After transmigrating, I use Slag Gong as a stand-in

The assistant originally planned to come in to deliver coffee, but when he walked to the door, he keenly sensed that the atmosphere in the office was not right, so he immediately turned around and went back the same way.

Wei Zhun stopped tapping the corner of the table,

He lowered his eyes and fiddled with a corner of the paper document on the table, silently suppressing certain emotions.

a certain moment—

The barely suppressed emotions finally crossed the bottom line and collapsed instantly.

The person on the other side of the phone threw something hard, and his unhappiness directly smashed through the sound hole.Li Qing held his breath, afraid that Wei Zhun would come out of the phone and tear him apart.

"Manager Li," Wei Zhun crumpled the waste paper into a ball and threw it into the wastebasket, "I didn't understand what you just said, can you explain?"

His voice paused, and he repeated as if he thought it was ridiculous: "What do you mean, moved out from my place."

Li Qing: "..."

"Mr. Wei, don't be angry. Look, Xiaozhou just fell from the second floor and was injured. It must be inconvenient for him to move around. He still has to film, so he can't keep running back and forth," Li Qing racked his brains to think of a reason .

Wei Zhun: "Then don't shoot."

"What you said is wrong. What Xiaozhou agreed with you is resources and money. If you don't let him film, why does he need resources?" Li Qing continued to explain nonsense: "Besides, it is really not good for Xiaozhou to live with you. Convenience, I know him, he has to fill the living room to practice at three or four o'clock in the morning, "

"Oh," Wei Zhun said perfunctorily, "Really."

Li Qing: "..."

Wei Zhun sneered, "He also came up with these excuses?"

If you don't know how to do anything else, throwing your temper at him is self-taught.

Wei Zhun suddenly remembered some clips from last night: the young man was sitting on the hospital bed looking at him, his eyes were indifferent, the previous love and sweetness were full, but then there was only cold hostility towards strangers.

No matter what he pretends to be like, his acting skills are not bad.

Does this person think that threatening to move out will affect him?

For a moment, Wei Zhun couldn't tell how many complicated emotions were mixed in his heart, he only knew that anger had the upper hand at this moment, and he laughed angrily, "Okay, since he wants to move out so much, don't come back in the future."

Li Qing hurriedly explained: "No, Mr. Wei, listen to me."

"Then I should take back part of the conditions." Wei Zhun ignored his words at all, "Since he wants to make movies so much, there is no need to appear on variety shows."

Li Qing didn't even have a chance to persuade him, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Since you are so capable, let's find resources by ourselves." Wei Zhun said flatly, "Don't ask to come back in the future."

Hearing this, Song Lin looked up from the magazine.

Wei Zhun hung up the phone.

The few pages of the document that had been torn out just now became scattered. He picked it up casually, flipped through the pages, and then pretended to take out a new pen from the drawer.

"Okay, what are you pretending to do?" Song Lin looked at him speechlessly, "The document was torn by you and only the cover is left, what? You have to sign it on the cover?"

Wei Zhun stopped moving the pen cap, raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

Song Lin: "..."

Song Lin: "Well, don't let people tell the truth."

He leisurely flipped through the magazine, "I said Wei Zhun, you can't fool anyone like me who grew up wearing cropped pants with you. Let me tell you, if you really like someone, you can't be with them like this,"

"I like him?" Wei Zhun withdrew his gaze from him and said, "Fart."

Song Lin: "..."

"Okay, I'm farting, you keep signing your cover documents." Song Lin rolled his eyes, too lazy to talk to this person, just got up and took two steps towards the door, when a ball of paper was thrown in the back of the head by the person behind him.

Reflexively, Song Lin leaped out of the office.

Wei Zhun drove them away and locked the door behind him.

He quickly walked back to the desk, took out new documents from the closet and looked through them, but he couldn't get a single word into his head, and he was very annoyed.Wei Zhun even tried the recently released poker mobile game.

There were a total of five rounds, four of which were forced to retire because of him hanging up for a long time.

Wei Zhun clicked on the incoming caller ID, message box, and personal account, but did not see a single unread message.Xu Jingzhou seemed to have completely forgotten about him. He usually harassed him every half an hour, but today it stopped.

It's good to stop, he wished that this person would bother him less.

Wei Zhun thought so, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had clicked into someone's Weibo interface.

With a pure white profile picture and a pure black background, there are dozens of original microblogs, all of which are related to "brother".

It's all about him.

Wei Zhun's eyelids twitched slightly, and he unconsciously pulled down the interface, staring at the interface below without moving.

Hold your fingertips for a few seconds, then release.

"..."

The interface is refreshed.

This person did not post on Weibo today, nor did he say that he missed him.

Wei Zhun looked at it for a while, then cut out the interface.

He changed his account and logged in again, cleared his personal information and Weibo interface, changed his nickname to a simple period, and changed his avatar to pure black.

This number is not commonly used, it is almost a new number.

