And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Under the impact of huge traffic, Weibo was almost paralyzed.

There are three entries in the top of the hot search——

#Wen Gu Wife#

#Wen Gu Suspected Official Announcement#

#I also want to sleep with my wife#

Then, as if it had been discussed, it occupied the front row of the hot search list.

Sheng Zhixin switched back to WeChat with trembling hands, and sent a series of question marks to Wen Gu, but that person seemed irresponsible, and just went to work without a word of explanation.

Wen Gu has always been good at bringing his own rhythm. Ever since he was a malicious host on the marketing account, Yuji, he has been in an invincible position of "Only I can lead my own rhythm, and others should not try to lead my rhythm".

The studio's public relations team has gone numb.

My boss's character of always thinking out is really hard to guard against. Either fans who have not posted on Weibo for 800 years can only go to the vip upgrade system to check in, or they will be a blockbuster level, such as the last time because of a kiss. The hot searched public relations statement, and the current ambiguous "hug your wife to sleep".

Damn, no one cares if you can sleep with your wife, we only care who your wife is.

In an instant, the comments on Wen Gu's Weibo became lively.

[Mr. Wen, the two cats are both female, how can there be a wife?no wife]

[I don’t want to see cats, I want to see real people QAQ and take a picture with my wife is fine QAQ we don’t choose]

[Help, which god came down to save the entertainment circle and took you in? 】

【As fans, we really thought you would die alone, my daughter is relieved】

Sheng Zhixin wanted to laugh while brushing.

There seems to be a big problem with the focus of this group of fans. Should fans of artists who are suspected of having a public relationship collapse on a large scale?Why are you still celebrating with gongs and drums?

After thinking about it, he figured it out.

Wen Gu has never followed the idol route, and falling in love has no big impact at all.

Sheng Zhixin was inexplicably relieved, and secretly posted a "kiss" expression in the comment area with his trumpet, and quickly cut it out as if he had done something bad, and opened the first hot search in order to cover it up. Looking at it, he frowned again.

There are eight or nine marketing accounts that have been slandered by Wen Gu in recent years. Now there is a lot of excitement, and they all spare no effort to guess with great prowess.From the female artist who was rumored for the first time, to the young singer who has collaborated recently, and what she said has a nose and eyes, if Sheng Zhixin is a passerby who doesn't know anything, I'm afraid he will believe it.

The marketing account listed a total of five or six suspected "wife" candidates, but none of the artist's studios dared to go along with the water and release some ambiguous itinerary plans to stir up a wave of gossip.

The corpse that had been scolded before was still hanging on the wall, and they didn't have the guts to touch it.

The instigator of all this was in a good mood, and left work early, crouching in his car with the air conditioner blowing on and replying to WeChat messages.

Countless messages popped up on Weibo, and he gave a "tsk", thinking that the notification sound was noisy, so he uninstalled the big eye software, which was very simple and rude.

[Xiaolin Xiaolin is invincible in the world]: What do you mean?

[Xiaolin Xiaolin is invincible in the world]: Is this successful?

"Well," Wen Gu replied, "Last night."

Comrade Lin Zijin, who was on the front line of eating melons, had a big brain: "At night? Could it be..."

"Think too much."

Wen Gu lightly wrote: "It's a very pure and normal confession process, your thoughts are really dirty."

After he finished replying, he thought about it, and then clicked on Quan Zian's dialogue box: "Director Quan, I have something to tell you."

Quan Zian: "?"

"Last time I brought you the starlet who met you once," Wen Gu said, "I will sign into my studio in two days, and then I will send it to you as the male number three, is that okay?"

Quan Zian: "???"

A smile curled up on Wen Gu's lips: "He's mine now, and he will come to me in the future if you need something, don't beat around the bush and find someone else."

"Crazy, you're too idle," Quan Zian said, "That's why I need to take time out of my busy schedule to reply to your message."

Wen Gu shook his head and lamented that Director Quan really didn't understand, scrolled through his friend list, and regrettably found that there were no other people who were close and strict.

Although he doesn't care whether the relationship is announced or not, anyway, he doesn't rely on the establishment of a single person to attract fans and stir up popularity, but Sheng Zhixin is just starting out, and he can't put the future of the little lead singer in it because of his willfulness.

Just as Wen Gu finished thinking, a phone call came in.

It's an unknown number with no notes.

He frowned and pressed the answer button. Just as he was about to speak, the voice on the other side seemed to be choked with sobs: "Teacher, tell me this is not true, you just posted Weibo casually, right? I..."

"There has to be a limit to entanglement, Ai Xin," Wen Gu said blankly, "Are you annoying?"

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Ai Xin to answer.

***

Sheng Zhixin was worried all day, but found that none of the sales accounts guessed that Wen Gu's Weibo was about him.

This group of marketing accounts guessed the woman and guessed the man. After all, there is nothing bad or difficult to say in this era. From the top to the [-]th-line star, no one guessed that it was Sheng Zhixin.

