Zhang Muzi's words are indeed very selfish from a moral point of view, but from the perspective of human nature, unless the Holy Mother is alive, what woman does not want to be valued so much, so she was infected by his straightforward, frank, and deeply shocking tone, Zheng Meili's heart was agitated, and she unconsciously clenched her fists tightly, and could no longer argue.

After a long time, he said softly: "Muzi, then if that murderer doesn't compromise as you think, what should you do?"

"Then I can only do my best to prevent him from achieving his goal..."A burst of green air suddenly rose on Zhang Muzi's face, and he said in a gloomy voice, and at the same time, his hands stirred and suddenly expanded outward, stretching out.

As he stretched his arms, a hurricane roared out of the void, roaring and spreading out in the center of the circle where he stood, miraculously avoiding the room full of women and furniture, but shattering all living potted plants, flowers and plants.

And when the wind expanded to the living room window, several pale black humanoid shadows suddenly appeared without warning, torn and twisted and elongated by the hurricane, and let out a sharp cry, which disappeared into nothing.

When the dust settled, there was a dead silence in the living room, and after more than ten seconds, Zheng Meili trembled and raised her hand to the windowsill to break the silence and said, "What was that just now, Muzi?"

"Ordinary people call them 'demons', and some interstellar scholars may call them unformed 'fantasy species'. Zhang Muzi looked at the place where the shadows disappeared, and said casually in contemplation.

Unable to fully understand his words, Zheng Meili asked again in a final voice: "Muzi, you, what did you say?"

"It's nothing," Zhang Muzi came back to his senses, smiled and explained in an easy-to-understand manner: "Well, you've heard of 'raising little ghosts', Meili, those things just now can be regarded as the murderer who wanted to kill your crew, the little ghost raised."

I won a small move in the second encounter, okay, don't worry, go and rest, no one can hurt you with me. ”

"What about us, master, don't you care about us?" As soon as he finished speaking, Jisoo, who was pale with fright and tears in his eyes, suddenly asked pitifully.

"I invited Muzi here to help protect everyone, how could he ignore you," Zheng Meili was afraid that Zhang Muzi would say anything more selfish and cold, which would stimulate the nerves of other people in the room, and preemptively said: "That's okay, let's all sleep in the living room tonight, anyway, it's summer, and there is a carpet on the floor, so you won't get sick if you lay on the floor." ”

Compared with the small life, the temporary discomfort is naturally not important, Zheng Meili's words were quickly recognized by all the girls, everyone pushed the coffee table and sofa to the wall, and ran back to the bedroom again, holding pillows, bedding, and thin blankets back to the living room, and spread them on the carpet.

And Zheng Meili, who took one more pair of pillows, thin quilts and blankets than others, laid out two beds side by side, looked at her friend with a little red cheeks and said: "Muzi, you can sleep next to me, by the way, now two more people have died, and the underwear to change is really not good..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Muzi, who was sitting cross-legged directly beside him, "You don't care about me, Meili, I'm not so delicate, and I don't have much time to sleep now, and I can recover all my energy by meditating for an hour or two."

Now the important thing is that you have a good rest, otherwise if you really break your heart, I am afraid that you will be seriously ill. ”

"Do you meditate instead of sleeping," Zheng Meili asked curiously, "You are really more and more like a master in the world now, but when you were in college, was it the same in the dormitory?"

"I'm not Xiao Zai, of course I'm not like this at school," Zhang Muzi pouted: "Okay, with me guarding, you can sleep in peace." With a wave of his hand, he turned off the ceiling light in the living room and turned it off far away, plunging the whole room into darkness.

The tense work and the panicked fear of the days had already exhausted the women in the drawing-room, and with the presence of a protector who could calm their minds a little, they soon fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed in a flash, and at dawn, the mobile phone ringing all over the room rang at the same time, and everyone woke up from their sleep.

Sleepy-eyed sat up from the ground, looked at each other unkempt for a few seconds, and then the women with somewhat dazed expressions remembered what happened last night, hurriedly stumbled to their feet, and ran back to their bedrooms.

Sleepless all night bathing in the rising sun, Zhang Muzi, who was sitting cross-legged on his knees, frowned when he saw this, looked at the dead friend who had just gotten up in front of him and asked: "Why are you so flustered, is the crew going to start work today, are you late, it's not right, why don't you look in a hurry at all?"

"The crew is indeed going to start work today, but everyone is so panicked not because they are late, but because we are women, if it weren't for being too familiar with you, too familiar, I'm afraid I'm going to be even more than them now. Zheng Meili pursed her lips and explained vaguely, got up from the floor, and walked back to her room.

