The actor's personal paparazzi

Bai Yifan went to the bathroom to get tools, looked at himself in the mirror, and took a deep breath

"Be patient." Bai Yifan said in his heart.

Originally thought that he could gain the appreciation of the manager by virtue of his rebirth, and make some progress in this not-so-glamorous career, but in the end he made such a big oolong, and he treated himself as being bitten by a dog!

Bai Yifan let out a mouthful of turbid air, pulled up his face to make himself look happier, life is not hopeless, isn't it!At least he is now closer to the headlines, and he can write any news he wants without just flipping through it.

After thinking about it, he regained his energy. Cleaning up is a good opportunity to search for secrets.

Bai Yifan tiptoed to the only bedroom in the room, first complained about Song Bocheng's aesthetic point of view, then rolled up his sleeves, and started to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

Originally, Bai Yifan was very confident in finding things.He turned the table inside out, but found nothing important.In the end, he sat on the bed discouraged, and was about to clean up properly, when his hand touched something.

It's a cell phone!Bai Yifan felt like he had found a treasure, and he didn't even need a password to open it. He entered the phone interface very easily.

"Hmph, I deleted the photo, what else do you have to threaten me?" Bai Yifan muttered and clicked on the photo.

Huh?There are only a few isolated photos in the album, which are buttocks from different angles... Wait, this bed sheet looks familiar.

Recalling the morning when the nightmare started, the bed sheet under his body was exactly the same as the one in the photo. Bai Yifan zoomed in on the photo and looked around. perhaps?Is it your own?

Bai Yifan secretly scolded the pervert in his heart, turned around and didn't see any so-called bed photos, and his heart that had been carrying it all the time relaxed a little.He rolled his eyes looking at the photo, and he clicked, the photo was deleted by him.

To relieve the hatred in his heart, Bai Yifan looked at this dark bedroom, and became interested. He picked up the rag that was thrown aside, hummed a little song and said in his heart: Isn't it just cleaning, I will clean it for you. Take advantage of this and run away.

Song Bocheng, on the other hand, has been watching from the sidelines ever since Bai Yifan turned over his phone, guessing with his toes, he knew what the other party was going to do, and he didn't say anything, just leaning against the door and waiting for him to find him.

Bai Yifan just hummed to the climax, when he turned his head and saw Song Bocheng behind him, almost choking himself, he coughed awkwardly and said, "What are you doing, why are you still supervising the work?"

Song Bocheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? If I don't take a look, how can I know that you peeked at my phone?"

Bai Yifan glanced at the cell phone he had casually put aside with a guilty conscience, and said stiffly, "So what if you see it! I've already deleted the photo!"

Song Bocheng laughed lightly, and went forward to pick up the phone and fiddled with it a few times, "You are so stupid, you don't know that this can be recovered?" Song Bocheng said, shaking the phone in front of Bai Yifan's eyes.

Bai Yifan looked at it calmly, his white butt was back again, he was so angry that he wanted to grab the phone after dropping the rag.

It's a pity that there is too much difference in height between the two of them, Bai Yifan couldn't touch it with his feet, and jumped up in a hurry.

"Give it to me! You're so shameless! You're so obscene in taking sneak shots! Scum!"

Bai Yifan was in a hurry to snatch the phone, and he spoke freely, saying whatever he thought of, and successfully angered Song Yingdi, who was originally not very good-tempered.

Song Bocheng lowered his face, snorted coldly and said, "I haven't settled with you yet, and you just peeked at other people's things without the permission of the master?"

Bai Yifan's rationality had long been forgotten, and the dawn of victory was clearly in front of him, but he was pushed into the bottom of the valley by the person opposite him.

He used both hands and feet, just wanting to grab the phone back.Song Bocheng thought he was too noisy, threw the phone back on the bed, and stopped Bai Yifan who was still bouncing around with a backhand.

Song Bocheng didn't want to argue with him too much, "I think you are too energetic, come with me to the set tomorrow, little pup."

Bai Yifan struggled a few times, the opponent's big hand was tightly grasping, he couldn't break free at all, he was unwilling to suppress it, he could only open his mouth and say: "You... who are you scolding, let me go!"

Song Bocheng wouldn't believe this rebellious puppy, and pushed him back to the living room before letting him go.

"Double the duration of the recidivism agreement."

Bai Yifan looked back aggrievedly, and Song Bocheng was facing him with a dark face.

Song Bocheng didn't care whether his expression frightened anyone or not, he closed the bedroom door with a bang.

Bai Yifan shrunk his neck, and when he heard the order to clear the dining table from inside, he rolled his eyes, raised his leg and wanted to kick the door, remembering the other party's face just now, he was finally timid.

Bai Yifan, who endured the humiliation, picked up the dishcloth that was thrown out, and tore it angrily. Unfortunately, the quality was so good that it didn't pose any threat to the dishcloth except for hand pain.

Bai Yifan looked at his feet and swears: I won't dig out your old bottom!I'm not a paparazzi!

Until he fell asleep at night, Bai Yifan was still thinking about the future. When he wrote down all of Song Bocheng's little secrets and made a big news that caused a sensation in the entertainment industry, the manager would definitely appreciate him even more.

Bai Yifan, who had already started dreaming before falling asleep, moved his curled body, pulled the quilt, turned over, and fell asleep happily facing the sofa.

