Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

Chapter 19

"Hahahaha!"

Song Lei got excited, and performed a yangko in front of the monitor, "Beautiful! okok! good! nice!" He uttered a series of broken English with a heavy accent.

Song Lei slapped the assistant director's shoulder: "Xiao Jian's writing is really fucking good."

"That's right." The assistant director smiled bitterly in his heart.

Now he can't wait to get rid of Tan Mengqi's mess, and he doesn't know what to do next, why did he just blindly look for a showman.

After Song Lei shouted the card, Shen Nian still stayed where he was, looking at the last few words on the letter paper.

Because of the live broadcast, the air conditioner was not turned on in the study, and only a few large ice cubes were placed in the corner to cool down.

Maybe it was because the room was too stuffy, Shen Nian felt a little breathless.

His eyes suddenly darkened, his consciousness lost, he couldn't stand up, and he became weak.

The darkness lasted only two seconds, and the surrounding staff didn't even notice that something was wrong with him.

The light returned to the field of vision, Shen Nian was still a little confused, he looked down and saw his hand resting on another person's arm.

Jian Xichen hugged him, and rarely laughed at him: "What's going on?"

"I don't know." Shen Nian collected himself and pushed the person away, "Probably heatstroke."

Jian Xichen glanced at the letter paper vaguely: "Shen Qing is still so weak."

Who is vulnerable?

You are weak, and your family is weak.

Shen Nian made a temporary rescue, and the scene was saved.

But the heroine was not happy to come.

Tan Mengqi's assistant ran over from the lounge in a hurry, and explained pantingly: "Miss Tan... Tell me, she won't act anymore."

"Damn! What is she trying to play!" Song Lei snatched the phone from the assistant's hand and yelled at Tan Mengqi, "Miss Tan, Mr. Shen didn't even mention you, how dare you resign? Who do you think you are!"

Shen Nian and Jian Xichen changed their costumes and came out of the waiting room one after the other.

Shen Nian asked blankly, "Tan Mengqi hasn't come back yet?"

The assistant hid in a corner.

Song Lei held the phone: "..."

Deputy director……

The assistant director had already made an excuse to run off the set.

"The phone is hers?" Shen Nian pointed to the phone Song Lei was holding.

"Mr. Shen, do you have something to say?" Song Lei raised his hands together and respectfully uploaded his phone.

Shen Nian took the phone and said bluntly: "This drama is Jiashang's opening drama next year. If you fail, see if Liang Zeng will praise you again. As I said before, no Hold it accountable. However, if you insist on clinging to death, you will find any consequences yourself. You should think about it if you come or not.”

Without waiting for Tan Mengqi to speak, Shen Nian pressed down to end the call, and threw the phone back to Song Lei.

Song Lei stared round his eyes, looking at the little assistant dully, his heart was messed up.

That's it? That's it?

Ten minutes later, when Shen Nian left the set, Tan Mengqi happened to come back and rubbed shoulders with him awkwardly.

She wore a wide-brimmed sun hat, a pair of oversized sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and an exaggerated scarf covering the lower half of her face.

At first glance, it seems that the mummy has become a spirit.

Tan Mengqi paused in front of Shen Nian, didn't speak, covered her face and rushed straight to the set.Shen Nian at this moment is a ferocious scourge, if she stops for a second longer, she will be swallowed up.

The hot afternoon sun was shining directly down, and Shen Nian was dizzy from the strong light.

He seemed to be really suffering from heat stroke.

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Jian Xichen had an announcement in the afternoon and did not go back to the hotel with Shen Nian.

Shen Nian took a shower in the bathroom, the smoky white mist shrouded the mirror, and the people in the mirror also became ethereal.

Pale golden lights spread down from the top, gathering a strange streamer of light in the smoke.

Shen Nian looked at himself in the mirror, and vaguely saw himself in ancient clothes.

Unreal, like a dream he once had.

With a long shirt and wide sleeves, he looked at the little boy named "Xichen" with a full smile.

The seven or eight-year-old child insisted on pretending to be an adult, and lowered his youthful voice: "Teacher, why didn't you come to see Xichen yesterday."

"Teacher, why didn't you come the day before yesterday?"

"..."

"Teacher, you haven't come to see Xichen for ten days."

The white smoke gradually dissipated, the child's voice became weaker and weaker, and the figure faded away.

The person standing in front of him became Jian Xichen.

It was Jian Xichen who was filming with him in the morning.

The smile on Shen's face in ancient costume faded instantly, and he flicked the sleeve of his robe fiercely, he said.

Xichen, in this life, I will never see you again.

……

"The screenwriter just likes YY."

Shen Nian turned on the exhaust in the bathroom with a paralyzed face.

The fan turned and made a "humming" noise, and within a short while, the white mist that permeated the entire bathroom was drained.

The wind was blowing quickly, carrying all the moisture.

