Star Road: Peasants Attack the City

No matter how the company arranges, hosts or downshifts, it is the same for Mo Bajue. The only difference is that he sleeps less and less. Fortunately, he has gotten used to it in the army for many years. It is not a particularly painful thing to get up early and stay late .

In the morning, I woke up naturally when it was almost time. I looked at the clock, and it was only a little after 05:30. Brother Mo took a shift today, and the snoring sound could be heard across the living room.

Woke up and went into the kitchen lightly, put the japonica rice into the pot to cook, glanced at the grass carp brought back by brother Mo yesterday from the corner of the eye, and took care of it, then went to the bathroom to wash up.

The bathroom seemed a bit narrow for a man who is over 180 cm tall. After washing his face, Mo Bajue sighed at the pile of skin care products NICK stuffed him, but there was no way.

It was lotion and isolation to clean up his face, Mo Bajue looked at the person in the small mirror, he was a little strange for a while, and he couldn't help sighing again, it seemed that he hadn't been very happy since he came to N City .

After returning to the kitchen, the rice grains had stretched out from the waist, and the fragrance was tangy. He quickly poured in the fish fillets and ginger, cooked them and added green chopped green onions, and a pot of fragrant fish fillet porridge came out of the pot.He first put some in the pot and covered it with a lid to keep it warm, and he poured the rest into the thermos.

I'm going to shoot Chen Lin's play today, and I've already memorized the script by heart, but unfortunately, the trainer has always had a headache for his acting skills. In desperation, he can only bite the bullet and try his luck. Even if it doesn't work, I feel The atmosphere on the spot is also good.

The door of the house was gently closed, and NICK was already standing downstairs waiting for him. Seeing him, he immediately smiled happily, "Good morning."

"Morning," Mo Bajue smiled back, opened the car door and got in, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Well, I've already eaten." NICK started the car with a smile. He was in good spirits in the morning. He glanced at the thermos bottle in his hand, and opened his mouth in embarrassment, "Ah... sorry, sorry."

Mo Bajue raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

"I knew you would bring me breakfast. I came here on an empty stomach. I'm so sorry..."

"It's ok."

Mo Bajue calmly turned his head and looked out the window, "Anyway, this is not for you."

"..."

Then, on the way to the set, it was very quiet.

When entering the door, Mo Bajue reflexively searched for An Ran's figure. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone. He tightened his hand holding the bottle, and guessed faintly that he hadn't woken up yet. A young master like him, Being late is also normal.

Chen Lin yawned and dozed off on the sofa on the set. He couldn't help shivering when he was blown by the cold wind at the door, and he became refreshed. When he saw Mo Bajue, he immediately jumped up and went up to him, "Long time no see." ah."

Mo Bajue was very shameless, "Not for long."

"...Okay." Chen Lin rubbed his convulsed face from laughing, and entered the devil state, "I heard that you have recently received film and television training, how is the effect? ​​Don't open the skylight for me later."

"Uh," Mo Bajue touched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment, feeling a little frustrated when he mentioned this, "Actually..."

"Director, director! It's not good!!!" Xiao Wu kicked open the door of the studio, and ran in like burning his butt.

Chen Lin was so frightened that he jumped three feet high, "What, what? What's wrong?!"

Xiao Wu was panting as if he was about to die. After a long time, he said tremblingly, "I, I, I, I picked up money..."

"..."

"..."

Chen Lin was speechless for a long time, and said sadly in a tone of hating iron but not steel, "You worthless...you can succeed like this with a small amount of money? Where did you get it?"

"Just, right at the door." Xiao Wu turned around and pointed to the door.

Chen Lin followed his fingers to look, and there was a windshield made of a black curtain. He scratched his face and continued to grieve, "Oh, how much did you pick up?"

Xiao Wu shrank his neck, "Two fifty..."

Chen Lin was silent for a long time, and stretched out his hand in grief, "Give me one."

Mo Bajue watched Chen Lin struggling to get the money back from Xiao Wu's arms, and couldn't help feeling, "Director, your prospects are very limited."

"What's so happy?" The little assistant came from the corner with a lot of props in his arms. Seeing Chen Lin's happy face, he couldn't help smiling, "Did you pick up the money?"

"Yeah!" This was Chen Lin's answer.

"He stole the money!" This is Xiao Wu's tearful accusation.

"..." This is Mo Bajue.

The little assistant smiled helplessly, and patted Chen Lin on the shoulder, "Where did you find it?"

"The door!" Chen Lin pointed to the direction of the curtain that Xiao Wu said.

"Huh?" The little assistant was taken aback, "No one usually goes there, how can there be money?"

