There is much joy in the old play

Another day, Ji Mancheng finished filming on the set and finished his work smoothly. The director was in a good mood and beckoned everyone to go out for dinner.Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers.

By coincidence or on purpose, Zhong Mingshuo sat at the same table with Ji Mancheng again, and beside him were two people with whom he had a good relationship in the crew. They also disliked Ji Mancheng, and at the dinner table, he sarcastically praised Ji Mancheng.

"Brother Cheng is simply the boss on our set, with good acting skills and popularity, I don't know when he will win the title of best actor."

"Yeah, it's really amazing. Those of us are beyond our reach, and we can't catch up with you even if we run fast."

Ji Mancheng lowered his head and played with his mobile phone, completely ignoring their words, and only occasionally replied, "Where is it, thank you."

Their nonchalant attitude almost twisted their mouths in anger.

The actress next to her saw something and thought to herself, the man became jealous, his mind was small enough, he was more fussy than the woman.

Although after getting along with each other during this time, the crew had a good impression of Ji Mancheng, but it was not to the extent that they would protect him without saying anything.Now those few people just uttered a few euphemistic words, they didn't get to the point of causing harm, so they didn't get involved.Moreover, Ji Mancheng handled it quite well, letting them suffocate to death without making a fuss.

But they didn't expect that the director who came back from ordering saw this scene, and directly waved for the assistant to come over, saying that he had something to discuss with him. The assistant who received the wink responded quickly, and the person who brought him changed with Zhong Mingshuo and others The seats separated them, so that Ji Mancheng would not be disturbed.

The director's move that was obviously biased towards Ji Mancheng was noticed by everyone present, and they had more thoughts in their hearts.

Zhong Mingshuo, who was knocked down by the director in a low voice, looked ugly even when he sat down, but no matter what, he was quite calm.The other two gritted their teeth and were dissatisfied, "The director actually favored him."

Zhong Mingshuo didn't say much on the surface, but it didn't mean he didn't incite others.He pretended to be helpless and shrugged his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "What else can we do? Who makes someone's backing powerful, we dare not provoke him."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the two people became even more unsightly.

Generally speaking, the atmosphere of the meal was quite pleasant, especially the director Ji Mancheng, who was very warm and harmonious, as if they were old friends for many years.

On the way, Ji Mancheng drank too much and got up to go to the bathroom.

In the corridor, although his face was red, his steps were steady and powerful, and he was very sober.A few people walked towards them, their voices were noisy, they staggered, and they opened their mouths to speak some arrogant nasty words.

Ji Mancheng glanced at it casually, guessing that some ignorant second-generation ancestors came out to drink and have fun, he didn't care much, and quickly looked away.But the eyes of one of the people on the opposite side fell directly on him, and with a flash of light, he found that he was walking over like a baby, breathing drunkenly, and said with a smile: "Little beauty, come alone, come with me Let's play."

At the corner of the corridor where Ji Mancheng came, Zhong Mingshuo who hesitated for a while followed secretly. Seeing this situation, he smiled, turned around and left decisively, as if he hadn't seen anything, and naturally returned to the box.

The second generation ancestor was drunk, and everything looked like a veil of fog, with its own beauty effect. When he saw Ji Mancheng, who was handsome and blushing, he suddenly felt that he had picked up a treasure by accident. He reached out and wanted to touch it and feel it. Take a look at the jade-like white and tender skin.A few drunk friends next to him also booed and applauded, wishing that he would kiss her right now and fuck this beauty right away.

What they didn't know was that, by such a coincidence, Mr. Tang was also discussing business in this hotel. When he saw this scene, he was furious and wanted to rush to the hero to save the beauty.Last time, he was the first to catch up, but at this moment, Ji Mancheng made a quicker move. He felt uncomfortable when he smelled the other party's alcohol, so he couldn't help but swung a straight fist, hitting the Second Generation Ancestor's face with a wretched smile, killing him. He fell to the ground, screaming in pain.

Ji Mancheng looked down coldly. In fact, he hadn't exerted much force, but the other party was drunk and couldn't help hitting him.Several other people saw it and felt that they had lost face, so they all attacked Ji Mancheng.But the few people who couldn't keep their balance, who were Ji Mancheng's opponents, rolled over again within a few strokes and rolled on the ground cursing their father and mother.

Seeing the movement, the waiter who felt that something was wrong stepped forward to persuade the fight, but was ignored, so he had to call the manager.

The manager looked at the young masters lying on the ground, put on a troublesome face, and wanted to question Ji Mancheng, but the director just happened to come from the bathroom at the end of the corridor, saw Ji Mancheng's last movements, and patted him with satisfaction. He said: "I didn't expect that your martial arts moves are also good. I don't even need a substitute."

The manager was stunned, he recognized the director, he had a background in his family, and he wasn't afraid of those second-generation ancestors, but now he was helping this young man, and soon, he changed his face again, as if he was doing Tai Chi Get over this matter, and immediately call someone to send the few on the ground away.

Tang Hao at the other end of the corridor watched the scene from beginning to end, without the slightest chance to appear.He was completely stunned, feeling as if... this shouldn't be the plot?

Ji Mancheng, who was going back to the private room next to the director, finally noticed him, turned his head and smiled, and said, "Tang Hao, what a coincidence."

Tang Hao stared at him for a while, then nodded reservedly, as a response.

Seeing the unusual atmosphere between the two, the director shrugged his shoulders and said wittily, "Talk, I'll go back to the box first."

When the director's figure disappeared, Tang Hao walked up to him, propped his hands on the wall, leaned over and stared at him aggressively, and locked him between his arms and the wall.

He said in a deep voice, "You saw me just now, why didn't you ask me to help?"

Ji Mancheng glanced at him: "No need, I can handle it myself."

This blunt and blunt answer made Tang Hao choke. He didn't have the majesty of a benefactor at all, and felt a little aggrieved.

Mingmingji Mancheng was the one who was suppressed, but judging from the atmosphere at this time, it was Tang Hao who had a stern face, but was inexplicably aggrieved, looking like a big wolf dog with its tail drooping.Ji Mancheng leaned against the wall, looked up to see him like this, couldn't help laughing, raised his head and kissed him comfortingly.

Tang Hao's eyes widened immediately, he never thought of his action, he seemed to be stunned by fright, and his whole body froze.

For a second, he was depressed that this man was forced by him, and he must be reluctant in his heart. Of course, it is impossible to trust and rely on him. Thinking about it this way, he feels very bad.But now, he took the initiative to kiss without warning, Tang Hao's heart seemed to explode thousands of fireworks at the same time, gorgeous and colorful, as sweet as eating a big mouthful of honey.

He covered his mouth almost reflexively, and then remembered the aura that a boss should have, pretended to be cold and put it down naturally, tried to suppress the corners of ecstasy's raised mouth, and snorted coldly: "You think this is enough ?"