Good Morning, Miss Ghost

When Li Liyan woke up from her doze for the fifth time, the Arabic numbers on the mobile phone screensaver finally jumped to 15:00.

Having a habit of taking a nap is too bad, especially if your work environment does not allow you to have this habit.

Tong Liyan patted his cheek to wake up, telling himself that he must not sleep again tomorrow!

"Come with a pillow tomorrow and sleep more comfortably." The director just shouted the card. Mo Zhen walked back to the rest area and saw Li Yan's sleepy eyes, like a kitten who hasn't woken up yet.

Tong Liyan: "..."

A bucket of ice water fell from the sky, extinguishing Li Yan's fighting spirit. The boss is definitely her greatest enemy on the road!

I can't ...

"Is it really possible to sleep?" She watched other people ’s assistants sadly and busy, extremely diligent. How did Mo Zhen also be the biggest star here, but his assistant was sleeping on the set?

She can already see what the true love fans on the forum have said to her.

"It doesn't matter, you can't help anyway."

Tong Liyan: "..."

If she sleeps tomorrow, she will be a puppy! It's great that the boss is trying to escape!

Mo Mozhen didn't know that his good intentions had been misunderstood. He picked up the mineral water on the table and took a sip. The "student" in the classroom was embarrassed and made him have a headache. Some of these students are crowd actors recruited online, and a little more of the footage are artists who have signed a contract with a brokerage company.

Mo Zhen looked at them and they always remembered the year when they debuted.

I want to step on the world and step on the highest stage, so that everyone can pay attention to themselves.

Not only Kaihuang, almost every economic company signs several such artists each year, and regards him as a model of success, planning their star journey scrupulously like a textbook.

It's just that Mo Zhen's success is not so easy to replicate.

He is not everyone with his talent and appearance. Even in the years when he was hailed as the "most delicate vase" by the media, he never doubted his strength. Because he always believed that appearance in the entertainment industry is also a kind of strength.

However, the child now is not the same as he was then. He was able to become popular at that time, because of his own strength, and they wanted to use some external force.

For example, even now, even if Mo Zhen didn't listen carefully, all of their content was related to himself.

I was able to join the cast of "Ghost School", either by some means, or the company was ready to support it. Everyone knows that the extreme popularity of the original novel, coupled with the starring role of Mo Zhen and Wen Xiaoxiao, even if they only play a small supporting role in this movie, can instantly increase visibility.

This is a shortcut.

"What do you think?" Li Yan stood next to Mo Zhen, seeing him drooling and staring at the students in the classroom in a daze, he couldn't help shaking his hands in front of his eyes.

Tong Liyan's hands are very beautiful. The sun shining through the window passes through her fingers and falls on Mo Zhen's face. He looked at the soft little hand in front of him, always resisting the urge to grasp it: "It's nothing, just thinking about when he was fifteen or sixteen."

When Li Liyan heard him say this, she also looked at the students in the classroom with a touch of emotion. It looked no different from her, but she knew that they were all different.

"I was still playing mud when I was in the freshman year. They are struggling on the avenue of life. It is really admirable!" She said, and looked at Mo Zhen with a sincere glance, "So do you!"

Mo Mozhen couldn't help but chuckled twice: "You are also admirable for those who are still playing mud in high school."

"Rewarded and rewarded." Li Yan smiled very modestly.

Mo Mohan smiled, pursed her lips, and didn't speak again. With her, even if she doesn't do anything, she always feels a warm current flowing on her body, and her whole heart is warm.

"Why do you want to make ghost films?" This question arises when she heard that Mo Zhen was making ghost films. Although Mo Zhen has been in the film for so many years, the roles he plays are either noble and elegant, or elegant, or prestigious, ghost films ... There will always be some shots of actor destruction, and the audience is often trapped in a horrible atmosphere. Ignore the performance of the actor himself.

At least she has never heard anyone take the movie director by acting in a ghost movie.

Qi Liyan didn't know that the questions she had asked had already exceeded the scope of an assistant's intervention, but Mo Zhen didn't mind.

He took a breath, his eyes seemed to fall on the branches that were sprouting out of the window, and he seemed to fall further away: "You know, although I have taken the film king twice, it's all because of Gao Sen . "He wanted some breakthrough, at least ...

"I want everyone to know that I can do more than just Gomson."

At that moment, Li Yan felt as if there were fireworks in his eyes.

"That's really bad." Li Yan sighed and looked at him with regret. "You may have another movie emperor because of Gao Sen this year."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

看着 He looked at her, and couldn't help but laughed. The muffled laughter miraculously quieted the noisy students in the classroom, and even Wen Xiaoxiao, who was sitting on the other side, looked over.

