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

Seeing nothing unusual, Si Jing put down the curtains again.Just smelling the aroma, I couldn't help taking a few deep breaths.After a while, the steps came closer again.

Inhale every day, happy like a fairy!

Even work seems motivated!

On the same day, there was a good news, and the studio worked hard to win the endorsement of the previous famous watch for Si Jing.It's just that due to the collapse of the last cooperation talk, he is no longer the only spokesperson for the China region, and another artist has also become a joint spokesperson.

It was none other than Song Wenlun.

Speaking of which, Si Jing and Song Wenlun's fate is also very deep, but there has been no chance to cooperate.The two were expected to co-star in the movie, but they ran aground due to project approval reasons; Song Wenlun was injured again in the later variety show shooting opportunity, and had to lie in bed for several months.Kan Ze took his place and came to the rescue temporarily and became a regular guest on the show.

Now that they have become a joint spokesperson, it can be regarded as a rare cooperation.

The ad case was handed over a few days later.On the shooting scene, Si Jing saw Song Wenlun for the first time, and he was really like what his fans praised, with delicate features and a small dimple when he smiled, exuding a youthful feeling.

Song Wenlun was already sitting in the dressing room, when he saw him coming, he quickly stood up, "Brother Si."

Si Jing raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

Song Wenlun let the make-up artist play with his hair, twisted his body, and talked to Si Jing, "I've always wanted to cooperate with Si Ge, and finally I have a chance." He blinked his dark eyes, and laughed again , "I heard that Brother Si changed companies before?"

Si Jing raised his eyelids, glanced at him, and said slowly: "I thought you were in the hospital at that time, so you could pay attention to these things unexpectedly."

The smile on Song Wenlun's face froze, and after a while, he smiled again.

"It's a big deal," he said, "how can you not know?"

Si Jing didn't say anything more.

He took the solo shot first, and after finishing his makeup, he got up first.Yuan Fang followed behind him, couldn't help frowning, and quietly lowered his voice while no one was around: "Be careful."

The words were vague and did not clearly say what to pay attention to, but the assistant and Si Jing already knew it well.

Song Wenlun's current position was a bit embarrassing.

To put it nicely, it means having potential, having a future, and having the possibility of development; to put it bluntly, it means that the popularity has declined, and it is not as good as before.

Especially in the past two months, variety shows have gone out one after another. There is no shortage of good-looking young people. Song Wenlun made his debut through variety shows at the beginning, and gained a reputation as a national school grass. That's when he started to become popular, but now he misses it. Having joined a popular variety show and being squeezed by newcomers, his foothold has been greatly reduced.Although he has only been away for a few months, the entertainment industry is changing so fast day and night, how can he be the same as when he was admitted to the hospital?

Yuan Fang whispered: "I have already asked, his manager is a ruthless character, I am afraid the asking price is lower than Ming Lang."

Qingming is already considered the third line, and the situation is clear.

It turned out that relying on low-price competition in order to win an endorsement.

Si Jing adjusted the strap on his hand and narrowed his eyes.

What did that sentence say?

- Barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

Cooperation is afraid of this kind of lack of enthusiasm nowadays.Because no matter whether it is scolding or complimenting, the other party will accept everything according to the order, desperately wanting to return to the view of netizens again.

It's just that Si Jing is never worried about this kind of monster.

If someone flapped their wings blindly under his nose to act as a fluttering moth—then he didn't mind telling the other party what courting death was.

The fluttering moth came out soon, and the two stood in front of the camera and took pictures separately.They are all veterans and don't need much guidance. Si Jing's Martin boots are tied up to the calf, and they creak on the ground.He has long legs, riding on a heavy motorcycle, his eyes are slightly drooping, and he is wearing a dark embroidered baseball jersey. When he stands there, he is a living painting, so evil.

The leaves of the catnip being carried stretched forward a lot, and they were almost bent over and fell down. The leaves twisted in unison, facing Si Jing.