Wei Zhun clicked back to the Weibo of that person just now, and stayed on the interface for a long time. He tossed and selected for a while, and finally selected a promotional Weibo posted by Xu Jingzhou,

Liked.

·

"Is there something wrong with you as a fan, so many selfie Weibo original Weibo don't like it, and you have to dig out an advertisement you posted half a month ago to like it?"

Li Qing had just been annoyed by Wei Zhun, and couldn't help venting: "This fan is out of his mind."

"No, it's hard to find just one out of so many Weibo posts." Xu Jingzhou kept his eyes on the script and contradicted him: "It means that this fan is very distracted."

Li Qing: "..."

Li Qing: "What? Fans with personality successfully caught your attention?"

Xu Jingzhou just got into the mood, and was amused by his words. He turned to look sideways, and joked: "You see, his avatar is my love head, so he must be my die-hard fan!"

Li Qing dismissed him angrily, "Recite your script."

Xu Jingzhou raised his eyebrows and refocused on reading the script.

Li Qing stared at him for a few minutes, but couldn't tell what was wrong.It seems that in just one night, Xiaozhou's conversation and speech have become a lot more mature.

There are only two or three scenes left before the official conclusion.

Xu Jingzhou was deepening his role, and when he closed the script and prepared the plot, the door behind him was suddenly thrown open without warning, and there was a loud bang!

He was startled, turned his head to look at the person who came, "Sister Yiyi?"

Tan Yiyi still had Han and Tang hairpins on her head, apparently just ran over from another crew, her face was still flushed, when she saw Xu Jingzhou, she came up and pulled his clothes without saying a word, "Xu Jingzhou, what do you mean!"

"Hey, what are you doing!" Li Qing hurriedly pulled her away, frowning, "Tan Yiyi, you are also an actor with a serious training background, a public figure, why are you like a shrew?"

Tan Yiyi's eyes were red: "You forced me to be a shrew!"

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, unable to understand what she meant, when he was about to ask, the people around him suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and took him two steps behind.

"Sister Yiyi, don't worry," Xu Jingzhou said softly, "Speak slowly."

Tan Yiyi threw the phone directly in front of him, "Look for yourself!"

Xu Jingzhou blinked and looked down.

"You buy a marketing account to sell sympathy, and you want to attract black fans, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't care! But what do you mean??" Tan Yiyi pointed to a comment on the screen that was praised as the number one comment , so angry that his voice was trembling: "Xu Jingzhou, why do you slander me?"

Xu Jingzhou patiently looked in the direction of her finger and read aloud:

"How could it be an accidental injury? It must have been pushed down by someone. The relationship between Tan Yiyi and Xu Jingzhou is so bad, I don't need to say that everyone should know what's going on."

These words are equivalent to implying that it is Tan Yiyi who is behind the scenes.

Internet public opinion is the easiest way to guide the trend. The speaker may not have any real evidence, but he can fabricate an unhealthy trend and pour all the dirty water on her.

Xu Jingzhou read it word by word seriously, and then raised his head to look at her innocently after he finished reading: "Sister Yiyi, does this have anything to do with me?"

Tan Yiyi opened her eyes wide, "You!"

She was so emotional that she didn't know what to say, so she simply turned her head away: "Xu Jingzhou, do you dare to say that this is not your public opinion?? Are you not afraid of being caught by me?"

"It's not me," Xu Jingzhou said calmly, "Sister Yiyi just go find evidence."

Tan Yiyi laughed angrily: "Okay."

"Although it's not me, Sister Yiyi, there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Even if I'm not interested in embarrassing you, there are others who want to embarrass you." Xu Jingzhou lowered her eyelashes,

"I don't know how to use a knife, but that doesn't mean others won't. I can't be cruel to Sister Yiyi, but Sister Yiyi's opponent can." The man frowned and smiled, "Sister Yiyi, are you right? "

He didn't make it clear what he said, but he already said it very closely.

Tan Yiyi got the answer she wanted, but she couldn't come up with any countermeasures at all. The anger when she came here had long been extinguished by despair, and she didn't know what to do.

This matter was not done by Xu Jingzhou, even if she checked, it would be impossible to find Xu Jingzhou.

And it wasn't Xu Jingzhou who attacked her.Tan Yiyi knew that after filming for so long, she had offended a lot of people, and just picking up an opponent was enough to make use of the problem and drive her into the abyss.

"Xiaozhou, what do you want? Let me tell you, I really don't want to mess with you. Last time, Wang Chengming taught me about the staff. This time, it really has nothing to do with me!"

She poured it out like beans from a bamboo tube, and pursed her lips tightly: "Do you think, what good will it do me if I hold you? We are still in the same crew, why should I bother?"

Xu Jingzhou quietly listened to her and said, "I know."

Tan Yiyi was stunned for a moment, a little dazed.

"So," Xu Jingzhou asked her curiously: "Sister Yiyi, do you know who did it?"

Tan Yiyi: "..."