Shen Nian closed his eyes, feeling that something had been swept away, his eyes were dry and aching.

Shen Nian wiped her hair and left the bathroom, picked up the phone, a few messages popped up on the screen.

The first one was from Liang Zeng: [Sorry, Mr. Shen.I will definitely explain to you about Tan Mengqi. 】

Shen Nian replied: 【I don't care.It's not easy to cultivate a capable person, just let it go. 】

From Shen Nian's entry into the industry to his success, there are countless artists who want to hug his thigh.

If he wants to pursue everyone, there must be at least a lot of people in the circle.

What's more, this kind of thing doesn't affect him at all.

Seeing that Tan Mengqi was ashamed, she knew who the victim was.

Shen Nian flung herself on the bed, crossed her legs and swayed back and forth.

The other one belonged to Tang Duo, who was at the airport and was about to fly to Turin, so he sent him an airport photo angrily.

Old Tang: [How about it, can you make your debut? 】

Salted fish player: [Is the sunset red? 】

Tang Duo sent two emojis, one was chocolate, and the other was a bloody dagger.

Old Tang: [Your cub is in my hands, I suggest you retract the previous sentence. 】

Salted fish player: [Very good, please give it to me after dismembering the body. 】

Old Tang: [……………]

Old Tang: [Inhumane! 】

Salted fish player: [Thank you for the compliment. 】

Just as Shen Nian finished sending, the phone vibrated.Tang Duo called.

"I heard that Tan Mengqi wants to rape you?" Tang Duo said in a more serious tone than he typed.But the wording is still terrible.

Shen Nian was annoyed and amused when he heard it: "What's the matter? The rumors you overheard are still exaggerated."

"do not have it?"

"No."

"Yes, she wanted to hook me up, but you know, it's useless." Shen Nian grabbed the pillow and put it under his chin, his voice was muffled together, "But her behavior is a bit strange, and she's not a newcomer either. , besides, Jiashang should have told her about me. I haven't met such a straightforward hookup for many years."

"The motive is not right?" Tang Duo's mind is still very quick.

"Ah."

Tang Duo: "I've heard her reviews, and she's very thoughtful. But if you try too hard, you're stupid."

Shen Nian twisted the corner of the pillowcase with her fingers: "To be honest, I have a lot of thoughts. A normal person might be hooked by her."

Tang Duo: "You..."

Shen Nian said with a dry smile, "Fortunately, I'm not very normal."

Tang Duo sighed helplessly.

The radio at the airport came a reminder to board the plane, and Tang Duo hurriedly said: "I'll dig into her affairs. You take care of yourself. How long are you expected to stay this time?"

"If all goes well, one month."

"Don't stay up late." Tang Duo emphasized emphatically.

Shen Nian: "You're joking."

Tang Duo: "Correction, try not to stay up late."

Shen Nian: "Try your best."

Before making a phone call with Tang Duo, Shen Nian was actually going to be lazy.After finishing the phone call, he got up reluctantly, opened the notebook, stared at the snow-white screen worriedly, and looked sad.

He is used to catching up on scripts at night, but if he stays up late, he will be in a bad state during the day.

Shen Nian closed all the curtains and turned on the desk lamp, intending to simulate the night.

He grabbed handfuls of messy hair, freshly washed, perfectly messed up like a chicken coop.

The faint light on the computer screen hit the face of the person in front of him, and the sound of the keyboard was very soft.

Shen Nian's brows were slightly frowned, like the occasional ripples of a quiet lake in summer night.

In Wen Qianyu's second half of the script, in one episode, he almost filled in nearly half of the role of Emperor Xichen.

Those repeated words of "Xi Chen" were deleted one by one by Shen Nian.

The sky outside the curtains gradually darkened, and it was finally darker than in the room.

Shen Nian typed "this episode is over" on the word, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

Shen Nian stared at the document for a while, then clicked on the web version of Wechat, and scrolled through the list of contacts.

Finally click on the head of the black cat.

He typed a few times in the edit box, then deleted... typed... and deleted.

My tone in the afternoon was a bit heavy, I wondered if someone was frightened or angry.

The cursor repeatedly jumped across the screen.

Forget it, why should I care so much about him.

After half a second.

Salted fish player: [Hey, are you still angry? 】

3 minute later.

Salted fish player: [I finished writing the book, do you want to pick you up? 】

Another 3 minutes later.

Salted fish player: [I didn't mean to kill you. 】

Another 3 minutes later.

Salted fish player: [Have dinner together? 】

After another 3 minutes, the dialog box remained silent.

Shen Nian took a sip of water from the cup, thinking, maybe she is still on the show.

He was just clicking the cross in the upper right corner when the screen suddenly jumped.

Bye: [I am at your door. 】

"Pfft...cough cough cough!!"

Shen Nian didn't swallow a mouthful of water, almost spit it out.