Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

Being woken up in sleep is definitely not a pleasant experience. At this moment, after the phone rang countless times, Chen Lin finally grabbed the phone mutteringly, and yawned while answering, "Who... ..."

"Director Chen?" Dissatisfaction could be heard in the pleasant voice.

Chen Lin was still immersed in sleep and could not extricate himself, humming unhappily, "Who are you?"

"...is the general manager of my NPC, Du Yan."

It wasn't that little bastard... Chen Lin turned over in disappointment, buried his head in the pillow, "Oh, Du Yan."

"..." Du Yan scratched his desk hard twice, and asked calmly, "I want to know, has the actor who has been rumored with An Ran signed a contract with other companies?"

"Ah? Sign a contract? Where are the farmers of his kind of land going to sign the contract..." Chen Lin paused as he rubbed against the pillow, and jumped up from the bed suddenly, "NPC???"

"...so glad you remembered."

Chen Lin wiped his face in embarrassment, "I'm sorry I fell asleep just now... May I ask what Mr. Du can do for me?"

"About that rumored actor, my company intends to sign him. I wonder if Director Chen can bring him to N City?"

"Ah, this... In fact, he is not a real actor, but a local villager here. I don't know if he wants to sign the contract. More importantly, I have decided to continue to appoint Mr. An for this movie. He..."

"I've heard all this." Du Yan interrupted him, "As for the role in the movie, I will think of other ways. As long as he can come to N City, I will arrange everything for him."

Where did you hear that?

Chen Lin stared at the beeping phone in a daze.

Movie role...?Mo Bajue...? NPC company...? ! ! !

After pressing the phone, Du Yan smiled at the young man with his long legs crossed on his desk, "Is that all right?"

Mobile QQ made a timely beeping sound, "Haney ~ I'm going to your house tonight ~"

The young man lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, raised his eyelids and glanced at Du Yan, his fingers twitched quickly on the buttons, "Hey, wash it up and wait for me on the bed, remember to use more disinfectant."

After the other party sent a very shy kiss expression, the young man stood up leisurely, bowed exaggeratedly, and the open neckline immediately revealed a large piece of honey-colored skin, "Thank you, Mr. Du!"

"NICK." Du Yan leaned back leisurely, leaned on the back of the leather chair, looked at the young man's stubborn back and smiled, "Is there no other thank you gift? Anyway, I can count as collecting an older garbage for you."

The young man named NICK paused, squinted his eyes and let out a sneer, took out something from his pocket, and threw it in front of Du Yan, "It's your reward, don't look for it."

Du Yan caught it reflexively, and opened his hand to see, chewing gum.

Peel off the outer wrapping paper again, it's a sticky mess, tsk, I've eaten it.

Du Yan watched the young man stepping out of his office door, and teased, "I don't mind eating your saliva, but I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic."

NICK staggered as he stepped out of the door, and rolled his eyes back, "Keep away, you big M!"

While rubbing goosebumps all over his body, NICK stood under the NPC building, with the turbulent traffic in front of him. He chewed his gum and took out his phone. Just as he was about to dial out, the phone rang first. The music was Ann Burn this year's main piano piece, THETRUTH.

"WHO'SFU..."

"I don't care if you have incontinence, try FUCKing again?" The young man's voice was lifeless.

NICK was speechless for a while, "...everything is settled, why are you still acting like this?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The young man said irritably, "Tomorrow we will return to City N, and we will take him to you after the press conference."

"Didn't you say he refused to sign?"

"He'll figure it out."

"Well, no matter whether he is as good as you said or not, I don't mind wasting a lot of money for your company." NICK shrugged, "When will you come back? Your BT brother is going to make me vomit died."

"Wait slowly, come back after playing enough." The young man gritted his teeth as if thinking of something, "That idiot..."

NICK didn't need to think about it to know that the other party must be scolding the old, stupid, ugly, but sometimes damn cute Director Chen, and couldn't help but sneer, "It's not good to provoke anyone, but to provoke such a dull old man, your aesthetic has a problem."

The young man smiled sweetly on the other end of the phone, "I like his serious look when he is making movies, and he is also cute when he scolds."

