There are always bad guys trying to kill me

The process of going to Richard’s private island was not pleasant. When Huang Shang was taken to the familiar airport again amidst the wonderful scenery of the ocean beach described by Duan Linshu, he felt that he, who thought he would arrive at the destination by boat, declined the financial advice. The airsickness pills given were too careless.

He has not recovered from the crash, loss of contact, etc.Being separated from the news, and facing the so-called private jet, I really can't feel happy.

The plane in front of me has a smaller size than a passenger plane, and it looks like a pigeon and a roc in comparison.If it is really impossible to avoid the fate of heaven, then he chooses Dapeng.

"Why can't you take a boat even though you're at sea?" Huang Shang asked Duan Linshu in a low voice, his questioning tone and slightly frowning expression clearly expressed his dissatisfaction.

Duan Linshu decisively chose to press him on the seat, buckle the seat belt directly, and said: "Because when you were on vacation two days ago and went shopping hand in hand with Mr. Jin, Richard's team had already set off by boat. .”

"Besides, the photo of you and Mr. Jin was taken by the paparazzi and you know Huang Shang." Duan Linshu returned to his seat and signaled to the flight attendant that they were ready, "Fortunately, the company has an agreement with the newspaper to buy it back, otherwise I really don’t want to be arranging PR for you in the early hours of the morning.”

"It's not holding hands." Huang Shang weakly defended, "We're just holding a bag."

"How many kilograms of bags do you need to carry together?" Duan Linshu directly exposed his naive sophistry, chose to turn on the computer, and ignored him.

Huang Shang finally got the approval two days ago, resting before the war, his first thought was to go out to play with finance, but it happened to be a working day, so he could only spend time near the school, and then waited for finance to pick up food when he got off work When I went home to cook, I wanted to hold hands or something. Considering that I didn't wear sunglasses or a hat, I secretly held hands with my shopping bag.

He thought he was hiding it, but his manager gave it away. Embarrassment was written all over Huang Shang's face, and then he turned his head and looked out the window, remaining silent.

The only consolation is that the pigeon seems to fly more steadily than the roc.

The blue sky, the deep sea, and the quiet beach, Huang Shang is in contrast to such a natural and relaxed environment. He usually wears neat casual clothes and strolls leisurely on the beach, but his eyes always look into the sea, with A pleasant view.

"OK." The photographer finished shooting smoothly and motioned him to change direction.

According to the requirements of the photographer, he walks or runs freely and casually. Sometimes it takes several hours to pass this group of shots, and then continue with a different style.

The shooting arrangement at night is relatively easy, there is no hot sun, and there is no need to be close to the warm beach. Unfortunately, after all the night scene selections were successfully completed on the first night, the feedback sent back the next day expressed dissatisfaction. In the second day, the night shots were cut and the daytime scenes were added.Such a temporary adjustment is tantamount to prolonging Huang Shang's torture.

He changed his clothes and let the make-up artist dictate.All the way, looking at the open and endless sea in the distance, besides the human voice, there is the regular tidal sound, and there is always a feeling of wanting to go back.

"Huang Shang, take it easy and show the vigor of a young man." The photographer is a gray-haired old man, speaking in the middle of his speech, which does not match his age at all, "I will lie on the beach later."

In Chi.Lying neatly on the warm sand in hot weather is not comfortable, but Huang Shang still looks up at the sky on the beach as required, with his arms under his head, feeling like a fish landing on the shore Oxygen-deficient under the scorching of the beach.

"Vitality!" The cameraman finished the scene just now, and then demanded loudly.

Huang Shang tried his best to sit up on the beach, playing with the sand like a childlike innocence, when a gust of sea breeze blew, he closed his eyes involuntarily, he could feel the stickiness of the sand.Sticking to the nude.The exposed skin and even the yellow sand fell into the collar, but he wanted to make a sense of enjoying life.

Finally getting rid of the vigorous action requirements, Huang Shang quickly got up, and the sand on his body fell off a lot during the walk, and the rest could only be wiped off by the assistant with a brush, and then he ignored all the sand. With a different gaze, he frankly changed into another outfit.Sitting on the beach and retaking several close-up shots, the photographer let him go.

When the shooting was over, his first move was not to get up, but to sit on the sand and curl up.Legs, start taking off shoes, then socks.Huang Shang finally got rid of the torment of the fine sand falling into the soles of his feet, and went naked.bare.Stretching his feet, when he was about to go back to take a shower, he found that his entire movement just now had been uploaded to Weibo by Duan Linshu.

"...can you pick some other shots."

Duan Linshu lowered his head and focused on sending Weibo, and then asked back after sending some photos to Finance: "For example, those few videos of changing clothes and revealing nude bodies just now? If you have no objection, I have no objection."

"No need... the one just now was good, thank you."

