Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

"This matter, I hope to end here."

Shen Nian's eyes seemed to be infected with Jian Xichen's coldness, and he looked around, those people who were holding their phones before put away their phones one by one, not daring to look at him.

Shen Nian said: "If there are gossips on the Internet, it will not be difficult for me to find the person who leaked the news. Everyone comes here to earn a living, and I definitely don't want to ruin my job."

Including Song Lei and the assistant director, the combined worth of the dozen or so crew members in the study cannot be worth Shen Nian alone.

If he wanted to block anyone, it was a piece of cake.These people have been in the circle for a long time, so they naturally understand what he means.

Tan Mengqi was stunned by the door, whether to leave or not, but she really couldn't bear her face if she stayed.She cried for a long time, and her make-up was a mess.

Song Lei called a makeup artist: "Take her to touch up the makeup."

The makeup artist took Tan Mengqi and the assistant away together, and looked at Tan Mengqi with a little more embarrassment, or other irrelevant people looked at her with a little embarrassment.

The assistant director slipped to Song Lei's side: "What should we do now?"

Song Lei glared at him viciously, and said viciously, "Your good girl is on the same page"!

The assistant director shrank his neck: "I don't know if Mr. Shen is willing to act with her again."

Song Lei stood in front of the monitor, which played the clips of the previous audition in a loop.

Song Lei touched his chin: "Mr. Shen's hands are very white, his bones are thin, his fingers are slender, he's a little soft for Xiao Peng, but he can replace Meng Qi."

The Xiao Peng he was talking about was the leading actor in this play, his hands were tougher than Shen Nian's.

Assistant director: "Then who will replace Xiao Peng? Should he do it by himself? Mr. Shen led him to write?"

"Impossible." After all, Song Lei is a veteran, and said with insight, "Whoever is leading whom can be seen by the force on the back of the hand."

"Then what should we do?" The assistant director was about to cry.

As soon as the accusation of "salty pig hand" was cleared, the little girl from the make-up team immediately gave Shen Nian a wet tissue.

Shen Nian wiped the ink on the back of his hand, listened indistinctly, and pointing lazily in a certain direction: "He, his handwriting should not be bad."

Song Lei and the assistant director looked in the direction he pointed.

Jian Xichen just put down the brush, and said modestly: "It's so-so, and it's the best in the world."

The assistant director poked his head and glanced: "Oh, hold the grass! This is a copybook!"

Shen Nian: "..."

He really wanted to pick up a pen and carve a few words on the man's forehead.

Seriously narcissistic.

Hopeless.

……

Jian Xichen followed Shen Nian to the lounge to change costumes.

Because the faces can't be photographed, the two don't need to wear makeup, but the costumes still have to be changed, the sleeves and hem will show up.

Jian Xichen walked around the door, not in a hurry to change clothes: "How does Shen Qing know that my handwriting is good?"

"You are the emperor, and you still don't know how to write two characters?"

Shen Nian was busy with his clothes, he didn't wear ancient costumes, the two wide skirts swung left and right, it was very awkward, and there was a long girdle, after tossing for a long time, he still only wore two sleeves .

The air conditioner in the rest room is very good, but Shen Nian was sweating all over his clothes, he found a cuff to wear on his arm, and wrapped the cuff, anyway, he only patted his sleeve.

Shen Nian tidied herself up, seeing that Jian Xichen hadn't moved yet.

The man sat back on the chair, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand, looking at him carefully, with a clear smile in his eyes, very shallow.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Shen Nian felt that he had changed well, and rebuked the other party confidently.

Jian Xichen answered irrelevantly: "I just helped Shen Qing, should Qing express something?"

Shen Nian blinked: "No."

Jian Xichen slid her finger on the phone screen, and said in a long voice, "It seems that someone sent me a message just now, and they will agree to any request."

"No, no, you read it wrong." Shen Nian denied it three times, "Hurry up and change your clothes."

