Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Zhou Manyu suddenly asked for a change of play due to schedule issues, and he insisted on mentioning Jiang Zicheng from the guest starring role to the second man. For Jiang Zicheng, this is a pie falling from the sky, but for An Wen, it is like a poison in the intestines, which was fed by her boyfriend's hands!

When Jiang Zicheng returned to the hotel, the two were already too quarrelsome.

The door of Zhou Manyu's room was not closed tightly, and the sobbing sound of aggrieved girls and the irritable arguing of men spread clearly throughout the corridor.

Fortunately, all the rooms on this floor are covered by the crew, and there will be no outsiders. Otherwise, as the leading men and women of the first-line traffic, they will airborne all the public accounts of the entertainment industry tomorrow.

Just listen to the male voice: "What's wrong with you?"

"What else do you want me to do?"

"Have you ever finished?"

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

"Can you women make some sense?"

"Fine, count me wrong, okay?"

Jiang Zicheng was dumbfounded, wondering what kind of walking scumbag language aggregator is this kind of mentally handicapped remarks, now a three-thousand-dollar network drama shooter screenwriter would not be able to write it!

A true apology should be the recognition of one's own mistakes from the bottom of the heart, not every word shirking responsibility.

An Wen in the room suddenly burst into a loud cry, turned around and rushed out of the door, she saw tears on her face, her eyeshadows were all crying, but her eyeliner was still standing.

Zhou Manyu chased after her and stopped her in the corridor.

He confessed: "An Wen, this is an American director! This is a Hollywood movie! You are also an artist, don’t you know how important this resource is?! If you really love me, you won’t be so selfish and insist on me Stay with you to make this kind of play movie!"

An Wen trembled with anger, and looked at him dimly with tears: "Zhou Manyu! I'll pay you back! If you really love me, you won't lie to fans and deny my relationship with you!"

Zhou Manyu snatched up: "I..."

"—Teacher Zhou, excuse me." Jiang Zicheng, who had been watching the show for a long time, suddenly leaned in and interrupted the quarrel between the two of them.

They were surprised to find that there were outsiders in the corridor. Especially An Wen, she had a good relationship with Jiang Zicheng, and she didn't want her friends to see her embarrassed appearance, so she turned around and wiped her tears.

Zhou Manyu frowned and looked at Jiang Zicheng. His position was much bigger than Jiangzicheng, and he completely crushed Jiangzicheng in all aspects. However, they are colleagues of the same crew, and the burden that Zhou Manyu unloaded still needs to be carried by Jiang Zicheng. He can only force himself to show a well-trained smile.

Zhou Manyu: "Ms. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang Zicheng smiled: "There is something dirty on your face."

Zhou Manyu: "???"

He subconsciously reached out and touched his face.

Jiang Zicheng: "It's not here, it's over there."

Zhou Manyu's hands continued to crawl on his face.

Jiang Zicheng said: "Ms. Zhou, you are getting dirty more and more. Don't move, I will clean it for you." As he said, Jiang Zicheng reached out to the bridge of Zhou Manyu's nose.

The young man's fingers lightly touched the corner of Zhou Manyu's eyes, and Zhou Manyu reflexively raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Jiang Zicheng.

The pupils of Jiangzicheng are dark brown, sparkling like a pool of autumn water. Actors who have spoken to him said that his eyes seemed to have magical power, and no one was willing to move his eyes away after the collision.

Jiang Zicheng met the gaze of the traffic niche and showed a kind, non-aggressive smile.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, ... three, two, one!

The foresight ability is activated!

The thick fog soaked the conscious world of Jiangzicheng like smoke, but the thick fog did not dissipate as quickly as usual, but turned into a thicker and more choking smell. It was a very peculiar smell, a bit like moxibustion, but as soon as it was smelled, it became disgusting.

This is a dimly lit hotel room with all the curtains drawn up, leaving only a small light at the head of the bed. On the sofa and carpet, clothes, wine bottles, and scripts were piled up in a mess, and Zhou Manyu was sitting between those things, his eyes half closed and half open, his face was ecstasy for a while, and haze again for a while.

Opposite Zhou Manyu, the agent stood there with a shocked look, and asked in surprise: "Cough...cough cough cough! Man Yu, how can you...!"

Zhou Manyu lazily opened his eyelids and looked at him. The handsome face that was crazy infatuated by countless fans was full of distorted pleasure.

