After inheriting the inheritance, I became popular in the entertainment industry

Wang Yanjing imagined a particularly cool and awesome scene of saving lives.

He walked through the sea of ​​fire, walked through the thorns, split the terrible and strong cage and rescued Shao He'an.

The reality is not like this at all, and the style of painting is very weird - the way he rescued Shao He'an was to hug him.

The transmission time was not long, but Wang Yanjing felt tormented and hugged him tightly. The body temperature passed through the clothes and merged into a painful ironing. It was strange, and he relaxed. He was afraid that he would not be able to take Shao Hean away successfully, and everything was over. In vain.

He felt Shao He'an's gradually chaotic breathing, brushing against his ears, accompanied by a soft hum, with a shiver of hoarseness.

If there is nothing, it is the most seductive.

Wang Yanjing was almost shaken, thinking that the place he was going to was a bed.

Fortunately, he held on, and tried hard to think about the pattern of the carpet under the sofa, so he decided to return to the human world next to the sofa in the hotel room, a place that was considered pure.

"It's here." Wang Yanjing felt relieved when he saw the familiar place, and patted Shao Hean, "Hey, let go!"

At first, he took the initiative to hug, just to teleport together, but then Shao Hean hugged tightly instead, and he didn't want to let go.

Shao Hean held him who was struggling, "Wait."

Low and hoarse, hissing in pain.

As soon as Wang Yanjing heard it, he stopped thinking about the colorful and ambiguous aspects, "What's wrong?"

"It hurts." Shao Hean backed away with the slowest movement, slowly straightened up, and the front of the shirt soaked with blood was also unfolded, like a blooming flower blooming coquettishly on the white of the shirt.

"Oh my god." Wang Yanjing hurriedly supported Shao Hean to sit down, "When did you get hurt? I couldn't have bumped it, right?"

Shao Hean frowned, and smiled at him hard, "No, hug more in the future."

Wang Yanjing was helpless, took out a tissue to help wipe off the thin sweat on his forehead, "Are you still joking at this time?"

"It's nothing, just take a rest."

"Do you want the magic grass?" Wang Yanjing dug out the magic grass lollipop that he carried with him, "Try it?"

Shao Hean almost nodded when he heard the word magic grass, but when he found out it was a lollipop, he refused without hesitation, "No."

"Did you reject the magic herb or the lollipop?" Wang Yanjing was annoyed.

Shao Hean didn't answer, and gave Aojiao a hum.

Wang Yanjing suddenly got excited and insisted on stuffing the lollipop into Shao He'an's mouth.

Shao Hean dodged, grabbed his hand and said seriously, "You're late."

"Late?" Wang Yanjing was stunned for a second before he realized, "Oh! "Performance Feast"!"

He was preparing for an appointment before going to the Demon Realm.Now there is a room full of bosses waiting to see him in the box!

"Ahhh, I actually forgot!" Wang Yanjing couldn't believe that he had forgotten so completely, he took out his phone and saw the time, and was almost terrified, "It's so late, is the time in the devil world so fast?"

Shao Hean still had the will to answer his question, "No, it's the same."

"Are you okay? Will my brother come after me?"

"No, come early."

"Can you do it alone?" Wang Yanjing asked again, "Does the wound matter?"

"It's okay, you are busy with your work." Shao Hean's expression was very calm, not like someone who was injured at all.

Wang Yanjing felt that Shao He'an should not be serious, nodded, and checked the previously ignored information, "Brother Cheng actually made so many phone calls. Want me to pretend to be sick? Okay, first remove makeup and change clothes."

He was about to run to the bathroom, and after taking two steps, he remembered that he hadn't taken a change of clothes and folded them back.

Shao Hean happened to be breaking a lollipop.

"..." Wang Yanjing didn't hold back, and laughed out loud, "Hahaha, just eat if you want, why are you sneaking around."

Shao Hean was caught, but he still looked calm and moved, and asked with a smile, "Shall I change your clothes for you?"

The tone was gentle, and the eyes clearly helped him undress.

"No need, you're busy." Wang Yanjing was so frightened that he didn't want to die, he took the clothes he wanted to change and rolled to the bathroom to change.

After he responded to the message, the agent's phone calls kept coming.

"Choose clothes that don't show your complexion, it's best to get a hospital gown!"

"People who go to the hospital don't have time to wash their hair, just mess up their hairstyle."

"I'll find a way to go downstairs later, don't let people see, call near the gate, and I'll pick you up."

Whether Shao Hean is still outside, whether he will peek at these details through the bathroom door disobediently, Wang Yanjing can no longer care about it, and finds a way to wash off the makeup on his face, change out the carefully selected clothes, scratch the mess Hair, pales own lips and complexion.

"It looks good," Wang Yanjing thought for a moment, "Add some details."

There were traces of infusion on the back of his hand, and compared the time, he was about to move downstairs and act as if he had just returned from the hospital.

"Shao..." Wang Yanjing was worried that it wasn't real enough, and wanted to ask for opinions, "Huh? Where's the person?"

Shao Hean was not there, only a faint smell of blood and the sweetness of magic grass candy remained in the air.

Wang Yanjing was dissatisfied that Shao Hean did it immediately without saying a word, but he didn't have time to worry about it.He looked in the mirror, felt that he was about to send a message to his agent: "Brother Cheng, you can pick me up downstairs."

"Okay," the agent sent a long message, "This is the word to explain the apology, please recite it."

After all, Cheng Haifeng is quite experienced as a manager who has managed many artists, and the words he wrote are true and emotional, and he also marked his tone and actions.When to pause, when to cough, when to have red eyes, when to squeeze out tears, everything.

Wang Yanjing read it as a script, and showed his acting state.

"Come on." When Cheng Haifeng saw him, his face was haggard, and he had no strength to swear. "The main attack is the single boss. She is an old Jianghu, and she doesn't believe what we said at all. She thinks you are late."

Shan Zongquan, single friend Yue, who is both the owner of an entertainment company and a capital boss who spends a lot of money and invests everywhere, has a weird personality, and he will never give way to people he doesn't like, so cruel that it makes people tremble .

Wang Yanjing had also heard about the big boss's temper, "Understood, I'll put the wound in front of her."

"How did you get this?" Cheng Haifeng's face changed, "Is it regular? Has it been sterilized?"

"It's okay. If you can pass the test, what does it matter if you get stabbed a few times?"

Cheng Haifeng shook his head, "It's not that simple, so be prepared to fight a protracted war."

Wang Yanjing was a little dazed, feeling that the "lines" and "acting" he had read just now were spinning wildly in his mind, causing waves of bewildering pain.

He reported the mood of seeing death as home, and stepped into the door of the box.

"Yanjing!" Several people called his name, "Are you alright?"

Wang Yanjing responded with a smile, and looked at the most difficult President Shan.

President Shan also looked concerned, "Can you hold on? Do you want to go back and rest?"

Wait, what's going on here?

Wang Yanjing blinked, forgetting the miserable and tragic performance, and replied with a cute smile, "I'm already cured. I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long."

"Not long," replied another voice, "I've just arrived, too."

Wang Yanjing glanced over.

On the sofa, Shao Hean, who was drinking tea, raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully.