Fast travel: the host is attacked again

The sober Shan Huai sat on the sofa in his pajamas in a daze, he hadn't recovered from the previous world, and now his mind was full of the time he spent with Juncheng in less than three months.

The task in the last world was very easy. After all, with such a big golden finger, there is no way to think about it quickly.But the problem lies here, he actually feels that it's too fast now, he hasn't spent enough time with Juncheng.

(The H3883 system reminds you that there are tens of millions of worlds, and life is the first. There are many worlds to indulge in, and your loved ones cry. Please adapt to the new identity as soon as possible.)

Shan Huai: "..." These days, the system is also advancing with the times.

Bracing himself up, Shan Huai flipped through his phone, his eyes fixed on the call he just made.

The call was made by Ye Qiu's manager, the purpose of which was to tell the original owner not to be late for tonight's dinner.

It's six o'clock in the evening, and at seven o'clock, Yeqiu is having a dinner with investors at the biggest restaurant in city B.The so-called dinner party, if you say it nicely, it's just a game of wealth and prosperity.

Shan Huai held his cell phone and uttered swear words in his heart. It's not good to mess around. Let him hang out in the entertainment industry. Do you know that he didn't even watch TV before?

(Host, Ye Qiu's wish is to become a first-line star, it is best to obtain the qualification of actor, emmmmm, it is best to have a boyfriend who is [-] times better than the ex-boyfriend, so that the scumbag will regret...)

Shan Huai: "..."

It may be that the system also felt that the original owner asked too much, so there were too many ellipsis when talking, and the obvious lack of confidence.

(Ahem, but it doesn't matter to the host, this mission will take a long time, and the time is... um... the lifetime.)

...God's lifetime!

Shan Huai walked around the room twice in a rage, and didn't calm down until he caught a glimpse of the sleeping pills on the bedside.

The bottle of sleeping pills, which was originally full, was now empty, and the pills in it fell into the original owner's stomach one by one.

Shan Huai sighed because he was also forced to rush.

The original owner, that is, Ye Qiu, is a small artist in a small company. He wants money but no money, no resources, and most importantly, no luck.

The original owner was gay and had a boyfriend when he was in college. After graduation, the two entered the entertainment industry together and signed a company.

Where is the entertainment industry?It's no wonder that a poor boy with no power and no power who pretends to be lofty can get ahead.

Ever since the original owner entered the entertainment circle, things went wrong. There was a boss who offered to hire and support the original owner, but the original owner refused. Later, the original owner was blocked for a long time.

The tragedy didn't stop there. During the period when the original owner was blocked, his boyfriend was taken over and raised by the company's female shareholders for resources.I heard that the female shareholder is almost fifty and has a husband at home.The original owner was angry when he found out, so he broke up directly.

Perhaps because he felt that his future was bleak and his life was too bitter, the original owner committed suicide by taking sleeping pills the night before being forced by his manager to accompany him for a drink.

The minute hand on the watch pointed to three, Shan Huai picked up the windbreaker on the sofa and went out.

The original owner lived in a single room in an old building with a roommate who shared the rent.

The roommate is an alcoholic. He goes out to do some odd jobs during the day and buys alcohol with the money he earns at night. He even borrows the money to rent the house.

Just as Shan Huai went out, he happened to run into his roommate who was returning with a glass of wine in his arms.

Shan Huai didn't want to talk to this kind of person at first, but his roommate grabbed him instead.

"Big star, you've been doing well recently, why don't you lend me a few hundred dollars?"

Shan Huai frowned, looked at him with some disgust, and shook his arm to leave.

The drunkard who was thrown away wandered around a few times, and sarcastically said: "Going out so late, is he going to sleep for the big boss? Fuck, you guys, I don't know how many times you have been slept by someone, right? What aloofness."

Shan Huai paused, stopped in his tracks, turned around and sneered, "Say it again?"

"I'm afraid of you, you guys—poof!" The drunkard kicked the quilt in the chest, and directly spewed out a puddle of foul-smelling wine.

"Say, keep talking." Shan Huai looked down at the drunkard on the ground, "Go on, tell me, I'm listening."

The drunkard shivered for a moment, and didn't dare to speak any more. He curled up at the door holding the wine bottle.

Shan Huai looked at him and sneered, "I'll clean up the door before I come back, otherwise you won't even know your mother."

After leaving these words, Shan Huai turned around and left gracefully.