Li Qing watched from the side, feeling like a fool.

Xu Jingzhou has done so much, but he has been covered up in the past two days.Thinking about it carefully, Xu Jingzhou never said a word about this matter to anyone.

The situation was buried without any leaks, and the timing was right to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Xu Jingzhou waited for a few seconds, but before he got an answer, he curled his lips in disappointment, and was about to turn around and read the script.

"Wait." Seemingly experiencing a huge psychological struggle, Tan Yiyi took a deep breath and asked, "If I tell you who did it, can you help me?"

Xu Jingzhou shook his head, "Didn't tell me."

Tan Yiyi asked with eyes.

The young man looked back at her, his eyes were as clear and clean as a pool of spring water. This innocent and careless skin can make people suddenly soften their hearts and break their vigilance at any time.

Xu Jingzhou looked serious, "I'm telling everyone."

·

After sending Tan Yiyi away, Xu Jingzhou stayed on the crew until the early hours of the morning, after shooting the most important scene of the day,

It was already three o'clock in the morning.

Li Qing always felt that he was not in the right condition, so worried, he accompanied him to finish the filming, and finally sent him back to his residence dutifully, repeatedly telling him not to eat blindly.

Ever since he moved out from Mr. Wei, this person suddenly developed a very bad habit: he always likes to drink iced water in the middle of the night, and his stomach hurts so much that he shrinks into the corner of the wall several times.

After Xu Jingzhou reassured him, Li Qing felt relieved to leave.

Four in the morning.

The residence was the place where the original owner had been renting until he was adopted. It was very dilapidated, and the entire area was only big enough to fit a 1.5-meter bed.

Xu Jingzhou stood there for a long time.

He was dazed, walked slowly to the side of the suitcase, and took out a small medicine bottle from his side pocket.

After taking out the medicine bottle, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly threw the medicine bottle into the trash can next to him.Xu Jingzhou gasped for breath, pulled out the suitcase again, and stubbornly searched for something.

Finally, I found a small notebook from the inside.

The first few pages of the book are all densely written with small characters.Xu Jingzhou took out his pen and muttered while writing: "It's been too long since I wrote, I don't know if it's still useful."

[Five in the morning. 】

[Xiaozhou makes a wish, hoping to see brother Han Zhou again. 】

He wrote the handwriting very neatly, and finally closed his eyes and prayed with a sense of ritual.

"Ding bell~"

The phone on the bed rang suddenly, interrupting his wishing unexpectedly.Xu Jingzhou frowned in dissatisfaction, and reluctantly brought out his mobile phone,

Without looking at the caller ID, he dialed the phone directly: "Hello."

"Xu Jingzhou,"

The man's tone was full of irritability and impatience, as if it was a waste of time to call him: "You move out as soon as you move out, but can you have some basic qualities as a tenant?"

Xu Jingzhou let out an ah, but didn't answer his words.

"You are?" he asked cautiously.

Wei Zhun: "..."

"What are you pretending to do? To shirk responsibility?" Wei Zhun clutched his phone, went to the kitchen and sprinkled salt on the floor, "Look at the salt all over the floor," he picked up the teapot on the coffee table, and poured it on the sofa casually , "And the sofa is full of water."

After tossing about all this, he stood back in the living room, glanced at the nanny who was standing dazed in the entrance, and asked, "Is that what you do? Where can I find a nanny now?"

nanny:"……"

After hearing his words, Xu Jingzhou was stunned for a long time.

"No, it was obviously clean when I left." He frowned.

Wei Zhun: "Then come and see for yourself."

There was a long silence on the phone.

Wei Zhun sneered, "I'm not letting you go, it's fine for you to go, but you have to clean up this place before you go." He added: "And those in your room,"

"Mr. Wei."

The young man suddenly interrupted him, with a little impatience in his calm tone: "I will be filming later, and I don't have time to help you clean. If you don't have money to hire hourly workers, I can hire them."

Wei Zhun didn't expect him to respond like this.

The two ends of the sound hole rubbed against each other, creating tension silently.Wei Zhun was so angry at this sentence that he didn't recover for a long time, and finally laughed back in anger:

"I don't have money?" He sneered and asked, "I don't have money, what are you going to sleep with?"

He didn't think it was right until he said it, but he couldn't save face and try to persuade him to stay.

According to Xu Jingzhou's temperament, it is likely that he would cry directly on the phone, argue with him, say that he is different from before, and then lose his temper again.

"Boss Wei,"

The sound of twisting a plastic bottle can be heard from the sound hole. The sound of the young man drinking water is soft and scratchy, scratching his ears like feathers.He drank a good amount of water, and when he spoke again, his words were still very cold and sober:

"If you want money, go to the glass cabinet on the second floor of the bookcase. There is a bank card, which contains the money you called me." He said, "But there is one thing, I want to make it clear to you."

He controlled the gentleness and alienation in his tone just right, "I have nothing to do with you."