There is a tiger sniffing the rose in my heart

"..." Fang Yu showed a sympathetic expression as he looked at Mr. Money Tree, who was determined to "unspoken rules". I've inquired about it, but that Jiang Chuan—"

Jinran: "I don't care, I want to rule him - even a rookie can't rule him, what's the point of me climbing to this position?"

Fang Yu: "..."

Is that what you climbed into this position for?So when are you going to fall down and die? ...Looking at the unusually persistent face of the black-haired young man in front of him, Fang Yu took a deep breath, and was about to say something when suddenly the door behind them was opened, director Jiang Luocheng stuck his head out, Seeing Jinran standing outside the door, she smiled: "Xiaoran, you are here."

Jiang Luocheng, a director of the new generation, in his early thirties, has become popular in recent years. He shoots everything in TV dramas and movies, and occasionally directs stage plays for others. He is an all-around talent——"The Voice of the Passing Years" is him His works, and it was this movie, almost pushed him to the highest position in the domestic big screen circle, and he was on an equal footing with those veteran directors overnight.

Jiang Luocheng used to be a child actor himself, so he naturally had a good face, so going to Director Jiang's bed and then to Director Jiang's play has almost become the life goal of the young fresh meat in the circle.

However, seeing this person, the expression on Jin Ran's face was unnatural.

Then he put his hands into his pockets, twisted his head slightly, and responded in a neutral manner—this cold response is not common for someone like Jinran who likes to pretend to be kind... Turning his head and looking at his face Jiang Luocheng with a slightly embarrassed expression appeared on his face, Fang Yu felt that he seemed to smell a trace of something abnormal in the air.

Jiang Luocheng came out of the conference room, still holding the proposal book about the Xianxia TV series in his hand, looking at the black-haired young man in front of him, a smile appeared on his young face because it was well maintained ——This director, who is always too strict for newcomers, said in an almost gentle voice at this moment: "What did you say to your manager just now that you were so happy?"

Jin Ran turned her head back a little, and squinted at Jiang Luocheng with undisguised impatience in her eyes: "It's none of your business."

Fang Yu: "..."

Wow.

Haunted? !

After being choked by Jin Ran, Jiang Luocheng didn't change his face, as if he knew or even got used to the character of the young man in front of him, he continued his words calmly: "Fang Yu said that you have seen I have passed the rough script and plan, so today we are here to try out the show directly. I would like to trouble you to try it with a few newcomers in a while—there are basically newcomers there, and I must be a little nervous to see you. Don’t be impatient and bring them as much as possible. -"

Turning his head around, he stared at Jiang Luocheng for a while, for a long time, until Fang Yu, who was observing the two of them, felt that the air around him was about to freeze, the black-haired young man nodded slowly, and his thin lips parted slightly , said indifferently: "I will try my best, is there anything else?"

"Yes, what I told you last time did you—"

"I said work."

"No."

"That's nothing to say." After a pause, Jinran added a subject to the sentence, "We."

Then Jiang Luocheng was called away by the staff.

After knocking with the studio staff for half an hour, I will see you in the studio. Fang Yu accompanied Jinran to the dressing room to get the costumes. The two of them were silent all the way, and Jinran kept a sullen face and didn't mention the newcomer's unspoken rules. Yes—although this guy often chokes people to death with a single word in private, it's rare to see such a stinky face like this... Fang Yu endured and endured, after the two returned to the empty fitting room , Staring at Jinran who started to undress silently, he finally couldn't help it.

Looking at the black-haired young man who ignored his gaze and changed his clothes on his own: "Oh, my god, may I ask that you had an affair with Director Jiang without your manager and Mr. Life Assistant knowing at all?" What epic story?"

When Fang Yu was talking, Jin Ran was crouching in front of the mirror, trying to pick out a usable hair accessory from a pile of hair accessories. When he heard this, he paused, but he didn't look back. He just followed the manager behind him from the mirror. Looking at each other - in an instant, Fang Yu thought that this guy would turn around and tear himself apart in the next second, but he didn't expect the other party's eyes to soften suddenly. After a pause, he said lightly: " It’s nothing, it’s just good.”

"..."

Fang Yu stood up "squeaky".

I raised my eyebrows cautiously.

Fang Yu sat back with a "snap".

