Pregnant with the child of the entertainment industry tyrant

Yan Lan made up her mind this time, no matter what Zhuang Yunliu said, it was useless. Zhuang Yunliu couldn't jump out of bed to stop him because of his leg injury, so he returned home smoothly.

It's just that the picture of being in the ward just now is still in front of my eyes, and Zhuang Yunliu's shouts full of various emotions are also in my ears——

"What's the matter with you? Are you angry again? Why are you angry again? Haven't you been fine all along?"

"Don't be angry, if you are really angry, you will get angry at me, what are you doing in the middle of the night..."

"Hey, you have to leave tomorrow! It's too late today, you can't drive alone, it's so far from home!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll call Xiao Zhao to pick you up!"

At this moment, Yan Lan finally spoke——

"Don't bother people anymore, okay?!"

Zhuang Yunliu was taken aback for a moment, moved his finger holding the phone slightly, and asked tentatively, "Then I...call someone else?"

"I, myself, can, yes." Yan Lan was very angry and said every word.

On the day Zhuang Yunliu was hospitalized, the Bentley he often drove was placed on the scene of Zhou Ming's program group. Later, he asked his assistant to drive it directly to the parking lot of the hospital, thinking that Yan Lan was also here, and there was a car that could be used at any time. It's more convenient, but it turned out to be good now, he doesn't know if other places are inconvenient, but it is really convenient to run around in the middle of the night.

As soon as Zhuang Yunliu was hospitalized, he changed into a hospital gown. Except for his mobile phone, Yan Lan kept everything from head to toe, including the car keys.

After packing up the suitcase, Yan Lan put on her hat and sunglasses, ignored Zhuang Yunliu, walked out of the ward without looking back, and said to herself: "If you don't worry about driving, you can ask the assistant to come to me during working hours tomorrow." Pick up the car there."

Back home and turn on the headlights, the spacious living room comes into view, and the long-lost sense of comfort blows over us.

I didn't feel it in the hospital before, but now when he came back, he seemed to be suddenly tired, so tired that he only had time to do the two necessary things, changing shoes and washing hands, and quickly lay down on the big sofa in the living room .

The moment he lay down, the cells all over his body clamored for relaxation. He stretched his legs and feet lightly, then curled up again facing the back of the sofa, and supported his stomach wrapped in the sweater with one hand.

grown up again.

Before, he thought that pregnancy didn't have much impact on him, but recently, he didn't dare to have such naive thoughts. He began to pay attention to it and felt pressure.

Because during the few days that he was with Zhuang Yunliu in the hospital, he suddenly found that no matter what or how he wore, no matter whether he was standing, sitting, lying down or even lying on purpose, he could no longer cover his stomach.

That weight became more and more obvious, making him tired and short of breath if he stood for a while longer.

He was young, how had he ever been like this before?

Even with emotions, he is easily irritable and irritable, and even more prone to restlessness and trance, so he and Zhuang Yunliu quarreled for a while and then...

So he fled back.

Not only because he felt that Zhuang Yunliu deliberately bullied him made him a little angry, but also because he wanted to get out of that environment and calm down.

Zhuang Yunliu tried his best to get back together recently, but he never said it out loud. Instead, he used the method of boiling a frog in warm water. Starting from the night he made an appointment with Zhang Yinan, he threw him into the pot without him realizing it at all. .

Until now, he spent Zhuang Yunliu's money in a daze, lived in Zhuang Yunliu's house, hired Zhuang Yunliu's employees, admitted that he was the father of the child and let him hug and touch him, himself... Touched him too.

And it's that kind of place.

I even accompany the bed in the hospital like a family member.

But what is their relationship?

Not a colleague, not a friend, not a lover, not a husband and wife, not even a purely physical relationship.

It's so weird.

So, does he want Zhuang Yunliu to confront him?

Yan Lan thought about it carefully, and it seems... not really.

He even said that he was a little afraid of Zhuang Yunliu's revelation, because he hadn't fully accepted it, and he would panic and feel that he was no longer in the safe zone.

From this point of view, Zhuang Yunliu still understood him.

What about him to Zhuang Yunliu?

Simply put, did he love Zhuang Yunliu?

Even if the past is no longer important, just look at the present, the present him, do you love or want to love Zhuang Yunliu?

Thinking of this word, Yan Lan felt dizzy like never before.

He clenched his clothes tightly, knowing there would be no answer to this.

The problem is not with Zhuang Yunliu, but with him. No one has taught him since he was a child, and he doesn't know what conditions this kind of "love" needs to meet.

