The gold master is my diehard fan

At night, Song Qingwen sat at the computer desk and watched the electronic file of the script sent by Wu Mingxiu. The movie was called "The Guilty Man", and it was a suspenseful movie. This made Song Qingwen very interested. This kind of script, and it's still a movie.

I have longed for the big screen for a long time. Movies have always been sacred in my heart, because the big screen is a test of acting skills. The cinema screen will magnify all the details of the actors’ expressions, so there will be no mistakes. Such a challenging thing, think about it. Exciting and interesting.

The character Wu Mingxiu introduced to himself was the male protagonist of the film, a college student named Wu Shi. The overall situation was tortuous and exciting, and there was a reversal at the end. Wu Shi is a character who is both good and evil.

After carefully reading the entire script, Song Qingwen felt a kind of spiritual shock. This plot is really worthy of repeated scrutiny.

He immediately sent a message to Wu Mingxiu, he really hoped to act in this drama.

Wu Mingxiu replied quickly, saying that he had told the director, he knew it was Song Qingwen, and was looking forward to working with him.

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On Song Qingwen's birthday, he specially asked his new assistant to arrange a large table of meals. Because he couldn't be too ostentatious, he didn't book a hotel.

This time only Liang Sheng was invited, Song Qingwen sent his assistant away, and began to decorate the house by himself. He bought an air pump early in the morning, and Song Qingwen hung the house with balloons.

After ordering several kinds of flowers, they were delivered one after another. Song Qingwen arranged them, sat on a chair with anxiety and waited for Liang Sheng's arrival.

This was the first time he had confessed his love, and he was inevitably nervous. Now that the weather has turned cold, Song Qingwen's palms are sweating.

He read the draft in his heart several times, and he looked at the door from time to time, expecting the familiar figure to appear.

The candlelight danced on the table, and wax tears slid down the body of the candle, dripping on the candlestick, more and more, gathering into wax lumps.

After a long time, Song Qingwen looked at the clock and was a little disappointed. It was past eleven o'clock, and the dishes on the table were completely cold, but Liang Sheng still didn't show up.

Will he not come?This idea came to Song Qingwen's mind, and he immediately refuted it. Liang Sheng treated him so well, how could he not come to the appointment!What's more, since he made it so clear, he must also know that he will confess today, maybe he is dressing up carefully, so he is late.

The corner of Song Qingwen's mouth raised slightly, it's okay, don't worry, he will definitely come.

Song Qingwen didn't realize that something was wrong until the pointers all pointed to twelve. He took out his mobile phone and meditated for a moment, then dialed Liang Sheng's phone. It rang for a long time, but no one answered. more and more lost.

He put down his phone stupidly, looked at the empty corridor outside, and couldn't help laughing out loud at himself, he might have been tricked!Rich people like them naturally have many tricks, and I am really stupid to believe everything.

"Song Qingwen, what capital do you have to fall in love with them?"

He muttered to himself, the door was not closed, a gust of wind passed through the hall, and Song Qingwen's body trembled when it blew, the night was late, and the temperature was getting low.

Song Qingwen got up and closed the door, closed and locked the door, watched the table full of cold food and walked over to sit down again.

He took a chopstick, took a bite of a lion's head, it tasted good, but it was cold: "Happy birthday."

It's rare that I hope to have a birthday so much, but I was released as a pigeon.

Song Qingwen woke up the next day and it was already high in the sun. He had a stomach ache after eating the cold dishes yesterday, so he rushed into the bathroom with his mobile phone.

The news feed popped up "Shocked, the popular actor Su Hanzhe was revealed to have been in and out of the hotel with Zheyao's boss Liang Sheng intimately last night."

Song Qingwen clicked in, and the photo clearly showed Liang Sheng hugging Su Hanzhe, he turned off the screen, his eyes were sore, what is this?

Sure enough, this is the way this world is, where there is no emotion, it is all nonsense.

I am really stupid, I am being played around, but I still feel good about myself, thinking that Liang Sheng will like me.

Song Qingwen narrowed his eyes slightly, and the rosiness at the end of his eyes could not be ignored. He turned on the screen, swiped his fingertips, and pulled all Liang Sheng's contact information into the blacklist.

Liang Sheng rubbed his temples and sat in the car to go to Song Qingwen's house. He drank too much yesterday and missed Qingwen's birthday.

He touched the gift in his pocket that he didn't give out last time, thinking that Song Qingwen would definitely bring it this time.

"Boss, look." Mi Rong shouted loudly, and handed over the phone as he spoke.

Seeing the photo taken yesterday of himself and Su Hanzhe, Liang Sheng instantly thought of Song Qingwen, wouldn't he also see it?Must be very angry.

Thinking of Song Qingwen's appearance of blowing his hair, Liang Sheng smiled slightly, took out his mobile phone and wanted to call to explain.

As soon as he turned on the screen, he saw a missed call from Qingwen. He must have been waiting for a long time for the call last night.

Liang Sheng was a little distressed, so he didn't dare to hesitate to dial the phone.

"Hi, the user you dialed is busy, please try again later."

When the mechanical female voice came out, Liang Sheng immediately opened WeChat to send a message to Song Qingwen, but was rejected.

His face suddenly became gloomy. Facts have proved that he was blacklisted!

"Hurry up, I want to see Song Qingwen right away."

Song Qingwen is really good at denying himself so easily and expelling himself from his world without giving himself a chance to explain.