Big boss's palm fox pet

"Oh? Isn't it?"

Snapped!

"Say it again." Mo Qingshu raised her eyebrows with a sneer on her face. She was already tall, but now she was standing in condescension to Mu Lin in 14cm platform high heels.

There was a clear palm print on Mu Lin's left cheek, and the skin was scratched with blood marks by the sharp nails. He was very embarrassed, but he still replied firmly: "My name is very good, and I don't need anyone to say it is bad. Anyone , including you, including everyone in the Mo family."

"Ha!" Mo Qingshu laughed back angrily, with the corners of her mouth raised high, she raised her hand to strike the third palm, but the chief director couldn't stand it anymore, and finally stood up: "Hey! Hit. We can handle this private matter in private, it’s not good to make a big fuss on the set, if the paparazzi catches you, it will damage your reputation, little princess!”

The previous group had already overturned their cars and lost their jobs, and now the crew in the crew absolutely don't want to follow in the footsteps of the former.You know, the biggest investor in this show is the well-known Mo Group in the northern business world, and this Mo Qingshu is the sister of the current head of the Mo Group, so she must not be offended.

It would be fine if Mu Lin was a little-known actor, but he is not easy to mess with. Standing behind him is the big boss of the film and television city.

When these two fight, it can be said that gods fight, and mortals suffer.

Mo Qingshu took a look at his four bodyguards. They were all cronies trained by his elder brother Mo Liancheng. Although their abilities were limited on land, their insight was far beyond ordinary people.

The tallest among them looked around, reconfirmed the surrounding situation with just one glance, bowed and said to Mo Qingshu, "Princess, there is nothing unusual."

Mo Qing rolled his eyes at the director, and said in a bad tone, "You're not deaf, are you? Did you hear me?"

The director swallowed, feeling contemptuous towards this ancestor in his heart, but he still kept his flattering smile on his face: "Hey, I heard it, I heard it, it's fine if you don't, haha."

"Then get the hell out of my princess! Really, this princess taught her dog a lesson, and I want you to join in the fun?"

Yun Roujing couldn't see her eyes, she clenched her fists tightly, her eyes flicked between Mu Lin and Mo Qingshu several times, but in the end she didn't dare to step forward due to the terrifying aura of the four bodyguards, and even backed away cautiously Half a meter away.

God gave everyone the kindness to be sympathetic to the same kind, but did not give everyone the ability and courage to help each other when confronted with injustice.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yun Roujing chose to back down and be an indifferent bystander like everyone else.But there was something different, she clenched her phone tightly, and the recording was still going on in the phone...

Snapped!

The third slap finally landed on Mu Lin's face, he didn't hide, didn't resist, just stuck in place like a log and let it be played.

"Is that enough?" Mu Lin's voice was soft, with a sense of helplessness that hadn't been seen for a long time.

"Hmph!" Mo Qingshu rolled her eyes and turned her face to one side.Of course she is happy to humiliate Mu Lin, especially when she is in full view, but now Mu Lin doesn't dodge or evade, and she doesn't run away and beg for mercy like she did when she was a child, which really makes her feel bored.

"Then let's film the movie well." Mu Lin looked calm, as if he wasn't the one who just got slapped three times in public.

Hearing this, the director immediately stepped forward again, and tried to persuade Mo Qingshu with a good voice. The latter punched the cotton, and it was not easy to have another attack, so he had to give up temporarily.

Seeing that Mo Qingshu couldn't take care of her anymore, Mu Lin quickly ran back to her lounge and locked the door.

Raising her hand to caress her swollen cheek, Mu Lin looked at herself in the makeup mirror with a lonely expression.

"Ugh……"

Does it hurt?

Of course, but he can bear this little injury.

Aggrieved?

Maybe it used to be, but not now.For that family, he had given up his heart as early as 500 years ago.

Did he do something wrong?

Maybe, the fault is that he shouldn't be born to block their eyes, but in this matter, do they have the right to choose him?No, how could it be blamed on him?

The field manager came over and told him to go back and rest for a few days, Mu Lin quickly packed up his things and left, so as not to be entangled by Mo Qingshu again.

"I'm sorry." As soon as he went out, Yun Roujing appeared in front of him, and handed him something wrapped in a towel.

"It's not your fault." Mu Lin knew that she was guilty of not being able to help herself at the time, but between people, no one owes anyone. Yun Roujing's helping him is a kindness, not helping him is a duty .Mu Lin doesn't claim to be smart, but he understands such a simple truth, and it is absolutely impossible for him to vent his anger on others like Mo Qingshu.

Yun Roujing originally lowered her head, but when she heard him say this, she raised her head to look at him nervously. The face of the fairy-like figure was hurt at this moment, but the light and kind smile was still soft and beautiful.

She was stunned for a moment, and she didn't realize it until Mu Lin took something from her hand.

The thick towel was carefully folded into small rectangular pieces, neatly wrapped on the mineral water bottle covered with a thin layer of frost, Mu Lin couldn't turn his head, and asked puzzledly: "This is..."

"Um... it's used to apply to the face, it can reduce the swelling quickly, and it won't freeze your hands if you wrap it in a towel."

For a young actor like Mu Lin who is known for his good looks, an intact face is the basis for career development.Yun Roujing admits that she is not brave enough, but she will not give up her kindness because of her cowardice and incompetence.

"Thank you." Mu Lin thanked gratefully. It's so cold, who still sells ice water?It was really hard for Yun Roujing to find her.

"You're welcome."

With a wave of his hand, Mu Lin lowered the brim of his hat and stepped away quickly.

Bang!

As soon as Yun Roujing returned to the set, she heard a lot of noise coming from Mo Qingshu's lounge, followed by Mo Qingshu's signature loud scolding: "Are you a pig? The makeup is so ugly and it's just makeup!" Master, you won’t be afraid of being laughed out of your teeth when you speak out!”

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Shall I uninstall and reset it for you?"

Mo Qingshu didn't appreciate it at all, and taunted her even harder: "Would it be better if you start over again? You're a pig brain, you're hopelessly stupid! Change your career as soon as possible! If you practice such a bad skill for eight lifetimes, you won't be able to succeed!"

The sobbing sound of the makeup artist was also mixed with the scolding of the director and others. Yun Roujing listened so comfortingly that she simply plugged her ears with earphones and hid herself in a corner.

In the exclusive lounge, Mo Qingshu saw the make-up artist run away crying, her heart became more intense, and she waved all the things on the dressing table to the ground, the bottles and cans were cracked and broken, like makeup It was so easy to brush that it would not be damaged, so Mo Qingshu stepped on her feet hard and scrapped it completely.

"It's all that damn vixen! It's bad luck to see him!"

As soon as the director heard what Mo Qingshu said, he immediately understood. He was afraid that he would also be angered by Mo Qingshu, so he came forward flatteringly to offer advice.

The author has something to say:

I have a business meeting tomorrow to attend, so I went to bed early today, uh...Although I didn’t seem to be there early (covering my face)

Please take me as a negative teaching material~

The relationship between Mu Lin and the Heijiao Clan in Beihai will be explained later. Originally, he wanted the Heijiao Clan to have a black surname, but it was a bit embarrassing to hear, so he used ink characters, implying that the original scales of the Heijiao Clan were as black as ink. .