After the change, the stand-in and the second male ran away [Transmigration Book]

The toast to the shareholders of the dinner was inexplicably postponed to the end.

After Rong Zehuai returned to everyone after "finishing important matters", he visibly became enthusiastic.

Probably just signed another important good list.Everyone thought.

"Boss, why is Mr. Qiu missing?" The assistant looked around and asked quietly, holding a wine glass.

"He was too tired and fell asleep in the office." Rong Zehuai turned his head and explained, "Don't bother him later, I'll go by myself when it's over here."

"Oh." The assistant nodded, feeling something was wrong, and walked away in a very reasonable manner.

When the clock struck twelve, everyone in the hall raised their glasses together.Rong Zehuai's dazzling smile mixed with the golden light reflected from the champagne in the wine glass, was frozen in the camera.

The office was quiet, Rong Zehuai opened the door carefully, and walked to the small bed in the dark in the dark.

"Qiu Zhuo, it's time to go, wake up." He touched Qiu Zhuo's face and woke him up softly.

"It's over?" Qiu Zhuo rubbed his eyes and sat up, suddenly holding his waist and sucking in a breath of cold air.

Rong Zehuai sat next to him and rubbed him slowly.

"Well, it's almost over."

Qiu Zhuo couldn't help but waved his hand to stop rubbing. He picked up the clothes on the side and put them on one by one.

Rong Zehuai followed closely, like a big clingy dog, almost wagging his tail around Qiu Zhuo.

"Go home now? I'll ask the driver to wait below." Rong Zehuai rubbed Qiu Zhuo's neck, sniffing around.

Qiu Zhuo pushed his face away with his hands, and glared at him, "Where are you going if you don't go home?"

Rong Zehuai walked away and sent a message to the driver.

Looking at his back, Qiu Zhuo felt a little funny, and the little happiness in his heart came out again, like the fluffy grass sprouts by the river in spring.

What happened to Gu Hanrun today suddenly made Qiu Zhuo realize the reality clearly from the chaos.

There is no need to be so clear about who I am.

Some people are immersed in the past, and some people love his present with all their heart.

So why be confused?The answer is obvious.

"Put on another coat, it will be cold at night."

Suddenly, a warm jacket was put on his body, Rong Zehuai's words interrupted Qiu Zhuo's train of thought.

"Don't catch a cold, you still have to go to filming, when the time comes to toss back and forth, my heart will die..."

Seeing him muttering to himself, Qiu Zhuo couldn't help secretly laughing.

After everything was done, Rong Zehuai hugged the tightly packed Qiu Zhuo and went downstairs, and safely stuffed him into the car.

"Can you take off your coat now?" Qiu Zhuo asked with his eyes narrowed as his face was flushed red from the heat.

Rong Zehuai smiled and helped him take off the scarf, and couldn't hold back when taking it off, leaned over and kissed Qiu Zhuo's cheek.

The car was driving smoothly on the road, because Qiu Zhuo took a nap just now, so he is not too sleepy now.And Rong Zehuai had been spinning around with his nerves tensed for several days, and now he was finally able to relax, and soon his eyelids began to fight.

Qiu Zhuo looked up from the script, turned around and saw Rong Zehuai's side face with his head down, obedient and quiet.So he couldn't help leaning over and told the driver to drive slowly, and then leaned his shoulders to let Rong Zehuai sleep more peacefully.

After driving like this for about five or six minutes, Qiu Zhuo was fascinated by the lines, when suddenly the mobile phone vibrated next to him.

After waiting for a while, Rong Zehuai didn't seem to wake up, Qiu Zhuo was afraid of delay, so he took out his cell phone.

The name of the contact person flashing on the screen was very vague, Qiu Zhuo hesitated for a moment, but still accepted it.

"Hi, Rong Zehuai is inconvenient to answer the phone right now, you can wait later..."

A steady male voice from the other end of the phone interrupted Qiu Zhuo's words.

"It doesn't mean anything else, I just came here to congratulate his company on its listing."

Hearing this contemptuous tone, coupled with the name of the contact person Rong Zehuai set up, Qiu Zhuo quickly guessed that the person opposite was Rong Zizhen.

"My friend went to that dinner party and said it was well organized. I hope Jian Jia can maintain this level in the future."

If ordinary people say this kind of thing, Qiu Zhuo simply listens to it as a blessing, but this is from Rong Zizhen, so it is hard for people not to think about it.

Qiu Zhuo glanced at Rong Zehuai who was still sound asleep, turned his head and replied: "Your congratulations, I will accept it on behalf of Rong Zehuai. I don't know if the standard can be maintained, but Jianjia will keep going up anyway. Thank you for coming to bless me specially." .”

Rong Zizhen seemed to be choked by Qiu Zhuo's words, and did not reply for two or three seconds.

Qiu Zhuo was waiting for him to exchange some pleasantries, but Rong Zizhen hung up the phone directly.