After all, the two of them had an oolong kiss before, and Wen Gu also showed his dislike for Sheng Zhixin in the open, so no matter how big the brain of the marketing account was, it didn't reach Sheng Zhixin.

Sheng Zhixin was a little upset.

Anyway, I have kissed her before, so why can't I guess?

He endured his unhappiness and closed Weibo, and started to read the script that Wu Tong sent him.

As expected, the script is another spy film, but apart from the director Quan Zian, the assistant director and producer have not been filled in yet, and the script is only rough, it should not be finalized yet, and he has not signed it. Confidentiality agreement, I'm afraid I'll say it out soon.

Sheng Zhixin played the song "Solo Dance" written by Wen Gu in his earphones. He read the script line by line, and was fascinated by it. When he turned to the last page, he was still a little reluctant to part.

The title of the play is tentatively named "Flower Face", and it tells the story of an intelligence officer codenamed "Great Sage" of our party pretending to be the head of a juggling class to quietly pass on information. A story of success ushering in the dawn of liberation.

He lay on the bed and pondered for a while, then picked out the role that might be given to him and looked at it carefully, and found out why the director said he was looking for him.

Because that character is an important figure in the juggling class, he can not only play the erhu, but also play the allegro, and even sing a few lines when he is happy, he can be regarded as a half-round talent.

Quan Zi'an has always been known in the circle for being "strict" and "rigorous". This means that if the character written in the script needs to play, play and sing, the actor must be able to play and sing. .

In the words of Quan Dao, it's too fake, it's shocking to see.

Sheng Zhixin thought about it all afternoon. Although he felt that his acting skills might not be able to support this drama with family and country feelings at all, he was inevitably moved by the good script, so he told Wu Tong that he was thinking about it. Thank you Director Quan for your love. .

As soon as he put down his phone, he saw Huo Ming hastily put away the melon seed shells and walked to his bedside: "Mr. Xiao Sheng, it's time to go to bed."

Sheng Zhixin looked down at the time and found that it was indeed 09:30 in the evening.

"I can't sleep at this point," Sheng Zhixin said, "I'll sleep again later, okay?"

When he was begging for help, his deer eyes were full of grievances, and Huo Ming couldn't bear to see it, but he was afraid that his boss would get angry with him after he got into trouble, so he could only bite the bullet and say: "No, Teacher Xiao Sheng, this is the boss. request, I..."

Sheng Zhixin said that your boss still promised to come to see me today. It’s already 09:30 in the evening and there’s no sign of anyone, and that Weibo didn’t explain it. How can he sleep?

But even though he was so slanderous in his heart, he was not too embarrassed to trouble Huo Ming, so he could only hand the phone to him obediently.

Huo Ming turned off the headlight, leaving only a small lamp beside the bed.Sheng Zhixin looked at him puzzled, and then heard him cough lightly: "The boss may come over soon, that..."

Sheng Zhixin's face flushed, and he lay down obediently after saying "oh".

Before he could close his eyes and lie down for a while, he heard the door of the ward being opened.

The man's movements were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing him, he quietly walked to his bedside.

Sheng Zhixin opened his eyes, and saw the person who had been thinking about it for a day standing in front of him, his mood brightened immediately, and he stretched out his hand to hold his boyfriend: "Is it so late to finish work?"

Wen Gu sat down beside his bed: "I can't make it during the day, and there are three paparazzi behind the car, so I can only visit you at night."

After he finished speaking, a smile appeared on his lips: "Have you eaten the apple?"

Sheng Zhixin was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that his thoughts during the day would be written down by him: "Eat."

After finishing speaking, he frowned and added: "But it's not delicious."

"I won't eat after I leave the hospital," Wen Gu said, "Does your leg still feel uncomfortable?"

In fact, Sheng Zhixin felt that he could get out of bed and walk in the past two days, but everyone thought he was made of porcelain and protected him from going to the ground, for fear of hurting Jingui's leg again.

Even the men's team's announcement has been pushed twice, declaring that it was a schedule issue, but the actual teammates knew that Sheng Zhixin had dropped his leg, and every day he was unshakable in the group to express his condolences. Pei Ming even asked his agent to buy it for him. Two big bone sticks were sent to the hospital.

Sheng Zhixin had been lying on the bed for a long time, and the more he lay down, the more he felt uncomfortable. Just about to apply for a walk, he suddenly remembered the script he had liked, and said quickly: "Mr. Quite like."

Wen Gu raised his eyebrows: "What are you talking about?"

Sheng Zhixin told him the story, and at the end he was a little proud: "I think I am quite suitable for this role, and I have acted in so many bad dramas before and the directors don't dislike me. This script is still very fateful.”

"Well, there is fate," Wen Gu said, "so why do you report to me?"

Sheng Zhixin's face blushed, and his voice lowered: "Aren't you my boss, you have to talk to your boss about accepting a play..."

"Am I just your boss?"

Wen Gu bullied him and said softly: "I thought you could tell me something else, but I didn't expect it was just about work?"