NICK parked the car and came back. He just heard this sentence, pulled the curtain, and immediately widened his eyes, "An Ran?"

Mo Bajue stopped walking towards the dressing room, turned his head in surprise, and saw that the curtain was pulled open, and a dirty and messy god rolled out.

He hastily strode over.

An Ran was still a little confused, his whole body smelled of alcohol, his usually neat clothes were crumpled, and the weather was cold, he huddled in a corner by himself for an unknown amount of time, and he still curled up on the ground , The chin is still blue.

"An Ran?" Mo Bajue frowned and bent down, lifting the hair on his forehead that covered his eyes. His forehead was not hot, so he probably didn't have a fever, but he was too drunk, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they came early, there were not many people on the set, a few people hurriedly surrounded him and wanted to lift him to the sofa, but they seemed even more flustered when they were at a loss, Mo Bajue hugged him silently, even though An Ran was thin , but it is also 180 centimeters. It is a little difficult to hug, but it is not particularly heavy. The sofa is only a few steps away. I thought he would wake up, but he buried his head in the pillow and continued to sleep.

Mo Bajue looked sideways at the fish porridge on the coffee table, and couldn't help but smile wryly, it really came in handy.

In fact, An Ran woke up a long time ago, but because it was too embarrassing, he didn't dare to open his eyes in front of everyone. He wanted to give up after being shaken a few more times, but he didn't expect that stupid fool to hug him Get up, still in that embarrassing posture.

Even the ears were showing pink, so I had to cover them with a pillow, which was really useless.

But speaking of it, why did he sleep here inexplicably?An Ran thought about it for a long time but still couldn't remember it, her head was so painful that she could feel dizzy even if she shook her head slightly.

I went clubbing with my friends last night, HIGH was very late, it seems that I played too fiercely, and some people were even distributing marijuana.An Ran is usually determined not to touch this kind of thing, but that friend happened to be the one he asked for something, so he could only accept it bravely, and after smoking one, he became a little confused.

He didn't know what he did afterwards, he seemed to be pulling that friend to tell his request, all in all, he just asked him to make the budget for Xiao Xiaowai's new single more luxurious, at worst, he would make up for it. Of... and later... Damn, I really don't remember anything, I don't even know if he agreed or not.

Mo Bajue was always sitting by the side watching him, seeing that he didn't turn over for a long time, but his legs kept kicking and kicking as if he was upset about something, so he knew that this person had woken up a long time ago, so he couldn't help raising his hand in a funny way. Throwing off the pillow on his head, "Since you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep."

"...I didn't pretend to be asleep." An Ran covered his face with his arms, "I'm so sleepy."

"Okay, you haven't woken up yet." Mo Bajue picked him up directly, and stuffed the thermos bottle into his hand, "Then get up and eat something before going to sleep."

An Ran was holding the warm thermos cup, and suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. He drank the delicious fish porridge, but said unforgivingly, "Why did you bring lunch? Do you think the work meal is unpalatable? Although it is a bit famous , but it’s not enough for you to play big.”

Mo Bajue turned a deaf ear to it, and brushed aside his hair that covered his forehead, "Enen, next time you cook eight-treasure rice?"

"... more honey."

"Okay." Mo Bajue agreed lightly, but his fingers suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the position of An Ran's left forehead, "You...don't your head hurt?"

"Ah?" An Ran was stunned for a moment, and then felt Mo Bajue's finger lightly pressed his forehead, and immediately felt a sharp pain, "Hiss—what are you doing?! It hurts like hell!"

Mo Bajue looked at the blood stains on his fingers, frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you sleep on the set?"

An Ran only focused on drinking the porridge with his head down. For a hangover, it is really a blessing to be able to eat warm and fragrant porridge just after waking up. He didn't care about his question, "I probably drank too much Shall you come over by yourself? I don’t know either.”

It can't be said that he smoked marijuana and became unconscious. That would be too embarrassing.

"..." Mo Bajue looked at him silently for a while, until he finished the porridge in the cup, then stood up immediately, took his arm and walked out, "Go to the police station."

"Huh?" An Ran shook off his hand like an electric shock, "What are you doing there? Are you crazy? I won't go!"

What are you kidding, how did he know about my marijuana use?Still going to the police station? !Although I already knew that this stupid bastard was upright, but should I be so unfeeling? !People in the circle have a lot of injections for sucking powder, I just want to ask others for a little careless, and I won't be addicted!

Mo Bajue scratched his hair irritably, looked at him with a frown, and said with anger in his voice, "You were knocked out and thrown here."