After the full-level boss lifts the coffin [Quick Transmigration]

trembling?what trembling?

He was obviously angry!

Closing his eyes hard to calm down, Li Rui leaned over and bowed to Yue Guofeng as an apology, and then followed the other party's instructions to switch roles with Wen Jiu.

——It's not important, it's not important, other things can be discussed later, today he must win the admission ticket of "Beacon".

Torturing to extract a confession, if the opponent is someone else, he may still be a little nervous, but now Lin Qing is half kneeling in front of him, an ex-boyfriend who is afraid of being beaten by him, why should he be nervous.

Quickly do a good job of mental construction, recalled the lines sharply, and the moment he opened his eyes again, full hostility poured out.

The shadow of the backlight was like a mountain pressing down, and the darkness completely surrounded Wen Jiu. Perhaps the original owner had too many and deep memories of similar painful scenes. At this moment, he actually felt the throbbing pain of the back conditioned reflex.

It was the scar that Li Rui pulled out with a belt.

Who is Wenjiu?He has tasted the feeling of being struck by lightning, how can he be afraid of such a small injury?

Easily suppressing the original owner's eager instinct, Wen Jiu looked at Li Rui with a gun against his forehead: "Why don't you speak?"

The exact same lines have different tastes when they are spoken by different people. If Wen Jiu gives people the impression that there is a knife hidden in a smile, Li Rui is a real volcanic eruption.

As if wanting to vent the humiliation he had just suffered, he knocked Wen Jiu's eyebrows with a gun as if in a demonstration, deliberately increasing the force, leaving a blush on the opponent's skin.

It's a pity that Wen Jiu's basic skill in performing the task is to pull away from himself and interpret the original owner from the perspective of God. Let the other party use the prestige of the audition to exert pressure, Wen Jiuba does not stand still, and directly confronts Shang Li Rui Eyes, give the response that the plot should have.

What kind of look was that?

Are you used to the coercion of superiors?Or is it the firmness of faith in your heart?In short, the moment he met the young man's eyes, Li Rui clearly realized that this was not Lin Qing, but the protagonist in "Beacon".

General.

Iron blood killing.

For no reason, his momentum was a little lower.

In the following performance, Li Rui, who realized that he was gradually losing his dominance, tried his best to overwhelm Wen Jiu, but made a mistake that made him look like a bluffing orangutan.

After the two performances ended, Yue Guofeng glanced at the two people who were standing in the center of the venue again, and drew a few outlines on the introduction: "Lin Qing's stay is pending, Li Rui can go back."

Although the one recommended by Yinuo Entertainment is a bit young, it has good basic skills and is also very spiritual. It has good eyesight and knows how to use small details to guide the audience into it.

There was a serious mistake in the first scene, of course Li Rui knew that his chances of being selected were slim, but Lin Qing being left behind - even if it was just pending news, it still made him feel like a thorn in his throat.

His lips trembled, and he really wanted to yell at the people around him. Lin Qing is a coward, a waste who dare not fight back after being beaten and scolded by him. How can such a person play a good role as a famous general? !

The aggrieved role of the young Chen He is suitable for the other party!

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the veins on Li Rui's arm, and Wen Jiuhao took the time to add fuel to the flames: "Li...Mr. Li, are you still leaving? There is no filming assignment for "Meng Chen Xiang" today?"

"Meng Chen Xiang", Li Rui's ancient puppet for the film, the plot is obviously water-filled, and the seventy episodes make it smelly and long like a foot wrap.

As soon as these words came out, Yue Guofeng's expression changed immediately.

Although there is no distinction between high and low in movies and TV dramas, but he still dares to interfere in his movies. How confident is Li Rui in his acting skills?

Arrogant, disrespectful, just a glance makes people angry.

Waving his hand, he said, "Sharp, right? Shidi, big star, since you are so busy, you won't be able to use any of my plays from now on."

"I..." I planned to rush the ducks to the shelves after being selected, but Li Rui blushed and held back for a long time, but he couldn't find any words to explain.

Xie Xuan, who was silent for a while, finally spoke out: [He originally wanted to apologize in private after the audition was over. 】

But being disturbed by Wen Jiu, no matter how sincerely Li Rui apologized afterwards, it could only be regarded as "have to" for the benefit.

The matter of filming can be big or small, and when Li Rui performed extremely poorly in the audition, pointing out this matter can naturally anger Yue Guofeng to the greatest extent.

[So, people should do less evil things, maybe there will be evil spirits knocking on the door at any time. 】Watching the scumbag leave the meeting room disheveledly, Wen Jiu turned his head and bowed to Yue Guofeng: "Sorry, I was the one talking too much."

Looking deeply at the tall and beautiful young man in the center of the field, Yue Guofeng hummed: "... I will not be an example."

In the vanity fair of the entertainment circle, those who are powerless and too simple often cannot go very far. He has vaguely heard the quarrel between the other party and Li Rui. In the final analysis, the latter is not strong enough. Will be as angry as it is now.

The assistant guarding the door called the number at the right time: "Is No. 8, No. 8 here?"

The same as the development of the original book, the other person left by Yue Guofeng in the end was still narrowly defeated by the unlucky protagonist Halo. After a round of additional trials, except for Wen Jiu who broke the rules and won the male lead, the actors in other positions did not change at all.

"Ahh! Brother Lin! I knew you could do it!" Seeing Wen Jiu's sweat in the gym, Xiao Liu's face was full of excitement, "When the time comes, when the crew posts Weibo, Li Rui's fans will definitely like it!" Mad!"

Looking at Wen Jiu carefully, Sister Wang was also a little surprised: "Yes, I thought I could only get the male second."