"You, you, you—fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Fang Yu clutched his chest, with a look of "unexpected and reasonable", pointing to the black-haired young man with his hands propped on the dressing table, his expression collapsed , "You don't tell me such a big thing!"

"I wanted to tell you," Jin Ran turned around, looked at his manager expressionlessly and said, "but before I had time to say it, we broke up."

"When will it start?"

"One week after "The Voice of the Passing Years" entered the group."

"When will it end?"

"Last time, the celebration banquet." Jinran showed a mocking expression, "Oh, just the time when you said 'Yuan Jinran and Jiang Luocheng are hugging tightly and want to jump off the building together'."

"..."

"Go to bed yet?"

"Did not have time."

"The filming of "The Sound of Passing Years" took more than half a year... You two can hold back—then how did you two say goodbye?"

"He can't hold it anymore."

"what?"

"Cheat."

Fang Yu slapped his thigh, thinking that when you were cheated on, God would have forgiven someone—it was hard to hide the gossip on his face, and he asked, "WITHWHO?"

"Xu Qianqian."

Xu Qianqian, the female number one in "The Voice of the Passing Years", used to be a TV drama Xiaohuadan, and finally waited until she almost squeezed into the ranks of movie cafes with this movie last year. Post-[-]s, young, beautiful, and can talk—compared to Thinking about this dead face, this little girl really... Fang Yu nodded and said that he could completely understand Director Jiang's choice. After thinking about it, he seemed to remember something wrong. He opened the backup plan book in his back pocket and quickly flipped through it twice. After turning to a certain page, he stared at a certain corner as if he was looking for something, and then stopped talking.

After a while, he felt that the surrounding air was a bit cold.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Jinran standing not far away with his arms folded and looking at him coldly—he was trembling, trying to adjust the expression on his face that would accidentally reveal the amount of information—but it was obviously too late at this moment Now, Jin Ran walked over quickly, snatched the proposal book in his hand and flipped through it, directly flipped to the list of actors, and when he saw the three big characters "Xu Qianqian" behind the column of the actor who played the unlucky heroine, he After swearing, he tore up the proposal.

This is too bloody.

Fang Yu thought for a while about the bloody old and new hatred, and thought that there would be endless talk about the bloody storm in the future—if anyone among Xu Qianqian, Jiang Luocheng, and Jinran couldn't hide his emotions a little bit, he would be caught by the crew. The staff saw that it was on a certain Ya 818, and it was another high-rise building by visual inspection.

At that time, I followed the clues and figured out that Jin Ran is a gay...

That picture is so beautiful.

As the manager who will probably have to rush to the front line to become the No. 1 manager, Fang Yu is uneasy at first—he is not too worried about this person's acting skills, but Xu Qianqian is a little girl , if you do something wrong that hurts Jinran, then maybe... After thinking about it, Fang Yu still raised his head and looked at Jinran: "Why don't we stop acting?"

"What?"

Jinran, who had had enough venting at the moment, was busy at the other end of the room, putting his torn proposal into the shredder——

"Act, why don't you act?"

"Then Jiang Luocheng and Xu Qianqian—"

"There are too many people I hate." Jin Ran cast a sideways glance at Mr. Manager, "If everyone asks to dodge, we can quit the circle directly. It's your first day as a manager?"

"..."

"So restless."

"..."

During the talk, Jinran had already changed into the costume—the silk Tang suit worn by the mouse in the play was worn on him, instantly turning this person living in modern times into a person who walked out of the picture scroll. A strong atmosphere of the times came over my face, I looked at it in front of the mirror and seemed to be quite satisfied with my appearance, so I left the manager who was still in a daze digesting the amount of information, and ran to the next door to find a makeup artist Makeup went.

And the complexion looks normal.

It was as if the conversation between the two just now had never existed at all.

When Fang Yu came to his senses, he ran into the dressing room next door in despair, and saw that his own cash cow was amused with the little makeup artist girl, compared to the hideous tearing up of the plan book next door with his bare hands. The black-haired young man looked approachable at the moment, with a gentle smile on his face, and when Fang Yu walked in, he lowered his voice and said in a nice voice: "Your crew don't have much meat in their lunch boxes? That's Director Jiang being stingy, I'll scold him for you in a while, and ask him to add meat to your lunch boxes—"

The little girl who was a make-up artist let out a chuckle and her flowers trembled wildly.