Early the next morning, the doorbell rang non-stop, which woke Bai Yifan, who was still sleeping, in an instant. He stretched his aching body, sat up and opened the door.

Opening the door was a man he didn't know, the man walked in naturally, first gave Bai Yifan a surprised look, then walked directly into Song Bocheng's bedroom without changing his shoes.

After a while, Song Bocheng's roar was heard, and Bai Yifan was startled, only to hear Song Bocheng say: "Didn't you see that I am sleeping? Who told you to come in? Get out."

Just when Bai Yifan raised his ears to listen to the corner of the wall, the man had already returned to the living room despondently, and seeing that Bai Yifan was still there, he regained his arrogant expression and said to Bai Yifan: "You can go, the hush money will be charged to your card later. "

Bai Yifan asked blankly, "Who are you?"

The man chuckled, straightened his neat clothes, and said, "I'm Song Bocheng's manager, Ai Chang. You don't know the rules, do you? Pack up and leave, why? Want to blackmail me?"

Bai Yifan looked at Ai Chang's self-justification, and probably understood what the other party meant.This Song Bocheng's manager must have mistakenly thought that he was doing illegal business.

Just when he wanted to defend himself, Song Bocheng had already walked out in his nightgown.

Song Bocheng looked at Ai Chang irritably, and growled, "Go downstairs!"

Ai Chang didn't expect Song Bocheng to disrespect him so much in front of outsiders, so he glanced at Bai Yifan unwillingly, pointed at him and said, "Then pack up and go down with me."

Before Bai Yifan could make a move, Song Bocheng had already made a move. He strode to the door, opened it, pointed to the outside and said, "Don't understand me? I'll tell you to get out, don't let me say it again." Second time."

Bai Yifan didn't dare to say a word the whole time, he originally thought that Song Bocheng's temper was bad enough, but after seeing what happened today, he realized that the other party treated him well.

Just as Bai Yifan was thinking about it, Song Bocheng had already directed his anger at him, "Why are you guarding the door? Do you keep everyone at home?"

"Eh? Isn't he your manager?"

"Who the hell has such a manager." Song Bocheng lifted Bai Yifan and said, "Hurry up and wash up, go to the set."

Bai Yifan was already used to being carried, and without too much struggle, he went into the bathroom with Song Bocheng.

By the time a few people arrived at the set in a nanny car, it was already high in the sun.

As soon as Song Bocheng came, several people led the way and took him into the dressing room.

There are a lot of people visiting the set outside the set. According to Bai Yifan's experience, there must be a big star coming. He saw Ai Chang following Song Bocheng and accompanied him into the dressing room, so he planned to wait outside and take a look. Which movie this crew is filming, get some insider scenes.

Song Bocheng stopped just two steps away. He turned his head with a frown and saw Bai Yifan stunned on the spot without eyesight, so he urged: "Puppy, what are you doing here? Why don't you hurry up!"

Bai Yifan was very unconvinced when he heard that, why call him a puppy, he is a well-known entertainment reporter, he has a work permit, okay?And when he looked around, everyone had a look of uncontrollable laughter, which made him even more angry.However, when the breath came back, he still bit the bullet and followed in.

Song Bocheng sat on the chair and let the makeup artist shape the shape, while Bai Yifan looked at the bottles and cans on the table curiously, and when he picked them up one by one and looked back, the makeup artist had already started to apply makeup to Song Bocheng.

With nothing else to do, Bai Yifan asked, "What are you acting in, show me the script?"

Song Bocheng raised the script in his hand, and Bai Yifan reached out to get it.

When did Ai Chang see Song Bocheng's amiable appearance, he was already used to the conversation in the morning.Unexpectedly, this unknown Bai Yifan would be treated so patiently by Song Bocheng, and now the other party is acting wild.

He was worried that Song Bocheng would be angry and affect the filming, so he quickly stopped him and said, "Bai Yifan! What's the matter with you, please sit down."

There is a saying that goes well, it depends on the owner to beat a dog.Ai Chang suddenly said such a sentence at this time, the originally quite harmonious atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Song Bocheng handed the script to the flamboyant Bai Yifan, turned around and said angrily, "Get out."

Ai Chang paused in embarrassment, the dressing room was only so big, Song Bocheng didn't lower his voice when he spoke, whether it was Bai Yifan or the makeup artist, even Hou Zai's little assistant listened to him clearly.

Ai Chang also encountered this kind of thing, but today's situation was different, he glanced at Bai Yifan who was reading the script with relish, and couldn't swallow the resentment in his heart.

"Hurry up and get out?" Song Bocheng glanced over.

"I'm sorry." Ai Chang gritted his teeth, and walked out unwillingly, and everyone in the dressing room breathed a sigh of relief.

When Ai Chang walked out of the dressing room and looked back, Song Bocheng and Bai Yifan were talking about something, with a smile on their faces, which he had never seen since he had been the manager of each other for so many years.

When did he not try his best to arrange things properly? In the end, this is not as good as the bed-warming boy he has only known for a few days. Ai Chang took a deep breath to let himself not be too attached, and looked at the director who was walking towards him , quickly adjusted his facial expression and walked up.

Naturally, the two people in the room didn't know about the manager's flamboyance. Bai Yifan looked up at the closed door without paying attention, and was attracted by the script in his hand in a blink of an eye.

The author has something to say: filming is about to start!In other words, is the attack and receiving attribute still obvious?I prefer to attack or be subject to QAQ