Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

Chapter 28

Filming is a tiring job.

When a person is ng, everyone has to reenact it together.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

So many times, before the filming starts, everyone is playing and playing, and it doesn't matter if they laugh occasionally when they play against each other.

But as soon as the filming officially started, the director might be so angry that he threw the script at a laughing scene.

Fortunately, Director Qiu's attitude towards the leading actors is not so easily irritable. Well, Chai Ziming thinks that it must be because the leading actors of them have performed too well, and the number of ng times is all suppressed within Director Qiu's tolerance.

Today, they were dismissed at the original scheduled time, and Chai Ziming immediately took out his mobile phone like a joke, and started to contact Mr. Xiao Wang.

President Xiao Wang must be off work too!

I don't know if I have eaten dinner.

Obviously, according to the last time, the two of them were actually counted together, so why didn't they make any moves.

Negative Ratings.

The promised new driver didn't drive at all.

Negative Ratings.

Chai Ziming, who was already in a slightly melancholy mood, lay flat in the room, waiting for his assistant to deliver the dinner box, poked his phone slowly, and sent a message to Mr. Wang: If you ignore me again, I'm afraid I will explode on the spot for you to see.

1 minute passed, no reply.

2 minute passed, no reply.

Hey, is this about to be abandoned just after being chased?

Clearly...obviously...

Huh, it seems like I'm calling myself...

When Chai Ziming returned from his mind wandering, Mr. Wang finally replied: I was driving just now, is there something wrong?

I can't contact you anymore?

You agreed to find me for so many years!

Well said savior!

fraud!

"Knock, knock—" There was a knock on the door, and the assistant opened the door to probe, shaking his hand, and he delivered the boxed lunch.

Chai Ziming threw down his phone to get a lunch box: "Thank you, thank you. Have you eaten yet?"

The assistant smiled: "I'll eat it after delivering it, it's the same size. Okay, don't want it."

Chai Ziming followed suit with a smile: "That's good."

"Take a good rest after eating, tomorrow will be high-intensity as well." The assistant scratched Kong Kong with his hand to say goodbye.

Chai Ziming closed the door and went back to his bed. Mr. Wang had already sent several messages.

One is to report on the work of these days.

One is to express that I really miss Chai Ziming.

One is to ask what he is doing now.

Chai Ziming instantly felt that his sense of existence had grown a lot, and immediately replied: I am preparing to eat.

In fact, he still wanted to ask why he didn't contact him, but after thinking about it, it would be strange if he really kept in touch.The life of two people is sometimes rough, and there will be more surprises when they turn around and see each other again.

They're all busy people...

Hey, when you are free, we must go out and have a good time together.

President Xiao Wang finally sent a message: Call me after dinner.

Chai Ziming blinked, and immediately started grilling rice.

The crew is rich, and the meals are rationed with meat, vegetables and soup.

But Chai Ziming can cook by himself, and he eats too fast, so the concept of this boxed lunch is just an ordinary boxed lunch.Well, I really miss the bamboo rice I ate that day...

After eating, he packed up the lunch box and threw it into the trash can, wiped his mouth, and held his phone in his arms to start a long phone call.

After the bell rang a few times, Mr. Wang's deep voice came from the opposite side: "Hello?"

Chai Ziming started with nonsense: "Hello, young man, Yi called today on the 28th of the lunar calendar. I sensed the world calling for me, so I called you."

"...Have you been in touch with Tan Wei recently?" President Xiao Wang's questions always hit the nail on the head.

Chai Ziming covered his chest: "Where's the humor? Has your humor been eaten?"

President Xiao Wang laughed in a low voice, and changed the subject: "You eat so fast?"

After Chai Ziming nodded, he realized that the other party couldn't see him, so he replied: "Well, box lunch, of course it tastes fast."

"That's a bit embarrassing, I haven't eaten well yet." There was a voice of drinking soup from the phone, "I just started to eat my big dinner."

"I'm not hungry, so I won't be tempted by you!" Chai Ziming said righteously.

"Well, then I'll turn on the speaker, and I'll eat while chatting." President Xiao Wang turned on the speaker of the phone and put it aside.

Hearing the clinking of bowls and chopsticks on the phone, and Mr. Wang eating, Chai Ziming felt his heart beating a little faster.

How can something so normal feel so weird?

Chai Ziming felt that he was probably crazy too.

He didn't speak, and Xiao Wang didn't talk much when he always wanted to eat, so the two of them were quiet for a while, until Wang Jiarong's mouth was empty for a while, and he asked doubtfully, "Why don't you talk?"

Chai Ziming just opened his mouth to pronounce, but found that his throat was tight, and he coughed twice: "I'm just thinking about life."

Wang Jiarong continued to ask: "Oh? What happened after thinking about it?"

Chai Ziming: "...I can't tell you that."

Wang Jiarong snorted, but didn't ask further questions, as if he had figured out that Chai Ziming was just talking nonsense.