Fang Yu stood at the door and looked at the corners of his lips twitching. At this moment, he heard someone behind him asking him to "give way"—turning his head subconsciously, the first thing that caught his eye was a person's slender neck——the person who came was too Tall, Fang Yu is too short, Mr. Manager was taken aback for a moment, raised his head and looked up, after passing through various perfectly shaped facial features, he met a pair of azure blue pupils.

At this moment, the latter was looking down at him without any extra emotion in his eyes.

Seeing Fang Yu standing still, there was a trace of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he frowned slightly and repeated: "Let's go."

It was Jiang Chuan who came.

At this moment, he has already finished his makeup, he probably forgot something in the dressing room, so he came back to get it——Seeing Jiang Chuan's real face, Fang Yu understood that he was like a dog who saw ham sausage just now What exactly was the reason for the expression, she gave way to him with a blank face, watched him walk in in costume, and passed by Jin Ran who was painting eyebrows for the makeup artist——

In fact, there are still a few spare castings for the role of the little Taoist in this play—but the moment Fang Yu saw Jinran and Jiang Chuan appearing at the same time in the makeup mirror, he knew that if Jiang Luocheng's brain or eyes were fine , then the two male protagonists of this play have actually been decided.

Here, Jinran greeted Jiang Chuan with a smile—the latter was slightly taken aback when he heard someone calling his name, then turned his head and stared at the black-haired young man for a while, and then said with a paralyzed face He said, "It's you."

Everyone: "..."

No newcomer has ever been so calm when seeing a big star—so at this moment, the atmosphere in the dressing room froze for a while.

The smile on Jin Ran's face remained unchanged, she nodded and said, "It's me."

"What were you running for?" Jiang Chuan took his mobile phone and car keys from the sofa, and stuffed them into his pockets, "Afraid of me?"

Everyone: "..."

Sincerely: "?"

Standing behind Jinran, Jiang Chuan looked at the black-haired young man sitting in the chair from the mirror, his gaze stayed on the corner of the other's raised lips for a while, and suddenly asked: "Do you still remember the story I just told?"

I was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

"Why do you have to force yourself to smile when you're not happy? It's actually ugly to smile without smiling," Jiang Chuan said expressionlessly, "Dragon King."

Sincerely: "..."

The smile on Jin Ran's face twisted, and she almost didn't hang on.

Then the mobile phone in Jiang Chuan’s pocket rang, he took it out, looked at the caller ID and frowned, then went out to answer the phone—his voice is very nice, especially when he speaks German in such a voice When talking to the person on the phone...Jin Ran knew a little German, and he could tell that Jiang Chuan was asking what the other party was doing, and that he was busy—the tone and words were not polite.

After that, Jiang Chuan closed the door behind him, and he couldn't hear anything else.

After Jiang Chuan left, the people in the dressing room hadn't reacted yet, but the little girl who put on Jinran's makeup broke the deadlock first. She told Jinran that Jiang Chuan was of Chinese-German mixed race, and his grandmother was Russian. Came back from abroad... The meaning of these words is already very clear. Although Jin Ran has some popularity abroad, he is not as famous as Bruce Lee Juju, so it is normal for people to occasionally lose sight of Mount Tai.

Hearing the words, he didn't show that he cared about it, so he laughed and laughed and passed by.

Under his guidance, the awkward atmosphere in the dressing room finally relaxed again.

After the harmonious make-up time, I don’t know why the crew came to inform Jinran again because of some unexpected situation, so the photo shooting time was temporarily delayed for half an hour, so Jinran took her manager to the next door and closed the door Come for a small meeting—to put it simply, it’s actually the time for Mr. Yuan Jinran’s unilateral secret runaway—

"Fuck him! A little rookie, what the hell! You don't know how to sneer at me! You are so ugly that I am so heroic! You are not smiling! You are not happy! You are so ambitious-- No, you must let him see how powerful I am!"

"...What the hell does 'Dragon King' mean?" Fang Yu looked at the black-haired young man who was beating and beating violently while clutching the cushion, and said in distaste, "You are crazy."

"Overwhelm him, rape him, make him moan and cry under me begging me to let him not abandon him—"

"..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

"...Why are you excited? There are no newcomers, not to mention that they are... Hey, it's your first day in the entertainment industry?"

"..."

"So restless."

"Roar!"

"That's not what a mouse is called."

"To shut up!"