After the movie, she teased me under the guise of teaching drama [entertainment circle]

But the barrage was as excited as chicken blood, [brother didn't shave his beard?? rwkk]

[Not shaved?!I can? Yes, the stubble is small enough]

[LG show your face, I haven't seen you for a month? Here? You, I really want to see]

Gu Huajiao ignored the barrage, and glanced at the number of fans online. There were only tens of thousands of fans.

Relying on beauty to attract fans is not the effect he wants.

Take your time, he didn't say anything, frowning and started straight away.

The ids of the five people on the opposite side were very neat and familiar. He squinted his eyes and thought about it carefully, as if they were the backup team of a fairly famous team.

Li Zhijie went to QQ and poked him secretly, [Brother, this team is very strong, a few days ago? A few days ago, a streamer with hundreds of thousands of fans was abused online. It is very difficult for us to fight]

Gu Huajiao replied to him: [Steady your performance? Don't panic, it doesn't matter if you lose]

Not long after the start, the opponent started to engage in routines. After a wave of rhythm, Gu Huajiao's economy fell behind by several thousand.

They are all high school students. Although they are all veterans who have played thousands of times, they are still a bit overwhelmed when they encounter a professional.

When the situation is not good, some people will start to get angry in the barrage. Gu Huajiao is on the game interface, turn off the barrage and don't care about the netizens, try to play steadily.

Although we lost in the end, everyone showed their abilities and didn't lose too badly.

Even so, they lost the first game, and the atmosphere in the team was still a bit depressed. After returning to the team formation interface, Gu Huajiao took a look at the bullet screen, and his face became gloomy.

[Tsk, Xiaobai? Why didn’t the face host show his face today]

[That's it?spicy chicken]

[Brother's voice is so sweet, don't? Let's do a live broadcast, come to uncle? I'll pamper you]

Also? There are people who are even more exaggerated. Although there are a few such people in the past, they are not as exaggerated as today. He looked at the obscenities and turned off the live broadcast in anger. He explained to the team and left. Line up.

Turning off the computer, Gu Huajiao slumped on the computer chair with his head up, his hair was messed up, and the phone messages rang continuously.

Not long after Peng Yuru returned to the apartment, Gu Ziyan called her.

She answered the phone, put the phone on the hands-free on the coffee table, took off her wet coat, and talked about today's events, "... I had a meal with him today, and then it rained."

Gu Ziyan was a little worried, "Is it raining in Kyoto? Did you get wet?"

"No. Huajiao is very gentlemanly and protected me from the rain."

Gu Ziyan thought to herself, Huajiao did well this time? Wrong, buy him a game controller next time, "Then where are you now?"

Peng Yuru poured himself a cup of hot water, sat on the sofa and chatted with her while drinking, "I'm home now, just arrived? Not long ago."

"Go home and take a hot shower."

Peng Yuru put down the water glass, got up with her mobile phone, "Then I'm going to take a shower?"

Gu Ziyan chuckled lightly, with a very seductive tone, "Don't take a bath? Hang up the phone~"

Shower? Hang up the phone?

Peng Yuru clenched the phone tightly, his expression was a little tangled, and his tongue was tied up, "Uh, no? Okay..."

Gu Ziyan moved closer to the microphone and acted like a baby, "I miss you, and he will come next week."

Peng Yuru had already walked to the door of the bathroom, a little pleasantly surprised, "Are you coming next week?"

"That's right," Gu Ziyan hugged the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed, grabbing the quilt and hinting at her, "I want to see you, can I?"

Peng Yuru began to unbutton his shirt with one hand, "No? Yes, okay, come next week or not? See you next week."

"No? I want to watch it~ I want to watch it now."

No? Can? Indulge her again, Peng Yuru strengthened her position this time, and resolutely rejected Gu Ziyan's request, "No? Yes. Yes."

Gu Ziyan pouted, "Why not? Yes? Yes?"

Peng Yuru finished unbuttoning his shirt, and closed the bathroom door, "No? Yes? Yes, no? Yes. There are many factors that cannot be explained in a short time."

Good oil and salt? Come on, isn't Gu Ziyan soft? Act hard, "Then if you don't? If you agree, I will be angry."

Peng Yuru curled his lips into a smile, "What's there to be angry about? When you come, you can look at it as you like."

Gu Ziyan snorted lightly, the dissatisfaction in her tone was obvious.

"mua~ don't? Get angry", hit a stick? Give a jujube, Peng Yuru used it very well, "I will call you later."

She hung up the phone and went to take a shower. Gu Ziyan looked at the screen of the phone that had been turned off with some annoyance, and clenched her small fists, hum, when I come, I want you to look good.

The crew's roles have reached the high-sweet stage. According to the script, tomorrow they will have a kissing scene with Fan Junxiu, and it's the kind that can't borrow a seat.

Originally, she was going to talk to Peng Peng about this matter today, but she was hung up on the phone before she had time to talk, so angry, Gu Ziyan looked upset, and flipped through the script happily.

The mobile phone placed by the bed suddenly rang, it was an unfamiliar number, she hesitated for a moment, and pressed to answer.

This is the phone she uses in daily life, and most people can't get it.

"Hello, is that Miss Gu? The matter you asked me to check about Mr. Gu Wang has been settled, and the relevant information has been sent to your mailbox."

"Okay, I'll call you the money later."

"Pleasant to work with."

It was a private detective's call. She got out of bed and turned on the computer, logged into her mailbox to check the information.