Not to mention the on-site staff, even Yuan Fang, who has been with him for so long, has never seen this master so...

so……

He didn't know how to describe it for a while, and it took a long time for him to hold back four words from his heart.

Furious.

If Si Jing heard this word, he would definitely come up and scratch him.

The photographer obviously also loves his wild posture, and the compliments in his mouth almost never stop, opening his mouth is a long string of rainbow farts.

"Very well! Are your eyes God-kissed? Oh, look, how they shine!"

"Your leg, it looks like Michelangelo chiseled it out with a hammer!"

Boss Si: "Mi——"

Mi what?

"Perfect, that's it!" The photographer turned his head and commanded after running out of film, "There's no need to change clothes, just mess up the hair on his forehead—forget it, I'll come—"

He ran forward with small steps, and carefully stroked the broken hair on Si Jing's forehead with one finger, letting it fall looser.He glanced back and praised, "Perfect."

Boss Si was so overwhelmed by this long series of cat farts, he came down and said to Yuan Fang, "This man has good eyesight and great taste."

Yuan Fang rolled his eyes to the ceiling.

Hearing boasting about himself, he said that he had a good vision. Who are these people?

The filming of Song Wenlun also ended soon after.The stylist took them to change clothes again, and the next step was to shoot together.

Yuan Fang has seen the script of the original plan. The brand wants to show the freshness and elegance of water and the wildness of fire in one advertisement, so as to declare that their watches are suitable for men of any temperament.The screen design is quite beautiful, and the background and colors are well chosen, but when the two of them stood in front of the camera, almost everyone felt that it was inconsistent——

This is not right.

The cameraman adjusted the aperture, and now the rainbow farts could no longer come out. He directed: "Wen Lun move a little further, yes, a little more to the right."

He looked down at the camera again, and the first thing he saw was still Si Jing standing lazily with his pockets in his pocket.This man is like a magnet, firmly attracting everyone's attention. His clothes are half loose and his eyebrows are slightly raised, making people only look at him.

He didn't notice anyone beside him at all.

It's not obvious to shoot separately, such a shot, the momentum is simply crushing.The photographer moved the location and tried to take a few photos, but he was not satisfied.

The atmosphere at the scene froze, and the photographer was silent for a moment, then stood up, "I'm going to discuss it with Brother Zhao."

Brother Zhao is the supervisor of the product department.

Song Wenlun's dimples are still there, but it's not like honey, but like coptis instead.He said, "Brother Si is really amazing."

Si Jing opened his mouth and was about to answer yes, Yuan Fang knew his temperament, so he tugged him vigorously, and smiled politely in front of him.

"Where there is nothing, our Si Jing still has a lot to learn from you."

He dragged the people to the lounge, barely having fun with Song Wenlun's manager.As soon as the door was closed, Si Jing showed his true colors, staring at him rather unwillingly, "What can I learn from him?"

I know I am great!

Si Daxie's tail was almost up to the sky, and he couldn't wait to praise him.Yuan Fang patted him, indulgently took out a few vacuum-packed spicy dried fish from his bag, and handed it to him as a reward.

Si Jingmei happily unwrapped the packaging bag, took one bite at a time, Yuan Fang felt a toothache just looking at the food, he couldn't help touching his own face, and then went to touch Si Jing's.

Just this face.

It's the same meat, why doesn't it cause acne?

Si Jing's cheeks puffed out from being pinched, but he didn't stop chewing in the slightest.After swallowing it down, I looked at him, "What's the wind?"

Yuan Fang stared at him with envy and hatred, "I found out that you are born to eat this bowl of rice."

There is no need to learn, it is naturally attractive.This charm is something that others cannot imitate even if they want to, as if it is innate and unique.

Could it be that God really opened his eyes only when he was pinching the tyrant in this circle, as Si Jing's fans said?

Si Jing raised his eyelids.

"I know, you've said that once."

I said it when we first met.

"I praise you too much?"

