All the men I've had are back

Zhou Helan's nickname is leased in Shanghai, and no one knows it.

That's a gangster, a robber!

Don't mess with anyone!

Ji's father panicked, why did this Buddha come to his house?Is it really for that woman named Liu Fenfen?I've never heard that this handsome Zhou is a long-term lover!

"Boss Ji."

Zhou Helan walked in like a dog, holding a bouquet of fresh roses in his hand.

Those who didn't know thought he was here to court.

The butler tremblingly told about the fact that the team brought by Zhou Helan surrounded their Ji family.

"They all carry guns."

While trembling, Boss Ji hurriedly asked the housekeeper to call the police station.

The housekeeper hurriedly went, and came back a few minutes later with a mournful face, as if the boss had died.

"As soon as the police station heard that it was Zhou Helan, they said they didn't dare to come, so they hung up the phone immediately, and then refused to answer any calls."

Boss Ji thinks this is really going to kill him!

What kind of devil is Zhou Helan this week, even the people in the police station dare not mess with him!

Zhou Helan was not too polite, as soon as he entered the door, he sat down on the sofa, and then with a pair of long legs, took a sip of the milk tea that the young master ate half, and then ate the cream cake that the young master ate half .

"This foreign stuff is quite delicious."

Don't look at Zhou Helan's gentle and handsome appearance, but he is actually a gangster at heart.

It is said that I have never read any books at all, and only relying on that cleverness and ruthlessness, I just made a breakthrough in Shanghai.

Although there are heroes in troubled times, there are also gangsters like Zhou Helan who are feared by everyone.

At least the current Boss Ji was so frightened that he almost knelt down to this master.

"Busy working?"

Of course Zhou Helan knew what Boss Ji was trembling about.

He didn't stop him. After drinking the milk tea and eating the cake, he said slowly, "Boss Ji, sit down."

Boss Ji touched his forehead with sweat, and said tremblingly: "No, I, I'll just stand. I don't know what the wind is, so I invited Master Zhou here."

"Boss Ji, you're welcome, just call me He Lan."

How dare Boss Ji call out.

He hesitated and shrank like a quail.

Pity him for his weight of two hundred catties.

Zhou Helan raised his eyelids, and took a look at Ji Nanbai who was trembling beside Boss Ji.

The young master changed into a moon-white gown, which was embroidered with exquisite Suzhou embroidery. A beautiful peony flower was embroidered up to the neckline.

Looks beautiful and detailed.

Zhou Helan hooked his hands at Ji Nanbai.

Ji Nanbai grabbed Boss Ji tightly, his face turned pale, thinking that he was afraid of making this man miserable.

The man in military uniform was wearing white gloves, still holding the bouquet of flowers in his arms, and when his eyebrows drooped, he unexpectedly revealed a bit of tenderness.

Of course, it can't be compared with Ji Xiaogong's natural romanticism.

"Come here."

Zhou Helan's movements are light and domineering.

Boss Ji immediately guessed that Zhou Helan had come to settle accounts with Ji Nanbai.

As an old man, Boss Ji only has such a baby pimple, which usually hurts a lot.

Although he always scolded Ji Nanbai's mother for pampering him too much, in fact he spoiled him too much, otherwise he wouldn't have raised such a delicate young master.

"Marshal, children are ignorant, and your boss has a lot, so just let him go."

Boss Ji hurriedly took out the banknotes and carefully placed them on the tea table in front of Zhou Helan, "Here, these banknotes invite Zhou to drink tea..."

Zhou Helan glanced at the bank notes and laughed, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The man took out his gun slowly and played with it in his hand.

The slender hands flexibly held a very beautiful spear.

Boss Ji was trembling with fright, fearing that the gun would go off suddenly and kill him.

"Boss Ji is sending beggars away?" The man's voice was lazy, with a strength that belonged to him alone.

"No, no, no, how dare, how dare!" Boss Ji immediately waved his hand and asked the housekeeper to go to the bank to withdraw money.

"Boss, how much do you take?"

"Take as much as you have!"

Boss Ji was really afraid of making Zhou Helan miserable, as if he wished he could empty out his entire family.

Ji Xiaogong rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, turned around and was about to run upstairs.

"Bang!" There was a sound.

The vase beside Ji Nanbai was broken.

There was a "crash", and the debris was everywhere.

The sound of gunfire shook the whole living room.

Some timid people even knelt to the ground.

Ji Nanbai's body stiffened, and he sat down on the ground, not daring to move.

He knew that the bullet had grazed his ear just now.

Any more, and his ears would be broken by that man.

A person came from behind.

Wearing military boots, stepping on the ground made a clear "dodling" sound.

"Young master is in such a hurry, where are you going?"

The flower in Zhou Helan's arms was thrown away by him at some point, and he only took out one and held it in his hand.

Then when the military boots stepped on it, the bouquet of flowers on the ground was crushed.

Zhou Helan walked up to Ji Nanbai, stepping on white jade marble, with flower juice and blood on his footprints.

Inserting the red rose into Jinan's white temple, the man's gloved fingertips gently slid across his chin.

Red roses lined the boy's temples, his skin was white and flowers were gorgeous, and people were more delicate than flowers.

The man's tall and straight figure squatted down and said with a smile, "I'm here to invite the young master to dinner."

Ji Nanbai opened his eyes wide.

The water mist was filled with a dull stupidity, probably because he was scared by the gun and hadn't regained his senses.

Zhou Helan was not in a hurry, and just waited patiently.

Ji Nanbai blinked, "I, I don't want to go..."