Frowning, frowning, Wen Xiaoxiao's sneer seemed to spread from the bottom of her heart, that woman, really has some skills.

Mo Mozhen laughed enough, and finally stopped, but the corner of her mouth was still too late to smile: "How about you? Do you have any future dreams or the like?"

Mo Mozhen looked at her, her eyes were like the starry night sky, and it was as beautiful as a fairy tale.

"I?" Li Yan pulled a wrench and pointed, "When I was a kid, I wrote articles and I wanted to be a scientist, but in fact I only wanted to be a tofu seller, because I could eat tofu every day.

Uh ...

Mo Mozhen was silent for a while, then she said, "Dreams cannot be set too high and too far away. This is very good in line with reality."

"……really?"

"Really."

Looking at Mo Zhen's sincere expression, Li Yan advised from the bottom of her heart: "You must not educate your students like this, parents will come to you desperately."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

After the two chattered, the director just announced that he would continue shooting.

Tong Liyan looked at Mo Zhen who turned into a teacher instantly, but her thoughts drifted away. A future dream? She really hasn't. She has been very organized since she was a child. She went to junior high school, high school, and college exams, and she followed the most common path. If you insist on dreams, can you count on a good job after college?

She suddenly felt that her life was a bit boring. Whether it was Mo Zhen or the three roommates in the same bedroom, each of them seemed to have what they wanted to pursue, but she alone, has been living ... nothing to pursue.

Looking at Mo Zhen, whose hair is shimmering under the camera, a new issue was put on Li Yan's agenda.

Find your dream!

"The boss talked to me about life today, and I feel I have benefited a lot."

Uh ...

Chen Qingyang looked at this Weibo posted by Li Yan half an hour ago, her mouth twitched even more than noon. Maintaining this frequency of twitching, Chen Qingyang cracked out a line: "You come here, I want to talk to you about life, too."

When Li Liyan saw Chen Qingyang's reply, the crew had already finished work. The sky outside was dark and dark, and Mo Zhen was carrying Li Yan, subconsciously heading to his own home.

"Ah, it's enough to stop at the next intersection. I can take a taxi and go home."

Mo Zhen stunned for a moment, then answered dullly. Li Yan is not A Yao. She has her own home to return to.

Why didn't Tang Qiang say that this job needs to follow him 24 hours during the interview?

Balan Rover stopped back, Mo Zhen looked at the sky, and then looked at Li Yan, his frown wrinkled: "It's not early, it's not safe for you to go back as a girl."

Tong Liyan smiled twice, and she looked a little proud: "Relax, have you forgotten what I said, I have practiced martial arts."

Even if you have practiced Jiuyin Zhenjing, I'm not assured.

"I'll take you back." Mo restarted the car, and Mo Zhen said he was ready to drive away. Li Yan was drunk as soon as he heard it, who was the assistant to whom?

Quickly stopped Mo Zhen, Li Yan quickly unfastened the seatbelt on his waist: "I really don't have to worry about it, I can go back by myself. You took a day of drama and went back to rest early, oh yes, remember to have dinner what!"

She walked out of the car after speaking, and Mo Zhen had to step back and ask, "Then you send me a text message when you get home."

"Okay." Li Yan promised, and then she was embarrassed again. "Can I do it under your Weibo?" She doesn't have such advanced equipment.

Mo Mozhen stunned for a while, only to find that he had forgotten it. He stretched out his right hand, and finally Mo Tianwang dragged back coolly today: "Give me my phone."

Tong Liyan obediently took out her mobile phone and put it on the open palm of Mo Zhen. Pick up your phone and enter a long list of numbers, and your phone will ring. Hanging up, Mo Zhen returned the phone to Li Yan: "Okay, give me a text message when I get home."

Tong Liyan was holding the phone in her hand, like holding a heavy gold ingot. King Mo's phone number was so easy to get?

God, you did not forget to open a window while closing a door! muah!

I watched Li Yan get on the taxi, Mo Zhen wrote down the license plate, and then drove Land Rover off the road. A fluttering "bang" appeared next to him, and he looked at him with red light: "Mr. Tian is so worried about the kitten? Also, the kitten is so cute and it is easy to meet bad people."

Mo Haoyan knife swept over, fluttering out of the car door: "I'll help you take the kitten home ~"

I watched Piao Piao follow the taxi butt, Mo Zhen turned her direction at the next intersection.

It was eight o'clock when I returned to Kensney Manor. There was a car parked in front of the house. Mo Zhen drove the car close to see it. It was Xiang Ze's car.

I was a little surprised. Xiang Yunze's last visit here was three years ago. And he's coming, why didn't he tell him in advance?

"King Mo, you're finally back." Xiang Yunze got out of the car, watching Mo Zhen coming from the night, and raised his mouth.