I picked up my daughter-in-law in the cemetery [Entertainment]

The night wind blows, and the wind chimes under the porch jingle.

The 4 people seemed to freeze, producing an extremely eerie silence.

Tang Ling's toes were about to pick out a courtyard of the same style as a Han house, and continued to run forward regardless.

"stop!"

Han Zhuo stepped out of the door with one foot, reached out and grabbed Tang Ling's back collar—the back collar of the nightdress, and wanted to pull it back.

But Tang Ling was wearing a silk nightdress.

After Han Zhuo grasped it, he felt something was wrong. With a little force, the hem of the skirt seemed to move up even more.

Han Zhuo: ...

Tang Ling: Hey, hey.

Han Zhuo cast a glance at the two men next to him. The two men lowered their heads and did not intend to raise their heads.

Tang Ling saw that Han Zhuo's complexion was slightly relaxed, she bent down and picked her up instantly, and went straight into the study, the door was closed forcefully, and the wind brought out blew Han Cai's rather murderous bangs in front of his forehead.

Han Cai stood there for a while, then asked Han Gong:

"Uncle, are you still standing?"

Han Gong: "The weather is a bit cold, go back to the bed to warm up."

……

Tang Ling felt that her brain had probably been blown into a stone sculpture by the night wind, and when she became conscious, she realized that Han Zhuo had almost roughly thrown her into the soft bed of the study cubicle.

Tang Ling: Oh, so exciting.

Han Zhuo brought a big cashmere shawl with no expression on his face, and threw it directly on her body, covering her tightly.

"Explain, what were you doing just now?"

Tang Ling grabbed the edge of the shawl and curled herself up, not daring to speak.

Han Zhuo pressed his temples with some headache.

"Go back to your room when you're done, I still have to work."

Han Zhuo left the cubicle.Through the partition, Tang Ling saw her return to the desk, and really started working in front of the computer.

The stiff brain began to warm up.

Although the process was a bit tortuous, but in the middle of the night, the two of them were alone, they were very cool, and they were still in the study, so all the conditions were met.

Tang Ling bit her lip and got up, the shawl slipped off her body and fell on the clean floor.

It's been a few months since I left, and I don't want the child to be caught by the wolf.

Han Zhuo stared at the computer screen seriously.

A person came over from the side. Han Zhuo was wearing a T-shirt and trousers. In the late spring and early summer nights, the person who was pasted was warm and soft, and the tip of his nose smelled the sweet fragrance of her body.

"What is sister doing?"

Tang Ling looked down at her computer screen curiously.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Han Zhuo was forced to raise her head backwards, Tang Ling's arm crossed her neck directly, bent over to read the contents of the computer, her slender waist and below rubbed against Han Zhuo's T-shirt, Xu felt that this position was not comfortable, Tang Ling twisted her waist and sat directly on Han Zhuo's lap.

He seemed to be holding her directly in his arms.

The tip of the nose is more and more direct and sweet, not perfume, but the shower gel mixed with her unique smell. Han Zhuo subconsciously inhales the tip of the nose. When she was a child, her body was milky and milky. It still seems to smell that way now.

Tang Ling sat on her for a while, and found that Han Zhuo didn't seem to respond.

She looked sideways, Han Zhuo was expressionless, keeping his body leaned back, capitalized upright and upright.

Here we go again, the fake dead monk.

A smile appeared on Tang Ling's lips, she approached Han Zhuo's face, and said, "Sister, I seem to be a little cold."

After speaking, he shrank into her arms.

Han Zhuo hugged her subconsciously, fearing that she would fall, and the touch was amazingly good, so he quickly let go, rolled his throat, and cleared his throat.

"Go back to sleep when it's cold, you won't be cold if you cover yourself with a quilt."

Tang Ling raised her eyes and hooked her chin.

"Has sister ever been in love?"

Han Zhuo glanced at her, his face was like a peach blossom, his eyes were like silk, seductive like a vixen, and he quickly looked away.