Ji Nanbai is not stupid, he knows what Zhou Helan means.

But he is a man.

Zhou Helan smiled.

He raised the silver gun in his hand, put it against Young Master Ji's mouth, and gently poked it in, "Young Master, you'd better think clearly before answering."

The cold and hard metal sticks to the skin, and the rose on the sideburns is dazzling red.

Ji Mu was so frightened that her complexion turned pale and she burst into tears.

Boss Ji opened his mouth, but didn't dare to say anything.

"Card! OK."

Wang Taokui nodded with a loudspeaker, "Not bad."

Gu Jinwu put away his gun and pulled Su Jiaobai up from the ground.

"Are you okay? Am I pushing too hard?"

Su Jiaobai's lips were a little red, probably because the silver gun hit his teeth just now and pressed his lips.

"fine."

Su Jiaobai shook his head, and the rose on his temples swayed accordingly.

Gu Jinwu's eyes were dark, staring at the red rose, rolling his Adam's apple.

A little girl from the film crew looked at Su Jiaobai's appearance, couldn't hold back, secretly took out her mobile phone and took several photos.

Half an hour later, a Reuters photo of "Troubled Times" was circulated.

The young man in the moon-white gown had rosy temples, but he was not as glamorous as the young man.

Beautiful and dreamy.

The man across from him was wearing a military uniform, with the brim of his hat pulled down so low that he couldn't see his face clearly, only a fair and handsome jaw.

"What did I see? What kind of peerless beauty is this?"

"My cat is crazy, licking the screen..."

"One, a generation of porn stars?"

"Pfft, add one upstairs."

"Add my dog."

Since then, a generation of porn star Su Jiaobai was born.

"Yanyan?"

Su Jiaobai held the phone, frowned, and rested his chin in thought.

"Who is this Yanyan? Why do they call Yanyan under my Weibo? Could it be a rumored girlfriend that I don't know?"

Gu Wen said with a gentle face: "Yanyan is you."

Su Jiaobai: ...

"Where am I so gorgeous?"

"Where are you not gorgeous?"

Gu Wen clicked on Weibo and opened the trending search.

"Here, look."

Su Jiaobai leaned over and saw a big and irritating question: "A generation of pornstars has been born out of nowhere. Is it because the women are not good-looking, or the men are too good-looking."

Su Jiaobai: "...porn stars? There are still porn stars in this era, aren't you afraid of being jailed?"

While talking, Su Jiaobai reached out and clicked in, and then saw Yanxing himself.

Hmm...it looks a bit like him.

"Lick the screen, it smells so good."

"I want that rose, but I can't beat the one with the gun."

"Warlord warning."

"Auntie warns."

"Slap warning."

In addition to those road-turning fans, there is also a small wave of black fans who are still stubbornly resisting.

"What Reuters is, it's just filters plus beauty and refinement."

"I'm a 28-year-old man, so I'm ashamed to use some porn star character design."

Su Jiaobai said that he didn't want to leave.

He set himself as a high-cold and ruthless brother fan, but now he is a little bit off.

"Hey, Xiaobai, I feel like you've lost weight again?"

Gu Wen suddenly reached out and pinched Su Jiaobai's waist, "Your waist wasn't so thin before, was it?"

"Um...is there?"

Su Jiaobai lowered his head and glanced at himself.

Before filming started, Su Jiaobai had indeed deliberately lost weight.

However, after entering the group, he did not deliberately lose weight, but just maintained the basic body shape.

"You're thin, I'll see you again..."

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the door of the dressing room was smashed open.

Gu Jinwu had half of his make-up removed, and his military uniform still on his body. He stood at the door, looking in with burning eyes.

Gu Wen's hand was still on Su Jiaobai's waist.

Gu Jinwu lowered his eyes, walked in expressionlessly, and squeezed between Su Jiaobai and Gu Wen.

Su Jiaobai:? ? ?

Gu Wen:? ? ?

"I'm a little tired, can I borrow you here to rest?"

"Ah, of course."

Su Jiaobai moved aside.

Gu Jinwu turned to look at Gu Wen.

The film king usually doesn't talk much in the crew, although he is very polite in his dealings with people, he is just born indifferent and alienated, but when Gu Wen met Gu Jinwu's dark eyes, he somehow felt like a mistress who suddenly intervened.

Gu Wen: ...

Gu Wen stood up and left.

Gu Jinwu took off the military cap on his head, and suddenly turned to look at Su Jiaobai, "Do you have any questions?"

"what?"

"script."

Su Jiaobai was flattered.

Gu Jinwu actually wants to tell him a play!

Although Director Wang has also taught plays to Su Jiaobai, Director Wang is a leader after all, and he is still different from Gu Jinwu.

"Although I used to act, I always played superficial roles. Ji Nanbai is a character with arcs, and it's not easy for me to get into the drama."

Su Jiaobai expressed his confusion.

It's not easy to get into the game.

Gu Jinwu held Su Jiaobai's well-drawn script, thought for a while, and said, "I suggest that you can join the play."

Su Jiaobai looked confused and didn't quite understand.

It's clear that it's not easy for him to join the show, so why does Gu Jinwu still ask him to join the play?

"Even in normal times, I will be regarded as Zhou Helan." Gu Jinwu looked at Su Jiaobai with fixed eyes, "And I will regard you as Ji Nanbai."

Su Jiaobai was stunned.

He had indeed heard of this method.

But Gu Jinwu acted so well in the play that he actually joined him in the play.

Su Jiaobai felt flattered again.

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