Whatever came to mind, the phone ding-dong, and Zhuang Yunliu sent a message——

[are you home yet?I thought you were driving just now, but I didn't look for you, so I should be here now, right? ]

Yan Lan hesitated for a moment, before simply replying the word "arrived".

[That's good. ]

[Go to bed early and sleep late tomorrow, I have been working too hard in the hospital recently. ]

[Actually, it’s fine if you go back, I didn’t want you here from the very beginning. ]

Zhuang Yunliu began to talk at length on his own.

[I'm sorry today, I know you don't want to, you compromised because of my injury, and I'm indeed a little bit confident and a little bit floating because of this.If you don't like me, I won't be like this in the future, but I'm not an old hooligan, I only have feelings for you, and I will endure for you. ]

[I think you may be in a mess right now, but it’s still the same sentence, don’t put too much pressure on yourself, anyway, we have no one else, we are only responsible for ourselves, no matter what, there are many things that don’t happen all the time Can be analyzed in detail or must be done overnight from the beginning.Let's just accept the status quo and let nature take its course, shall we? ]

[In short, as long as there is no malice, I enjoy any stage, any relationship, and any state with you. ]

Yanlan:! ! !

Why does Zhuang Yunliu have two faces?

So scoundrel not so long ago, now so... wise, gentle and caring.

He knew the hesitation and confusion in his heart, but he was not in a hurry, he just cooperated.

It was probably wrong to say that he boiled frogs in warm water earlier, but he was actually... trying his best to coax and tolerate himself.

Yan Lan turned over, looking at the phone screen hesitantly.

What should I give him back?

[Oh] seems a little yin and yang.

[Well] It seems that I promised him again.

[Knowing] slightly impatient.

[Received] is too blunt.

After much deliberation, he still couldn't face Zhuang Yunliu's confession directly, and bypassed it and said: "I'm going to take a bath, you go to bed early too." ]

[Alright, the bathroom floor is slippery, be careful. ]

[By the way, I heard that pregnant people are afraid of heat, but you must not take it lightly, the bath water should not be adjusted too cold. ]

Yan Lan sat up from the sofa, watched Zhuang Yunliu's instructions silently for a while, and then said "OK".

Then he threw the phone aside, put his hands on the sofa, and quietly looked at this empty and elegant living room.

The shiny black Steinway stood on one side. He looked at it, and Zhuang Yunliu sitting there appeared in front of his eyes, and the intermittent music he played last time rang in his ears.

After listening to Zhuang Yunliu playing it last time, he found the audio of those two pieces to listen to. The professional performance is naturally much better than Zhuang Yunliu's impromptu performance, but...

He still wanted to listen to Zhuang Yunliu.

He wanted Zhuang Yunliu to go back and practice seriously, and then play it again for him...and the little baby.

But he couldn't say anything like that.

From time to time, he watches some popular science videos about prenatal education and parenting. The family in the videos is always complete and harmonious. The two adults regard the child as a treasure, and divide the work reasonably from the time of pregnancy, taking care of the child meticulously, so that the child can grow up healthily and happily.

When Zhou Ming said that his child has only one father and would lack love, he was very angry. On the surface, he felt that what Zhou Ming said was prejudice, but in fact, it might also be because...that sentence hit him pain points.

Who doesn't want to have a complete, harmonious and warm family?

This was what he had been thinking about when he was a child, but later he gradually realized that it was a delusion, so he could only fight against it with the fierce thought of "If you don't have it, you don't care about it. He is not rare, and you can still live well without him".

Because he has no choice, if he doesn't hint to himself like this, it will be difficult to persist in life.

But now he is about to become a father, and now he has a choice, so what kind of life is he going to give his children?

The whole night, Yan Lan's consciousness was hazy.

The next day, I stayed in bed for a while, and finally felt that I should not be too lazy and had to do business, so I got up, ate something, and drove to the studio——

It was still Bentley who started Zhuang Yunliu, anyway, he didn't want it, and he didn't bother to take the initiative to find him.

When we arrived at the place, everyone was quite surprised to see him coming. After all, everyone knew that he was staying with Zhuang Yunliu in the hospital, so he came so suddenly, could it be...

in argument?

It's just that no one dared to ask, so they pretended to be confused and greeted each other.

After chatting for a few words, Yan Lan held a short meeting to summarize the recent work.