"No."

"Then do you want to..." Tang Ling hooked her chin back again, making her look directly into her eyes:

"...Try?"

Han Zhuo: "I don't..."

She widened her eyes.

Tang Ling sealed her words with her mouth.

The little girl has never really kissed, but she has acted in a kiss scene.When it comes to kissing skills, I know a little bit.

Han Zhuo's mind was muddled, she knew that the girl was always bold, and because she couldn't bear to blame her, she often let her mess around, never expecting to make trouble to this point.

Xinxiang's soft lips lingered on her thin lips, Han Zhuo's slightly opened mouth because of surprise was easily captured by Tang Ling, and even moved his tongue.

Tang Ling's kissing skills are actually mediocre, Han Zhuo is a piece of wood at all, but because this inexperienced kiss came too suddenly, he vigorously split the line called reason in Han Zhuo's mind. It's instinct.

Tang Ling only felt that she was getting better, and even felt that Han Zhuo's palm was holding the back of her head and cheeks, deepening the kiss.She raised the corners of her mouth, feeling more and more that Han Zhuo was like a big candy with the aroma of mint, the deeper she absorbed, the more addictive the taste.

The two kissed for a long time, so long that the screen of the computer had been protected for a while, and then the indicator light was turned off directly.

Tang Ling moved his legs.She obviously felt the changes in her body, and she just wanted to stick herself on Han Zhuo's body and let her do whatever she wanted to her.

Han Zhuo was partially sane by her actions, she held her cheeks with both hands, and pulled herself away forcefully.

Tang Ling separated her hands dissatisfied, and put her palms on her waist by the way.

It was a long time again.

When they parted, both were gasping for breath.Tang Ling lay limp in Han Zhuo's arms, hooked her neck with one hand, and blew on her shoulder.One of Han Zhuo's arms was around her slender waist, and the other hand was placed on her thigh. The short nightgown rolled up as he rubbed, almost wrapped around her waist.

Han Zhuo: ...

Han Zhuo:! ! !

She looked at the pink-skinned female star in her arms in disbelief, gritted her teeth and said:

"Little fairy."

Tang Ling curled her lips and pinched her tall nose:

"Just say me, look at your sanctimonious appearance, you haven't kissed yourself for a long time."

Han Zhuo was silent.

She was very wronged.

Tang Ling twisted her waist, she was very uncomfortable.Han Zhuo hooked her up, but he was not responsible for putting out the fire.

"Don't move." Han Zhuo held her down.

Tang Ling looked at her red ears, and continued to twist her waist on her lap.

"I itch," she said.

Han Zhuo took a deep look at her.They're all adults, so there's no need to deceive yourself, she pretended not to understand before, but now...

"Fix it yourself." Han Zhuo forcefully lifted the little girl off her body, tidied up her nightgown, went to the cubicle to pick up the shawl on the ground, dusted it off, and wrapped her tightly.

"Go back to sleep, you will join the group tomorrow."

"Han Zhuo!"

"You know how to hide after kissing, what's the difference between you and those soft-hearted scumbags!"

Han Zhuo: "Don't say such rude words." After speaking, he took a deep breath, turned her around and pushed her out of the door: "Be good, go back to sleep, and don't come here again."

Tang Ling grabbed the door frame and refused to leave, turned around and asked her:

"Han Zhuo, tell the truth, are you really bad?"

Han Zhuo: "..."

Although I wanted to admit that I had broken her thoughts, I was inexplicably upset about what was going on.

Tang Ling: "If you really can't do it, I can accompany you to Ji Mowei's place for treatment."

"Doudou." Han Zhuo's serious expression was scary: "Be obedient, go to sleep."

"I don't believe you were upset just now!"

Tang Ling tugged at the neckline of her T-shirt angrily: "Tell yourself, did you enjoy it just now? If not, why did you kiss for so long, tell me!"

Han Zhuo didn't speak.