The information was very detailed, with text descriptions and pictures as evidence. She glanced at it and found that everything came as required, and then transferred the money to the private detective.

The beginning of the document is the conclusion. After reading it, she frowned. Gu Wang raised a young female Internet celebrity with a wallet, and even? I have no intention of marrying that female Internet celebrity.

Isn't this a scumbag?She slid the mouse to look down, and the factual basis for such an inference was listed in detail later. There is also a time watermark on the photo, and the evidence is conclusive.

When Gu Ziyan checked him out before, he just dared to pretend to be a big money online, and gave the anchor a little more money, but now it's even better, he even dared to pretend to be a rich second generation to support a small internet celebrity.

Why don't you have any self-knowledge?Gu Wang didn't even have a serious job, so what he did was equivalent to using her money to play with other people's feelings, and even cheated on other girls' bodies.

Gu Ziyan looked at this information and frowned. She can't help it? It's a big problem to tolerate it any longer.

The next afternoon, Peng Yuru just finished filming two scenes, and the director came over to her with a smile and said, "I have something to do later, you can go back to rest now."

"Okay," Peng Yuru nodded in response, and Tang Xue followed behind her to help her lift the hem of the costume gown.

Because she chose this script, Peng Shang invested 1000 million yuan in the crew, and the originally planned low-cost web drama became more expensive.

On weekdays in the production crew, as the daughter of the sponsor's father, most people revolve around her and rely on her for everything. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is held in the palm of everyone's hands.

But she couldn't get used to this kind of atmosphere, so she said a few words to them, but it turned out to be useless, so she could only do her duty and act conscientiously. , Some people who were originally impressed by money also admired it from the bottom of their hearts.

The one who acted with her was a third- and fourth-tier fresh meat named Di Xing. At the beginning, every time she acted, she was overwhelmed by her aura, blushing and unable to speak.

Although the script does write a love story between the powerful queen and the sickly prince, it doesn't mean that the prince's temperament is the kind that can be manipulated at will.

So Di Xing was often scolded. She was a little thankful that she had been on the same crew with Gu Ziyan in advance, and also had intensive training in the later stage, no? If there were two rookie protagonists, this script would not be able to be filmed at all.

Peng Yuru changed out of the cumbersome ancient clothes and came out of the dressing room. Di Xing called her to stop, blushing and said, "Sister Peng, do you have time tonight? I would like to treat you to dinner, thank you for your care these days."

"At night? Yes? Yes, but let's AA."

Peng Yuru looked at this little boy who blushed every time he moved, couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his hair.

Di Xing quickly waved his hand, "How can it be? What about AA? I invite you."

"Then I won't? Go eat."

"Ah," Di Xing struggled for a moment, "Okay, then AA."

One of the two brought an assistant behind them, and the four of them walked out of the set together, and happened to meet the director on the way, "Hello, Director Zhang."

Director Zhang nodded with a smile, looked at the two of them again, and the alarm sounded in his heart, "What are you doing?"

"let's go and eat."

How can you? Going to eat together, Director Zhang squinted his eyes and locked on to the thin boy next to Peng Yuru, "Bai? Bai? The skinny little boy, "Di Xing, I don't seem to have given you a holiday. Are you planning to leave now?"

Di Xing: "?" Didn't you just tell the crew that everyone can leave?

Director Zhang dragged him to his side, smiled broadly, and said meaningfully, "Follow me to make up a few scenes later, and I will give you extra lessons."

Didn't Di Xing know where he offended Director Zhang, and cautiously said, "Director Zhang, if you have something to do, we can make up the scene tomorrow? That's fine."

"My job tonight is to make up lessons for you."

Not long ago, Director Zhang received a call from Peng Shang, asking him to find an excuse for Peng Yuru to get off work early, and Peng Shang wanted to ask Peng Yuru to go home and have dinner together.

"Ah?" Di Xing said with a bitter face, "Director Zhang, can we work overtime tomorrow? Can I make an appointment easily? Sister Peng."

Director Zhang raised his face and said in a serious tone, "Sister Peng? Who allowed you to call her that?"

Di Xing shrank back and didn't dare to speak. Director Zhang then reprimanded him, "Xiao Peng is engaged. How can you keep a distance from her? How can you use such an intimate name? How many people spread it?" ?good."

Woooooo, Di Xing was crying silently in his heart, didn't I? I knew she had an engagement partner. I only knew that she and Gu Yinghou were in a girlfriend-girlfriend relationship, and I didn't have any wrong thoughts. I just admired it. no?

Peng Yuru stood beside him. Before he could react, Director Zhang dragged Di Xing back to the crew.

Tang Xue actually understood the general idea. Most of the people around Peng Yuru were bought by Peng's parents, including her. Everyone was ready to cut off all peach blossoms except Gu Ziyan at any time.

Peng Yuru looked at the backs of Director Zhang and Di Xing, and saw that there was no one for dinner, "Let's go."

"it is good."

The two left the set, and Uncle Huo, who was wearing a sharp black suit, was already waiting by the side of the road, paying attention to her from afar.

"Miss, sir invites you to go home for the family dinner."

Family banquets are usually held in their hometown in the suburbs, and grandparents eat with them, chat about the daily routine and so on.

Peng Yuru nodded in response, then turned to Tang Xue and said, "You go back first, I will come directly to the set by myself tomorrow."

"Okay." Tang Xue stepped back lightly.

Peng Yuru got into the car and dozed off on the road, leaning on the back of the back seat, drowsy.

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