The studio is basically fully staffed;

New endorsements for milk powder, early education products, and higher-level household products than in Shengming;

The producer of the new album has been confirmed, the official album with ten songs is currently being composed, and a demo will be released in the near future;

A lifestyle variety show sent him an invitation, and several crews sent scripts, and the management team is doing selection analysis.

Everything was going smoothly, much smoother than he had imagined before, all thanks to Xiao Zhao.

And the power of Zhuang Yunliu represented behind him.

There are no idiots in the circle. It is self-evident what it means for Xiao Zhao to be in charge of his studio. Although everyone recognizes his strength, but on the other hand, even if he is just a vase, as long as it is Mr. Zhuang's vase, he will not There will be a shortage of resources.

So the only thing he can do now is to keep working hard to improve, to keep his name and reality worthy.

Soon after the meeting, Deng Yuan suddenly called.

Yan Lan was taken aback, and found a quiet place where no one was around, and answered the call quite solemnly.

"Hello, Miss Yuan."

"Hello, long time no see, I haven't heard from you recently."

Yan Lan said helplessly: "I have to hide from people these days."

Deng Yuan laughed, and asked, "How many months?"

"Just seven months."

"Oh, so you really don't want to see people now?"

Yan Lan was slightly at a loss: "Sister Yuan means..."

"I accepted a movie with a supporting role, and I recommended you to the director."

Yanlan:! ! !

"However, your current situation is a bit complicated, so let me talk to you first." Deng Yuan's tone became serious, "This movie is about a realistic theme, about the life of an ordinary middle-aged woman, the script is solid and grounded The filming team has nothing to say. The protagonist is me, and the character I recommend you to play is one of my three children. In the work, I lost my husband in my early years, and each of the three children has their own problems. Simply put, they are all gnawing on the old. You, the role of you, is a love brain, pregnant before marriage, the other party is unwilling to marry him, just want to continue to play with him, and covet him to give money, so coax him with sweet words, tricks come and go Then go, he is deeply trapped in such a relationship, unable to solve the problem, he can only transfer all the problems and pressure to his mother, probably such a poor person must have hateful character."

Yan Lan responded with a "hmm".

"Although there are not many roles, they are quite multifaceted. They will show many different states in a limited time. You can dig deep and test your acting skills. The reason why I recommend you to the director is because you Very beautiful, with a suitable image. Second, although you don’t have much acting experience, you are talented. I think you can win it. Third, you think...you are just pregnant. This kind of real experience is quite rare. Yes." Deng Yuan smiled, "Of course, your character and situation are completely different from this character."

Yan Lan also laughed, and said, "Sister Yuan, don't worry, I won't think wildly."

"That's good, I'm afraid you will start scolding Miss Yuan for disgusting you after you hang up the phone."

"How could it be?" Yan Lan said hastily, "A role is just a role. I know this very well. I'm too happy that Sister Yuan recognizes me like this."

He is certainly popular now, but the films that Deng Yuan receives must be serious about making works and art. Such a team only considers acting skills, and traffic is not considered at all. It can even be said that although they are all in the entertainment industry, Deng Yuan's circle and the circle he is in now are to a certain extent walled off.

Besides, he really has no acting experience.

Deng Yuan's ability to recommend him meant that he recognized him from the bottom of his heart. Apart from being grateful, how could he think about anything else?

On the phone, Deng Yuan became more serious: "Okay, then let me talk about my concerns now."

Yan Lan hurriedly said, "Sister Yuan, please tell me."

"First, this role is a supporting role, and if you count the number of roles, it is almost four times; second, this role does have bright spots in performance, it can be said that it is worth playing, but it is very unpleasant to the audience, and there is a high probability that it will be rejected. Scolding; third, the play is a literary play, and the scenes are also life scenes. In theory, it will not be very hard, but if you want to perform well, you must mobilize your emotions richly, and there will be one or two more explosive scenes. I don’t know your body. Can you bear it?"

Sure enough, Deng Yuan spoke quickly, and these words were very clear.

Judging from his current status and the connections behind him, the role must be aimed at the protagonist. Even if he has no previous experience, he must at least be the second male lead, and the role should preferably be positive and interesting. There are stalks and attractives, which can make fans style and the audience ah ah ah ah, or hahahahaha. After getting a certain recognition and standing firmly as an actor's heel, then pondering the villain, multi -faceted, complex, complex , Depth is not too late.

From this point of view, this role does have certain risks.

Plus his personal reasons...

"Sister Yuan, when will the show start?"

"After half a month at the latest, there are not many roles for this role, and there must be enough time, otherwise I wouldn't recommend it to the director."