Yuan Fang squeezed his face even harder. Although the boss Si is not very good-tempered, he is just an outsider.To his own people, he still has a little problem of being coquettish and foolish, lazily closing his eyes half-closed, allowing him to squeeze himself into a squirrel with swollen cheeks, and of course went to his bag to touch the dried fish to open it.

The catnip was carried by the little assistant and put into the lounge again. At this moment, two tender green buds also quietly stretched out. The leaves poked towards Si Jing, as if staring intently. After a while , the two buds intertwined together, secretly rubbed the air.

It looks soft to the touch.

Ok……

The buds squeezed the air again and again, and looked at the leaves eagerly.

Yuan Fang pinched it with his left hand, and it shook the leaves on the left.

Yuan Fang squeezed with his right hand, and it shook the leaves on the right.

Yuan Fang moved his hands together, and it followed the rhythm to pinch the air, loosening and closing the leaves.

Yuan Fang was still pinching his face, but now he finally let go.The force was light, and Si Jing's face was only a little red, like a blush.

The staff knocked on the door to call them, and they couldn't help being stunned when they saw Si Jing with flushed cheeks.

The photographer touches his chin.The person in charge of the product group also came over and saw the two people's shooting status with his own eyes. After a moment of silence, he came to a conclusion.

"The two are responsible for wearing a collection each."

There are two new series launched this season. The staff looked at each other and asked in a low voice, "Brother Zhao, who wears the cheetah?"

The leader's jaw tightened.After a while, he said, "Just Si Jing."

This is considered settled.

When Si Jing heard the notice, he didn't think there was anything wrong, but Yuan Fang's heart skipped a beat.If this kind of brand launches multiple series at the same time, it will definitely have the main focus of this season.At that time, advertising distribution, publicity costs, publicity plans... will definitely be different, and the main focus will definitely have an advantage in these.

Si Jingdai's is the flagship.

When they met again, as expected, Manager Song Wenlun's face froze.The greetings were also in a hurry, and they dragged their artistes out.

Yuan Fang finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing that the other party hadn't planned to find trouble yet.

He turned his head and said to Si Jing, "I'll go out later and have a meal with the people in the studio, Si Jing—hey, Si Jing?"

His voice suddenly rose an octave, "What kind of expression do you have?"

Si Jing just raised his head from the catnip.At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her legs were trembling, and she couldn't walk smoothly. She tremblingly supported the wall with one hand, "Come and help me, I seem to have seen heaven."

Yuan Fang: "..."

Is this really any good?

Do you really take bonsai as medicine?

If this is filmed, no one will believe that you are smoking weed - it looks like you are taking drugs, so it is an addiction scene, okay!

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Seven o'clock in the evening, studio dinner.

The location is a restaurant I often go to, and I opened a large private room with two tables.The waiter is a fan of Si Jing, adhering to his professionalism, and he was embarrassed to ask someone for an autograph, but when he led the person to the box, his eyes couldn't help falling on him.Si Jing noticed it, raised his eyes, and bowed at her.

The little girl blushed immediately, and covered her mouth with her hand, unable to speak a word.

In fact, the bottom of my heart has already started to growl loudly.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

My baby! ! !

Look at your mommy who works hard every day, mommy loves you!

Si Jing simply took off his mask, "So nervous?"

The pro-mother fan was panicked and excited at the same time, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally choked out a few words, "I'm afraid to disturb you."

Si Jing lowered his eyes again, and the waiter heard him whisper, "That's it."

It seems that he can't sign it anymore. Although it's a pity for his mother's fans, he doesn't want to disturb his private time.Suddenly, Si Jing took out a pen, wrote her name on a napkin, handed it to her, and asked, "Then can I bother you?"

The mother fan held the napkin and almost cried.

her son—

Her son is so nice!

Si Jing stepped in.The staff inside were already full, and they felt a little uneasy when they saw him.

Apparently, the lingering lingering feeling of treating him as a villain at the beginning still hasn't passed, and I still feel ashamed when I think about it.

Yuan Fang greeted everyone and looked up at the location.

Oh heh.

All the other chairs are occupied, only the one next to Kan Ze is empty.

