Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

After eating dinner, Yu Liangwan stood up obediently and prepared to help clean up. Xuehua and Xia Wuzheng grabbed him almost at the same time, and said in unison: "I'll do it."

Wan Baylor was a little embarrassed, nodded, and watched the news in the open hall on the first floor with his father and brother, while listening to the sound of "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law" talking and laughing from the kitchen cubicle.

This near-perfect harmony made him feel unreal at all. He and Xia Wuzheng were both boys, and the family accepted it so seamlessly?He just had an operation, and his mind is not very clear. There are many things that he only knows in general, but he can't remember the details.

After the news ended, it was time for CCAV's excellent TV drama show, and his eldest brother Yu Liangchen pressed the record button consciously.

"What, you're so dumbfounded? Don't you usually record and collect all the shows that have nothing to do with it?"

Wan Baylor came back to his senses, watching the plot on TV, Xia Wuzheng was dressed in a dragon robe, and his beautiful face was full of arrogance.

He was hospitalized for several days and was in a coma. He woke up after the operation. He couldn't remember the previous plot for a while. It seemed that Xia Wuzheng was assassinated in the Golden Temple. Because of his strong martial arts, he was not in danger. He even captured the assassin alive. , right now he is being severely tortured.

The assassin was tied to the sandalwood rack, and the night clothes on his body had been torn to pieces by the whip, revealing his fair skin. Under the flickering dim candlelight, it made people feel a little itchy.

Because of being tortured for a long time, his bun has been loosened, and his messy long hair hangs down, covering his face, and he can't see his original appearance clearly, only his sharp chin is exposed. Should be a beauty.

Xia Wuzheng, who was sitting outside the dungeon, was obviously impatient, and gave the prison officer a look. The man immediately picked up a red-burning cannon in the charcoal basin with tongs, with a ferocious and obscene expression on his face. The smiling face pressed directly on the bare skin of the assassin.

"...!"

The assassin was writhing in pain, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat. Because of the severe pain, his neck was instinctively pushed back, and his long wet hair was parted to the sides, revealing a calm and handsome face.

"arts!……"

Wan Belle stood up from the sofa all at once. He was tall and his movements were too large. His knees hit the coffee table in front of him directly, shaking the solid wood coffee table, and the tea ceremony table on it tilted. The freshly cooked Yuqian Longjing is sprinkled all over the table.

"You child, you have been married for almost a year, why are you still acting like a chicken in a hurry."

His strict father's dissatisfied voice came from beside him, and Wan Baylor didn't seem to hear it. He felt that he knew the person on TV. Although he knew it was a fake, why did he feel hurt when he saw him? There will be an indescribable dull pain. Was it his name that he subconsciously called out just now?His name has the word "wen" in it?But I can't remember what it was called.

Seeing his father frowning, Yu Liangchen hurried up to smooth things over, and tugged on Lawan Baylor's sleeve: "Seeing that your clothes are all wet, go upstairs and ask your wife to change one for you." He changed one at random. Channel, pushing him to the second floor.

Wan Baylor was about to snatch the remote control and watch the plot just now, when Xia Wuzheng heard the sound, walked out of the open kitchen quickly, and reached out to hold him.

"Look at you, you still look like a child, and I can't blame Dad for talking about you." He took his hand and walked upstairs, with Yu Liangchen behind him pushing him.

Wan Baylor couldn't help but followed Xia Wuzheng back to the room. It was his own room, and it hadn't changed much over the years, but because he was married now, the football sheets and posters of some sports stars in the room had been removed and replaced with There are more adult-style fabrics and some celebrity calligraphy and paintings.

Wan Baylor is a creative actor who also works as a screenwriter and an online writer, so his desk is very spacious. On it are personal computers such as iMac and MacBook, which are usually used for coding, and there is also an IKEA photo frame. Inside is a picture of him and A group photo of Xia Wuzheng in high school.

His originally depressed mood softened a little when he saw the group photo. He remembered their relationship. The boy who had the same name as his, who was indifferent to the world, comforted him with his gentle and peaceful emotions. period of violence.

He sat on the bed a little discouraged. After they got married, they didn't often come to Yu's old house. This is not his new house, and the room is not the kingsize bed in their duplex apartment in the center of the imperial city. , just a very ordinary double bed.

"Wu Zheng, what was that TV show about just now?"

"Pfft, you don't even remember the scenes you played?"

Xia Wuzheng casually pulled out a beautifully bound atlas from the bookshelf, on which were written "[Jiangshancuo] Official Setting Collection" in gold letters.

