The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

You are really thoughtful, maybe you can learn more by watching Duan Qianchuan's performances more.

Duan Qianchuan's scene was filmed for two hours and finally ended.

When the man took off his black armor, not only was his body soaked with sweat, but some of his joints were even bruised with blood.

Zhan Peng gasped as he watched the "hiss".

His eyes were red, "Do you need to be so cruel to yourself? You don't want to make a show to that ancestor, just say it!"

As he spoke, he unscrewed the cap of the hydrogen peroxide bottle, took a cotton swab and soaked it.

"No one on the crew knows about this little ancestor's deeds. Why should you fight with your body for her?"

Duan Qianchuan's eyes were light, "I'm just giving Shu Wenhao some face."

"Shu Wenhao? Che..."

Just as Zhan Peng was about to express his disdain, he suddenly lost his voice when he saw Duan Qianchuan's dull eyes.

"Are you so optimistic about Shu Wenhao?"

Duan Qianchuan said nothing.

He was not optimistic about Shu Wenhao, but saw in Shu Wenhao his self-pursuit and persistence in film art.

Something like this.

He values ​​it and wants to protect it.

Zhan Peng also knew in his heart that his best actor was making an old habit again.

When you see talented people, you will always respect and protect them subconsciously.

But Shu Wenhao's kneeling and licking expression towards Gu Weimian was too disgusting.

No matter how talented you are, what's the use if you don't have good character?

Duan Qianchuan looked at Zhan Peng grinding away and frowned: "Just pour it down.

Zhan Peng's hands shook.

Before he could react, Duan Qianchuan had already taken the bottle in Zhan Peng's hand and poured it directly towards his wound.

He watched Duan Qianchuan's muscles all tense up, but he didn't say a word.

He picked up the bandage on the table again and bandaged it casually.

Zhan Peng was so anxious that he jumped: "What are you going to do!"

"Go see Ruoqing."

Zhan Peng's mouth opened and closed...

Are you really going?

Duan Qianchuan seemed to see through his thoughts and said quietly, "We made an appointment from the beginning."

He didn't even bother to lie for Gu Weimian.

Just by the way.

After saying that, the man walked out quickly.

…

The fiery red Bugatti Veyron sails into the night.

Duan Qianchuan got out of the car and frowned first.

Zhan Peng also looked confused, "Is this the place that Mr. Ning decided?"

Duan Qianchuan nodded.

As an old friend for many years, he naturally knew what kind of person Ning Ruoqing was.

This man has always treated himself with ascetic requirements.

In other words... torturing myself.

Men would never set foot in such a place of drinking and debauchery.

But today Ning Ruoqing decided to place her here...

The two of them took the elevator straight to the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, the box was quiet, without the expected chaos of demons.

Zhan Peng just breathed a sigh of relief, but the moment he saw Ning Ruoqing, he swallowed hard.

"Is Second Master Ning crazy?..."

I saw Ning Ruoqing holding a knife in his left hand. There was blood on the knife. His right wrist was already dripping with blood...

Duan Qianchuan pulled Ning Ruoqing up and said, "I never thought you would be such a cowardly person!"

Ning Ruoqing raised her eyes, glanced at Duan Qianchuan, and narrowed her eyes slightly, "Do you think I want to commit suicide?"

Duan Qianchuan frowned.

Isn't this a no-brainer?

Ning Ruoqing smiled lightly, "Don't worry, I won't die if I don't find Xiaotong."