What about actor?

To be honest, Brother Xu's Tiida was only 20 yuan at most, but Shi Feng felt that Han Yanran should pay that much.

Not only did he look down on this person, but he also wanted to make him suffer.

"You know, the money is in place, and I won't announce it tonight."

Han Yanran clenched his fists tightly, stared at Shi Feng for more than ten seconds, and then approached him with a rebellious face, "Yes, you are very good."

He always does things as he pleases, and he suffered such a big loss for failing to achieve his goal tonight, so he has to bear it no matter how angry he is.

"I'll transfer the money to your account tomorrow." After speaking, he returned to the car and slammed the door shut.

Shi Feng showed his white teeth in a smile, but his face was full of sarcasm, "Remember to find someone to clean up this place before the traffic police come."

"C***!" Han Yanran couldn't help cursing at last, and drove away like the wind on the accelerator.

Shi Feng watched the beautiful sapphire blue Range Rover disappear, turned around, and flipped through the photos on his phone.

All the details that should be taken are clearly taken. Satisfied, Shifeng backed up all the photos and stopped a taxi by the side of the road.

It was already very close to Zhao Taiming's home here, and not long after, Shifeng got off the car in an old residential building.

This area is full of houses that are about to be demolished, and the layout is in a mess. It took him a long time to find the house number 392.

After calming down, Shi Feng raised his hand and knocked on the wooden door in front of him.

"Is anyone here."

It was quiet inside the door, without a single sound, as if no one lived there at all.

Shi Feng frowned, and continued to knock for more than ten seconds.

There were gradually rustling noises inside, only to hear a man swearing and walking over with restless steps to open the door.

"Who! Don't sleep at night to make a fool of yourself..."

The words were blocked, Zhao Taiming opened his shocked eyes and forgot to move, when he realized that he was about to close the door, Shi Feng kicked his long legs, and directly stuck him tightly, preventing him from closing it.

"Yo, did it disturb your lucid dream?" Shi Feng tilted his head, and the smell of strong alcohol oncoming made his brain ache.

Zhao Taiming seemed to have just woken up, and he hadn't exhausted all his strength yet, so Shi Feng took the opportunity to kick it open, almost breaking the crumbling door.

Zhao Taiming couldn't hold back and fell into a panic, scratching the few dry hairs on his head angrily, "What are you doing here! You perverted bastard! Do you still want to attack my daughter! Believe it or not!" Sue you!"

"Okay, how about going through the old accounts in court by the way."

Shi Feng looked down at him, with no expression on his face, "Also, I won't be so stupid as to do it again."

Hearing this, Zhao Taiming did become a little flustered, his eyes wandered here and there, as if he was thinking of a way to deal with it.

"Don't worry, let's have a chat." Shifeng walked into the house by himself, looked around and found that there was no clean place to sit, he stood still and said, "If you want to clarify what happened four years ago, I won't tell you. How about it."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Taiming instantly swept away the nervousness on his face just now.

He stood up with a sneer, and even patted the ashes on his buttocks.

"Clarification, what are you kidding?" He spoke with a strong local accent, and when facing Shi Feng, he was even unwilling to speak Mandarin, "It's impossible in this life."

It stands to reason that for a person like Zhao Taiming, he must first get some benefit before he can clarify, but Shi Feng didn't expect him to reject it so cleanly.

"Did the person who bribed you back then buy you a small island?" Shi Feng was furious, "Is it worth working so hard for him?"

Zhao Taiming took out a lighter from his trousers pocket, lit a low-quality cigarette, and said, "You bastard, I made it easy for you before, and I just got a little hush money."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Taiming looked at Shi Feng vigilantly again, fearing that he might be holding a recording pen in his hand.

Shi Feng panicked with chest tightness, but still suppressed the urge to punch Zhao Taiming, "So, you don't accept any negotiation."

Zhao Taiming exhaled pungent smoke rings, coughed a few times, "Get lost after talking."

He knew that Shi Feng had to find a breakthrough from himself if he wanted to clarify, so he spoke a little recklessly.

Shi Feng was silent, stared at him for a long time, and said: "How much money that person gave you, I will give you double."

Of course, this sentence was intended to bluff Zhao Taiming. If he wanted to test the other party, it was naturally the most appropriate to use this kind of words.

"Ha." Zhao Taiming seemed to feel complacent that others asked him for something, and took another puff of cigarette, "You can't talk about it if you give me 1000 million, get out!"