Of course he couldn't sit next to Kan Ze himself, so he quickened his pace and sat down on a chair a little distance away from Kan Ze, without looking sideways.

Si Jing, who was thinking about staying away from the humanoid six gods: "..."

He had no choice but to sit next to Kan Ze aggrievedly, holding his breath quietly.

Humanoid Six Gods will not become addictive just because you smoke too much.

On the contrary, it's like wine, the more it tastes, the more fragrant it becomes - now it smells like it's been fermented, and the aroma becomes more mellow and lingering, pouring into the nose continuously.It doesn't smell good.

If it weren't for the exercise of smoking catnip every day, I would really be unable to sit still.

Si Jing moved his body and sat down vigorously when no one was looking, to make sure that there was no tail sitting underneath.

A few bottles of wine were opened on the table, but Si Jing didn't touch them at all, and the chopsticks were only caught between several plates of fish.On the contrary, Yuan Fang was secretly surprised when he looked at it, who ordered this dish, the table was full of seafood, this is not the seaside, what kind of whole fish feast is there?

There are oysters and shrimps, and the fish is made in five or six ways, and the table is full of fresh seafood.Si Jing stretched out his chopsticks, and put the largest piece of braised fish in braised sauce on his plate, his round eyes sparkled.

Kan Ze put his hand on the table and turned the table around.

The steamed fish also arrived in front of him.

As soon as Si Jing raised his eyes and saw the steamed one again, he raised his chopsticks again and picked up a large piece of tender meat from the belly of the fish.

Kan Ze stared at him for a while, then turned the table around and turned the fish cake soup around.

Other people holding chopsticks high on the table: "..."

Does this prevent people from having a good meal?

But it was the boss who picked up the food, and the others were employees, so he had to swallow his anger and take advantage of the gap between stops.The lights outside were gradually turned on, and the cups were being exchanged on the table, Si Jing didn't drink, and was really overwhelmed by the aroma, so he went out of the box door to get some air.

There was a balcony on the second floor. He opened the door and stood alone in the darkness.Leaning against the railing, the human figures are blurred by the darkness, only the eyes can still see clearly.

Like two black pearls soaked in mercury, clean.

Si Jingfa was stunned for a while, but suddenly saw a familiar figure passing downstairs, and after another look, it was Chen Caicai.

Chen Caicai?

He stared fixedly for a while, his eyes fell on the other's shoulder, seeing that she was about to go far away, he gritted his teeth and looked around.

no camera.

The next second, the short-legged cat landed on the ground with a puff, biting its scattered clothes, struggled to climb up the outer unit of the air conditioner, and jumped into the enclosed small flower bed.It found a hidden place, piled up the clothes, and then, taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, it quickly ran down the stairs and ran all the way in the direction Chen Caicai was walking.

Chen Caicai's high-heeled shoes didn't walk fast, they walked slowly.Si Jing followed suit, sticking his hairy head out from behind the wall vigilantly, staring at her.

What the hell is going on with this man?

The puzzlement in his heart has been there for a long time, but after a while, he saw other figures also sneaking around.Si Jing recognized it, and stepped forward to paw the cat.

Sure enough, he was the one who sent them here, and the blue cats and English short Chinese gardens were sitting in a row, and now they were sent out collectively as little detectives.

"Meow!"

Where did you come from?

The leading blue cat respectfully said, "It's from her house."

Ying Short added: "She answered the phone!"

Zhonghua Tianyuan scorned: "Twolegs like to play with that little thing. My master knows to look at that little screen every day, and he doesn't even know that I ran out..."

This topic can arouse the common language of the cats, and the other cats immediately meowed in agreement, and the meows kept coming and going.

"Yes, yes!"

"Aren't I his cutie? Isn't he my shit shoveler?"

"Does he love me or his phone?"

"..."

The short-legged cat had a tiger face, and gave each cat a paw majesticly.

"Off topic!"

Is it still okay? Meowing is so loud, are you waiting for Chen Caicai to turn around and spread you all into cat cakes!