"Tsk." Qiu Zhuo hadn't been impatient with anyone yet, but when Rong Zehuai was involved, his tolerance dropped a lot.

He put down the phone, stroked Rong Zehuai's hair, and said in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

Good sleep tonight.

When he woke up the next day, Rong Zehuai sent Qiu Zhuo to the airport with a radiant face.

He was not afraid of being photographed, he hugged Qiu Zhuo with a look of reluctance, tightened the hat on his sweater, lowered| leaned in and kissed him several times.The fans I met by chance screamed again and again.

The assistant beside him had to tense up, clutching the phone and preparing to call security at any time.

"Remember to send me a message when you arrive." Rong Zehuai brushed Qiu Zhuo's hair, and the corner of his mouth curled down, looking aggrieved.

Qiu Zhuo originally wanted to slap him away, but when he saw this expression, he couldn't do anything.So he clicked his tongue twice, and leaned over to touch his forehead, "It will be fine when I come back."

Rong Zehuai still wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qiu Zhuo with his eyes, "If you let fans see it so sticky, I will take the initiative to apply to stay in the crew to film, and we will see you in two months."

Rong Zehuai raised his eyes, and quickly sat up straight, that domineering demeanor of keeping strangers away returned to him.

Qiu Zhuo patted him on the back in satisfaction, got up and bent down and kissed Rong Zehuai's forehead, and said, "Let's go." Then he pulled the suitcase without hesitation, and led Sister Li straight to the boarding gate.

Rong Zehuai sat there watching until Qiu Zhuo's back disappeared into the crowd, then straightened his clothes and got up to leave.

The fans around were waving happily in various videos. Rong Zehuai smiled brightly at them, and then left the airport with his assistant.

In the car, Rong Zehuai kept fiddling with his phone, and the assistant didn't dare to ask. Not long after, the boss's Weibo account posted a post.

The assistant glanced at him, then clicked on the notification.

Rong Zehuai, who was forced to maintain the overlord persona just now, stinkingly posted a photo of Qiu Zhuo, which he took secretly in the early days, in less than 2 minutes, and added the word "mine" coldly.

The comment area exploded into fireworks in an instant.

Looking at Qiu Zhuo's appearance, the picture should have been taken when he played Shen Qingqing.

In the photo, Qiu Zhuo fell asleep in a pile of costumes, defenseless like a simple little rabbit.The picture is not very clear, but when the outside light halos in, it adds a layer of atmosphere.

Because Qiu Zhuo seldom does business on Weibo, except for official makeup photos, posters and so on... There are very few photos of his own daily life.

Rong Zehuai made such a statement, and the scorching fans were almost grateful.

"Bodhisattva Rong Bodhisattva came down to earth, knowing that we miss Xiao Zhuo, and brought us a picture of Xiao Zhuo's cute sleeping. Everyone, please say thank you, President Rong!!"

"Oh my God, this Zhuo Zhuo is too good-natured and too sweet... When I think of this man who posts on Weibo seeing Xiao Zhuo like this every day, jealousy makes me completely unrecognizable!"

"Abaaaba, I saw the two of them inseparable at the airport today, so I tweeted this Weibo to me now. Woohoo, double the critical strike!"

"Heh, Rong Zehuai, I order you to post more photos like this, and let us have more sweets. Don't be ungrateful, or I'll kneel down and beg you to know!"

"This photo really fully proves that Mr. Rong and Xiao Zhuo were talking at that time, and the relationship is still so good. It can be seen that the people who passed on the package at that time had ulterior motives."

The assistant closed Weibo without a word.

At that time, the photo was obviously taken by Mr. Rong himself, so he insisted on blaming himself.Originally thought that the boss of this photo had deleted it long ago, who would have thought that he still kept it and would post it triumphantly.

God knows how much he, a person who knows the truth, has paid for this relationship?

After a period of flight, Qiu Zhuo sent a text message to Rong Zehuai to report his safety when he got off the plane, and then quickly devoted himself to the filming work.

Because Director Lin's team is very professional and experienced, even if Director Lin digs out the details, the shooting time will not be as long as the previous "Two Places", and the efficiency has at least doubled.

Now that the script has reached the middle and late stages, the war reporter Ren Weiran played by Qiu Zhuo goes deep into the internal battlefield to engage in reporting and recording work.

The scene to be filmed today is the one that impressed Qiu Zhuo the most.

"Qiu Zhuo, if today's scene can be filmed well, I think you will be fine for any type of scene in the future." Director Lin specially came over to talk to Qiu Zhuo today, patted him on the back earnestly, "If you find it difficult, we can extend the shooting time today. The final result is the most important thing."

At this moment, Qiu Zhuo was being bandaged by the prop master, and upon hearing this, he raised his head with difficulty to express his determination.

When everything was ready, Director Lin went into the small shed with a monitor, picked up his exclusive walkie-talkie and said, "Everyone take your seats, start shooting!"