Very good, don't eat hard or soft.

Shi Feng pursed his lips even tighter.

In this case, it should be that Zhao Taiming signed some agreement while trading with the other party. The so-called hush money should also be a large sum, but Zhao Taiming has gambled all of it in the past few years.

Shi Feng finally came out of Zhao Taiming's house with a cold face.

It was approaching eleven o'clock, and the temperature at night was even lower. He walked slowly on the side of the deserted road, rubbing his hands from time to time, and letting out a sigh of relief.

It would be a lie to say that he is in a good mood, but Shi Feng is now able to see through it, at least things have not reached the point of hopelessness.

He walked for 10 minutes in the cold wind, deciding when he would spare time to visit Zhao Xiaoxi, maybe it would be a new breakthrough.

If that little girl is still easy to deal with.

The production crew is still busy, and Shi Feng is gradually adapting to this atmosphere. He puts all his efforts into each scene without procrastination, and the overall progress is fast-paced. According to visual estimates, it will be officially completed in the next month.

"This taste is not bad." Qi Mo picked out the fattest piece of chicken in the pot, and put it in the Shifeng bowl after changing hands.

Also, eating with Qi Mo every day also got used to it.

"Well, actually, you don't need to clip it for me, I will..."

Qi Mo looked like he didn't understand, "It's not just for you, it's just not to my liking."

"All right……"

Since the last time he ate Qi Mo's meal by himself, every time he took a break, he would hook his fingers and let Shi Feng go over to eat together.

He put all the dishes that he didn't like, too spicy, or hard to chew into Shifeng's lunch box, and he didn't put away his chopsticks until a hill was piled up.

His mouth is simply too picky, and he doesn't eat this or that, but the taste is actually very good.

Shi Feng felt that this way of eating was very strange, the other party kept pinching him, and he just focused on eating hard, like a pig waiting to be fed every day, or a domesticated one.

"From tomorrow onwards, I won't come to eat lunch." Shi Feng took a peek at Qi Mo's expression, and tried his best to say it tactfully, "I won't be used to eating boxed lunches anymore, and it's not good for others to see it."

After hearing this, Qi Mo pondered for a long time and said, "Just have a meal, where can we go?"

When the wind was at a loss for words, Qi Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at him for a few seconds, then leaned back on the chair and looked at his phone, "It's just right if you're not used to eating, come and cook the leftovers for me every day."

But in fact, the one who ate leftovers was more like Qi Mo himself.

His appetite is always very light, and no one reminds him that he can not eat for a whole day when he is busy. He only has a little bit of interest when he eats with Shifeng.

"Do you know that you are very suitable for eating and broadcasting?"

Shi Feng blinked his puzzled eyes, and swallowed the last thing in his mouth: "Do I look very edible?"

"Eating and broadcasting is not just about stimulating people's appetite by eating."

"Then what can I rely on?"

rely on the face.

Qi Mo was afraid that Shi Feng would really not come in the future, so he still restrained himself from saying these two words.

After eating, there was still 10 minutes of rest time. Shifeng was a little sleepy, so he sat on a chair and took a nap.

It was too cold, he shrank his head, but still felt that it was not warm enough.

When his consciousness gradually became blurred, he suddenly felt his body warm up, like lying on a bed covered with a thick plush quilt.

When the wind stopped moving, he fell asleep comfortably.

When he opened his eyes, it was the staff who woke him up.

"Wake up, it's time to start work."

Shi Feng let out a bewildered cry, and only when he lowered his eyes did he see someone's down jacket covering his body.

The Moncler brand cost tens of thousands, no wonder he didn't feel cold at all just now.

"Who is this..."

The staff member who woke him up seemed very busy. Before Shi Feng finished speaking, his back was running away. Shi Feng was stunned, and smelled some familiar marine perfume on the tip of his nose.

This smell...

When Shi Feng raised his head, he happened to be facing Qi Mo who was arranging his hair in the distance.

The other party didn't move at all, took a look and quickly moved away, as if the down jacket had nothing to do with him.

The distance is too far away, even the expression can't be seen clearly, but Shi Feng just thinks that the curvature of Qi Mo's lips should be quite soft.

Thinking of this, Shi Feng withdrew his gaze, scratched his ears unnaturally, and gently put the down jacket on the chair.

Always felt……

Shifeng secretly observed the direction of the other party with his peripheral vision.

Qi Mo is different from before.