Deng Yuan refers to the time until his birth.

"How about this, I'll send you the script, you have a look, and discuss it with the team, if you are interested, let's make an appointment to meet with the director, have a deep chat, and have a shot audition by the way." Deng Yuan paused , "Sorry, Sister Yuan is not in a position to give you a chance to be exempted from the test."

"What did Sister Yuan say, I..."

"Okay, okay, you're welcome, let's do it this way." Deng Yuan said briskly.

Yan Lan also readily responded: "Okay, listen to Sister Yuan."

Suddenly, Deng Yuan smiled strangely, and joked: "By the way, do you need the producer and director to greet Mr. Zhuang in advance?"

Yanlan: ...

This question is so embarrassing.

His face was a little hot, and he said in a panic: "No... no, it has nothing to do with him, I can decide for myself."

Thinking of Zhuang Yunliu pulling him away from the crowd on the day of the fashion celebration, everyone probably felt lingering fears, for fear that he would be destroyed suddenly by Zhuang Yunliu if he was really used, which would affect the progress of the entire project.

Then he assured again: "Don't worry, even if he knows now, he will definitely not mess around."

However, I regretted it after I finished speaking.

I always feel like saying this is like admitting something in disguise.

Sure enough, Deng Yuan also burst out laughing.

The two chatted a few more words casually, then hung up the phone, and Deng Yuan followed up with the script.

Yan Lan started to read on the spot.

I was mesmerized at first glance.

The moment he watched it, he decided that he didn't need to discuss with anyone, he wanted to act, he wanted to take this role down, it didn't matter whether the protagonist was likable or not, and he didn't want to be an actor for that.

As for the body...

The big deal is that I only do this job recently.

After all, a really good opportunity is never to be missed.

Because both Deng Yuan and the director had jobs in other places, it took another five days before they finally got together and met.

During these five days, Yan Lan was not idle. He repeatedly read the script, imagined the scene, thought about the characters, memorized the lines of the characters and the opponent's characters, wrote character analysis and script experience, and designed some character modeling and interpretation aspects. little details.

The director couldn't be more satisfied, and immediately decided to ask him to act. Deng Yuan is also very proud of being the recommender.

Yan Lan herself was even more happy, as if she had received the university admission letter and learned that her thesis was rated as excellent.

On the way back, he looked at the roads of the city and the street scene passing through the car window, and he also felt very beautiful.

"Mr. Yan, this matter is very good." Xiao Zhao who was driving suddenly said hesitantly, "That's...do you want to tell Mr. Zhuang?"

Yan Lan was taken aback.

Xiao Zhao smiled embarrassedly: "I'll just say that casually, haha."

Yan Lan also laughed, he is in a good mood now, he can listen to anything, he is even willing to make a joke, and said: "If I don't say it, are you going to say it?"

Xiao Zhao quickly shook his head, shaking his ears and lips with all his strength: "No, no, no, I definitely didn't mean that!"

Yan Lan's smile widened a little, and she asked calmly, "Is Mr. Zhuang discharged from the hospital?"

Xiao Zhao nodded: "I just left this morning."

Yan Lan raised her eyebrows and looked over: "Didn't you get fired? Why do you still know about him so well?"

"Uh..." Xiao Zhao was sweating all over, and then had an idea, "Oh! I just saw Mr. Zhuang's circle of friends!"

Yan Lan closed her smile.

Because of the important meeting today, he has been tense all the time. He hasn’t opened Moments since he got up in the morning. As soon as Xiao Zhao reminded him, he also took out his mobile phone and swiped a few times. Zhuang Yunliu’s dynamic came into view—— —

[He was discharged from the hospital smoothly, and he can barely walk. Today, he started his rehabilitation alone (scissorhands). ]

There are four accompanying pictures, all with hazy and beautiful filters, which are the hospital ward photo, the Rolls Royce phantom photo in the hospital parking lot, the living room photo at home, the alloy crutches and the reconstruction plan photo.

He is well versed in the tone of a young man in literature and art, and he is indeed Mr. Zhuang.

But soon, Yan Lan's attention came to a special detail——

A person?

What do you mean?

He frowned and thought for a while, looked at Xiao Zhao, and asked boldly, "Where's Mr. Zhuang's nursing team?"

Xiao Zhao swallowed when he heard this, and didn't even dare to turn his face away, just said: "Resignation, resignation."

Yanlan: ...

Well, well, well, a trace of evil fire came up from the bottom of my heart unexpectedly.