"You obviously like me too..."

Tang Ling's big eyes were watery, and the eye sockets were a little red.

"Unhappy, I don't feel it."

Tang Ling couldn't believe it.

"You are lying!"

"No. I just cooperate with you. I don't want you to be unhappy, you know."

Tang Ling stopped talking, and stared at her with big eyes complaining. Han Zhuo looked directly into her eyes, neither dodging nor dodging.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate, Tang Ling's tears flowed down, Han Zhuo remained unmoved, and looked at her calmly.

"duang~"

There was a clear voice in the still air.

A little ghost dumpling ran to Han Zhuo's shoulder. Today's dumpling is pink, and the pink fluff flutters and starts to rub.

Han Zhuo touched her cloth bag, where another pink dumpling had just popped a head, and she pressed it back directly.

The one that was happily jumping on Han Zhuo's shoulder jumped onto Tang Ling's shoulder again, and rubbed against Tang Ling's cheek again and again, as if to comfort her, and also seemed to like her very much.

Tang Ling blinked her eyes, tears fell to the floor, and Tuanzi jumped up, wiping the tears hanging on her cheeks with her furry body.

Han Zhuo reached out to grab it back.

"Catch me! You are not as good to me as this dumpling! If you have the ability to catch me back! You should catch me!"

Han Zhuo was a little embarrassed, stretching out his hand or not stretching out his hand, he could only say helplessly: "Don't make trouble."

Tang Ling glared at her fiercely, turned around with the dumpling and left, after thinking about it but unwilling, she turned her head and reached out to grab Han Zhuo's shoulder, and bit down a deep tooth mark on her neck.

Han Zhuo hissed lightly.

Letting go of her teeth, Tang Ling saw that the tooth marks were about to burst into skin and bleed, she let out a breath, and felt that it was unnecessary.No matter how hard you bite, it will fade in a few weeks.She has to go filming for a few months, and when she comes back, she wonders if the relationship between the two can't even go back to the original point.

She took a deep look at Han Zhuo again, imprinted her appearance in her mind, turned around, and left the study with the little ghost dumpling, blending into the deep night.

The next day, when she woke up in the morning, Tang Ling packed her luggage step by step.

Xiaohua came to Han's house early, was greeted by Aunt Wang and had breakfast, and helped Tangling check the items to bring.The nanny car was parked at the door, and when everything was ready, it was time to go to the crew and start the three-month filming of "Swinging Subway".

Tang Ling didn't see Han Zhuo all morning.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, checked her backpack for the last time, and the little devil suddenly jumped out and rubbed on her backpack.

Tang Ling looked at the door nervously, Xiao Hua went to the car to deliver her luggage, and she is not here for the time being.

"Why are you still here? I thought you ran back...to her place."

Tang Ling stretched out her hand: "Why did you turn black again, wasn't it pink yesterday?"

The dumpling jumped onto her palm, tilted her head, and turned pink with a pop.

Tang Ling opened her eyes wide.

The dumpling turned black again.

"Can you change the color yourself? Let me see if you change it again."

The dumplings have not changed, they are just jumping happily.

Tang Ling put it on the bed: "You'd better go back to her, it's easy to be found by following me, it's not safe."

The dumplings turned pink again.

Tang Ling: ...? ? ?

"Sister Linger, the time is almost up!"

Xiao Hua shouted outside the door.

Tang Ling agreed, picked up her backpack, and reached out to touch Xiaotuanzi: "Go, be obedient, stay with her, and make her happy when I'm not around."

Han Fa, the concierge, was not there recently, Han Gong and Han Cai were busy early in the morning, and Han Xi came out to see her off.

Han Xi sighed, and was about to say something when Tang Ling stopped him.

"Xizi, you're doing well at home. Thank you for the pajamas you bought, and I'll bring you the handle when I come back."

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Take good care of my sister and let her eat on time."

Han Xi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he nodded, "Then take care of your health and remember to always report your safety."