The two of them had a lot to talk about. After Chai Ziming got through the awkward moment at the beginning, he began to talk about things in the theater these days, including Ying Qiuqiu, who was sentimental, and Chai Zicong, who only knew how to cheat himself and show affection every day. , Director Qiu's high requirements, and what I have really learned these days.

As an excellent listener, Wang Jiarong gave Chai Ziming a wave of reactions with a smile from time to time, which made Chai Ziming even more interested.

Before he knew it, the call came to Wang Jiarong, who finished his meal and went back to his room with his mobile phone.

Chai Ziming said that he was tired afterward: "Hey, it's fun to make movies."

Wang Jiarong: "Is it fun to make clothes?"

Chai Ziming thought for a while: "Then it's more fun to make clothes. Because making clothes has a sense of accomplishment, which can be immediately reflected from a set of clothes. For movies, no one knows the shape until the last moment. What is the result? Maybe the actors have good acting skills, but the film is bad. Maybe the actors are not very good, but the whole film is very good. Even sometimes you put a lot of effort into shooting a scene, practicing again and again, and finally it is deleted Fragments. There are too many variables."

Wang Jiarong: "Well, then you can mainly make clothes in the future, and occasionally come out to make a movie or sing a song."

Chai Ziming smiled: "I think so too, I'm already planning to open an online store."

Wang Jiarong was a little surprised: "So, has the factory been found? Who will be responsible for the shipment? The store has opened?"

Chai Ziming told Wang Jiarong about his plan: "I have already paid attention to the factory buildings, and I plan to get in touch with several of them next month, um, take the time. The store will find someone to design and make them very quickly. Figure out a few styles first, ask my brother to take some photos, and then arrange them secretly."

Wang Jiarong didn't expect Chai Ziming to act so fast, he wrote down in the notebook at hand: "I know. You are also very hardworking."

Chai Ziming was proud: "Of course, I am Chai Ziming."

Wang Jiarong froze for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face: "Yes."

Wang Jiarong who returned to the room wanted to change into lighter clothes, such as nightgowns.But when he walked to the dressing room inside the room, he burst out laughing.

Chai Ziming thought that Wang Jiarong was laughing at himself: "What's so funny? Anyone with a dream doesn't..."

"I'm not laughing at you." Wang Jiarong interrupted Chai Ziming, "I'm laughing at myself."

Chai Ziming didn't understand: "Laugh at yourself? What's so funny about you?"

Wang Jiarong held the mobile phone in one hand, and fiddled with the clothes in the dressing room with the other: "You don't know how many clothes I have prepared for you."

……

Chai Ziming felt that he seemed to have heard something extraordinary just now. He picked out his ears, his face full of doubts: "What did you say? You prepared clothes for me...Why did you..."

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the fear of being dominated by the one-piece shirt.

A mouthful of old blood choked in his throat: "Mr. Wang, the clothes you don't know are similar to the shirt you gave me last time... right?"

Wang Jiarong retorted: "How is it possible."

Chai Ziming tried to believe Mr. Wang once.

But Wang Jiarong's next sentence was: "Do I think I will leave you a person with many styles? Every piece of clothing has its own characteristics, and it will never be repeated."

Bought a watch last year!

Who cares if it will be repeated! !Absolutely don't wear it! !Keep it for yourself to wear for the New Year! !

Chai Ziming was so frightened at this moment that he completely forgot that it was just a good year: "If you don't wear it, I won't even be able to wear it if you kill me. Just give up!"

The word "dead heart" has never appeared in Wang Jiarong's dictionary.

He also gave Chai Ziming popular science: "Some are your previous designs, so I probably won't wear them for you. But there are also some advanced models. I found designs by well-known designers, and those designers are as famous as Chai. Comparable to my mother."

Comparable to your whole family!

Chai Ziming resisted the urge to drop his phone, trying to save the country with curves: "Mr. Wang, listen to me. In this day and age, we have to follow the masses when we wear clothes. For example, red and green can't be worn casually. Our daily life is not Go to the red carpet, right? You can’t aim too high, you have to take the road of street photography first.”

Wang Jiarong thinks it makes sense: "What I'm saying is, I saw a few sets that are quite in line with the aesthetics of street photography. For example, these sets look like skirts and pants. I don't know your designers very well."

Don't understand if you don't understand!

Chai Ziming feels very sorry for himself now: "Don't blame the designer casually! The designer will not take the blame!"

Wang Jiarong made a final decision: "Next time I will show you directly, I have a lot of clothes in the dressing room."

A lot... a lot... what does it matter to me? ! !

Chai Ziming yelled into the phone with suppressed voice: "Absolutely, absolutely, don't wear it!"

After speaking, hang up.

Chai Ziming lay flat on the bed, feeling haggard physically and mentally, as if he had just been spoiled.

Ah, I really want to go shi-shi...