NICK murmured with black lines all over his head, "You are really M..." Thinking of Du Yan's shameless words before leaving, NICK's face darkened, and he quickly added, "Your whole family is M enough."

The young man snorted contemptuously, "You may not be an S either."

"I..." NICK almost didn't mention it in one breath, "...FUCKYOU!"

The young people answered fluently, "Ohyes～Welcomenexttime～"

"..." NICK was shocked for a while, "You are such an M..."

"You really may not be an S..."

"I FUCK..."

"Oh..."

Passers-by continued to pass by NICK, and everyone stared in horror at his repeated curse words.

But in a remote small county hotel, the little assistant who had vented on others obviously became more angry, and her face became much ruddy.

It was past nine o'clock, and Mo Bajue had just been arranged by Chen Lin to drive his driver home to pick up his luggage to N City through a hidden passage, and he was probably on his way to the airport by this time.Even though he hasn't reconsidered himself, the little assistant believes that as long as he is brought to N City, he will always have a way to detain him.

Although Du Yan was not optimistic about this man who became popular through hype, the little assistant wanted to take a gamble.

Rather than saying it is an inexplicable attachment, it is better to explain it as he wants to achieve something in Mo Bajue. This kind of wish flashed through Chen Lin's body, but he never persisted thoroughly. Mo Bajue found hope in him.

Carving rough jade is addictive.

The little assistant dragged the suitcase to the door of the room, turned around and took a last look at the memories belonging to this small town - transparent sunlight, clear air, and free breathing.

If one day I get tired, maybe I can come back.

If you are lucky, there will be someone with you.

Because the whole crew went back to N City to hold a press conference, no matter how famous An Ran was, he had to take the economy class with everyone, but in order to achieve the effect of being aboveboard in the eyes of the masses, Mo Bajue and An Ran were deliberately arranged to sit together— —Anyway, public opinion guesses that Mo Bajue's background is not ordinary, so it is only natural to sit with the great god.

Mo Bajue had almost no luggage, he only carried a small suitcase, the kind that was too light to hook up a little finger, and he knew at a glance that he did not plan to live in N City for a long time, and sat on both sides of Chen Lin It was a rare time for his little assistant and Manager Shen to reach an unprecedented consensus - when they arrived in N City, they would detain him even if they died.

In fact, as the two giants in the domestic entertainment industry, the slightly more experienced A&M and the newly promoted NPC are taking different routes.

A&M devotes most of its energy to the film and television music industry, and is well versed in hype and popularity. Its artists are also known for their cheeks. As long as they are not particularly stupid, they can tailor a suitable route, and even Many singers, even if they were judged to have a bad voice when they first debuted, they can still sell millions of albums when they release their albums.

But NPCs are different. They mainly focus on variety shows. Most of them are famous mouthpieces who are articulate and have a sharp temperament. There are also actors and singers, most of whom are powerful. It is said that Yan Nuo, a popular idol who is reluctant to be called a heavenly king with An Ran.

If the little assistant had taken a fancy to Mo Bajue's eye-catching temperament and surprising articulateness from the very beginning, what Shen Cheng fell in love with was Mo Bajue's ability to absorb everyone's softest side inadvertently.

Few people can maintain a kind of innocence in the messy entertainment circle, but in fact there is such a kind of person, his every move will be involuntarily convincing, and in front of him, he can't even utter a bad word.

Mo Bajue is far from reaching that level, but he definitely has that kind of strength.

What he needs is experience and refinement.

At the same time, he withdrew his gaze from Mo Bajue, and inadvertently made eye contact. Shen Cheng responded with a decent smile, and then turned his gaze to Chen Lin who was beside him.

Chen Lin's complexion was not very good, probably due to lack of sleep, two large shadows cast under his eyes, he looked a little depressed, but when he looked closely, he found that even at the age of 35, his skin was still very delicate, Compared with many artists without makeup, it is even worse, but the skin color is too white, a little unhealthy, and the body is thin, with a deep and attractive arc sunken down from the collarbone.