Tang Ling nodded and raised a big smile:

"Let's go!"

……

"Swinging Subway" is a web drama with a small investment, and the filming location is a small city in the south.

Tang Ling traveled all the way by car, plane and car. After a whole day of tossing, she finally arrived at the shooting location in the evening.

Jia Ding was very happy to see her, and narrowed his small eyes: "Happy cooperation again!"

"It is my honor to work with Jia Bian again."

Jia Ding said happily: "Scoring twice is nothing, if you act well, you will still have Sanyang Kaitai."

"Yo, you're making a cake for me. I didn't expect someone to make a cake for me after Tang Ling left the dog company."

"Hey! Don't compare me to your crappy company, I'll bury people." Jia Ding said: "In the evening, you, my old Liu, let's have a meal together, and we'll talk about it later."

In the evening, the three of them found a small restaurant nearby. In the private room, they ordered some seasonal dishes, and the wine was served on the table.

Tang Ling also had a banquet before filming. At that time, she was a puppet of the company. Those who asked her to film were basically just for her popularity. There was a table of seats, a group of Wu Yang and Wu Yang, and the director and screenwriter were not very good , holding her for offering, blowing rainbow farts to each other.She tried her best not to drink at that kind of banquet, and she knew in her heart that no one would look at her highly if she drank or not.

Like this, it was the first time for her to participate in the screenwriter who really came for her, the director who really wanted to do a good job in the film, and the simple crew dinner.

"I respect Director Liu. I only know a rough idea of ​​what happened, but you can follow Jia Bian from film director to web drama director. I admire you and know that you want to make a good film."

Tang Ling raised her wine glass and touched Liu Peng.

Liu Peng is very young, less than 30 years old. As a cutting-edge director who has won a niche award in the world, his first film in the mainland market has changed from a movie to an online drama, which has dealt a huge blow to him.

Liu Peng shook his head indifferently: "Hey, it's not easy, and to be honest, it's not easy for you either."

After finishing speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, drank the first glass of wine, ate a few mouthfuls of food, and then had the second glass, the chatterbox was officially opened.

"The three of us, which one is easier. Lao Jia lost money to film for his own book, and I just did it for Lao Jia's book. I will go wherever he goes. The big deal is that I need a few years of money for my family. You little girl, It’s hot enough, and I’m still here to shoot online dramas.”

Jia Ding shook his head: "nonono, she can't do it, she's hot ass, she has a false name. The worst thing about her is not making Lao Tzu's film, Lao Tzu's film is worthy of her. The worst thing about her is that Lao Tzu's film has become an online drama, yes The bonus is too limited for her."

Tang Ling was in Zhang Minghan's house in a trance, and Lao Zhang liked to praise her and belittle her at the same time, and even praised her and derogated her.

"How is Director Zhang? I've been busy working on my script for a while, and I'm in a state of desperation. I don't feel ashamed to see him."

"He hasn't been filming recently, he is looking for scripts at home, and sometimes he gets angry, but he hasn't committed any of his old problems. This time, he is planning to go to the beach for a vacation and recuperate for a few months."

Liu Peng was drunk: "You asked Zhang Minghan, why did you ask her?"

Jia Ding chuckled: "There is an origin here, so I won't tell you this rich second generation."

It was only then that Tang Ling found out that Liu Peng was actually the son of a wealthy local businessman. His family objected to him making movies, so he ran away from home when he was in college, and lived a hard life on his own.

"Why, this girl is also a second generation?"

"My second generation is a ghost. I have no parents since I was a child, and the people who raised me don't want me anymore."

Tang Ling's eyes suddenly became a little sour, and she raised her head and drank a glass.

A director with talent but no opportunities to show it, a screenwriter with a good script but no capital, and an actor whose acting skills are lacking in a good script.The three of them are not very old, and they gathered together to complain to each other and complain about the status quo of the entertainment industry, and the more they talked, the happier they were.