Half an hour later, the women in the villa changed into bright clothes one after another, painted fashionable makeup, and returned to the living room with confidence, and the YG girl group agent who was the principal looked at Zhang Muzi and asked, "Master, we still have a performance task today, and now we are going to the shooting site, will you come with us?"

"Sister Fenglin, of course Muzi will go with us," without waiting for her friend to answer, Zheng Meili on the side took the lead again: "And you don't call him a master, a master, it sounds so weird, just call Muzi directly like me." As he spoke, he pulled the sleeve of Muzi's coat.

The matter does not involve the vital roots, Zhang Muzi has always maintained a submissive attitude towards the requirements of the people he cares about, so when he got the hint of the dead party, he smiled knowingly, nodded and said: "Agent Feng, Meili is right, you, shouldn't everyone call me Muzi."

In addition, I have always been very curious about filming, and I can't ask for it when I have the opportunity to watch it. ”

"It would be great if that was the case," Hearing this, Feng Lin quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Then let me tell you about the crew's usual day's schedule."

Generally in the morning, that is, now, we first go to the 'Xu Kee Cantonese Tea Shop' at the corner of the street to have breakfast... Most of the time at the end of the night is around seven or eight o'clock, but if you are a 'night play', it is likely to stay up until the early hours of the morning. ”

"Is it so rushed, and how long will it take to finish filming, Agent Feng?" asked Zhang Muzi.

"The drama has reached the end of filming, if it is fast, it should be over in a week, and if it is slow, it should be over in ten days. Maple Lin replied as he walked out of the villa.

Zhang Muzi, who was next to her, thought for a while and said, "In this way, the shooting can be completed in half a month at most, so I will stay in 'Shencheng' until the end." ”

"That's really good..."Hearing this, Feng Lin said with relief, and just walked out of the old alley with Zhang Muzi, turned right and continued to move forward along the main road, and walked into a Cantonese-style breakfast shop.

And most of the inland areas of China breakfast is far more than lunch. Dinner is simple and different, the two Guangdong regions have had the so-called 'morning tea' habit for thousands of years, and the style and environment of breakfast are more exquisite than the main meal.

Sitting on a comfortable high table and big chair, rinsing her mouth with tea, waiting for the guy in a spotless white cloth shirt to deliver the exquisite siu mai, steamed dumplings, egg cakes, seafood soup and other meals to the table, Zheng Meili, who felt that her career had also achieved a little success, couldn't help but show off in her friend's ear: "How about Muzi, the movie I made is very big." ”

"Huh, what?" Zhang Muzi had long been accustomed to a luxurious life since inheriting his grandfather's billions of inheritances, and asked without understanding the words of his dead friend.

"I mean, I made this one... No, do you know what ordinary crews eat for breakfast when filming...

Forget it, if you don't understand, forget it, eat, eat. Zheng Meili wanted to explain her pride several times, but she was choked by Zhang Muzi's blank eyes, and when she spoke, the meal happened to be on the table, so she angrily used chopsticks to insert a piece of roasted wheat into her friend's mouth, ending her futile explanation.

Because since the crew filmed in Shencheng, this breakfast shop has always been a place for actors and staff to eat together in the morning, and most of the diners are familiar faces, Zhang Muzi was surrounded by several heroines in the movie, and he also interacted with the most popular new-generation idol Zheng Meili so intimately, which is naturally very eye-catching.

And at this time, the artist is usually reminded to pay attention to his words and deeds, so as to avoid strange scandals affecting the star road, the agent who actually sits on the side and does not say a word with a wry smile is even more strange.

However, the film and television crew is like a small microcosm of society, with a strict hierarchy invisibly, even if they are curious, not just any crew member dares to go, the rising star girl group and senior agents under the command of a super-large performing arts company ask questions, so although the room full of people cast curious glances at Zhang Muzi's table, none of them really walked over and said anything.

It wasn't until a group of men in their twenties and thirties, all dressed in light sportswear, strode into the breakfast shop with gloomy faces, led by a handsome young man with outstanding temperament, when he looked across the shop to find an empty table, he saw Zheng Meili almost clinging to Zhang Muzi's body, whispering the scene, and after the pupils shrank slightly, someone finally walked to Fenglin's side and asked, "Fenglin, have you also come over for breakfast."

You already know the news of the accident between Gengsheng and Zeng Xiang last night, hey, there is a fresh face, is this gentleman also an artist in your company?"