Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

The matter of why Han Zijing was not beaten to death was not settled until the end, but Song Nuan, who had been secretly laughing over there, was angrily read by the manager, and felt that he was only one step away from death every minute.

"When I first entered the industry, I never expected that I would be famous one day in such a profession." Deng Qixia entered the stage of depression after scolding others. If there were ears on his head, he would probably have drooped to the ground.

"Now there are conspiracy theories on the Internet, and they all say that I want to make something happen."

When he said this, he became angry again, and because he had already got out of the car and there were no outsiders around him, he couldn't help raising his voice: "But the general manager is obviously talking nonsense, why did you bring me?"

"Su Changle is a dramatist by nature, do you need a reason for doing this kind of thing?" Song Nuan lay on the bed in the hotel room assigned to him in a manner he had long been used to, watching Yu Yanyan turn off the light in a serious manner, and then turned on the phone The camera took pictures one by one.

This is the most common way to check whether there is a pinhole camera. Song Nuan watched her check it again and again with some amusement, expressing her affirmation of her conscientious attitude.

Due to their professional nature, artists have very little time left for themselves. If they don't even deprive them of the last bit of personal space, then probably not many people will be able to bear it.

"There should be no monitoring facilities." Deng Qixia adjusted his mentality, said so, and helped him turn on the light, and patted Yu Yanyan's shoulder in relief: "Don't be too nervous, you are tired after a day of tossing around today, go back Rest."

The girl who was on the job for the first time was extremely nervous, frowning and looking left and right, for fear of forgetting some key issues that would cause mistakes, she shook her head to express that she was still worried.

"Brother Nuan hasn't become so popular yet that you have a lot of illegitimate fans. It will be too late to accumulate popularity in a few years and then be so meticulous." Deng Qixia smiled helplessly and continued to explain: "Director He made a temporary decision to arrive first. We are shooting here, so the room shouldn’t have any major problems, at most, the sound insulation is not very good.”

When he said this, he seemed to suddenly think of something, rolled his eyes and looked at the person who was lying on the bed: "So if you want to play something with the general manager in the room, I suggest you keep your voice down."

Over there, Song Nuan was swiping Weibo to save the ugly photos of her manager in her mobile phone. When she heard this, she couldn't catch her breath and understood. She coughed for a long time before she stuck her neck and explained: "It's all out of the market and you're just playing a fart. In front of the lady, can you be a little guarded when you speak."

Deng Qixia wondered in his heart that some girls might know more than men nowadays, but after all, he realized that staying here with Yu Yanyan was too much of a hindrance, making Song Nuan unable to contact the big boss.

So he decisively grabbed the assistant's arm and asked people to go out with him, but Yu Yanyan obviously didn't understand the situation, and looked at the clothes in his hand with a dazed expression: "I'm helping Brother Nuan pack his luggage , you drag me | why?"

"Open your eyes and look at the world, he's not disabled, he can't do such a thing!" Deng Qixia couldn't bear it anymore, and dragged her away with more strength.

And when he walked to the door, he didn't forget to turn around and greet Song Nuan with a sweet wink, along with a warm reminder: "Don't forget that walls have ears."

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The wall of bullshit has ears, how loud can a video be when wearing headphones.

Song Nuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, she tossed the things out of the box and placed them in the place she was used to, went to the bathroom to take a shower and then came out.

Usually in the apartment arranged by the company for BWP, she was used to not being able to grab a hair dryer, so Song Nuan simply developed the habit of just wiping it with a towel.

After all, there is a teammate in the group who insists on using a hair dryer to style his hair every night after taking a shower even though the daily training is already very tiring. I don't know where the perseverance comes from.

Su Changle's cell phone probably wasn't with him, and the video call Song Nuan dialed was not connected.

Although it didn't seem to be his problem, Song Nuan knew very well that if she just fell asleep in such a silent manner, Su Changle would definitely blame herself for ignoring him the next day.

"Didn't you say you want to play a video, why didn't you wait for me to sleep."

"I think I have no place in your heart."

"It's only the first day of separation, and it's not so fast to move on."

He can guess exactly what the other party will say.

There is no way, the boss is such an unreasonable creature.

Song Nuan actually felt that she was a little hungry, but after thinking about the description of Cheng Lan in the script, she decided to forget it aggrievedly.

'Shoulder blades as thin as cicada's wings' 'Lying on the bed, every rib is visible'

Song Nuan, the main dancer of the active boy group, touched his body, although it is not exaggerated, but still has clear muscle contours. Just thinking about these sentences gives him a headache.

The role he played in "Limited Relationship" was decided suddenly, and there was not much to show in this morning's audition. He Ran probably didn't notice the problem with his figure.

But this kind of thing can't be avoided at all. After the official start-up, I will definitely be ordered to lose weight.