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows, he had known him for quite a long time, but he had never had any in-depth contacts before, so he hadn't paid attention to this unattractive man. Looking back now, it seems that he has never seen his face glow with a color similar to a blush. , can't help but raise your finger to touch it.

Snapped.

Feilai suddenly stretched out a hand from the back of Chen Lin's head, and suddenly grabbed him to the left, forcing him to lean against him.

Shen Cheng's fingers froze in the air, and the little assistant didn't even look at him, so he took the water glass and brought it to Chen Lin's mouth very naturally, "It will make you feel better after drinking it."

"Ahhh, why do humans invent airplanes..." Chen Lin wearily rested his forehead on the assistant's shoulder, and took a sip of water from his hand, "It's really devastating, devastating..."

No amount of resentment could be expressed in the face of the patient. The little assistant smiled wryly and wiped his face with a hot towel, "I said I took the train."

"But there are free drinks on the plane, are there any on the train? There are free meals on the plane, are there any on the train? There are free beauties on the plane, are there any on the train?"

... The more you say it, the more unreliable it is.

The little assistant was speechless, "There is your vomit on the plane, is there any on the train?"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Lin's cheeks puffed up in an instant, and the little assistant pushed his head to the right with quick eyes and hands, crashing——

With a livid face, Shen Cheng looked at Chen Lin's head, which was lying between his pants legs and vomited endlessly. He held his breath for a long time, wanted to vent but couldn't find a way, and turned his big hand over Chen Lin's head, but couldn't do it. In the end, he had no choice but to mechanically pat him on the back. His normally carefree face could no longer maintain a smile, so he turned around and gritted his teeth, "What do you mean?"

The corner of the young man's mouth curled up, and he smiled apologetically, "Sorry, I made a mistake in the direction..."

Just as Shen Cheng was about to speak, he heard him add, "Fortunately, there are new surprises."

Chen Lin vomited enough and was gently cleaned up by the young man and pulled into his arms again. His eyes were already dizzy. Shen Cheng lowered his head and looked at his filthy trousers. He clenched his fists tightly and loosened them. Finally, when he stared at Chen Lin's innocent side face, it turned into an oath——

I will definitely get it back ten times, no, a hundred times...

on the bed.

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Compared to the noise on the other side, An Ran's place is deadly silent.

It was the first time for Mo Bajue to fly on a plane, but he had no interest in looking at it at all. When he got to his seat, he leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. The first time I opened my mouth, I didn't have a chance to speak, and my face became even more stinky.

Xiao Wu, who was sandwiched between them like this, looked even more pitiful. He took a deep breath after a long while, turned his head to Mo Bajue and laughed, "That... the weather is really nice today..."

Mo Bajue glanced at him lightly, then looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, "Well, it's quite cool."

...Recalling the bleak autumn wind before boarding the plane, Xiao Wu tightened his coat, and turned to please An Ran again, "A plane with a master is different, and I haven't even encountered turbulence along the way..."

Rumbling--

The plane began to tremble violently, the broadcast started, and the beautiful voice of the stewardess informed everyone that it is now entering a strong airflow zone...

An Ran stared at him expressionlessly, "Believe it or not, if you talk nonsense again, I'll throw you out of the plane."

Xiao Wu pursed his mouth, "Have you thrown it before?"

An Ran said, "No."

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

Soon the air flow became stable, and he was going to get up to go to the bathroom. When he squeezed past the Great God, he heard him say, "You are the first."

Xiao Wu paused, and under the stern gaze of the Great God, he wanted to cry without tears, "I am a child who has not gone to school and has no education, please ignore me..."

After Xiao Wu left, he refused to come back. While Shen Cheng was cleaning his pants in the bathroom, he took his seat and stayed by his director's side, refusing to leave.

So there were only two people left here, one side was full of murderous intent, and the other side opened the protective cover inadvertently, making every hidden weapon of the other party hit the cotton.

After being silent for a while, An Dashen finally couldn't bear the feeling of being ignored, "cough cough."

Mo Bajue propped his chin and looked out the window without moving.

An Ran stared and raised his voice, "Cough, cough!"

