Report to the president, your actor has run away again

"Your father crossed out that name, what's the use of you looking for me!" Tang Mingsen farted with his eyes open and didn't even write a draft.

"I" Tang Ruan slapped the table, just about to roll up his sleeves and follow him

Just after a wave, his eyes suddenly swept over the young man beside Tang Mingsen. ,

After Tang Dong said "Third Brother" at the very beginning, he never dared to speak again.He shivered and hid behind his father, with his head down like a frightened animal. ,

Tang Ruan's heart softened. ,

In the final analysis, this matter is also a festival between his family and Tang Mingsen, and it has nothing to do with Tang Dong.The year he left home, Tang Dong was still a child.

"Okay, get out now," Tang Ruan didn't even bother to look at this idiot relative again, "Or should I ask the security guard to help you out?

Seeing that Tang Ruan really didn't intend to help, Tang Mingsen rolled his eyes, and his tone changed from flattery to threat. ,

"Don't be complacent, huh. Didn't you just make a disgusting gay movie and win an award, what are you talking about?"

Tang Mingsen patted Tang Dong's shoulder, triumphantly, "You can be famous just for your face, so can my family Dongdong. The entertainment industry is changing so fast, you just wait to starve to death without filming!"

Although this may sound like a low IQ, it seems to make sense. ,

Tang Ruan leaned on his face, and the corners of his eyes were smiling again: "Second uncle, do you know why I have been able to rise steadily until now?"

Tang Mingsen frowned.

Um?Is this the rhythm of imparting experience to him?

"Because you are good at acting?" Tang Mingsen tentatively replied.

Tang Ruan shook his head.

"Because you have a pretty face?"

Tang Ruan shook his head again.

There are too many good-looking and powerful people in this circle, but not all of them are struggling to see the light of day at the bottom. ,

"Because of me, there is a person who blocks Killing Buddha and Killing Buddha's manager.

Tang Ruan shook his legs, the sunlight outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone on the corners of his slightly raised eyes and brows, making him look like a handsome little rascal. ,

"Do you really think that no one has imitated me after my debut? To tell you the truth, my face has almost become a template for plastic surgery." f

Not only the face, but even the acting and character design, I don't know how many people want to imitate him even if they sharpen their heads.

"But those little idiots have disappeared into the entertainment industry without a sound. Why?"

Tang Mingsen shuddered involuntarily. ,

Tang Ruan smiled amiably, and her tone was gentle: "My manager, I worked with the German gangsters for five or six years before. I have nothing else but good at cleaning up garbage."

"If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Tang Mingsen was frightened by him, the fat all over his body was trembling, and after saying "I don't believe your nonsense", he dragged his son and ran away.

The empty office finally became quiet again. ,

Tang Ruan let out a long sigh of relief, leaned on the soft back of the chair, and gently closed his eyes.

If Wu Zhuoyi knew that he was bragging about his black history again, he would probably blow up on the spot again. ,

It was silent for 1 minute, or 10 minutes.Tang Ruan slowly opened his eyes, and took the mobile phone on the table. ,

Tang Ruan stared at the number in the address book until the phone screen went dark and then brightened, and then went dark again. ,

Until the sunlight outside the window gradually faded, Tang Ruan finally pressed the dial button with trembling fingers.

"Beep-beep-"

One sound at a time, as if hitting Tang Ruan's heart. ,

"Hey?"

The phone was connected, and a somewhat hoarse female voice came from the receiver. ,

Tears gushed out almost instantly, and Tang Ruan suddenly covered her mouth, trying her best not to make a sound. ,

"Hello, how are you?" The woman's voice was still very gentle, but it was a bit more hoarse and vicissitudes than Tang Ruan's memory. ,

In the sound of radio waves, the two remained silent for a long time. ,

Something like telepathy might be real, but after an unknown amount of time, the woman's voice began to tremble slightly, "Is it Tangtang?"

Tang Ruan finally couldn't restrain himself, and let out a small sob.

"Tangtang? Is that you, Tangtang" the voice of a woman crying

Cutting Tang Ruan's heart like a knife, Tang Ruan wiped away tears and hung up the phone in a panic. ,

In the huge empty office, Tang Ruan huddled alone on the huge sofa swivel chair, holding the mobile phone tightly in his arms, and whimpered like a small animal from his throat.

"mom……

The all-conquering and all-powerful new movie star was crying like a three-year-old in his office. ,

Tang Ruan rubbed his eyes so hard that they turned red.He swore silently that he would never laugh at Sugar Bowl again when he was crying. ,

When Jing Xiaose opened the door and came in, this was what he saw.

"I go!!"

Jing Xiaose hastily helped the door frame. He fumbled to turn on the light on the wall. After seeing the person on the swivel chair clearly, his first reaction was to turn around and close the office with a "bang"?