Song Nuan sighed and dialed again, but this time she was picked up quickly.

Su Changle also just took a shower, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and he started laughing as soon as he saw his shadow.

"How's it going? You're still used to being on the set." He put two pillows behind him, rubbed his brows and asked, looking very tired.

Song Nuan shook her head to indicate that it was no big deal, and after a short pause, she asked him, "What do you want me to do after I settle down and find you for video?"

Of course he asked the question out of the intention of not being cold-hearted, but after he really said it, he quickly realized that he seemed to have given the other party a good opportunity to make use of it.

Sure enough, when Su Changle heard this question, he almost didn't even think about it, so he said quite smoothly: "I want to fuck you."

And it's not over yet.

"Speaking of which, I really miss you a little bit, but it's a pity that I can't see the real person now..."

He smiled and lit a cigarette, leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you play for me?"

Song Nuan: "...can you be more romantic?"

Su Changle nodded sincerely: "Actually, we can, we can also use rock-paper-scissors, and the loser takes off his clothes."

God damn it, the two of them are only wrapped in a bathrobe now, and there are only underwear left inside.

Song Nuan developed the desire to scold him under pressure, and kept telling herself that impulse is the devil, and impulse is the joy of relatives and enemies.

And Su Changle, who had taken advantage of his mouth, leaned back to his original position comfortably, raised his hand and stroked his hair that blocked his eyes, and there was a sudden change in the topic: "Sihuan has a man named An Do you know the actor who changed his situation?"

This name is really quite familiar, Song Nuan pursed her lips in surprise, and asked hesitantly: "The one with a particularly good reputation and a particularly clean resume?"

Monk Su Changle Erzhang couldn't figure out what was going on in the film and television industry. After hearing this description, he subconsciously frowned and took a puff of a cigarette: "Where did I know this? In short, he is Sihuan's artist, you know."

...not really sure.

This is Song Nuan's first contact with the film industry since her debut.If you ask him which boy group and girl group members he may be familiar with, but it will be more difficult to ask a certain actor's name.

But of course, in order to avoid unnecessary disputes about "what is the origin of An Jingqian", he still nodded seriously, and said with emotion: "Yes, I know."

General Manager Su instinctively felt that his agreement was perfunctory, but he continued: "Today, when the special assistant was gossiping with me, he said that An Jingqian had a role in the crew where you stayed. Although I I don’t know exactly what he acted in, but I heard that this person has a good personality, if you have any questions, you can try to ask him.”

It turned out that Su Changle, who used to run the train with his mouth full of mouth, suddenly became serious, but Song Nuan felt that he was not used to it.

Because frankly speaking, he really didn't think this person would say anything serious.

Saying a few joking words like just now, coaxing himself to pull down the bathrobe, this should be Su Changle's routine operation and the way he gets along with himself.

As the boss who supports and supports himself, if giving himself resources is the reward he deserves for exchanging his body, then there is no need for him to care about what happens to the star after he joins the group, right?

In other words, this is actually a bit out of bounds, but it may just be that I think too much.

Song Nuan felt a little awkward for no reason, she nodded to express her acceptance of his kindness, she pursed her lips and lowered her head for a long time, not knowing what to say.

But fortunately, today's Su Changle didn't seem to be in the mood to continue the conversation, he casually teased him for his unnatural reaction just now, then yawned and said that he wanted to end the call.

Song Nuan said in a normal tone, "Hurry up and get out", but then added this sentence with a sneer before the other party hung up.

"Did you tease too many girls and boys, why do you look so hypocritical today?"

Ever since I followed him, I had to go to his apartment at least five days out of seven a week, no matter how hard I tried, I always seemed to have excess energy, as if I would never be tired.

But I don't know if it's because of the virtual network or something else, Song Nuan always feels that Su Changle looks haggard than usual today.

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned. After a while, he seemed to feel that the words sounded a bit sour. He raised up three fingers of his right hand to make an oath, and explained what happened during the day: "Heaven and earth conscience, I just follow Yu Yanyan Said to stay safe by your side, but I really didn't do anything with her."

He didn't hear a reply for a short time, and after a pause, he suddenly laughed, raised his eyebrows and said, "Next time you can just say what you care about me, and it's better to give me a kiss from the air. You see, what you said is so ugly. what."

"Fart, stop being self-obsessed with this." Song Nuan replied quickly this time, slapping the bed board to express that she didn't have such thoughts, and then immediately turned off the video.

Su Changle squinted and watched the screen suddenly return to the WeChat chat interface, looked down at the reaction on his body, and after hissing, he couldn't help but touch another cigarette and light it.

"This kid, how can you be duplicity." He rubbed Song Nuan's WeChat avatar with his left hand without a cigarette, and began to regret why he didn't take a screenshot or something.

One second before the video was closed, the tips of the little star's ears seemed to be a little red.