Wan Baylor flipped through it casually, and most of them were exquisite stills of Xia Wuzheng. He was born clean and beautiful, but after putting on makeup, he was unbelievably beautiful. In the back, there were a few photos of a fanbang little prince who he played in friendship In the photo, in order to highlight the exotic style, the stylist also added fur elements to his clothing, matching with Wan Baylor's bronze skin, he looked sunny, handsome and full of vitality.

Wan Baylor glanced at Xia Wuzheng with a little guilt, and found that he was tidying up his desk one by one, and didn't look over. He quickly browsed the official setting collection in his hand, looking for something expectantly.

Finally, on the penultimate pages of this book, I saw a still photo of the assassin just now. He is obviously a young [-]-tier actor who is not taken seriously. He doesn't even have a decent photo of his makeup, only a very blurry one The still photo was the scene of the torture just now, only half of the face was photographed, the long wet hair was entangled on the snow-white face, and he looked very embarrassed at first, but Qian Bayle was mesmerized watching it.

He couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the face of the man on the set set, as if he could feel it, very carefully, for fear of hurting him.He lowered his head and rubbed the pages of the book over and over again, and suddenly the album in his hand was taken away. When he looked up, Xia Wuzheng had a playful expression.

"Wu Zheng, I..."

"You don't remember this person? It's because of him that the TV series we brought into the team almost failed the review."

"Huh? Why, he's just a small character, right?"

Xia Wuzheng sighed, with a bit of contempt and meanness in his eyes: "Nowadays, the less popular a star is, the less he knows how to keep himself clean, and he was photographed wandering around nightclubs not long after he finished his career, and brought two or three men with him. When I returned to my apartment, I knew what a good deed I had done. I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars just to hire a navy to settle the matter on Tianya and Zhihu, but luckily it didn’t affect the broadcast of the TV series.”

As if he hated this matter, he casually put the official set back on the bookshelf, the expression on his face eased, and he reached out and pressed Qianbaile's shoulder.

"I asked the doctor, as long as you don't touch the wound on your head, you can take a bath. You can take a bath and relax. You have been in the hospital for almost a week, and you should take a bath."

Wan Baylor shook his head and said, "You should wash it first, you've been busy for a whole day, and your body smells like oily fumes. My mother is also serious, I don't know how to cheat on you."

Xia Wuzheng was a little surprised, he obviously didn't expect him to say such heartwarming words, he nodded, turned and went into the bathroom that came with the room.

After Xia Wuzheng left, Wan Belle suddenly breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, and listened carefully. He heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and then carefully pulled out the official setting book from the bookshelf. I turned to the page of the assassin's photo, squinted my eyes and searched carefully, and finally saw the actor's name in a very inconspicuous corner: Jin Wenling.

Jin Wenling...

Wan Baylor recited silently several times like chanting scriptures in his heart, his heart was sweet, they didn't know each other as far as he knew, it seemed that he had heard a little bit about this [-]th-line starlet in a daze. Disreputable gossip, but why does he feel so happy just reciting his name.

"Wen Ling, Wen Ling..."

He repeated several times in a low voice, suddenly remembered something, took out Kidney Six from his pocket, opened his Zhalang scarf, pressed the icon of the magnifying glass, and searched for Jin Wenling's name.

Soon the system matched it: Jin Wenling, a signed artist of Dynasty Entertainment, is currently suspected of being hidden by the company because of the nightclub scandal.

Wan Baylor looked at the avatar with the V added, followed it without hesitation, and soon received a private thank you letter, which said in a very formulaic way: Thank you for your attention, please consult my assistant Jin for work, contact number : The words of 182XXXXXXXX.

Wan Baylor tentatively sent a private message, and the system showed that it had been intercepted. It seems that the other party has set a preference to refuse to accept private messages from strangers. It's no wonder that even a small [-]th-tier star must have his own fan base. If you don't filter the information, you don't know how many private messages you will be bombarded in a day.

Even though Wan Baylor comforted himself in this way, seeing the returned private message icon on the screen, he still felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

Yuliangwan, what's wrong with you?Who made you a lover, I just saw it on TV by chance, and it's so haunting, you are married and have a wife, let alone a beautiful and beautiful daughter-in-law...

Wan Baylor thought this rationally, and pressed the lock screen button. He took a deep breath, and warned himself not to overstep the barrier. When he opened the scarf interface of Kidney Six again and wanted to cancel it, he found that There was one more person in the number of my fans, and I clicked on it, and as expected, Jin Wenling followed her in two directions almost immediately...