The enemy is catnip and I am a cat how to break [Entertainment circle]

The little assistant stammered, "This..."

He said uncertainly, "Liushen toilet water?"

"Liushen?" Si Jing asked suspiciously, "Does Liushen still have this taste?"

He wrinkled his nose, took a few more serious inhalations, then stretched out his hand, clattering through the storage compartment.The little assistant stood outside the car door and looked at him blankly, watching him dig out a plastic bottle for a long time and hand it to himself.

Assistant: "...?"

What is this for?

"I bought it." Si Jing leaned against the window and raised his chin lazily, "Go, pour me half a bottle."

"..."

The little assistant turned his head back speechlessly, poured out half a bottle of toilet water and handed it over.Si Jing opened the bottle, lay on his head, and twitched his nose vigorously to smell it for a while.

Sure enough, there is still that ecstasy smell.Although it was faint, his legs felt limp, and the roots of the hairy ears hidden on the top of his hair were also hot.

He randomly stuffed a few hundred-yuan bills into the little assistant, smelled the smell contentedly, and drove away. His eyes started to straighten when he smelled it while walking on the road, as if he had been drugged with excitement.He simply parked the car on the side of the road, wishing he could bury his face in the bottle and keep sucking.

I sucked in my legs and couldn't lift a little bit, and the accelerator was trembling and I couldn't press it down.The seat was flattened, and Si Jing lay on it, with stars spinning around in front of his eyes.

come!

Be merry!

Qian was held tightly by the little assistant, and when he got into the car, his head was still dazed.

……

What the hell is this?

The agent in the car asked: "It's solved? Did you see what the illegitimate fan looked like? Why did you come back to get toilet water just now?"

"..."

The assistant's expression was indescribable.

The manager frowned, "Why don't you speak?"

"See what it looks like," the assistant swallowed, and said dryly, struggling to find words, "It looks... quite familiar."

It is often seen on TV, and the name has been heard countless times.Zhenghong, seems to have a deep relationship with our family.

The manager frowned even more tightly.

"Sure enough, he is an old hand."

"No," the assistant said, feeling quite magical, "it's Si Jing."

"..."

Manager Fang Yuandao paused, then calmly said, "Who?"

"Who!!!"

At the same time, Yuan Fang's voice became louder.He paced back and forth in the office, and couldn't believe his ears, "No, Zuo Zhang, is this the person you want to replace?...Kan Ze?!"

The producer on the other end spoke intermittently, as if the signal was not good, "There is no other way. Now that Song Wenlun can't come on, we have to find someone to replace him, right? Kan Ze has finished the production ahead of time and is very popular. He joined in. The ratings can only go up, there is no way they can go down!"

"I know," Yuan Fang interrupted him, "but have you ever thought that we have made it clear that we don't want Kan Ze to join any of the works we collaborate on?"

He walked around two more times, and the anger in his heart was slowly rising, "Mr. Zhang, we don't want to see things develop like this."

Everyone in the circle knew that Si Jing and Kan Ze were serious rivals.

Although the pair of rivals had never actually met.

But this does not prevent their team and fans from being torn apart.Greeting each other's family is a common thing. Fans of both sides call each other the master of the opposite family so affectionately, "fujing" and "broken door".

"Your family's blurry scene has penetrated the center of the earth recently, right?"

"It's not as good as you breaking the door. It's so broken that you can't even build a house. Poor, poor."

If you see the billboard of the other party from a long distance, you have to avoid two streets to feel that your eyes are clean.

Yuan Fang hung up the phone and murmured, "It's over."

The feud between the two families was forged shortly after Si Jing debuted.

It's still an endorsement.

The new assistant had also heard about it, poured tea for Yuan Fang in fear, and asked, "Brother Yuan, is it really so serious?"

Yuan Fang drank it all in one gulp, smiled wryly, "You still don't know Si Jing's temperament..."

At this moment, Si Jing has turned into a ball of hair, struggling to get his round head into the plastic bottle.It hugged its two short legs vigorously, licked and sniffed, and the bottle was sticky with saliva. The cat and the bottle hugged each other tightly, and Gululu went to the side of the accelerator.

"I have a lot of self-esteem," Yuan Fang said, "and I hold grudges. Kan Ze stole his first endorsement. How could he not hold grudges?"

Although looking at it now, it was also because Si Jing's popularity was not as high as it is now that the merchant suddenly changed his mind at the last minute.But in Si Jing's eyes, that was almost the same as blatant betrayal.

He doesn't care much about endorsements.

But he cares about self-esteem.

Si Jing has a small mind, and this matter is on his side, that is, the dried fish that is full of mouth is robbed by other cats - if it is really a cat, there will definitely be a fight.

Where did the bear-hearted leopard come from, dare to snatch things from him?

Yuan Fang's face was full of sorrow, "Now, those paparazzi's headlines for a month may be lost."

Headlines like "Kan Ze and Si Jing fight on the spot" can be listed on the front page of the news.

The little assistant laughed dryly: "I can't really fight, can I?"

"..."

The little assistant was almost stunned, "Brother Yuan, brother Yuan, why don't you talk quickly?"

"……Yes."

After all, he was picked up from a grilled fish stall, and his temper is just like that of a barbecue. If he said it was explosive, it was really explosive.

