After being reborn, he was targeted by the scumbag's white moonlight

Wen Yao was taken aback, why is Bai Yuman here?

Bai Yuman was wearing a black thin padded jacket, holding an umbrella tightly with his slender white fingers. He was standing beside Huo Juncheng, and Wen Yao realized that Bai Yuman was actually a little taller than Huo Juncheng. Bai Yuman looked slender and fragile, But standing with Huo Juncheng, he didn't look thin at all.

It's probably because he is tall, and he often wears clothes that look good, and he has such a face, so people always think he is thin and weak.

"Yuman, why are you here?" Huo Juncheng was obviously a little flustered - it would be a big deal if the male god in his heart found out about finding someone to do sex business here.

However, Bai Yuman didn't seem to have heard the conversation between the two, and the expression on his face was calm:

"I just came back from dinner."

"Is that so, we haven't seen each other for a long time?" Huo Juncheng showed a decent smile on his face, "How is Uncle Bai, how is your health recently?"

"Well, it's alright."

"Did you have fun skiing in Verbier before? The team I introduced is not bad, right?"

"Well, I saw the Austrian ski resort you posted in Moments before, and that looks good too."

Huo Juncheng chatted with Bai Yuman, obviously, as long as Bai Yuman was around, Huo Juncheng could no longer tolerate anyone in his eyes, and even his expression became much gentler.

They were all well-dressed and elegant, and they discussed topics that Wen Yao couldn't participate in at all.

Wen Yao felt that standing on the side was superfluous, like an ugly duckling next to a swan.

At this time, he interrupted and said that he was leaving first, which was abrupt and embarrassing, so Wen Yao took advantage of the speculative conversation between the two, turned around and left secretly.

But he was even more curious about the relationship between Huo Juncheng and Bai Yuman. Why did Huo Juncheng even know Bai Yuman's father?What will Bai Yuman's family be like?

Wen Yao was curious, but he didn't dare to ask.He still remembers how Bai Yuman said with a straight face, "You'd better not ask these things".

But Bai Yuman is really dedicated. Although in real life he is a cold and quiet person, he seems to be a different person when he is acting. Sometimes Wen Yao can't stand the opposite role with him because the contrast is too great up.

Most of their filming has been done, and there is only a little finishing work left, so one of the producers came to visit the set and invited the whole crew to have dinner together.

The dinner party was in the restaurant box of the hotel where their crew stayed, and Wen Yao was fortunate to sit at the main table because he was the second male lead.

This is also the first time in a long time that Wen Yao has received such high treatment from the crew, so he readily asked someone to pour him a full glass of wine.

"Xiao Wen, come, come, young people have to express themselves!"

"That's right, let's stop persuading Film Emperor Bai. As the number two male lead, you have to show it well!"

The assistant director and someone sent by one of the investors forced him to drink.Although he doesn't like to drink, but hearing the other party say that he is the most famous actor besides Bai Yuman, he can't help but feel a little flustered, and he doesn't want to be timid and unable to get on the stage, so he really wants to exercise himself more. Make yourself more "social", so make a very active and generous appearance, and smile cutely:

"Director Yang and Mr. Qiu are too polite, I should respect you."

He got up to clink glasses with the other party, even though the red wine was terrible, he still held his breath and drank the bitter and astringent red wine in one gulp.

"Oh, Xiao Wen can still drink!"

"You mean, Xiao Wen, you only respect Director Yang, but you don't respect me and the director?"

The one who spoke was the producer who came to visit the set, surnamed Li, a middle-aged man with a square face and a short, fat face, but because he was a producer, everyone respected him very much. Seeing what he said, Wen Yao quickly smiled and said:

"Isn't this a respect one by one? I'm still young, Li Zhi don't bully me for being ignorant."

"Hahaha, Xiao Wen is quite sensible, come on, fill it up for Xiao Wen." Producer Li came to pour wine for Wen Yao again.

Seeing the other party smiling, Wen Yao was very satisfied with the few words he said—maybe they have a good impression of him, and they will think of him when filming in the future!

"Thank you Li Zhi, I offer you a toast."

He gulped down another half glass of red wine.

After drinking, I feel that drinking is not difficult, except that the wine is a bit unpleasant.If drinking some wine can give me the opportunity to film, it feels like a good deal!

At this table, Wen Yao drank several glasses of red wine. He obviously didn't know how to drink. His originally fair face turned crimson, even the corners of his eyes and behind his ears were red, his eyes were slightly blurred, his lips were red and slightly parted. , showing a little bit of white teeth.

He didn't see it, but Bai Yuman had been looking at him coldly, with no warmth in his black eyes.

Soon the dinner party broke up.

Wen Yao hurried back to his room to rest, and took a step first, only to find that Mr. Qiu had been by his side from the time he went out to the elevator. He thought that the other party would also return to the room, but it was not until the other party followed him to the door of his room that Know that the other party has been following him.

"Xiaowen, I have a play behind me, and I want you to be the second male lead. It's inconvenient to say just now that there are so many people, can you see if we come into your room to chat?"

Wen Yao was very pleasantly surprised, it had an effect so soon?

Sure enough, "things will come" means good popularity.

He hurriedly invited the other party in.

"Mr. Qiu, please sit down. Would you like some water?" This Mr. Qiu is taller than that producer Li, but he is also fat, with a round face.

"No, no, Xiao Wen, you come and sit down too." The other party also drank a lot of wine, his face was red, and his eyes were abnormally excited, "Xiao Wen, you look good...you know that you look good?"

"Ah, thank you Mr. Qiu for your compliment." Wen Yao sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling that he was quite sober from the wine. "What kind of movie do you want to shoot? Can I really play the second male lead?"

"Of course, I'm an investor representative, how can they reject me?" Mr. Qiu stood up, sat next to Wen Yao, put his hand on Wen Yao's thigh suddenly, and looked at him ambiguously, "You look so handsome It's so beautiful, let alone, don't you think?"

Wen Yao was taken aback, the place where he was touched felt strange, and goose bumps stretched out from there.

He subconsciously sat on the side, and said with a dry smile: "Mr. Qiu, stop joking, I'm not pretty at all."

"Wen Yao, don't pretend to be stupid." Mr. Qiu leaned over with a smile, and said in a low voice, "You are so active in toasting, don't you want to go this way? It just so happens that I like pretty little boys like you...you and Let me go, I promise to arrange a play for you, how about it?"

Wen Yao stood up abruptly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head, he looked at Mr. Qiu in disbelief, trembling all over with nervousness:

"Mr. Qiu, I think you may have misunderstood...I didn't mean that...I—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the other party had already rushed up, put his arms around his waist and was about to kiss him, he struggled desperately, and refused again and again:

"Mr. Qiu, don't be like this...you misunderstood...don't touch me...don't touch me..."

He tried his best to hide, but the other party couldn't kiss his mouth, so they kissed randomly on his neck. The smell of alcohol, cigarettes and an inexplicable smell of middle-aged men came to him, and Wen Yao almost spit it out. Desperately pushing him with his hands, while struggling and pushing, he was pushed directly onto the bed.

He was even more panicked, and the hand was roughly groping and pinching his thigh, which made him even more painful and nauseous.

He kicked and beat, and the terror, pain and nausea made him cry:

"Let me go! Let me go! I'm going to call the police, I'm going to call the police, you let me go—"