Whose Little Eyes Haven't Seen the Actor Yet

Zhou Manyu suddenly asked to change the play due to scheduling issues, and forced Jiang Zicheng to be promoted from a guest star to the second male lead.To Jiang Zicheng, this was a pie that fell from the sky, but to An Wen, it was like a gut-piercing poison, which was fed by her boyfriend himself!

When Jiang Zicheng returned to the hotel, the two of them were already arguing.

The door of Zhou Manyu's room was not closed tightly, and the sounds of the girls' aggrieved sobbing and the men's irritated arguing clearly spread throughout the corridor.

Fortunately, all the rooms on this floor have been booked by the crew, and no outsiders will show up. Otherwise, as the first-line traffic, the male and female protagonists will be parachuted into all entertainment circles' official accounts tomorrow.

Only a male voice said: "What's wrong with you?"

"What else do you want me to do?"

"Are you finished yet?"

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

"Can you women be reasonable?"

"Okay, okay, count me as wrong, okay?"

Jiang Zicheng was dumbfounded, thinking what kind of walking scumbag language concentrator is this, such mentally handicapped remarks, now the screenwriter of the 3000 yuan an episode of the online drama Gunslinger can't write it, okay?

A real apology should be to recognize one's mistakes from the heart, not to shirk responsibility with every word.

An Wen in the room suddenly let out a loud howl, turned around and rushed out the door, only to see that her face was full of tears, and her eye shadow was stained from tears, but fortunately, her eyeliner was still standing.

Zhou Manyu chased after her and stopped her in the corridor.

He plausibly said: "An Wen, this is an American director! This is a Hollywood movie! You are also an artist, don't you know how important this resource is?! If you really love me, you won't be so selfish and insist on me Stay with you to make this kind of playful movie!"

An Wen was trembling with anger, and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Zhou Manyu! I'll give you back! If you really loved me, you wouldn't lie to your fans and deny my relationship with you!"

Zhou Manyu rushed to talk: "I..."

"Mr. Zhou, excuse me." Jiang Zicheng, who had been watching the play for a long time, suddenly came over and interrupted the quarrel between the two of them.

Only then did they realize that there were outsiders in the corridor, and they were all shocked.Especially An Wen, she has a good relationship with Jiang Zicheng, and she didn't want her friends to see her embarrassed appearance, so she turned around and wiped her tears.

Zhou Manyu frowned and looked at Jiang Zicheng. He was much bigger than Jiang Zicheng, and he completely crushed Jiang Zicheng in every aspect.However, they are colleagues of the same crew, and Jiang Zicheng has to take on the heavy burden that Zhou Manyu has unloaded. He can only force himself to show a well-trained smile.

Zhou Manyu: "Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang Zicheng smiled: "You have dirt on your face."

Zhou Manyu: "???"

He subconsciously reached out to touch his face.

Jiang Zicheng: "It's not this side, it's that side."

Zhou Manyu's hands continued to crawl on his face.

Jiang Zicheng said: "Mr. Zhou, the more you wipe, the more dirty you are. Don't move, I will clean it up for you." As he said, Jiang Zicheng reached out to reach out to the bridge of Zhou Manyu's nose.

The young man's finger lightly touched the corner of Zhou Manyu's eye, and Zhou Manyu reflexively raised his eyes to look in the direction of Jiang Zicheng.

Jiangzicheng's pupils are dark brown, like a pool of autumn water, sparkling.The actors who have played with him said that his eyes seem to have magic power, and no one is willing to move away after the sight collides.

Jiang Zicheng met the eyes of this traffic niche, and showed a kind, non-aggressive smile.

Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one!

The predictive ability is activated! !

The dense fog soaked through Jiangzicheng's conscious world like smoke, but the dense fog did not dissipate as quickly as usual, but turned into a thicker and more choking smell.It was a very peculiar smell, a bit like smoked moxibustion, but it made people disgusted as soon as they smelled it.

This is a dimly lit hotel room, all the curtains are drawn, leaving only a small light at the head of the bed.Clothes, wine bottles, and scripts were piled up in a mess on the sofa and carpet, and Zhou Manyu was sitting among those things, his eyes half-closed, his face was ecstatic at one moment, and full of haze at another.

Opposite Zhou Manyu, the manager stood there with a face of shock, and asked in surprise: "Cough...cough cough cough! Man Yu, how can you...!!"

Zhou Manyu lazily opened his eyelids and looked at him. His handsome face, which was crazily obsessed by countless fans, was full of distorted pleasure.

