The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

"Heh, whoever copied who, maybe."

He stood in the center of the living room, with the word 'Chuan' wrinkled between his brows: "Can you delay for a while?"

An anxious roar came from the microphone: "Why delay? Ah? You tell me! They have already sent the manuscript to the printing factory!"

how so fast!

The man asked: "Can you... contact the newspaper office and buy all the first batch of newspapers?"

"Screenwriter Jiang Da, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand? Do you have so much money to buy other people's newspapers? This one bought it, and the other one?"

The other side of the microphone cursed angrily, "Be careful, I just believe you have a fart, it's a foregone conclusion!"

The man took a deep breath, and his eyes flashed fiercely: "Someone is definitely framing me in this matter... Who on earth leaked my manuscript? I will definitely find him out!"

"Jiang Mu, it's not just the reason for the leak. In my opinion, it's very likely that you have been too smooth in recent years, and the tree has attracted the wind. You listen to me. Don't block the media's mouth about this matter. It can't be blocked. , you have been cold for a few years, so that the green hills remain, so you don’t have to worry about no firewood.”

The person on the other end of the phone thought for a while before saying.

The fingers of the man named Jiang Mu trembled, and a strange feeling slowly rose in his heart.

Not right, so wrong.

He tightened his grip on the phone, and said sarcastically, "How many years have you left me cold? One year, as long as one year, I will be completely dead, and then what do you expect to make a comeback?"

Once the emperor and the courtiers, the sky can be changed in the blink of an eye, not to mention being cold for a whole year? !

"It's useless to say these things now. As time goes by, I'll die first." The man sighed softly.

He once watched Jiang Mu step up to the altar step by step, and in the end, he was the one who watched Jiang Mu fall into the quagmire.

Goodbye, dear brother.

He hung up the phone decisively.

Jiang Mu laughed miserably: "I am blind."

The clock in the corner rang, and he counted one by one, six o'clock.

Soon the printing house would be delivering the finished product to the kiosk, and then he would never be able to recover, and his reputation would be ruined.

After a while, the faint light on the phone screen came on, and the small body trembled in his hand, displaying: Xiaoru is calling.

Jiang Mu exhaled lightly, and Jiang Mu smiled subconsciously: "Xiao Ru? It's only so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Yuan Ru paused for a moment, her consciousness blurred for a while, but she quickly came back to her senses: "Jiang Mu, how are you doing now?"

"It's not that good..." Jiang Mu sighed, tried his best to cheer up, and said, "But it doesn't matter, who am I? You are a man. You can still stand the wind and rain."

Besides... Isn't there a clue that has hit his gun?No matter what, he will bring down the man behind the scenes!

Yuan Ru raised her head, and the tall man beside her gestured to her, telling her to hurry up.

What's the hurry?

Yuan Ru impatiently made a lips move, and then said to Jiang Mu: "Jiang Mu, my family... has been urging me to get married."

There was muffled footsteps coming from the phone, possibly pedestrians passing by.

When Jiang Mu heard about getting married, he immediately laughed: "Okay, it's time for us to get married too."

But it's only six o'clock, is she outside now?

"No." Unexpectedly, she refused on the other end of the phone, "I will not marry you."

Jiang Mu was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I've thought about it for a long time. We are not suitable, and our personalities always clash."

But this relationship has gone through five years, so to speak. There have been sweetness and bitterness. It is also the result of two people's hard work that they can manage for so long.

Others said it was a seven-year itch, but how could it be shortened to five years?What's more, at this time...

"I'll change it. If I don't do well, I can change it, okay?" Jiang Mu frowned.

"Are you still yourself after changing it? Are you at home? Come out now, let's talk face to face, and hang up first."

Yuan Ru hung up the phone.

It was raining heavily outside, and it was estimated to be the heaviest rain in the past five years.

Jiang Mu clenched his fist, grabbed an umbrella, opened the door and rushed out.

The effect of the umbrella was not fully utilized. Jiang Mu was completely soaked, his shirt was tightly attached to his body, and his suit was soaked with rainwater, which made him feel so heavy that he wanted to fall to the ground desperately.

The sound of a car passing by was heard not far away, and two bright white lights suddenly shone on his face. Jiang Mu closed his eyes tightly and turned his head to one side, his expression still blank.

Immediately afterwards, the tires rubbed against the ground, making a screeching sound.

In the quiet villa, after the phone was silent for a minute, I received a text message.

"Stay at home and don't go out. It's dangerous. I'll help you with everything."

This text message has never been read.

"Beep."

Jiang Mu didn't pay attention to the strange mobile phone vibrating on the table. He folded his fingers and rested on the back of the chair with his eyes closed.

He needs rest so badly.

My mind is in a mess, and the stored information seems to be exploding.

In the end what happened?

He once held the Hong Kong Screenwriting Award he had just won, and returned to the mainland with such arrogance. The headlines of the entertainment section were all about him: a big star who will never fall in the screenwriting world.

But now, his honor and his future are shattered into glass in the next moment.

Plagiarism, court defeat, investor divestment, public criticism...

"Is there anything worse?"

Jiang Mu lowered his eyelids, remembering the screeching sound of brakes he heard when he ran out in the rain, and it kept replaying in his mind, it was almost bloody.

He is no longer the ace screenwriter standing on the podium in Hong Kong, but a bereaved dog lying on the street lingering.

That morning, he fell in the rain, and in the darkness, a truck drove fast and ran over his leg bones. At that moment, he even heard the sound of bones smashing, that huge monster drove past wantonly, It didn't stop until his internal organs, ribs, and skull were all crushed.

The next second, when he opened his eyes, he was nestled in the office chair, wearing a suit that was one size bigger.

------Is there anything worse?

------The worst is coming.

He was obviously dead, turned into a pile of flesh and powder, but he still retained his own consciousness and possessed a body that obviously did not belong to him.