"What's the matter with me? I don't want to be laughed at by those white guys anymore. I stay up late to recite my lines and try to refresh my mind with ‘this stuff’."

The agent hurriedly said: "Yes, but you shouldn't touch this kind of thing either!"

"You don't want me to behave badly in front of the camera, and I will be scolded by Director William to be bloody, right?" Zhou Manyu laughed lazily, and his smile became more and more blurred in the smoke. "Relax. This is the United States, this is California, these'things'... are legal."

…

Jiang Zicheng looked away from Zhou Manyu's body. In the future he foreseen, Zhou Manyu's self-willing and depraved appearance is really disgusting.

That kind of thing, once touched, there will be a second time. Based on Jiang Zicheng's understanding of him, after "touching" him abroad, can he be honest when he returns to China?

impossible.

From the first second he touched that thing, his career as an artist entered a countdown.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zicheng suddenly rejoiced that he had broken An Wen's heart with this decisive way now. If they could break up like this, it would be great.

He patted An Wen on the back and whispered to her: "There are so many people in the hotel, don't make noise here, go back and rest."

An Wen lowered her head and followed him in a sorrowful manner.

"Wait!" Zhou Manyu behind him suddenly said.

An Wen stopped, a look of anticipation flashing across her melancholy face.

But what Zhou Manyu spit out was not what she wanted to hear: "Wenwen, you are a good girl. But if we continue to be together, we can only make each other sad. I think we should stay apart for a while, calm down."

An Wen: "..."

An Wen: "..."

An Wen: "..."

"Zhou Manyu!" An Wen turned her head abruptly, tears bursting out, but there was no trace of love in it, "Calm down? I think you might as well just send it to the morgue for freezing!"

"you…"

"You remember, it was me Anwen who dumped you!" She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. Even if she cried until the tip of her nose was red, she would never be softened. "Also, don't you love rolling and changing games? This time also let you taste the taste of being changed!"

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Three days later, the screenwriting team worked overtime to revise the new script and put it in front of Jiang Zicheng enthusiastically.

Jiang Zicheng immediately turned to the ending-sure enough, at the end, An Wen and Zhou Manyu, the two men and women, went through numerous differences and finally parted ways. At the end of the story, the heroine wandered on the street in the rain, suddenly looking back, holding an umbrella and appearing in front of her, it was the male boss who had rejected her!

Jiang Zicheng: "...Didn't you mention me from the guest actor to the male second?"

Brother Hu: "Yes."

Jiang Zicheng: "But how come I, the second man, have more roles than the male lead role?"

Brother Hu: "Oh, don't tell me if you see it through, it will save Zhou Manyu a bit of face."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Damn, I have a headache.

Jiang Zicheng asked again: "Zhou Manyu has no objection to the dramatic changes in the play?"

"What can he say? The U.S. urged him to fly over to participate in closed training. He didn't have enough shooting time in the country, so he could only cut the camera. Besides, I guess he felt a little guilty for An Wen and wanted to compensate. She naturally changed with her."

But what is the use of scumbag's guilt? Even if he asked him to show her his heart, what he took out was just a pile of tofu.

Jiang Zicheng flipped through the script and asked strangely: "The changes have been changed, why not just let the heroine and the male second together, have to do this kind of open ending? Obviously the plot of "The Domineering Boss is in Love with Me" is even more popular. what."

"Uh... Speaking of this." Hu Ge coughed twice, "Because the proportion of your drama has risen significantly, the investment ratio of the movie has also been further adjusted. We have officially invested in this movie, and now this script also has the end of the script. Our company’s handwriting."

Jiang Zicheng was confused when he heard: "...so what?"

"...It said that it is okay to change the play, but in the end you cannot be with the heroine."

"???"

"An Wen is a very topical flower in the country. If you and An Wen finally get married at the end of the movie, you two will definitely be tied together to fry CP. But there is too much difference between your coffee positions, and the black guys will definitely say You hug your thighs, **** blood, take the opportunity to be in position, etc." Hu Ge explained.

The positioning of Jiangzicheng is the actor route, not the traffic route. For him at this stage, speculating CP does more harm than good.

Jiang Zicheng: "...wait! Brother Hu, didn't you say that the day before yesterday???"

Brother Hu: "Oh? What did I say the day before yesterday?"

"You said:'Our company has no regulations, saying that artists under the age of 30 cannot fry CP'."

Brother Hu pushed the gold-rimmed glasses: "Oh, I'm farting."