Huang Shang didn't understand the meaning of Duan Linshu's constant posting of indecent-looking actions on the Internet. However, these videos would continue to be forwarded and disseminated, and occasionally they would be sought after by the financial industry. Watch the video again.However, these inexplicable video contents seemed unbelievable to him. Although he knew that these actions were made unintentionally, there was always a feeling of being watched when they were recorded.He had seen various photos of himself on the financial computer that he had no impression of at all, and he could only thank Duan Linshu for not posting them directly on the Internet, ruining his fame for the rest of his life.

When they returned to the villa, the crew members had already started sorting out the props and costumes used on the first day. After the end of today, the ten-day filming schedule has actually come to an end, and the rest of the time is to go to the one day away from here. Voyage to the Isles of Sighs.

"We may have to change the island to shoot tomorrow." Huang Shang opened the door and explained to Finance, "I've been at sea all day, so there may be nothing new for you to see."

I don’t want to read anything new in finance, I just want to chat with you and say: “Then there is no work arrangement for tomorrow?”

"No." Huang Shang quickly calculated the time difference and said, "I will call you from five to ten o'clock in the evening."

"...It's ten o'clock in my place, and it's noon in your place." Finance was full of helplessness for his request to go to bed at ten o'clock all the time, and argued, "I can sleep later, after all, the next day is the weekend."

Huang Shang seriously exposed his lies: "The next day is Monday, and it's 09:30 on Saturday night at your place. Well, it's already late, go to bed quickly, don't stay up late chatting on the Internet, what's the matter Let's talk tomorrow."

After urging finance to go to bed, Huang Shang quickly took a shower, and then went downstairs to have lunch.

The life of the jet lag party is always such a race against time. The jet lag in Huang Shang's body will always remind him to rest after lunch, and the feeling of sleepy eyes becoming heavy is especially obvious after a full meal.Even after three days, he still couldn't adjust the punctual biological clock, but he didn't know why today's drowsiness was particularly strong, coupled with the hot sun outside, it made him drowsy. Feeling like falling asleep.

"Huang Shang." Looking at his exhausted appearance, Duan Linshu reminded, "Go back to sleep for a while, and I'll call you when I'm ready."

Feeling Duan Linshu's kindness at this time, Huang Shang nodded and walked upstairs quickly. Fortunately, the schedule on the last day was not hectic. Now they are still building the background and can sleep for a while.

He was very tired, completely different from his mental state in the past two days. The sudden sleepiness prevented him from thinking about work.

He lay in a quiet bed.On the road, listening to the sound of the tide in the distance, I soon fell into a dream.The scene in the dream was chaotic, switching scenes like a revolving lantern. Some scenes he had never seen before were mixed with familiar words, making it difficult to tell the truth from the false. He clearly knew that he was in a dream, but he was trapped in these nightmares for some reason. Unable to wake up from hallucinations.

The blue ghostly fire flying all over the sky spread out like velvet plants in the wilderness, and the fine faint light floated peacefully in the air, and finally landed in the thin and bony palm stretched out by Mr. Guoshi as if admiring the snow.

"The strange fire from the sky is regarded as ominous, since the Third Highness is dead, and the prince is too young to bear the heavy responsibility, then I will make you emperor, how about that?"

The dark and dark water prison had a stench, and the tightly locked cage was full of moisture. He was immersed in the cold pool water and couldn't lift his head, but he could clearly hear the man condescendingly admiring: "What color is this, my lord! Never seen."

In the dense woods in the middle of the night, there are green eyes of beasts, and the flashing ancient sacrificial totems are carved on the boulders, with a thick bloody smell, which condenses into an indelible dark red under the moonlight.

King Nanmiao, who was wearing bright and eye-catching sacrificial costumes, raised the machete dripping blood in his hand, and his hearty laughter echoed in the night sky: "What do you think this is, eating human flesh and drinking human blood?"

"You will die." The man's voice was clear, with a warning, "The tigers and wolves of the imperial court are waiting for you to fulfill their wishes. The next emperor wants you to sacrifice to the heaven and the earth, and lay his foundation for a hundred years to succeed in the future life!"

His eyes were scarlet, his throat was dry, and with the sadness after howling, he said: "I am also the son of a tiger and wolf, so let them do what they wish."

The bloody smell in his throat made him struggle unsteadily in his dream. Even though he knew it was a dream, he still couldn't help suppressing his blood, stretched out his hand to pick up the half-written words and sentences on the table, and asked Said: "My lord, what about the second half?"

The knock on the door woke him up, and there was cold sweat from his dream on his forehead. He stroked his hair on his forehead and slowly got out of bed.sit up.

"Huang Shang?" Duan Linshu's voice came from outside the door, somewhat vaguely, "Work has started."

The author has something to say:

Suddenly found out that it is Valentine's Day →_→, there is nothing to do but advance the release time to 13:[-].

and Valentine's Day make-up theater:

Huang Shang: Why did my work schedule until the early morning today...

Finance: Maybe this is the malice from Single Wang...

Happy Valentine's Day →_→, but it has nothing to do with me.