"Hua Yu, the dog day, the last sentence is awesome! The resource guy is awesome! I want to make porn of Lao Tzu's book, but I don't!"

"I'm just curious. Isn't Zhang Yun all settled? Why do you insist on messing with Huang?"

"Hey, Zhang Yun can't even catch up with you in anything."

"Jardin, if you talk like that again, I won't act anymore."

"You can't run away, you signed the contract." Jia Ding said with a smile: "I heard Director Zhang said, Pei, Mr. Pei's vision is the same, you can do it, and your acting skills are good."

Tang Ling: "It turns out that I borrowed the light from my teacher and Director Zhang."

When Jia Ding slapped the table, there was a bang, which made Liu Pengtang startled.

"What's the matter with excuses? You were spotted by Lao Zhangtou and Mr. Pei, that's your skill! You didn't steal or rob, you deserved it! Look at Zhang Yun, she is pretending to be a tiger every day, shouting and drinking six Yes, she didn't feel bad at all, so what's wrong with you!"

"Tang Ling, let me tell you! You just hang out in the entertainment industry for me! How far can you get mixed up? You can borrow all the power, and I am willing to lend you all the power! You are awesome, the best force!"

……

The three of them drank a lot, Tang Ling was supported by Xiao Hua when she went out, and they walked to the hotel together.

"Old, old Liu, I can't control the little girl, you, continue to drink with me, don't shoot tomorrow, drink until dawn, Huayu of the dog..."

Tang Ling reached out to grab Jia Ding's collar: "Why don't you take me, I will go too, Xiao Jia, you look down on me."

"Hey, who is your girl called Xiao Jia? I'm ten years older than you!"

Xiao Hua hurriedly stepped forward to stop Tang Ling who insisted on drinking with them, and it was fine to go out to eat, but to drink in the director's and screenwriter's room at night, if someone picked her up, her artist would be blackmailed again.

Helping Tang Ling back to the room, she stopped making trouble, and consciously took two steps forward, laying down on the bed.

Xiao Hua helped her take off her shoes, Tang Ling still remembered to tell her: "Take out my pajamas for me, I'll take a shower by myself later."

After everything is properly tuned, Xiao Hua closes the door and leaves.

Tang Ling was actually not very drunk, but she just wanted to go crazy, wanted to vent her emotions fiercely, wanted to cry, but felt that there was nothing to cry about.

She lay down for a while, took her pajamas and went into the bathroom, took a shower for herself, dried her hair, lay clean on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and inevitably thought of the person she should think of.

duang~

Tang Ling widened her eyes.

The pink goblins popped out, bouncing on her stomach, bouncing hard, high, and somersaulting in mid-air.

"Why are you still here? Did you follow me?"

Tang Ling was very surprised, she never knew that Tuanzi could be so far away from Han Zhuo, and then she was a little worried, fearing that Tuanzi's departure would affect Tuanzi and Han Zhuo respectively.

Little Ghost Tuanzi didn't care about her problem, just danced around, very happy.

Tang Ling quickly took out her phone, took a photo, then clicked into WeChat, thought about it, and sent it to Han Gong.

Tang Ling: "Uncle Gong, a little ghost dumpling followed me to the set [picture]"

After a while, Han Gong wrote back.

Uncle Gong: "Ah."

Tang Ling: "...Huh?"

Another good time passed.

During Han Gong's silence, the little ghost dumpling turned black again, Tang Ling stared at it strangely, waiting for it to change color, but it did not change again, bouncing around like black coal balls.

Uncle Gong: "Take it with you, and be careful not to be discovered, it's not a big problem."

Tang Ling: "...Oh."

Tang Ling: "Does it want to eat something or drink some water?"

Uncle Gong: "No need, the dumpling that is following you is already very powerful, it can support itself, please just take care of it."

Tang Ling: "...Okay, no trouble, I should."

The conversation should end here.