Remnant geese in the sky streak across the sky where the gray mist has not dissipated.

The scorched trees that were scorched with sparks raised unresolved dust everywhere.

Corpses, ruins, and the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke mixed in the nostrils.

This is a battlefield where the battle has just ended. Except for the occasional artillery fire from a distance, it can almost be called quiet.

Ren Weiran struggled to walk in the trench while protecting the camera in his arms.He was entrusted to film the recent battle on the front line, but was forced to stay here because of a temporary strategic shift.

Ren Weiran carefully stepped over an unrecognizable corpse, then knelt down and mourned for the soldier for a while.

War is always cruel. Ren Weiran has suffered many injuries in the past six months as a front-line reporter. The most serious one this time was that he was shot along the cheek by a bullet and almost lost his left eye.

Suddenly there was a small movement not far away, Ren Weiran looked around vigilantly, but half a meter away, he saw a compatriot weakly knocking on the kettle with his fingers.

"Can you still talk?" Ren Weiran quickly rushed forward with a bowed body, carefully examining his injuries.

The soldier was hit by a stray bullet, and his entire abdomen was bleeding.The thin cotton padded jacket was easily torn apart by bullet armor, and the pitiful cotton wool was mixed with blood, and the internal organs could be easily seen through the clothes.

Ren Weiran couldn't bear to look any longer, so he focused his eyes on his face, "Comrade, please stay awake, the medical team from the rear will be here soon, please..."

The soldier gently raised his hand, interrupting Ren Weiran's words.

"Withdraw...they have withdrawn a long time ago." Panting with difficulty, the soldier turned his head slightly to look at Ren Weiran, "...the injury is like this, I can't be saved..."

Ren Weiran clenched his teeth.

Because of the disparity in strength and the heavy casualties, the Kuomintang | Nationalist |

But when the news came out, these frontline soldiers didn't know it yet.They fought desperately, but now they are abandoned in the corner of the cold battlefield.

There will be no medical team from the rear, and there will be no hope for tomorrow.

"You have...a camera. Can you...take a photo for me?" The soldier no longer struggled with his own life and death, but begged Ren Weiran to take a photo for him.

"Take it... as a posthumous photo." The soldier gasped for breath after weakly saying these two words, Ren Weiran had to put his ear to his mouth to hear what he was saying clearly.

"Okay." Ren Weiran's nose was sore, he nodded, took out the camera he was holding in his arms, and began to check the film.

"Take it as it is, leave a thought for my mother." The soldier swallowed the blood in his throat with difficulty, and raised his head to look at the camera in Ren Weiran's hand with all his strength.

The flash flashed by, and the dying soldier showed a faint smile.

Life freezes.

When the camera slowly spits out the photo paper, the soldiers in the trenches have already swallowed their last breath.

Ren Weiran clutched the photo and remained silent for a long time.

The soldier didn't have his name, and he didn't say his home address. This photo will never be sent out.

I don't know who to leave it to.Besides Ren Weiran, who else would know that he died on this nameless battlefield?

Ren Weiran stood up and looked at the panicked sky.

It is obvious that he is the motherland when he raises his head, but he can't see the motherland.

He was left alone in this huge battlefield.Mourning, chilling wind, scorched battlefield.

Ren Weiran went from bewildered at the beginning to helpless and desperate later.

He watched these scenes with tears in his eyes.

Is there hope for tomorrow?

Who is he witnessing this for?

Ren Weiran held the photo in his hand, tears streaming down his face.

"Card!"

Director Lin yelled heavily to stop.

This scene was filmed five times before and after, and Qiu Zhuo was crying so hard at the end.

Sister Lin quickly jumped off the "trench", and helped Qiu Zhuo up with distress.

In this scene, from the good intentions of fabricating lies, to the lies being exposed, to the desolation of witnessing the death of soldiers, to the final loss and despair.

Unbearable, sad, full of tears, crying loudly.

This all requires a one-shot transition without a pause in the middle.

Qiu Zhuo's final performance made Director Lin nod his head back and forth, and was also affirmed by the entire crew.

After the filming, because he was too tired, Qiu Zhuo went back to the hotel early to rest, and forgot to send Rong Zehuai a good night message.

And Rong Zehuai didn't bother to notice this in Jianjia's office hundreds of kilometers away.

At ten o'clock, the assistant pushed open the door of the office in a hurry, and reported an extremely ugly news to Rong Zehuai.

——Jian Jia was just listed yesterday, but one-third of the shareholders suddenly clamored to withdraw their capital today.

"Did they reveal the reason?" Rong Zehuai stood up and clenched his teeth.

The assistant swallowed hard and nodded, "There is news that as long as our side is willing to withdraw, Rongsheng's shareholders' meeting will give them a place."

Rong Zehuai narrowed his eyes, and a cold light shot out.

He put the contract back on the table and turned to look at the brightly lit Rongsheng Building.

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