Strategy to Attack the System

The city in the early morning is like a sleeping elephant, and the street lights are shining lightly yellow, casting a vague shadow on the wide ground. (((Cartino Novel Network www.wuxiaspot.com)))

The shops along the street are closed, only the all-weather convenience store is still brightly lit.

The car across the street stopped in the shadow between the two street lights, almost blending with the dark color behind. The driver's door opened, and a girl in casual clothes got out and walked toward the convenience store.

The girl wore neat ponytails, with a smooth forehead and clean eyebrows. She was a bold and agile person.

Within a few minutes, she carried a big bag back across the street, and after sitting back in the driver's seat, she slammed the door, handed the big bag to the person behind, and said softly.

"Let’s have something to eat. You were on the crew for a whole day of filming today, and you didn’t even eat boxed meals."

The person in the back seat was sleeping with his blindfold tilted his head, as if his posture was very uncomfortable, he rolled over slightly and let out a thin breathing sound dazedly.

The girl knew that he was sleeping very lightly, so she reached out and shook his arm gently. The sound of temptation was full of pity.

"Fufu, otherwise I will send you back to the hotel to sleep for a while?"

After being quiet for a while, the sleeping person finally stretched out a thin white hand from under the blanket, and then slowly pulled off his blindfold.

The thick eyelashes trembled a few times, and then slowly opened, revealing a pair of black and clear eyes, beautiful like the rarest obsidian, full of the most dazzling and flawless light in the world.

There have been media reports that praised him for having a pair of extremely spiritual eyes. When staring at you quietly on the screen, he can penetrate into your heart inch by inch, allowing you to be tenderly loved, burned warmly, and silently. Of freezing.

The girl stared at him blankly, her heart beating uncontrollably like a rabbit on the fire, but the reason why she can stand out from so many candidates is nothing more than her self-control to calm down quickly.

It was this self-control that made her the person closest to Jiang Fu, and the stronger closeness increased her upper limit of self-control day by day.

Lifting the blindfold directly on top of his head, Jiang Fu rubbed his eyes, took the bag in her hand, and his tired voice was as good as a glazed glaze, exuding a fascinating beauty in the shattered fright.

"Go back to the crew directly, there will be drama in a while, time is too late."

The girl knew his dedication, and did not insist on persuading, so she skillfully turned the front of the car and headed back towards the crew.

Jiang Fuan quietly ate the bread in the bag, and then drank a small amount of water.

Accustomed to the irregular work and rest of the day and night, he quickly pushed back his dim sleepiness, Jiang Fu's forehead was against the cold car window, and his dark eyes stared at the fleeting street view outside the car window, exquisite. His profile looks a little lonely.

The girl glanced at him from the rearview mirror from time to time. She didn't speak, but the car was much faster.

Suddenly, Jiang Fu said.

"Xiaoxuan, stop the car."

Mo Xuan was shocked, the speed of the car slowed down a little, she asked in confusion.

"what happened?"

Jiang Fu stretched out his finger to poke the car window, as if he had seen something very interesting, and smiled like an enthusiastic child.

"I want to buy a roasted sweet potato, it feels so delicious."

Mo Xuan parked the car on the side of the road, but did not lock the car, but said while unlocking the seat belt.

"You wait in the car, I'll go down and buy it for you."

"I want to buy it myself."

Jiang Fu reached out and grabbed her clothes in time, his soft voice was nasalized, and he acted pitifully.

"The roasted sweet potatoes are so close, you just let me buy them myself, I just want to go out and breathe out, and I promise I won't be recognized."

Mo Xuan hesitated, and carefully observed the surroundings. There was no one on the street in the early morning, only the old man in the stall not far away was still working hard selling steaming roasted sweet potatoes.

She sighed helplessly, and said softly, connivingly.

"Then you go quickly, I will wait for you in the car."

Jiang Fu immediately couldn't wait to put on a mask and a hat, like a bird that had been imprisoned for a long time, joyfully opened the car door and walked towards the old man roasting sweet potatoes.

The old man was sitting on the tricycle with his hands, turning on the boiler from time to time and turning over the sweet potato. The sweet potato's aroma overflowed from the gap, rushing into every inch of stiff pores in the cold winter night. Comfortable and gentle.

"Old man, I want two roasted sweet potatoes, separate them."

Although the old man's hair is gray, he has good spirits and replied with a smile.

"The sweet potatoes are not ready yet, can you wait two minutes if you are not in a hurry?"

"Okay."

Jiang Fu smiled and nodded, chatting with him while watching him turn the sweet potatoes.

"Old man, why don't you go home so late?"

"There is no one at home, and it's boring for me to go back myself. I might as well go out and sell sweet potatoes. Maybe it will be convenient for people who suddenly want to eat sweet potatoes."

Jiang Fu nodded in agreement, thought for a while and added.

"You can give me this pot of sweet potatoes for a while, and I will bring it to my friends."

The old man was pleasantly surprised, but kindly reminded him.

"I have a lot of sweet potatoes in this, can your friend really finish it?"

"Yes, my friends are all night owls, and they haven't slept yet."

Jiang Fu smiled happily, his curving eyebrows were so innocent and cute that people couldn't be suspicious at all.

The old man happily packed the sweet potatoes one by one into the bag, fearing that he might feel hot, so he stuffed some yellow paper next to it.

Jiang Fu didn't have much money with him. When the old man turned to find money for himself, he silently stuffed the money left in his pocket into the pocket next to the old man's coat.

The old man smiled and asked him for money, and asked him with concern to go to bed early with his friends and not stay up late.

Jiang Fu stood there and said goodbye to him for a while, and then walked to the street car with a big bag contented.

It was two o'clock in the morning, and the dark night sky couldn't see a trace of light, only the faint remnants of the light from the street lamps were in the boundless darkness.

When Jiang Fu walked to the car and opened the door of the back seat to get into the car, he suddenly noticed that a gaze lurking in the dark was staring at him coldly, dangerous and crazy, as if a lunatic had found something unbelievable. pleasure.

His back was cold, and his scalp was numb, and he immediately looked back.

But behind him, there was no one except the old man who bowed his head and roasted sweet potatoes.

And the gaze that watched him disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared before.

Mo Xuan in the front seat noticed that he was too late to get into the car and asked vigilantly.

"what happened?"

Jiang Fu calmly scanned the quiet surroundings, suppressing the faint anxiety in his heart, he smiled and got into the car and closed the door heavily.

"Nothing, let's go."

Mo Xuan glanced at his usual look in the rearview mirror, and his tight voice eased, complaining.

"Even if the old man can't bear to work hard, you don't need to buy so much, you can't finish it."

Jiang Fu took out the yellow paper to wrap a hot sweet potato, carefully peeled the skin and bit his soft heart, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"There is a lot of people and strength, and I will give everyone a point when I get to the crew."

Mo Xuan was his agent, his friend and nanny, and was used to helping him with everything, so when he arrived at the crew, he took the remaining sweet potatoes and distributed it to the people who stayed up late to film.

Most of Jiang Fu’s popularity in the entertainment industry is attributed to Mo Xuan. Mo Xuan’s work ability is very strong, and she does not leak anything, but it is also because of Jiang Fu’s first-class appearance and personality that she can make Jiang Fu the artist Has become a hot star.

The crew was shooting in a well-known local film and television base. Jiang Fu played a supporting role in an ancient costume drama. There were not many scenes, but he was very brilliant. Especially his exquisite appearance added a lot to this role.

The man on the dark red chair wears an ice-blue robe, lined with the snow-white piping embroidered with bamboo leaf patterns and the suet jade hairpin with a tiara on his head.

A pair of jet-black eyes are like a quiet pool, condensing indifference that will never fade.

He had long eyelashes down, and his thin white fingers stroking the strings. The little sweetness was not yet gone. He slowly raised his head and smiled slightly. The breathtaking smile made everyone breathe.

Then thin bloodstains wandered down the corners of the lips.

Like the fragile, fading moonlight.

"card!"

