard to make money."

Guan Yan suddenly wanted to smoke. He coughed, resisted the tickle in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Actually, not only artists, everyone is like this. Earn more, spend more, spend more, earn more."

Yu Xiangbei shrugged his shoulders, grinned, his deer eyes narrowed, and the sun looked harmless: "Forget it, I'm still in a slump, what do you want to do?"

Guan Yan didn't look away, but instead asked, "Do you like acting?"

Yu Xiangbei was also honest and said bluntly: "I don't know, but I really want to act."

People are always obsessed with what they could not get before. In the past three years, Huang Yao has not allowed him to act, and the script he was given is also impossible to read. Yu Xiangbei is not a fool, so naturally he would not agree.

Yu Xiangbei doesn't know if he likes acting or not, but he really wants to act, thinking that he is willing to pay countless things for acting.

People live a lifetime without any hope or support, and they will live very lonely.

Guan Yan smiled, raised his hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, you are still young and don't know the meaning of many things. After you act in a few dramas, you may have different ideas."

Yu Xiangbei nodded.

After the plane took off, in a black car outside the airport.

Assistant Gao lowered his head slightly, and said in a respectful voice, "Mr. Qi, are you going back to the company?"

Qi Sizhan finally looked away and nodded.

One month, 30 days.

The people of H country and the people of the country are both yellow-skinned. They don't seem surprised, but they are very different in terms of living habits and language.

Of course, Yu Xiangbei definitely doesn't know h country dialect.

"Brother Guan, you can actually speak H?" Yu Xiangbei was shocked.

Guan Yan nodded, speaking fluent H dialect, took Yu Xiangbei to a taxi to the film and television base.

After getting in the car, he replied: "I know a lot more, treasure man, you have plenty of time to dig."

Yu Xiangbei: "...Brother Guan, you can even speak buzzwords."

What a disrespect.

Guan Yan seemed to be in a good mood, and said with a smile, "Live and learn."

While the two were talking, the car arrived at the film and television base.

"Are we going to learn from any teacher?" Yu Xiangbei was curious.

Guan Yan turned his head and smiled enigmatically.

Yu Xiangbei: "..." I don't know why, the ominous premonition that the hairs stood on end came again.

Guan Yan obviously contacted them in advance, and there was a Chinese waiting for them at the gate of the film and television city.

"Brother Guan!" It was a middle-aged man, wearing a cheap t-shirt, with dark skin, and his teeth were yellowed probably because of smoking.

Guan Yan smiled and introduced to Yu Xiangbei: "This is Zhuo Changdong, you can just call him Brother Zhuo."

"Brother Zhuo." Yu Xiangbei was always very good when he was outside.

Zhuo Changdong looked Yu Xiangbei up and down, this look made Yu Xiangbei's spine tingle.

Guan Yan sized him up, and finally formulated a cruel exercise plan for him. Teacher Wu also sized him up, and finally started the month-long "separation of muscles and bones".

It's not that Yu Xiangbei is sensitive, it's that he really thinks it's not a good thing for people Guan Yan knows to look at him!

Zhuo Changdong frowned after looking at him, "Is he...is he too thin and tender?"

Yu Xiangbei: "..." His whole body tensed up.

How is it like buying and selling people? ? ?

Guan Yan still maintained a smile: "He is different, Chang Dong, remember what I told you."

Zhuo Changdong nodded heavily: "Okay, Brother Guan, I remember."

Obviously they were talking about Yu Xiangbei, but Yu Xiangbei was in a daze, not knowing what kind of riddle they were talking about.

"This way please." Zhuo Changdong stretched out his hand, took the suitcase from Guan Yan's hand and lifted it up, leading them in from the side path.

Guan Yan swaggered in with his hands behind his back.

Yu Xiangbei hesitated for two seconds and followed.

The small road they took turned seven times and eight times, bypassing several filming crews, making Yu Xiangbei dizzy before finally arriving at the place.

This road is not easy to walk, and the suitcase can only be carried.

The suitcase in his hand was still light, and Zhuo Changdong was carrying the bigger and heavier one. Compared with Yu Xiangbei who wanted to collapse, the other party only sweated a few drops, which showed the difference.

The destination is a small building, which is very dilapidated, and people in costumes come and go in a hurry.

Zhuo Changdong lived on the second floor. The handrails of the stairs were already stained with rust, the walls were sporadically peeling off, and there were various marks on the walls. Such a living environment was really not very good.

Opening the door, things in the room were messy, and there were two floors in the living room. It was obvious that people were still living in the living room.

It's just that they are probably busy outside now, so there is no one in the house.

Zhuo Changdong smiled: "The master bedroom is reserved for Mr. Yu. It was originally my residence, but now it is reserved for Mr. Yu."

Guan Yan nodded: "Thank you."

He led the bewildered Yu Xiangbei in.

It is said that it is the master bedroom, or someone left it on purpose, but for Yu Xiangbei, it is still a very bad environment.

There is only a broken bed, brand new but cheap sheets and duvet covers, dark blue shabby curtains, rusted windows...

After Zhuo Changdong brought him in, he went to another room.

Yu Xiangbei looked at Guan Yan in bewilderment: "Brother Guan...this is..."

The corners of Guan Yan's mouth turned up slightly, and he smiled meaningfully: "Xiangbei, there is a kind of people living here, we Chinese call it—professional extras."

Yu Xiangbei was still bewildered.

Guan Yan added: "Before country h, there was an actor Park Minzhen who won an Oscar in China, and he came out of here. His parents had been professional group performers all his life, and before he became famous, he was also a professional group performer here. "

"Oh..." Of course Yu Xiangbei knew about Pu Minzhen, but he had never heard of it. He looked confused, "So?"

Guan Yan opened the suitcase, that big suitcase.

——It was also the first time for Yu Xiangbei to see what was inside.

There is a box full of skin care products and twenty bottles of sunscreen.

Yu Xiangbei was shocked: "Why are there so many sunscreens?!"

"You will use it." Guan Yan continued to be unpredictable.

Yu Xiangbei: "..."

He was so tired that he sat down on the bed: "Brother Guan, why do we live here?"

Guan Yan raised his head and smiled: "Who said it was us, the one who lives here is you."

Yu Xiangbei: "..."? ? ?

Guan Yan picked up Yu Xiangbei's cell phone, his expression turned cold, and he said seriously: "I took your cell phone away, and I will pick you up in a month. For this month, you will live here well."

He paused, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "You sure don't want others to know where Yu Xiangbei is, right? So...don't show your face, don't make big moves, just stay here. I'll pick you up in a month."

Yu Xiangbei: "..."

He stammered a bit: "No...brother, how do I live here?"