Tang Ling wanted to say something, typed intermittently, then deleted, and finally just asked step by step:

"Is sister okay?"

Uncle Gong: "Very good."

Tang Ling bit her lip, sighed lightly, caught a glimpse of the little ghost ball jumping in her coat pocket, watched it turn pink from the center, little by little to the fluff, and in the blink of an eye, her whole body was pink Hairy too.

Tang Ling:? ? ?

Tang Ling: "Uncle Gong, may I ask, why did the little ghost dumpling change color?"

Uncle Gong: "Ah."

Tang Ling: ... She never knew that Han Gong also had the habit of casually uttering exclamations.

Uncle Gong: "Tuanzi usually perceives the emotional fluctuations of people close to them through colors."

Uncle Gong: "Generally speaking, the dumpling only perceives the mood swings of the lady. If it changes color when you see it, then it probably regards you as a close person."

Uncle Gong: "Well, that's it."

Tang Ling: ...

What's the matter with the last four words she felt hesitant to speak.

She stretched out her hand to wave a few times, and the dumpling bounced back to her side, hopping around her, and it turned black again.

Normally, the dumpling is black. If this one perceives itself now, what triggers it to turn pink?

Tang Ling stretched out her hand to grab it, and it lay obediently on her palm, rubbing against her hand fluffy.

"So cute." Tang Ling smiled, lying on the bed, looking at the fur in her palm.

"It's as cute as when your master was teased by me, but unfortunately your master is a piece of wood, a scumbag, oh no, a scumbag, sanctimonious, a hypocrite..."

Xiao Guituanzi tilted his head, listening to her thoughts, and turned pink again.

Tang Ling stopped reading it, and she looked at it for a while, feeling blessed to her heart.

Tang Ling: "First you have to turn black."

The dumpling stayed alone for a while, and slowly turned black.

Tang Ling sat up cross-legged and placed the dumpling opposite her.

The dumpling stood there firmly, like a little man with legs crossed.

Tang Ling nodded in satisfaction, and began to think about Han Zhuo.

Just as Han Zhuo's face appeared in his mind, the dumpling changed color with a puff, and the fluff shook a few times, as if some pink feather powder had been shaken off.

Tang Ling stretched out her hand in surprise, and picked up the pink and tender little dumpling.

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach?"

The dumpling trembled twice, as if unhappy, it turned black again.

On the first night of joining the group, Tang Ling and Xiaogui Tuanzi played the game of turning pink all night, and she seemed to find fun in this game.

When sleeping at night, Tang Ling had a dream. In the dream, she was kissing Han Zhuo. Han Zhuo was no longer a dignified and indifferent gentleman. Rubbing her cheek, so cute as hell.

On the second day, the main creator continued to prepare for the shooting. The actors read the script, memorized the lines, and adapted to the new environment.

Tang Ling reads the script all day, and then performs, videotapes and plays back the performance.After each performance, seeing the black ball sleeping on the soft cushion next to the pillow, the desire to make it pink became stronger in her mind, so she acted like this.

Tang Ling really didn't expect that what Teacher Pei said: "Once you overcome the difficulty of making a play, this script will benefit you for life" unexpectedly found the answer before the filming started-as long as there are little devils, she will He will immediately think of Han Zhuo, and then return to reality in an instant.

The capital, the Han residence.

Han Zhuo put down his phone and saw Han Gong returning to the study from outside the door.

"Miss Tang said that a dumpling followed her to the set and asked me what to do."

Han Zhuo knocked on the table a few times with the pen cap, and after a while, said softly, "I'm familiar with it."

"Little Ghost Tuanzi has been raised by your side since birth, absorbing the aura of the Han family and the energy of heaven and earth. He is innocent and simple, and is closest to you. He is also very close to the person you raised and missed in your heart..."

Han Zhuo frowned: "Uncle Gong."

Han Gong stopped talking.

At this time, Han Cai came in with a small book: "Miss, you call me."

