After dressing as a cannon fodder scumbag, I wash my whites

Mo Wenqiao didn't sleep after receiving Gu Xie's call last night, and lay with his eyes open until three o'clock in the morning before squinting for a while.

During the half-dream and half-awake period, all kinds of strange dreams came one after another, and at six o'clock in the morning, they were all driven back by the director's loudspeaker.

There are no shadows left.

On the last day, we only need to record a few hours in the morning. The time is tight and the tasks are heavy. Before dawn, the staff are already running around the city to catch up with the process.

Mo Wenqiao was woken up by the noise outside, and slowly got out of bed to wash, because he was sleepy from lack of sleep.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the summary of the first stage started on time. The director stood in front of everyone, speaking quickly, and pushed back the manuscripts one by one.

Mo Wenqiao yawned, and looked around, all the NPCs in the city were here.

Gu Xie is not here.

"The first stage of the third season of "Us in the Crowd" ranks first in the overall rating——" After finishing speaking, it finally came to the long-awaited announcement of the total score. The director deliberately elongated his tone to draw everyone's attention Attracted, "Song Chengyan!"

"Let's congratulate him!"

The NPC and the guests applauded collectively. Amidst the sound of "pa.pa.pa", Song Chengyan walked onto the red carpet that was just laid this morning.

All the cameras were aimed at him at the same time, and with a gentle smile, he accepted the prize from the director.

【what happened?Isn't it Mo Wenqiao? 】

[Congratulations to Cheng Yan! 】

【Isn't Mo Wenqiao the number one overall review last night?】

[He failed to repay the mortgage and was deducted a lot of points]

[Don't be ky, don't be ky]

[No matter what, the champion is Song Chengyan, please don't trick Mo Wenqiao]

The recording ended with applause, the staff stayed to organize the scene, and the guests could leave first.

When Mo Wenqiao returned to the hotel, Zhou Yuelian booked him a plane early tomorrow morning, saying that there was a new work arrangement.

In the past two days, Zhou Yuelian has been jumping up and down like chicken blood, broadcasting the number of fans of Mo Wenqiao in real time on Moments, wishing to tell the whole world that Mo Wenqiao is going to be popular.

Mo Wenqiao liked his latest Moments.

In the past few days, he hasn't used any social platform except WeChat. After recording a variety show, the public opinion has completely changed.

His Weibo fans have increased by more than 300 million. This is only the fans brought to him by the live broadcast during the recording period. After the official edited version is broadcast, the popularity will only increase.

Along with himself, he and Gu Xie's CP—Qiao Xie, became popular together.

Since the employment mission between him and Gu Xie started yesterday, more and more passers-by came here admiringly.

The CP of the two of them directly surpassed the popularity of Song Chengyan and Fu Si's CP, rushed into the top five in the CP output ranking of a certain app, and they still have the momentum to continue to catch up.

Even Mo Wenqiao's Weibo homepage was pushing him and Gu Xie's CP to edit the video.

He clicked it and looked at it, and it was still the bloody and cruel kind.

A seasoned love veteran and a gentle and wealthy overlord.

You love me I don't love you I love him.

I don't know from which corner the CP fans dug up the material, many of which are not impressed in the memory of the original owner.

Anyway, the cut was decent, and a group of little girls in the comment area screamed and screamed after being abused.

Pretty fun.

"Congratulations, you got your wish."

Ling An sent a message.

Mo Wenqiao closed Weibo and replied: Thank you.

Ling An:? ? ?

Ling An: Do you have anything you want to tell me?

Mo Wenqiao: Sorry.

Ling An returned with a bared expression: Get lost!Stupid. Forced!

Mo Wenqiao shrugged, closed the chat box, and opened another chat box.

The chat history between him and Gu Xie is limited to the waistless photo he sent.

They hadn't contacted at all in the past two days.

what are you doing?

Mo Wenqiao typed a few words, thought about it and thought it was inappropriate, and then deleted it.

After tangling and tangling, I only sent two sentences in the end.

Mo Wenqiao: I will go back tomorrow.

Mo Wenqiao: I will look for you when I go back.

Last night, Gu Xie suddenly said that she wanted to adopt him, but before he could reply, she hung up on the other side.

He had to make it clear with Gu Xie, whether or not he would make sure.

What does it look like now.

Mo Wenqiao thought, obviously Gu Xie was the old hand in love, and he was indifferent to him, hot and cold, elusive.

He took off his coat, and a golden coin suddenly fell out of his pocket, turned around a few times, and lay on the carpet.

The coin bears the city logo of Paddy and the number, 3000, on the other side.

He bent down to pick up the coin and rubbed it between his fingertips.

This was given to him by Gu Xie yesterday, and he hid it in his pocket until now.

It wasn't intentional, the time was really tight this morning, he hurried to look for Gu Xie at the place where he lived, but not only did he not find anyone, the total score had already been calculated when he came back.

He was directly deducted half of the points because he owed a huge mortgage.

Miserable or he is miserable.

Nothing.

Mo Wenqiao put the coin in the bag.

Then I fell asleep from three o'clock in the afternoon until the next morning, making up for the sleepless night last night.

"Hey, ask the bridge, are you there yet?"

As soon as Mo Wenqiao got off the plane, Zhou Yuelian couldn't wait to call.

He dragged the suitcase in his hand, his hat and mask covered most of his face, and with his mobile phone under his shoulder, he walked forward with difficulty: "Just got off the plane."

Zhou Yuelian: "Okay, that's right, I've accepted a play for you, and it's only been a few days since I started it, and the director called you by name. The script has already been sent to your home, so you should prepare well. This is a big IP, and it is very likely that it will Explosion, you must not screw it up, you know?"

Mo Wenqiao said perfunctorily, "Okay, I got it."

"You and Mr. Gu..."

"The car is here, hang up first."

Before Zhou Yuelian could finish speaking, Mo Wenqiao hung up the phone with a "shua".

Mo Wenqiao got into the car, lowered his mask slightly, exposing his nose, "Master, go to Jinhe Garden."

"Okay."

The driver turned the car around and saw that Mo Wenqiao was wearing strange clothes, so he couldn't help but take a closer look.

"Young man, I think you look familiar, star?"

Mo Wenqiao is outstanding, even if he only shows a pair of eyes, he is surprisingly good-looking. Even if others don't know him, they can easily think of him in the entertainment industry.

"No." Mo Wen started on the side of the bridge, avoiding the driver's scrutiny.

"No, I think you look quite iconic, especially like the one my daughter likes recently, what's that called..." The driver thought hard for a while, then tapped his head, "What is the bridge, what is it called?"

"No."

"Isn't it called this? Well, let me tell you, the little girl nowadays thinks about beautiful boys every day, this star and that star, and she doesn't spend her mind on studying..."

The driver was a chatterbox, and he never stopped for a moment, from his daughter complaining to his daughter's teacher.

Mo Wenqiao listened casually, even if there was no indication that the driver was still talking with high spirits, he didn't feel tired at all.

When we got to the place, the driver was still a little bit unsatisfied, and the gesture of helping Mo Wenqiao with his luggage revealed his reluctance.

Mo Wenqiao didn't go back to his home, he took a taxi directly to Gu Xie's.I dragged my luggage and didn't even have breakfast.

Then I was stopped by the security guard outside, and I couldn't even get in.

"Hi, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

I don't know how many calls, but the other side still can't get through.

Mo Wenqiao was standing outside the iron gate, basking in the sun, and the security guard was watching his every move vigilantly not far away.

It was as if Mo Wenqiao was a potential criminal who might attack someone at any time.