"What's wrong with me? I don't want to be ridiculed by those white guys for my accent anymore. I just stayed up all night memorizing my lines and pumping 'this thing' to refresh myself."

The agent hurriedly said: "But, but you shouldn't touch this kind of thing!!"

"You don't want me to be scolded bloody by Director William for my poor performance in front of the camera, do you?" Zhou Manyu laughed lazily, and his smile became more and more blurred amidst the smoke. "Relax. This is America, this is California, and this 'stuff'...is legal."

……

Jiang Zicheng looked away from Zhou Manyu's body. In the future he foresaw, Zhou Manyu's depraved appearance was really disgusting.

That kind of thing, if you touch it once, there will be a second time.Based on Jiang Zicheng's understanding of him, after he "touched" abroad, would he be able to be honest when he returned to China?

impossible.

From the first second he touched that thing, his career as an artist entered the countdown.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zicheng suddenly rejoiced that he had broken An Wen's heart in such a decisive way. It would be great if they could break up.

He patted An Wen's back and whispered to her: "There are too many people in the hotel, don't make noise here, go back and rest."

An Wen lowered her head and followed him sleepily.

"Wait!" Zhou Manyu suddenly said behind him.

An Wen stopped in her tracks, a look of anticipation flashed across her gloomy face.

But what Zhou Manyu said was not what she wanted to hear: "Wenwen, you are a good girl. But if we continue to be together, we will only make each other sad. I think we should separate for a while, calm down."

An Wen: "..."

An Wen: "..."

An Wen: "..."

"Zhou Manyu!" An Wen turned her head abruptly, tears welling up, but there was no trace of love in it, "Calm down? I think you might as well send it to the morgue for freezing!"

"you……"

"Remember, it was I, An Wen, who dumped you!" She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, even if she cried until her nose turned red, she would never soften her heart, "Also, don't you like to play and change scenes? ? This time, let you have a taste of being changed by others!"

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Three days later, the screenwriter team worked overtime to revise the brand new script and put it hotly in front of Jiang Zicheng.

Jiang Zicheng immediately turned to the ending - sure enough, at the end, An Wen and Zhou Manyu, the hero and heroine, went through countless differences and finally parted ways.And at the end of the story, the heroine was wandering the streets in the rain, suddenly looking back, the one who appeared in front of her holding an umbrella was the male boss who had once rejected her!

Jiang Zicheng: "...Didn't you say that I was promoted from a guest actor to the male second?"

Brother Hu: "Yes."

Jiang Zicheng: "But as the male lead, why do I have more roles than the male lead?"

Brother Hu: "Oh, don't tell me if you see through, let Zhou Manyu save some face."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Damn, I have a headache.

Jiang Zicheng asked again: "The drama has been changed so much, Zhou Manyu has no objection?"

"What can he say? The United States urged him to fly over to participate in closed training. He didn't have enough time to shoot in the country, so he had to cut the shots; besides, he probably felt a little guilty towards An Wen and wanted to make up for it. She, naturally changed with her."

But what's the use of the scumbag's guilt?Even if he asked him to show her his heart, what he took out was just a pile of tofu.

Jiang Zicheng flipped through the script, and asked strangely: "It's been changed, why don't you just let the female lead and the second male lead be together, and insist on having an open ending? Obviously, the plot of "The Domineering Boss Falls in Love with Me" is more popular." what."

"Uh... Let's talk about this." Brother Hu coughed twice, "Because your share of the film has increased significantly, the film's investment ratio has also been further adjusted. We, Rich Entertainment, have officially invested in this film, and now the script is ending. There are also handwritings of our company."

Jiang Zicheng was confused when he heard this: "...so?"

"...The above said that it's okay to change the play, but you can't be with the heroine at the end."

"???"

"An Wen is a highly talked about flower among the people. If you and An Wen finally get married at the end of the movie, you two will definitely be tied together and fired for CP. But the difference between the two of you is too big, black people will definitely say You hold your thighs, suck blood, take advantage of the opportunity, etc." Brother Hu explained.

Jiangzicheng is positioned as an actor route, not a traffic route.For him at this stage, speculating on CP does more harm than good.

Jiang Zicheng: "...Wait! Brother Hu, didn't you say that the day before yesterday???"

Brother Hu: "Oh? What did I say the day before yesterday?"

"You said: 'Our company does not have a rule that artists under the age of 30 cannot fire CP'."

Brother Hu pushed his gold-rimmed glasses: "Oh, I'm farting."