After the abuse of the scumbag, the actor and the young master are he

Chapter 8

Yuan Chengjing put down his overlapping long legs and got up, his sword eyebrows slightly frowned in displeasure, and the male assistant who was sitting next to him in his thirties also got up and nodded to the distressed Yuan Song.

Yuan Song knew that if Jiang Baizhou and Liu Ru were not by his side, his brother would definitely come over and hold him by the neck and shut him into the small dark room to reprimand him.

"Hey, Mr. Yuan, long time no see!" The atmosphere was stagnant, and everyone had their own thoughts. Liu Ru, as the eldest brother, took the lead in greeting.He and Yuan Chengjing are also old acquaintances, although they are not as familiar with each other as Huang Rui, they do have some contacts after all.

"Director Liu, long time no see. The last time I played with Huang Rui and Mr. Huang, I kept saying that you were too busy to show up." With so many people around, Yuan Chengjing didn't want to lose his status and make people laugh.

People from the old society like them are used to showing off-hand greetings on various occasions, and they have to admit that this proficiency, which is similar to being carved into the bone, has long become an invisible weapon in the mall.

"I'm not too busy! A new film is starting to be filmed, and there are people everywhere. You invest such a large amount of money, I have to be very dedicated to make every penny worth it!"

Liu Ru rubbed his hands with a smile. Even though he was an honest man, he still spoke beautifully.

Yuan Chengjing laughed and joked a few more times, and his eyes slowly fell on Jiang Baizhou whose expression improved slightly.

He is an entertainer, and managing his emotions is as natural as eating and drinking. Unless he intentionally behaves virtuously, in public, as long as he wants to, he will never get into trouble.

"President Yuan, long time no see."

The benefactor was his father, and Jiang Baizhou followed Liu Ru's heated scene, and also greeted him by the way.

It’s no wonder that Yuan Song has been infatuated with Jiang Baizhou for so many years. Needless to say, his appearance is outstanding. The inadvertent arrogance exuded in his brows and eyes is different from the vulgar fans and money worshipers in the entertainment industry. Such a person takes off his clothes and walks on the street He looks like a young man who is as handsome as a cypress, without the slightest bit of pompous kitsch.

"If I remember correctly, the last time we met was at the national drama awards ceremony. We haven't seen each other for a few months, and our temperament has become more mature."

After a round of polite greetings, the condemning eyes fell on the younger brother who kept leaning towards Jiang Baizhou's side, as cold as a sword.

"Did Xiao Song cause you any trouble?"

He hadn't seen each other for several days, and he didn't know how far the two of them had progressed. Taking advantage of the fact that the person involved was present, he purposely made indirect remarks, keeping his eyes on the other person's expression.

Jiang Baizhou hooked the corners of his mouth, and a playful look flashed across his lowered eyes. When he raised his eyes again, he was idle and careless: "It's not troublesome. I'm so tired after filming every day that I just want to sleep. Where can I have time to talk to you?" Think about playing with the kids."

It is obvious that Yuan Chengjing is behind his back as the financial backer, supporting his younger brother's "hidden/rule", and now he deliberately insinuates, is this testing or putting pressure?

Ah.

Jiang Baizhou felt funny in his heart, and glanced at Yuan Song who was frowning and glaring at others. He didn't know whether he was afraid of being scolded, or his brother's clichés would expose him. .

There is a posture that if you ask nonsense again, I will blow up my hair.

"Why are you staring? Now you are getting more and more courageous, and I dare not answer my phone!" Looking at his face turned from embarrassment into anger, he must have not touched a hair of the male god.

useless.

Attention suddenly returned to him, Yuan Song put on a few pairs of unclear eyes, and began to pretend to be stupid to ease the tension, and opened his arms and approached his brother: "I, am I busy with filming? I didn't mean it. Answer the phone! Just now I wanted to call back as soon as I got back to my room. Hehe."

Open eyes and tell nonsense, poor acting skills, no one in the room believed it.

"What's there to be busy with the male number eight?" Yuan Chengjing couldn't help but get angry when he thought of his troubles with his younger brother. He loved to preach to Yuan Song since he was a child. Tossing around behind others, you..."

Let his brother go on talking, he really has no image in front of the male god.

"Brother, I have a lot to say to you! You don't know, I miss you these days, and my head hurts too..." The boy's coquettishness is really terribly coquettish, and the tone of his jabbering can be astonishing. In the cracks of human bones.

