Don't talk nonsense, turn around and take the blame [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Yan felt that Gu Xuan was not here to send warmth, but to find fault. He didn't even want the salary he should have received. Can he still maintain this "dirty" money transaction with Gu Xuan?

So the next red envelope was not even opened, and Wen Yan pushed it back to Gu Xuan, lowering his eyes and whispering: "Thank you, God Gu, but I can't take it."

This pot is too big, it will make me unable to breathe, Wen Yan shouted hoarsely in his heart.

Gu Xuan couldn't help sighing, he had already guessed how this person would react, so he decided to give it a try.

Not for anything else, because money is indeed very important.

Especially for artists, the nature of their work determines the money they earn and also the money they need to spend.

Ye Jingchu was standing in the gap between life and work. There was the largest blank space with nothing in it. The distant and cold light was set at the highest point, casting a whole black shadow, covering the gap, even the simplest The steps are a bit difficult.

"Jingchu, I have no other intentions, really." Gu Xuan looked straight into Wen Yan's eyes, without the slightest dodge or extra emotion, "If you find it difficult to accept, just pick one at random, don't need to think too much, It is the blessings of the seniors to the younger generations, and the remaining two will be borrowed from you, and will be repaid slowly in the future."

Wen Yan frowned and did not answer in a muffled voice.

Seeing the situation, Gu Xuan continued to speak slowly: "The company can solve many things for you, and you don't need to be burdened at all, such as food, clothing, housing and transportation. All artists are the same. It's not special treatment for you, but there are some things that the company doesn't care about. Arrived."

"For some things on the scene, take the simplest on-set treats as an example. If you treat a meal, others may not remember what it is. , you will be criticized because everyone else is doing it.”

Gu Xuan suppressed his smile, and his whole person had a bit of aura that was well hidden. He rubbed against the original him in the air, and then replaced him.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment.

Then, as if he had come to his senses, he nodded his head slowly. In the entertainment industry, where favors rule the world, there is no confidence without money.

It's because I didn't think carefully.

"That's all I borrowed from you." Zhao Xiaomi opened the transom for ventilation and an inexplicable wind blew through it. It was cool, sticking to the skin and penetrating into the bones. Wen Yan shrank his neck down and added another sentence :"all."

Even if I, Wen Yan, died of starvation, I would never accept a dime from you, Gu Xuan.

He has a lot of backbone.

Gu Xuan suddenly understood what some fans meant by "I'm crying".

It must be what the man in front of him looked like.

"Okay, okay, everything is borrowed from you." Gu Xuan said with a smile, "If we don't pay back the money, we will meet in court, that's okay."

It was already very late when Gu Xuan left, and it was Zhao Xiaomi who informed Jiang Xian that he would sleep in a hotel if Gu Xuan didn't leave.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Xiaomi took the weakest but "highest value" corner dug up in the history of Light Years to the company's headquarters. It was still a nanny car that the company had listed and the paparazzi had left their numbers. drove out.

I'm afraid people don't know it.

The paparazzi naturally fell for it. There are many "artist cars" in Guangnian, but they are basically used to interfere with the eyeliner. I thought it was Gu Xuan who squatted, but it turned out that it was Gu Xuan's makeup artist. .

Today they still feel that a smoke | mist | popped out from light years, but at this juncture, even if it is just a smoke | mist | bomb, it is better than no clue.

Until they saw Ye Jingchu get off the car.

At that moment, the camera was basically in a state of "killing me without stopping".

Every studio immediately uploaded Ye Jingchu's photos on the Internet to let everyone appreciate the fruits of their long-term resistance. Ye Jingchu once again entered the public's attention. Strictly speaking, it has not stopped during this period of time.

But I don't know if it's because the summer morning light is too beautiful, or people are still in a half-drowsy sticky dream and haven't woken up. The few comments below are all saying "this face is amazing", "a face like Ye Jingchu's It’s hard to understand why you didn’t carve your own place in the entertainment industry.”, “Does Ye Jingchu have a fan club? I want to go in and search for some photos, hehehe” are wrong demonstrations that are ten feet away from the standard answer.

And Wen Yan didn't know anything, when he opened the door of the studio allocated to him, Gu Xuan was drinking tea and flipping through the books leisurely.

"Gu Shen?" Wen Yan almost thought he had gone to the wrong room.

"Morning." Gu Xuan put down his teacup, raised his head and smiled at Wen Yan, "Have you eaten yet? Jiang Xian bought some extra for me when I was preparing breakfast. What do you like?"

While Gu Xuan was talking, he stretched out his hand to open a table full of food one by one, and his movements were natural and smooth.

"Buy more, a little?." The corners of Wen Yan's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the buffet-like breakfast in front of him.

"I'm picky." Gu Xuan laughed without any burden or shame.

Then you are really picky, gentle smirk.jpg.

"I've eaten." Wen Yan shook his head slightly to show his refusal. He was really full, but looking at Gu Xuan's table of snacks, he was afraid that Gu Xuan would say "then eat more" , so Wen Yan paused, and emphasized his tone, "I only went out when I was full."

Little did he know that in Gu Xuan's mind, it sounded like: It's good to finally have a full meal.

So the hands behind those breakfast boxes clenched tighter.

Gu Xuan took a deep breath and asked Zhao Xiaomi to put these things away, and put them in the tea room incubator at the door for preparation, for fear that Wen Yan would be hungry later and would have nothing to eat, and that it would be bad for the stomach if it got cold. It just broke my heart.

After Zhao Xiaomi went out, Gu Xuan moved two steps indiscriminately, pulling the distance between the two of them at a semi-intimate social distance, and before Wen Yan could react, he said directly: "These are invitation scripts, you see What do you want to do, a movie or a TV show?"

"Invitation script?" Wen Yan flipped through it casually, and he knew it was not a joke just by looking at the name in the director's column. He stretched out his finger and pointed on the big black characters, and his fingers became more slender and white, and said in a low voice: " You didn't invite me, did you?"

"Not for the time being." Gu Xuan raised his eyebrows. These invitation scripts were indeed his, but he felt that the person in front of him had enough strength to support them. He was not blindly confident, because he later found an excuse to ask Wang Wenxu for I watched the "Prince" play that day.

And every one.

Then he was pleasantly surprised to find that all of Ye Jingchu's emotions were very appropriate, more afraid of revealing, less afraid of darkness.

Either way, it's delicious.

"But there are exceptions to everything." Gu Xuan said, he has the confidence that Ye Jingchu can support those roles, and also can support this "exception".

It is the trust in Ye Jingchu and the trust in himself.

Wen Yan knew that there was something in Gu Xuan's words, but he didn't care about thinking. If he wanted to make a comeback in this plane, he had to start with acting, so he said, "What does the company want me to do?"

"Whatever you want to act, the company can let you act." Gu Xuan replied looking into Wen Yan's eyes.

Wen Yan always felt that this company was not the one he had imagined, and perhaps it would be more appropriate to replace it with the word "Gu Xuan".

"Then I would like to ask Gu Shen, has the 'company' seen my play?"

It would be too courageous for Guangnian to ask him to choose the script without reading it.

If you read it.

The courage is even greater.

Gu Xuan nodded of course.

"Is it the clam spirit that appeared in the opening song, or the male eighteen who only lived for one episode?" Wen Yan buried his head in the script in his hand and said in a muffled voice.

"It's the prince." Gu Xuan stretched out a finger, touched the top of the script in front of Wen Yan, and lowered it little by little until the two of them faced each other without any cover, and then said word by word: "It's the prince, Tianhuang Guizhou Prince."

Wen Yan was taken aback for a moment.

That's not Ye Jingchu, that's him.