heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming finally choked on the red oil again, for the fourth time within half an hour.

"It's alright, alright, brother Ming, I think you'd better eat mushroom soup." Fu Yan hurriedly pushed the pre-packaged Chunsheng over to him, "Don't cough your stomach into the pot later."

Gu Ming poured down half a bottle of pure life and put it on the table, coughing and cursing: "You have a fucking stomach? Biology is taught by the physical education teacher!"

"Hahaha, fuck, I didn't know you were so excited to have a meal." Fu Yan laughed.

Gu Ming didn't respond to him, he picked up the fat beef and boiled it in the pot, took eight seconds to pick it up and threw it into his mouth.

This stuff is very hot to the mouth, but it is really refreshing to take a bite of the meat.

"Brother Ming," Fu Yan didn't eat, and looked at him with interest as he leaned against the backrest, "You've lost weight."

"Hmm." Gu Ming looked up while eating the chicken breast, "Fuck, why are you looking at me like that, who is disgusting?"

Fu Yan broke down in less than three seconds, and burst into tears with laughter: "I think you're funny, but you look like you haven't eaten meat in three days."

"Five days." Gu Ming slapped him and pointed at him, "Don't look at me with the kind of eyes that want to promise you, I have no money, so I can't marry you."

Fu Yan's smile became even more exaggerated, as if he could laugh so hard that he could fall into the hot pot at any time: "It's not Brother Ming, why do you do this. You are living a life that requires me to help you every month, why don't you admit your mistake and go home?"

"Good girl!" Gu Ming reacted greatly, staring at him viciously, "If you bring this up again, you won't be allowed to help next month."

"Okay, okay! Don't mention it, don't mention it! Mr. Gu has such a temper that he can touch it!" Fu Yan fished vegetables out of the pot for him with a playful smile: "Come and eat fat intestines!"

Gu Ming felt that he was seriously fucked, but if he didn't eat it today, he wanted to go back to the hot pot again, but he didn't know what to expect.

"Hey, it's a holiday today!" Fu Yan swiped his card and came out of the hotpot restaurant.

Gu Ming put his hands in his pockets, stood on the side of the road smoking a cigarette: "Christmas."

"There is no Christmas, as long as you are not single, all holidays have to be Valentine's Day." Fu Yan tilted his head and sang: "As long as you love the right person~ Valentine's Day is celebrated every day~"

Like a dog howling, the passing couples all looked at them with strange eyes.

"Go away." Gu Ming pointed across the road.

"Tsk," Fu Yan looked at him, "That's fine, I'm useless if I'm full."

Gu Ming hiccupped, "Don't greasy me, go back quickly, find some girls to sleep with if you're lonely."

Fu Yan squinted, "Hey! I love you for nothing. I don't know how to be filial. Dad visits you every month..."

"Auntie!" Gu Ming pinched out his cigarette, "Because of you, I have an auntie from now on!"

"Fuck." Fu Yan laughed and quickly knelt down to Gu Ming, "You should leave home, you are suitable to be a critic, and you will hate the world."

Gu Ming ignored him, staring at the clean street in a daze, across the river, there were a lot of pedestrians walking in twos and threes.However, he is nearsighted at [-] degrees, and he doesn't like to wear glasses, so all he can see are shadows like blades of blades.

"Let's go, I'll drive you back." Fu Yan pushed him.

"No need, I'll walk back." Gu Ming said, "Your son can't drive into my alley, so I won't have to take a detour and take the steps."

"Now it's your cousin." Fu Yan pointed at the car, "Then nephew, aunt is leaving now?"

"Are you bored?" Gu Ming resisted yelling at him.

Fu Yan played with him since he was a child, and knew his temper, so he hurriedly retreated before he turned his face: "You have to take care of yourself after my aunt is gone! Drink more hot water!"

Gu Ming: "..."

If you walk backwards like this, you won't be afraid of being hit by a car.

Gu Ming watched Fu Yan's car roaring away, and everyone along the way turned their heads to look.

"Pretentious." Gu Ming commented.

It was only a few degrees Celsius at the end of December, and it was naturally cold outside, which made people's hands and feet stiff, but the body was still warm after eating hot pot.

In this kind of weather, Gu Ming who just went out in a long black coat that was open was also very pretentious.

Gu Ming resisted the trembling and wanted to look stylish while walking against the wind towards the rental house.

Houses are cheaper in places with inconvenient transportation. Even taking a bus in the place where he lives takes 10 minutes.

"Passers-by walk across the street and across the river, and the good scene is only for a moment. The forest will wither, and the wind will blow away the clouds. The confusion you left me..."

