Chapter 677: The Actor's Gold Medal Agent (Seventy-two)
Wen Shu wanted to wait for Anyang to come out and see how far they had come, but after stopping for a moment, the mobile phone rang as if it were urgent.
Looking down at the text message at the top of the screen, his tone was almost impatient, he barely managed to maintain the calm on his face, and turned to walk into the private room.
In the smoky room, even the best tobacco shreds made Wen Shu, who had never smoked, feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
"Don't like the taste?"
The drunken boss next to him looked at Wen Shu's slightly frowning brow with half-squinted eyes, and leaned forward with a hippie smile, "The way you frown is also good-looking, just like a painting." ”
"It's still the king's big card~ I wanted to see you before, but I couldn't see you."
Wen Shu keenly noticed the obscenity hidden in his eyes, and his face changed. The word rolled in his throat for a long time, and he no longer dared to roar out as unscrupulously as before.
"Of course. Our Wen big star, how can ordinary people invite them to move," Director Wang's assistant has been secretly paying attention to the movement here, and the position where everyone is sitting this time is also deliberately arranged by him at the behest of others.
Seeing him say this, Xie Rui could only get up and smile understandingly, and motioned for Wen Shu to get up and drink.
"Thank you Director Wang for giving me this opportunity," suppressing the anger surging in his heart, Wen Shu knew that Xie Rui deliberately gave him a step, otherwise according to the virtue of the boss around him, he didn't know what disgusting words to say.
Seeing that he was finally willing to bow his head, the expression on Wang Bing's face softened a little.
In the midst of the staggering, there was a lively sound outside the private room, as if the room on the other side had just finished the carnival.
Wen Shu choked on the wine rolling in his throat, and An Yang's figure immediately appeared in his mind.
Looking at the door out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly remembered that one day many years ago, he was coaxed by the director to appear on such an occasion.
At that time, it was Anyang who rushed over for the first time and liberated him from the ill-intentioned drinking party.
He didn't need that person to do this, neither then nor now, but ......
The noise of people outside eventually died away, and the door never opened......
[System: Host, Wen Shu was poured wine next door, don't you take the opportunity to save people and brush up on your favor? 】
[Anyang: He owes Liu Yiyang more than he can count. Such a bear child, if he doesn't teach a lesson, will never know that the sugar that he originally abandoned is precious. 】
When the sun rises, the whole world seems to be reawakened. The busy crowd begins to live a step-by-step life every day.
When Wen Shu stumbled out of the private room, he had a headache that exploded. The brain is slimy and has stopped turning.
He hadn't drunk so much wine in years for I don't know how many years, and those people were literally pouring him to death.
"The shooting has been postponed for the past two days, you go back and have a good rest."
When the car stopped downstairs, he vaguely heard what Xie Rui said, and when he wanted to respond, his stomach twisted up like a sea, and he vomited in the flower bed.
Cold sweat broke out in an instant, making him a little sober.
The new residence was remote and quiet, but when he opened the door alone, the too quiet room made him hallucinate for a while.
When that person is there, he won't be wronged at all......
"Yangyang, I'm uncomfortable......"
The emotions in his eyes are complex and unpredictable, and they have become depressed that he can't ask for.