Jiang Fu got up and walked out carrying the complicated robes. He took the paper towels given by Mo Xuan and wiped the blood off his lips.

The blood bag in his mouth leaked a little, and the smell was very bad, so Jiang Fu went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth first.

At this time, other people's scenes were being filmed outside. Only himself was in the bathroom. Jiang Fu was rinsing his mouth with cold water, and the **** smell in his mouth gradually faded.

The faucet was low, Jiang Fu bent over and did not notice the slight movement behind him.

He grabbed the tissue next to him and wiped his hands, while preparing to look up and take care of the ancient costumes that he hadn't changed. When he glanced over the tall figure behind him in the mirror, he was suddenly shocked. Before he could see clearly, he was suddenly covered Stopped his nose and mouth.

Unexpectedly, he inhaled the pungent smell, and the horrified Jiang Fu struggled slightly, then quietly dropped his head.

The people behind him hugged him tightly, buried their heads in the greasy neck, and smelled the scent of dreams, as if a dream came true, they shuddered and panted with joy.

"Fufu! Fufu!"

Mo Xuan's anxious shout gradually awakened Jiang Fu. He felt dizzy and he could barely see Mo Xuan in front of him for a while.

"what happened?"

The moment he spoke, he found that his voice was weak, his chest tightness, shortness of breath, and his heart palpitations.

Mo Xuan carefully checked his pale face, lowered his voice and quickly explained.

"I saw that you were too late to come out, so I came in and called you, but I found you fainted."

After Jiang Fu realized what happened before he was unconscious, his face suddenly became difficult to look at. He glanced at the bathroom and slowly stood up with his elbows.

His whole body was just a little weak and weak, and nothing seemed to happen.

"Go out first, I've been in for too long."

Worried that anything unusual would be taken by someone to make a fuss, Mo Xuan did not rush to ask, and helped him to walk outside the bathroom.

However, after just two steps, she noticed that Jiang Fu tensed his arms abruptly, and his face was drawn out of all blood, whiter than paper.

And the frowning expression was filled with some indescribable suffering, shame, and anger.

Gradually, there was the sound of people approaching outside the door. They were a man and a woman alone in the bathroom. Even the legitimate identities of artists and agents would be deliberately rendered unsightly.

Mo Xuan urged him eagerly.

"what happened?"

Jiang Fu's exquisite face was covered with layers of frost. He took a deep breath and tried his best to answer in a low voice.

"It's okay, let's go."

Mo Xuan glanced at him hesitantly, and continued to walk outside, but keenly she noticed that Jiang Fu's pace was much slower, and her frowning eyebrows never let go.

Jiang Fu's play is over. Although he is only a supporting role, because of his high popularity and built-in enthusiasm, the crew prepared a finale banquet for him.

Not long after the banquet started, Jiang Fu got up and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he relaxed a lot.

Mo Xuan looked sideways at him with a smile, and the doubts in his heart lingered.

After the finale banquet was over, Mo Xuan sent Jiang Fu home. As the protagonist of the finale banquet, Jiang Fu could not refuse everyone's celebration. He drank a lot of wine every cup.

He leaned on the back of the back seat, his white cheeks flushed red, and his eyes half-closed uncomfortably.

Mo Xuan always pays attention to his condition from the rearview mirror, and tries to drive the car more smoothly.

Jiang Fu lives in a high-end residential complex. The security facilities are very tight. Those who enter and leave must check their identities before they can pass. This is why many celebrities and celebrities like to live here.

Mo Xuan helped the drunk Jiang Fu into the elevator, where there was only one household on each floor, and Jiang Fu lived on the ninth floor.

As soon as the elevator door opened, Mo Xuan looked up and saw a fresh iris flower pasted on the wooden door, faintly blue like the eyes of the deep sea, staring at them coldly.

Mo Xuan's heart sank suddenly, and Jiang Fu, who was being supported, seemed to realize something from the tight atmosphere, and looked up at the door.

There was an astonishing blue in his eyes, which was like a ghost.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a low voice, his tone helpless and tired.

"Help me over first, then call the police."