Jian Xichen got up slowly, took off his coat, and within 5 minutes, the straight dress was properly put on him.

Compared to Shen Nian who was in a mess.

Who hasn't changed? ?

Jian Xichen walked up to Shen Nian, who was still looking at him in a daze, loosened his hand holding the skirt, and the left and right lapels were completely separated.

Shen Nian: "..."

"Why is that girl staring at you?"

Jian Xichen took off the cuffs he had tied up indiscriminately, Shen Nian didn't resist, and obediently raised her arms, allowing him to take them off.

"Tan Mengqi?"

Shen Nian felt like a window puppet, or fish on a chopping board, letting Jian Xichen do what she wanted.Even though it's just helping myself get dressed.

Shen Nian closed her eyes in embarrassment, "She wants to find out about my unspoken rules."

"Then you will support her?"

"Yes."

"What is it?" Shen Nian stepped back anxiously, "Of course not, how could I subtly rule her?"

"Don't move." Jian Xichen tugged at his waistband and pulled him back.

"Oh." Shen Nian became obedient again.

Jian Xichen's movements were fast and smooth, and he tied the last knot after the girdle.He said, "I've made up my mind."

"What do you want?"

"I want to unspokenly rule Shen Qing."

"?!"

Shen Nian opened his eyes abruptly.

Shen Nianshen felt that his expression was distorted, words and phrases came out between the gaps between his teeth: "What do you have that is worth diving for me?"

"No?" Jian Xichen clicked on a file in the phone's photo album, "I seem to have taken a video last night."

After the sound in the video sizzled twice, it came out normally.

"What are you hiding, I'll touch my phone..."

Coupled with eating in the dark picture, the drunkard Shen almost lay on Jian Xichen's body, muttering gibberish.

Shen Nian looked at the video stupidly, a thin layer of water mist appeared in his eyes.

He wanted to die where he was.

The light from the LED light on the roof fell vertically on Shen Nian's face, the orange light cast an arc of shadow under his long eyelashes, flickering twice from time to time, showing the master's nervousness .

On the set just now, it was obviously ruthless and cold when he showed his prestige to the crew.In the blink of an eye, it became soft again, looking easy to bully.

Jian Xichen felt sorry for herself if she didn't bully him twice.

Shen Nian's eyes were red, she was about to tremble with anger, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you know what unspoken rules mean?"

Jian Xichen flattened his lapel: "I know."

Shen Nian took a few quick breaths, and pushed his hand away with a cold face: "I'm not interested in you."

His lips were white, but he still tried his best to restrain his voice, pretending to be calm, "Those who want to find my unspoken rules don't know where they are now."

Shen Nian took two steps back, walked towards the door, and said with a sneer, "I'll pretend I haven't heard what you said just now."

Shen Nian left the words and quickly walked out of the lounge.

Jian Xichen didn't rush to catch up this time, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and looked at his back complicatedly.

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""Feng Qi Wu Tong" No.30 nine episodes, thirteen scenes, three scenes, the third time."

It is mainly close-ups, and the two people have no lines.

Shen Nian's right hand was held by Jian Xichen, which was a little different from when he was holding Tan Mengqi just now.Jian Xichen's hands are very strong, and there are a few thin calluses in the palm, which are a little rough, rubbing against the back of his hand, and gradually, heat is born.

From the back of the hand, down the wrist, and up the arm.

The feeling of being tortured drilled into his heart and jumped suddenly.

Jian Xichen's left hand was vaguely wrapped around Shen Nian's waist, enclosing him in her arms.

The wolf hair held by the hanging wrist fell down on the paper stroke by stroke, with sharp edges and corners, penetrating three points into the wood.

Jian Xichen's breath was on the side of his face, it was soft, and when it passed by, it would still feel itchy.

"..."

Shen Nian involuntarily rolled his Adam's apple, and clenched the hand holding the pen.

The last sentence of the letter reads.

Xichen, in this life, you and I will never see each other again.