Mo Bajue finally turned his head and asked doubtfully, "Why are you sitting here?"

Getting along during this period has greatly improved An Dashen's psychological endurance, and he can barely control his expression from being so ferocious, "I've been sitting here all the time."

Mo Bajue frowned and recalled, "Oh."

Turned around again.

...what is... oh?

An Ran looked at the graceful jaw grinding his teeth, wishing he could pounce on it and take a bite, "Hey, what's there to see outside?"

"It's nothing."

"Then why do you keep looking outside?"

Mo Bajue was provoked by his persistent harassment and finally turned around, looking at him strangely, "Of course it's because there is nothing to see inside."

"..." An Ran's expression seemed to have eaten a hundred flies, "You mean... I'm ugly?"

Probably because An Ran's expression was too terrifying at the moment, Mo Bajue finally realized that he had said something wrong, and explained in a rare way, "I mean, I don't want to see you."

So... still unsightly.

The veins on An Ran's forehead twitched, his left hand scratched the plaster unconsciously, one after another, his mind was completely blood red: should we just throw him out of the plane, or we will die together...

Keng!

The machine body shook violently again, paused for a moment, followed by a violent and strong vibration.

The oxygen mask above the seat came down at the same time, and the stewardess tried her best to calmly explain the danger of the current strong air flow and the safe sitting posture in the broadcast, and the passengers immediately started screaming and crying.

"Fuck!" An Ran's head slammed into the front seat, but was bound by the seat belt, and bounced back heavily on the seat back, "What a fucking bad luck!"

Mo Bajue steadied his body amidst the violent turbulence, but there was no panic on his face, he just looked at An Ran with deep frown.

Due to the injury, An Ran couldn't fully maintain the balance of his body. Under the powerful tremors, he hit the plastered right arm many times. The pain caused him to gasp for air, and his face was panicked, "Damn it!"

Xiao Wu, who was clutching the back of the chair tightly, shivered suddenly, and intuitively guessed that the damned person must be himself, but it was too late to think about it at this time, so he had to keep chanting God bless the Virgin Mary and Buddha's mercy Ami tofu...

An Ran only felt that his chest was about to be crushed, and he couldn't get the oxygen mask because of the injury. In the confusion, he grabbed a hand next to him uncomfortably, and opened his mouth to speak, but his voice couldn't even speak He couldn't send it out, and his face began to turn pale.

Damn... both die together, this time we really will die together.

His mind is full of random things.

Xiao Xiaowai's confused smiling face, his parents on overseas vacation, a few unfinished songs... and this damn gentle and damn nasty idiot beside him...

Everything in the brain was played back and forth like a movie film, completely unaware that the hand I was holding had forcibly turned his face around, and the oxygen mask was also buckled on his face. The breath was introduced continuously, and immediately, he was embraced into a firm embrace that exuded warmth.

An Ran suddenly regained consciousness.

This, this is... Mo Bajue? !

Panic and frustration disappeared instantly, An Ran's head was pressed on the man's chest, but his eyes were staring in shock.

An Ran thought dully, this guy looks only a little taller than me, and his chest muscles are so well developed.

The big hand pressing the back of his head gradually relaxed, and he heard Mo Bajue's deep voice gently entering his ears, "Relax, it's okay."

The scorching breath beat against his ear, the straight bridge of his nose brushed against his white earlobe, his voice was indifferent but extremely gentle.

... An Ran suddenly wanted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming, otherwise why would he suddenly feel at ease in another man's arms as a big man.

Don't worry...what a ghost!

An Ran thumped desperately, thinking angrily in his heart, Lao Tzu is TOP, Lao Tzu is TOP, Lao Tzu is TOP!

If you want to press, I will press him!

The rejecting arm was grabbed violently, and his strong fingers tightened, trapping An Ran tightly in his arms. Mo Bajue rested his chin on the top of his soft hair, and closed his eyes leisurely and calmly. Said, "Be honest, or I will throw you out."

Is this the only way you can scare people? !

An Dashen, who was determined to be TOP, stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed all his strength.

His anger froze at the vulgar threat.