The phone in his pocket rang and sang, Gu Ming stretched out his hand to take it out, and seeing Lorna's name made his heart chill.

Just waiting for the phone to sing until the chorus, he accepted his fate: "Sister Luo."

"Ah! You finally know how to answer the phone? Did the screen fail again? Or have you already written your resignation letter?!" Rona's voice roared.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear it because it was too noisy outside." Gu Ming tried hard to say sincerely.

"Qiao Mao, do you think I can't hear that you are as quiet as a chicken!" Rona continued to roar, "Where did you go? I told you to finish editing the manuscript before going to get off work! Did your ears be blown away by the northwest wind! "

"I've already revised the manuscript." Gu Ming sighed and stood still.

"Corrected?" came the sound of turning pages from Lorna's side, paused for two seconds and then howled: "Changing a few punctuation marks and changing the word order is called correcting? Then why don't I hire an elementary school student to write the manuscript for me!"

Gu Ming took a deep breath, tried his best not to explode, this is fucking work, work, work, no job, no money, no money, no money, no money to sleep on the street, street, street...

Damn, he has to sing, it's been a tough day.

"Chang it, you don't need to go back to the office, change it for me at home tonight." Lorna finally calmed down and ordered.

"Sister Luo," Gu Ming pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why don't you give me some direction, the whole story is about being slept by the jury, the producer, and the agent, and that brother is just about to be slept by a dog." sleep--"

"Yes! It's just being slept by a dog!" Lorna was very excited, and the sound of a mouse came from the other end, "Gu Ming, your thinking is correct, writing this kind of article, you have to go to the bottom of it!"

"How about writing black and white?" Gu Ming asked.

"Damn! You care about him?" Lorna almost didn't recite it, "You don't know that Zhou Yu, all you have to do is to shock the eyes of sunspots and passers-by!"

"Oh." Gu Ming replied speechlessly.

"Let me tell you, Gu Ming, don't have any psychological burden! Zhou Yu is in that circle, and he has such a young face. If you say he is not dirty, will anyone believe him?" Lorna began to preach.

I don't know why, but she went on and on, and she was very patient with Gu Ming, who was a newcomer... She patiently taught him how to write and how to dig out the black material of various stars, actors and singers.

"Ah? Do you think anyone will believe it? Huh?" Seeing his silence, Rona howled again.

"No humanity, no humanity." Gu Ming replied.

"That's right!" Lorna was very satisfied. "Write it well tonight, and it will be published in the magazine tomorrow."

"Yeah." Gu Ming said.

He continued to walk forward, and vaguely heard commotion behind him, probably someone setting off fireworks by the river.

After Luo Na hung up the phone, Gu Ming walked a few more steps and was so irritable that he simply stopped at the curb to smoke.

After leaving home, he has done countless jobs, but the facts have proved that he is just like what his father Gu Wu said, he is indeed a waste. Halfway through college, he has no diploma. Written by a third-rate gossip magazine.

As the saying goes, nothing can be achieved, the savings in the refugee slum, and the temper of the young master.

Gu Ming was doubting his life on a daily basis, when he saw a dog running far down the road.

Myopia became deep, and the other party rushed almost 50 meters away from him, and Gu Ming realized that it was a person.

Just like acting in a TV series, Gu Ming watched helplessly as this man who didn't know whether he was a man or a woman sprinted for [-] meters, and went straight to kill him!

What are you doing, what are you doing, Pengci, this is it.

Gu Ming ignored that he was actually more like a Puncher when he was standing on the side of the road. He just saw that the other party was a man wearing a hood, so he killed him right in front of him.

From the direction this guy came from, the commotion and footsteps of the crowd came from the end of the road. It sounded like a thousand-man marathon was organized.

The buddy glanced behind anxiously, and rushed towards Gu Ming without hesitation: "I'm sorry brother, help me!"

Gu Ming didn't understand the situation, the buddy had already put his hands into his generous overcoat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, he held Gu Ming's waist tightly with one hand, because he ran all the way, now he could only pant with his head tilted on his neck, and the warm breath sprayed the hollow of his shoulder.

"What are you doing!" Gu Ming angrily pulled his arm away.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." The buddy's voice was right next to his ears, as if he was being examined by Jinjiang.

Gu Ming shook his head, and heard the buddy continue to pant and say: "Dodge those people, I will give you one hundred thousand."

The author has something to say: Merry Christmas w

The original sentence at the end says that Shou Shou’s voice is sexy as if just out of water. It may be a wrong sentence. Now it is changed to a more appropriate Yazi.↑