"How is Huayu's investigation, let me tell you bit by bit."

"Huayu Film and Television, a leading film and television company in the entertainment industry in the Beijing circle, had a few famous masters as shareholders in the early years, and continued to cultivate directors, producers, and actors of its own faction in the later period, accounting for half of the big names in the entertainment industry in the Beijing circle. It is backed by Huayu Group. "

"The founder of Huayu Group is the second generation of red, with a huge business scope and strong capital. Now that the company has grown bigger, the shares have been divided up. The founder died of illness a few years ago, and the shares were given to his son. The founder's family is no longer the only one, but it still belongs to the upper class of the capital. powerful predators of resources."

"This is the information of all shareholders of Huayu Film and Television and Huayu Group." Han Cai took out two heavy folders and put them on Han Zhuo's desk.

"In addition, the investigation found that Zhang Yun's grandfather was one of the founding partners of Huayu Group back then, and is also one of the shareholders of Huayu Group today."

Han Zhuo smiled: "No wonder, it's really unscrupulous to dare to grab other people's roles casually."

"In the final analysis, the entertainment industry is a circle, and the circle will have a relationship. As a leading company, Huayu Film and Television, directors or producers in the circle generally will not confront it head-on. People and dramas that Huayu wants to block, often no one will take the risk. Go up. "Swinging Subway" is considered a hard-hitting product, but Huayu didn't deal with it seriously as a small movie, just wanted to insert a role, so let's forget it. But even so, "Swinging Metro" has no channel to make a movie, It has become a web drama."

"So, if you want to do well in the entertainment industry, if you really offend Huayu Film and Television or Huayu Group, the road will be very difficult."

Han Zhuo tapped the pen on the table for a while, and said: "Yes, the next step is to investigate the content."

Han Cai took a pen to record.

"First, collect all the black history of Huayu Film and Television and Huayu Group, big and small, long and short, as many as you want, the way of the living will not work, and we will go the way of the dead. This should not be difficult. When encountering difficulties come to me."

"Second, investigate whether there are any talented directors and screenwriters in the Beijing circle who don't like Huayu and work against them. The Beijing circle is hard to find, so we can expand it. According to the usual practice, each person forms a profile. Get it sorted out for me."

Han Cai didn't look up, and quickly recorded.

"The task may be a bit heavy. Han found out to follow me every day. If Han Xi is fine, you can ask him to work with you."

"Okay." Han Cai nodded in agreement.

"Don't be too slow, they may have new moves soon, we need to prepare in advance."

Han Cai nodded: "I will as soon as possible."

Han Cai took an important task and left. Han Zhuo stroked his forehead and said to Han Gong:

"Come, let me open the notes left by grandpa."

The master and servant came to the basement, in front of an iron door, where pupil locks had been used.

The iron door opened, and the sensor light came on.The long shelf is full of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, medicinal materials, demon pills that only the Han family knows, and many unnamed, ordinary-looking small objects.

At the end of the shelf is a box carved from huanghuali wood.

Han Gong took out a key from his body, and Han Zhuo took out another key from the cloth bag. The two of them inserted the key into the corresponding keyhole, and turned it around a few times. The amplifier sounded and the lid opened.

There are leather-bound notebooks neatly stacked inside, and at first glance there are dozens of them.

Han Gong took a few steps back without looking sideways.

Next to the box is a table, a comfortable-looking chair, and a lamp.

Han Zhuo sat down, put on cotton gloves, gently picked up the index notebook, and searched for the information she wanted bit by bit.

an hour later.

"Ha." Han Zhuo made a somewhat happy voice.

"I found it, Zhang Yanshan. What a smelly and bad old guy."

……

Thousands of kilometers away, a small town in the south.

After a short opening ceremony, the online drama "Swinging Subway" officially started filming.

At ten o'clock in the evening, after the subway was out of service, the crew rented the right to use the subway station and focused on filming the stories outside and on the subway.