The drunk Si Daxie turned into a human again, opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked towards Mr. Cui's house with distorted steps.It was getting dark gradually, and the number of pedestrians on the roads on both sides gradually decreased. Some malicious people saw that he was in good shape, his clothes and jewelry were also valuable, and he seemed drunk, so they wanted to coax people over.

"Little handsome guy, come and have a seat?"

Sure enough, the young man stopped and looked back at him.Those eyes were green like olives, shining brightly in the dark, very frightening.The man froze for a moment, but was startled, spat, and hurried away.

Si Jing groped for ten minutes before finding the villa he was looking for.

He was very excited at the moment, as if he had taken drugs, and wanted to vent all his emotions, he found a corner in a daze and turned into a cat again, and put his furry paws on the window sill.

With a slap, I didn't catch it well, but fell into a small and round cat cake on the grass, which smelled like grass.

He wasn't angry either, he just wagged his tail dizzily, only then remembered that his legs were too short to catch.

Then go the other way.

Si Jing started scratching at the door.

Mr. Cui's family has a cat. It is a fat orange that can almost look like Mount Tai. Hearing its movement, he came over tremblingly to help it. As soon as his fat body stood up and he twisted the handle, the door opened.The short-legged milk cat walked in with drunken steps and took a look.

There was chaos in the room right now.There were dusty rats running around with their long tails all over the place, and the hourly workers were screaming and jumping around on the ground.Si Jing was directly pushed on the head by the orange cat and went to the room on the second floor, waiting for someone to come back.

After a while, Mr. Cui's voice sounded, full of surprise and anger: "What is this!"

He is a rich man, and he has never caught a mouse, so he hurried over and went upstairs, and he was still lecturing, "Catch them quickly!... If you have money, do you have money?"

The big fat cat called Youcai had drooping eyebrows, and under the gaze of the short-legged milk cat's olive blue eyes, he dared not meow.

It could only watch Twoleg enter.

Si Jing happily licked his fur paw, eager to try it, as if he saw a large human-shaped cat scratching post.

Mr. Cui reprimanded: "Hurry up, what the hell are these—ah!"

The door was shut and there was a sudden scream.

Although Si Jing is a milk cat, he is a demon after all.What's more, in this darkness, the lights haven't been turned on yet, Mr. Cui can't see anything but his green eyes.

Something sharp was scratching at him, it was hairy, and it was rubbing around.He was so frightened that he screamed, but the door was locked, and no one outside could come in, so he could only beat on the door anxiously.

Si Jing scratched it cool, and sharpened his paws well, then stupefiedly opened the curtains, trying to get out of the window.After fluttering for a long time, he couldn't reach the edge of the window. The big orange cat couldn't see it, so he had to go forward, let him lie on his big head like a ball, and pushed him out at once.

Si Jing returned to the car, still twitching excitedly for a long time, lying under the car trembling.

Gee.

Fake alcohol kills cats.

He didn't receive a call from his manager until he woke up from the aftertaste the next day.As soon as the connection was made, Yuan Fang over there became alert and said, "Where have you been? I called you more than a dozen times."

Si Jing's hairy tail patted happily, "Go and have some fun."

Yuan Fang said: "Yesterday, President Cui called the police."

Si Jing's tail wagged even more, "Huh?"

"Rats have entered his house, and something is catching him," the agent said, full of suspicion, "Does this matter have anything to do with you?"

After asking, Yuan Fang also felt that there was something wrong with his mind.

The surveillance on the side of the villa was called out, and there was nothing abnormal.The road leading to the gate of the villa was covered by the shadow of trees in a small area. In such a dark place, only things the size of a palm can pass through. No matter how noisy Si Jing can be, he can't do it to this extent.

Si Jing stretched out his hand and hugged his big tail.

Hey.

He laughed foolishly, hooked off the plastic bottle on the bedside again, and sniffed it preciously.

Yuan Fang was still saying: "Let me tell you, that variety show has changed people now, you are a little bit mentally prepared—"

"Well," Si Jing casually agreed, and suddenly asked, "Yuan Fang, tell me, how many flavors does the Six Gods have?"

"……what?"

The manager was dumbfounded by the question, "Which Six God, sixgod, that toilet water?"

Si Jing hummed, "Is there a limited edition?"

"..." Yuan Fang was speechless, "A toilet water, can there be a limited edition?"

Si Jing couldn't hear at all, carefully licked the mouth of the bottle with his tongue, and came to a conclusion, "I think it might be made in France."

This pure aroma!

Manager: "Wake up, don't sleep, it's a serious domestic brand."

Si Jing didn't speak.

Yuan Fang had a bad premonition, and was about to interrupt, but he heard his own artist over there seriously ask: "Yuan Fang, how much money do I have now?"

Yuan Fang reported the number to him.

"Why, too few?" said the agent, "You will film well in the future, and there will be more."

"No," Si Jing said, "I want to buy a production line."

"..."

no--

buy what? ?

"Production line," Si Jing repeated, "Can you help me contact Liushen's boss?"

With this taste, I can exchange my one-year dried fish with him for a bottle!

It's an addictive taste for cats! !

The manager at the other end didn't speak for a long time, and then fell off the chair with a plop.

The author has something to say: Boss Si: (Crazy) Come on, be happy~~~

Kan Ze: Here we come.

Boss: ...

You don't come.

In my life, Si Jing, I have never said a word of begging, but——please.

TAT