Everyone's doubts kept coming, but Huanong didn't care.
After listening to the director narrating the play, I walked to where I needed to go to gather my emotions.
The director shouted something to start, and the camera was in position.
Huanong rushed from the corner. When he reached the door of the hall, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. He fell to his knees and staggered up. When he looked at the corpse on the ground, he was frightened, broken, and desperate. Come.
Silent tears burst out from her heart-broken pupils...
"Card......."
As soon as the director finished speaking, Hua Nong calmed down and returned to being the cold-faced, aloof and unattainable young lady from Beijing and Hong Kong.
"Director Mu?" Huanong looked at the director and shouted.
The director made an OK gesture: "Very good."
"One-off."
Huanong held the corner of his lips and walked to the rest chair aside to sit down.
"Brother Liao, didn't you say that Huanong's acting skills are poor?" They had been worried for a long time before coming here. If they were to film a drama with someone like Huanong, if something went wrong, they would be scolded from beginning to end.
If the company hadn't insisted on letting them take the film, actor Liao wouldn't have taken the film.
This Huanong...is it really hidden?
Liao Weizhi looked at Huanong with surprise on his face.
Like everyone else, his impression of Huanong was that of a young lady who did whatever she wanted just because her father was a capitalist. But he didn't expect that when he saw her today...it was completely different.
"So when you look at people, you have to look at them yourself, and you can't listen to others."
assistant:.......
"Weizhi, how are you? Let me tell you! This drama will definitely not make you lose money. Among the post-90s florets, the one with the best acting skills is Huanong. In a place like the entertainment industry, good looks and capital are all that matters. There are many people who are evil, just listen to it."
"You dislike others, but they are still afraid of you! Your fans' fighting ability can tear the earth apart with their hands. Before this happened, someone was already scolding Huanong on Weibo."
Embarrassment flashed across Liao Weizhi's face, and he smiled apologetically and said, "It's me who is narrow-minded."
On Weibo, Liao Weizhi's fans and Huanong's fans have begun to fight.
Huanong looked at the chaos on Weibo and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't the daughter of a capitalist amazing? Isn't this a moonshot?"
"That's right, she can touch our actor Liao's porcelain?"
"Miss Hua, please come out and say something! What are you pretending to be?"
"That's right! Don't you have a boyfriend? Isn't your boyfriend a big shot in Beijing and Hong Kong law?"
"Sister?" Xia Mu glanced at Huanong worriedly.
Huanong looked at her lazily like a cat basking in the sun: "What?"
"Stop watching! You still watch with gusto when people scold you. Isn't this perverted?"
"I'm learning new curse words."
What should I do if I don’t learn how to criticize others and I can’t win?
Natsuki:......"As long as you are happy."
"Sister..." Xia Mu called her and winked behind her.
Huanong: "Are your eyes cramped?"
"She wants to tell you that I'm here," Liao Weizhi walked around Huanong carrying coffee.
Huanong subconsciously wanted to hide, but his lounge chair was right here and there was no other place to hide.
"Is there something wrong with Actor Liao?"
"I read the information on Weibo and I just posted a clarification. I'm sorry..."
"Oh," Huanong lowered his head and scrolled through Weibo: "You have clarified them, don't you still accept the scolding?"
Is there any difference between clarification and no clarification?
Such a bitch?
Liao Weizhi: ........
"I will start a live broadcast in a few days. Do you want to come to my live broadcast room and have fun?" This sincerity is enough. Liao Weizhi just started the live broadcast. Each live broadcast is watched by millions of people. How many people in the entertainment industry Are celebrities extremely jealous?
If Huanong could go, he would be the first guest in his live broadcast room!
"go."
"Not going."
Xia Mu and Huanong spoke at the same time.
Huanong glanced at Xia Mu and looked at Liao Weizhi: "I'm afraid of being scolded."
"No need to clarify for me, just stay away from me, thank you."
Liao Weizhi: ........
Huanong stayed on the set for three days.
It was evening when we returned to the city.
Xia Mu drove and looked at the person who was sleeping in the nanny's car. He originally wanted to ask her where she was going, but she honestly sent her to the door of the villa.
"Sister, we're here."
Huanong woke up in a daze: "Where are you?"
"No. 1 Courtyard."
"Hiss—you kid, send me to the Intercontinental Court."
What Xia Mu admires about Huanong is that this man seems to have evolved sleep. He can just sleep while riding in the car. It doesn't matter whether he sleeps or not. It's already one o'clock in the morning. Why are you still thinking about dating a man?
"Sister, you've been tired for several days, stop messing with men!"
"What do you know? What I'm doing is a man? It's an inheritance worth billions."
Xia Muyou was speechless and turned the car around to go to the Intercontinental Courtyard. The apartment that Mr. Ming lived in was on the main floor above Lu Jing'an's house.
Huanong opened the door and went in. Auntie had already come to clean it.
Looking at this uniformly decorated house, Huanong's lips twitched. Do urban elites like this ascetic style?
At three o'clock in the morning, Lu Jingan was awakened by the banging sound upstairs.
Thinking that I heard it wrong, I lay on the bed with my eyes open and listened for a while.
here we go again......
There are many mansions in Beijing and Hong Kong, but Mr. Ming still lives in the compound. At this point, is there a banging sound upstairs?
Lu Jing'an picked up his cell phone and dialed Mr. Ming, his words full of impatience: "What kind of plane are you doing?"
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Ming's breath tightened: "Mr. Lu, are you clairvoyant? Do you even know that I'm masturbating at home?"
Lu Jing'an's face suddenly darkened: "You're making such a big fuss about taking a plane?"
"Mr. Lu, are you so obedient? You can hear my voice in the courtyard? Are you possessed by a ghost?"
"Are you in the compound?"
"yes!"
"What's the noise upstairs?"
"What's upstairs? You mean InterContinental Court? No! My house has been stolen? Go and check it out for me."
Lu Jing'an was not a nosy person. If the noise upstairs hadn't caused him to take a rest, let alone his house being robbed, or even his ancestral graves being dug up, he wouldn't have bothered to take care of it.
At five minutes past three in the morning, Lu Jingan went upstairs in his dressing gown and opened the door with Mr. Ming and the spare card he had placed here.
There were suitcases placed in the middle of the messy room, with high heels and stockings scattered... Lu Jingan suddenly became alert.
Bang - the switch was pulled.
Huanong, who was taking a shower in the bathroom, froze...
day! ! ! ! power cut? Mr. Ming and that piece of shit.
Huanong picked up the bathrobe, wrapped it around himself, opened the bathroom door and went out.
I just walked to the bedroom barefoot...
The door was suddenly pushed open. Huanong looked at the dark shadow standing at the door of the bedroom and screamed in fear...