It was a big night to film the first scene. Tang Ling witnessed three deaths on the subway as Wang Chi. When Mo Mo twitched, she had almost no expression on her face, but her limbs were stiff, her hands clenched into fists, the backs of her feet were arched, and her pupils trembled, showing extreme tension and disbelief.

This scene was shot three times and it was over. Liu Peng was very satisfied with Tang Ling's performance and excitedly watched the replay over and over again.Xiao Hua rushed up to bring her water. She heard Lin Lin explain that Tang Ling had a problem with getting into the drama, and she had to make sure that she didn't get out of trouble.

Unexpectedly, Tang Ling glanced at her backpack, raised her head, took a deep breath, raised her head to drink water, asked Xiao Hua for the script, and continued to recite the next paragraph of the story.

Xiaohua:? ? ?

What about going deep into the drama?

Xiao Hua looked at the pink plush ball that Tang Ling forced her to hang on her bag belt this morning inexplicably, she was really puzzled.

At the end of the first day of filming, Liu Peng shouted: "Come on, Wang Chi, don't go, there is someone else, the male lead!"

The leading actor didn't have a role today, but out of respect for the crew, he came to the set to watch for a day.

"Old Jia! Old Jia!"

Lao Jia was next to him and Tang Ling to study the direction of the script in the later stage. Hearing Director Liu Peng calling them, he put away the script and walked towards him.

"The first day of filming went well, let's have a meal to celebrate."

Liu Peng was obviously much more excited than the previous few days. He stretched out his big palm and patted Tang Ling's shoulder, making her stagger.

"Wang Chi did a good job. I was a little worried a few days ago. The little girl didn't know if she could handle it. Today it seems that I was worrying too much."

Jia Ding called him: "Hey, hey, he has top traffic, and he has big wrists. You can shoot as you say, and let her fans scold you when they see it on Weibo."

"Oh, editor Jia, please don't hurt me, I'm really scared."

A few people were laughing and walking towards the restaurant, and the actors walked with them, constantly suppressing the shock in their hearts.

He is an actor with a good reputation but not very popular, and he is a good position to play this online drama. I thought that the crew hired Tang Ling to act in order to attract traffic and bring the topic of flying dramas.

Tang Ling has a good relationship with the screenwriter and director. It's not a superficial relationship. It's a relationship where you can really discuss the plot and acting without fear of hurting each other's harmony.And Tang Ling's acting skills really don't look like a "traffic star". Her acting skills are very proficient and stable, with both academic style and aura. At first glance, she looks like a potential actor who came out of a serious drama school.

Why did you think her acting skills were bad before?The actor is a bit puzzled.

Today I don't drink, I mainly eat.After the food had tasted, Liu Peng became concerned about the leading actor around him.

"How old is Xiao Fan this year?"

"30."

"Ah, is there a partner?"

"I'm too busy at work, so I don't have time." The actor said a little embarrassedly.

"Ah, look at our Wang Chi, oh no, Tang Ling, she's not interested, Tang Linger, are you too busy?"

Jia Ding stretched out his hand and patted Liu Peng: "It's an old habit again, like messing around with couples, can anyone tell you about someone? You're still single."

Liu Peng cursed and argued with Jia Ding.

"some."

All the men present were stunned.

"I have a partner, and the target is outside the circle." Tang Ling said with a smile: "We just talked about it, and it hasn't been long."

"Ah." Liu Peng said, scratching his head: "That's pretty good, pretty good, what kind of work do you do?"

Jia Ding stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth: "Let you ask, ask, you can gossip all day long."

"Start a small company, don't make much money, and barely make ends meet."

"How did you meet?"

"It's a childhood sweetheart, we've known each other since we were young."

"Oh, that's really destined..."

The capital, the Han residence.

Han Zhuo sneezed several times, and Han Gong asked worriedly, "Do you want me to put the cashmere scarf on for you?"

"Uncle, it's June now." Han Zhuo sniffed.