After all, the other party's cool and beautiful appearance is there. Judging from the appearance, it lacks a bit of calmness, perseverance, maturity and reliability.

But having said that, these external conditions can be made up for by makeup, clothing and other means. Only acting skills cannot make a breakthrough in a short period of time.

"President Xiao Xu tried his best to sign me and gave him such a good condition. Of course I can't let him down." Wen Jiu had already prepared an official answer in his heart, and Wen Jiu said without even thinking about it.

Sure enough, the next second, Sister Wang looked at him with a little more affection: Silly boy, the heir of the Xu family wants to sign a starlet.

But in any case, it is better to know the kindness and repay the favor than the white-eyed wolf.

"Besides, I also like acting very much," Wen Jiu lowered his eyes, recalling the emotions he felt from the original owner's resentment, "I like it very much."

It's a pity that Li Rui's love full of suppression and desire for control left him with no time to think, and he didn't realize what he wanted most until before he died.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Xuan's voice suddenly sounded in Wen Jiu's mind: [What about you, what do you want most? 】

As Wen Jiu, not Lin Qing.

[I don't know,] Leaning on the soft pillow, Wen Jiu closed his eyes, [I have to say the same thing, I want to eat the honey-stuffed lotus seed cup you made. 】

Born with the appearance of an evil ghost, Wen Jiu knew from the moment the city was burned by fire that the more he wanted something, the less he would get it.

If you force it, you will often have to pay a very, very painful price.

For example, at this moment, Xie Xuan, who was asking him what he wanted just now, has completely lost his response.

That's right, Buddha, it's condescending to cook a meal for a mission, and it's ridiculous to think about cooking alone to please a ghost.

Having said that, Wen Jiu couldn't hold back from cursing when he walked out of the elevator in the dormitory: "Bastard, stinky monk."

When cooking for him under the pagoda, he was really forced by the old bald donkey.

"I heard."

The closed door was opened from the inside, and Xie Xuan, who was dressed in a monk's robe, stood by the door, the spatula in his hand was extremely unsuitable.

The smell of food wafted faintly, and he turned sideways to make way for Wen Jiu: "Aren't you going to come in?"

The location of the film and television base in S City is far away from the company, and the roads are too congested. Wen Jiuzu took more than two hours in the car to return to the dormitory. It is undoubtedly a kind of full of enthusiasm to be able to eat hot meals at this time. The happiness of fireworks.

But Wen Jiu didn't move.

Because he doesn't know what price he has to pay.

Pie in the sky, sincere and gentle care without any purpose, such good things will never happen to him.

In a flash of thought, he even suspected that Xie Xuan had a virus.

However, the smell wafting from the kitchen was too pleasant. Besides lotus seeds and white fungus, Wen Jiu also smelled the burnt aroma of tofu being fried in hot oil.

With a big movement of his index finger, he instantly forgot about the price or price: he is dead, what else can he lose?

"Change your shoes." With a stretch of his long arms, Xie Xuan closed the door with a posture that almost held the young man in his arms, "Just remember to wash your hands after the food is out of the pot."

What the hell, he's not a baby in the kindergarten.

Slandering secretly, Wen Jiu stepped on her slippers to go to the bathroom, and suddenly remembered something, half of her head popped out from the door: "Xie Xuan, where did you get the money?"

Steadily holding a plate of golden fried tofu, the man whose name was called was calm as usual: "I exchanged it with your points."

With slightly raised eyebrows, Wen Jiu snorted and laughed: "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha again?"

Xie Xuan: "Then do you want it?"

In the warm sunset, the man's body was covered with a layer of soft light, and there was a bit more intimate and harmless fireworks than usual. Wen Jiu's heart moved, but before his mind turned, his mouth had already answered: "Yes."

"Come over and sit if you want." Pulling away the chair at hand, Xie Xuan put the plate next to the rice cooker: "The lotus seed cup is the dessert after the meal, and I will take out the pot later."

Seeing that the other party was about to turn into a piece of data and disappear out of thin air, Wen Jiu somehow opened his mouth and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Although you have the consciousness to be a snail girl, I'm not an inhuman host." He muttered a few words as if trying to make amends, he wiped his hands, and when he raised his eyes, they met the dark and deep eyes of the man.

Slightly bent, as if smiling.

It's a pity that the smile was only for a moment, and when Wen Jiu, who was greedy for beauty, wanted to take a closer look, Xie Xuan had already returned to his usual old well without waves.

"The group of bald donkeys in Wanfo Temple really have no discernment." After filling a bowl of soft and glutinous sweet porridge, Wen Jiuwu spit out a sentence, and stretched his chopsticks towards the fragrant and tender tofu.

With such an attractive appearance, why can't he think about becoming a monk.

His straight gaze stuck to him as if he had grown feet. Xie Xuan, who had prepared the last dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables, supported the edge of the table, and lowered his eyes helplessly: "Look at what I am doing?"

"Let's have dinner," Wen Jiuli said confidently with his lips stained with water, "there's no meat in the dish, why don't I enjoy my eyes?"

"But having said that, this monk's robe is really getting in the way, Master Buddha, why don't you take it off..."

bang.

The ceramic dishes were bumped to one side, and the white-robed monk disappeared in the blink of an eye amidst the surge of data.

Deliberately and slowly took a bite of the tofu, squinted at Wen Jiumei, and laughed like a fox.

It's a bastard to have the cheap and not take it.

Compared with him, the smelly monk is still too young.

The author has something to say:

Wen · Sao Hua Wang · Nine.

Well, when Jiujiu understands what "price" she has to pay, her expression must be wonderful.

Compare your heart every day, okay?