Yuan Song pushed his brother staggering all the way to his room, and didn't relax his vigilance until he slammed the door.His brother is really good, he doesn't know how to save face.

Even though Jiang Baizhou has experienced Yuan Song's stickiness, seeing this kind of natural child acting cute is still like seeing a new species, and the depression accumulated in his heart has dissipated a lot in the suddenly soft atmosphere.

"I'm going back to my room first." I don't know if it was because the lights in the corridor were too bright, or because he suddenly lost his mind, Jiang Baizhou felt the dull pain all over his body as dense as sea water, accompanied by a short-term dizziness, and his whole back was tilted when he was walking.

According to past shooting experience, the body under the clothes is probably already stained.Especially the area under the back shoulder blades, the slightest rubbing of the clothes will cause pain, accompanied by movements, like pulling and pulling on purpose to toss people.

The crew has a professional accompanying doctor, he didn't think it was too much of a problem before, but now it seems a bit reluctant.

"Let go!" Yuan Chengjing waved away the paws that were blocking the doorway, still clutching his sleeves desperately, and stretched the shallow creases with the other hand in disgust.

The anger in my heart was suffocating, and I looked at the unlucky brother warningly, and walked inside calmly.

StarWorld Hotel has a good package, except for the clothes and snacks on the sofa and Yuan Song on the bed, which are a bit of an eyesore, the rest of the place is pretty clean.

He didn't like others to touch his personal things since he was a child, and he couldn't even tidy them up.

Yuan Chengjing unbuttoned his suit with one hand, opened his skirt slightly, and turned around twice before sitting down on the soft leather sofa. His long legs were folded, and the domineering aura rushed over his face.

"My parents and your second brother answer the phone, but not mine. What do you mean? You begged me to put you in the crew before, but now you turn your back on it?"

The love is deep and the responsibility is deep, especially Yuan Song is still a patient recovering from a serious illness.

Except for Yuan Chengjing, no one in the family knew about Yuan Song's joining the group to chase stars, and he was the one who was fierce on the surface, but in fact he was very spoiled.

Yuan Song felt guilty in the end, and scratched the back of his head with his fingers embarrassingly, with a smile on his face, disgusted in his heart: "Because no one loves gossip like you."

"No! I didn't do it on purpose. You keep asking me about Jiang Baizhou's affairs. Who wants to be so grown-up and report the privacy?" Yuan Song sat down next to his brother, but deliberately kept a distance, with his arms on his knees Wringing his fingers, his mouth puffed up involuntarily.

"I'm not afraid that if you shave your head, you'll disgrace the Yuan family's face!" That's what I said, but I'm actually afraid that his brother will be wronged.

"No! The male god treats me very well!" Yuan Song is also a person who wants face, and immediately retorted, "Didn't you see that I came back in the male god's car today?"

The part about rubbing against the car was automatically cut by him.

Seeing that the child was in a hurry, Yuan Chengjing miraculously lost his anger, and it was only when he made people angry that he was able to balance his mind.

"Come here, let me hug you."

Ever since Yuan Song had surgery on his head, every time he had a headache, it was his brother who hugged him and massaged him slowly. His parents were busy with their careers, and his brother, who was ten years older, always had endless worries.

Yuan Song didn't lie, he did have a headache just now.

It is indeed lonely to live alone after illness, especially at night when there is only him here.

The male god never goes out.

"Principal Qin called me today and told you to go for a review in the near future. I'll take you there someday when I'm free."

Yuan Song lay on his brother's lap like a good dog, closing his eyes to feel the relief from his big hands.The stitched scars in the shallow short hair are clearly visible, which is an injury that people dare not face up to now.

"Brother, when are you leaving? I'll take you down!"

Sure enough, there is no harmonious atmosphere between brothers.

In less than 10 minutes, Yuan Song suddenly remembered something, almost jumped off his brother's knee, and kept urging him to move faster.

Yuan Chengjing was so angry that he wanted to beat him hard with the hand that was still gentle just now.

"I don't need you to send it!" After finishing speaking, he stood up and buttoned his clothes, stretched the hem of his clothes, put his arms around his shoulders and warned sharply, "If you don't answer the phone again, I will take you home!"

Yuan Song was worried about something and was in a hurry, so he responded again and again.

Jiang Baizhou's injury hadn't been healed yet, so he had to go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy some medicine and send it there.

It's no joke that the wound is flooded and it becomes inflamed.