The beauty god is forced to love every day

Jin Zeyan was woken up by the noise. He touched his phone in a daze, and his fingertips lightly brushed across it, "Hello!"

"Brother Yan, why aren't you in the lounge?"

The assistant's voice on the phone instantly woke Jin Zeyan up, and he quickly thought of an excuse, "I'm in the bathroom, I'll be back soon."

With the dim light from his cell phone, he realized that the person in the room was long gone, and when he lowered his head, he noticed the thing in his hand.

The handwriting was elegant and neat, but the name at the end was written in a flamboyant style. He took a quick look at it and threw it into the trash can.

He reached out and grabbed his coat and left.

After walking around for a while, he returned to the crew and saw his assistant preparing the clothes for the afternoon.

"Brother Yan, you're here. Here are the clothes for this afternoon. The makeup teacher will be here soon."

"Okay," Jin Zeyan reached out to take the clothes, and suddenly found that the clothes in his hand were not his sun protection clothes.

It's a striped suit jacket, no way! I took the wrong clothes.

The assistant noticed the suit with sharp eyes and said, "Brother Yan, why don't I remember you having this suit? It looks a little familiar!"

Jin Zeyan's face flashed with embarrassment, and he said seriously, "That belongs to the director, let me take it."

"I forgot about it while I was walking and brought it back with me."

The assistant took a look and felt something was wrong, but couldn't see anything, so he didn't investigate further. "Brother Yan, do you want me to take it over?"

"No need." Jin Zeyan quickly refused, "Put it aside first, the director will come and get it later."

After saying that, Jin Zeyan put his suit jacket aside and began to prepare for the afternoon shoot.

He was in good shape today. He passed all the afternoon's performances in one take without any NGs, so it was relatively easy.

He just always felt like someone was looking at him, which made him a little irritated.

Xia Wanyou was wearing a simple chest-length skirt, playing the role of an NPC in the background, but her eyes were always on Jin Zeyan.

She was wearing a green brocade robe, her black hair was tied behind her head with a silver hairpin, and she held a folding fan in her hand with a red tassel at the end.

It is very conspicuous in the bony hands, making the skin look as white and beautiful as porcelain.

She kept observing, but she never saw any abnormality in Jin Zeyan. She clearly remembered that Jin Zeyan was allergic to mangoes.

Today she specially prepared desensitization medicine, just waiting for Jin Zeyan to have an allergic reaction, and she would use the medicine to improve his favor.

What’s going on? I saw Jin Zeyan drink water so many times, how come nothing happened to him?

She walked over unwillingly, came behind Jin Zeyan, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Jin, are you feeling unwell?"

Before Jin Zeyan could answer, the assistant director shouted, "That NPC, don't be so self-conscious and don't steal the show."

Xia Wanyou: “….”

Before she could react, she was dragged away by the person in control. Jin Zeyan felt confused and always felt that this person was not very smart.

During the half-time break, Jin Zeyan went to the toilet. When he came back, someone inexplicably said thank you to him.

It made him a little confused.

Until the assistant brought the milk tea over, "Brother Yan, you ordered milk tea for everyone in the crew, why did you hide it from me?"

Jin Zeyan was holding the cup of Strawberry Bobo in his hand. The light pink color was very girly, but it didn't match his temperament at all.

There was a hint of doubt in her gentle eyes, "I really didn't order it."

The assistant took a sip of the taro balls and said with a look of seeing through everything, "Brother Yan, the guy who came to deliver the milk tea said it was ordered by Mr. Jin Zeyan."

"WTF." Jin Zeyan didn't understand.

Jinhua Entertainment Company.

Yan Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the flickering fireworks flickered at his fingertips, and his slightly narrowed eyes revealed a hint of depth and irritability.

The slender fingers gently held the cigarette, brought it to her lips from time to time, took a light puff, and then slowly exhaled wisps of white smoke.

He tilted his head slightly, held the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, looked at Yi Er who suddenly appeared, and raised his eyelids.

"How's the check going?"

With one or two waves of his hands, a blue screen appeared in front of Yan Qing. [Just as the boss said, it was Yan Jueyu who was behind this.]

[He added 5% to Jinhua's base rate, and Mr. Wu voluntarily signed a contract with Yan Jueyu. This is clearly a losing deal.]

[Is Yan Jueyu a fool? This will bankrupt him. ]

Yan Qing held the ashtray in his hand and shook the ashes into it. "It's okay, it's just that I got a cold shoulder today."

"I was tricked by this guy, and I feel really bad. I'm going to expose some gossip about Mr. Wu and put it on the hot search for three days."

"Collect evidence and try to get him into jail, so he won't stay out and harm innocent girls."

[Yes, Boss.] Yi Er and his screen disappeared in an instant.

night.

The temperature in the south city is relatively low at night. Pedestrians are hurrying on the streets under the flashing neon lights and vehicles are flowing continuously.

Jin Zeyan sat in the passenger seat, holding Yan Qing's suit in his arms and a box of biscuits in his hand.

The person next to him was wearing a black shirt and black casual pants, with his sleeves casually rolled up, revealing his toned arms.

The metal strap shone with a cold luster, slender fingers gripped the steering wheel, the profile of the face was clear, and a pair of silver glasses rested on the bridge of the nose.

He is mature, abstinent and elegant, and is the most popular type of dad at the moment, mature, steady and wealthy.

Yan Qing noticed Jin Zeyan's gaze and curled her lips slightly, "Are you obsessed with my beauty? You're looking at me so infatuatedly."

Jin Zeyan was shaken by this smile, and his heart moved slightly. He said in a low voice with a hint of disgust, "You are very narcissistic."

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, a hint of uninhibited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he asked uncertainly, "Brother has the capital to be narcissistic, doesn't he?"

As he spoke, he skillfully controlled the steering wheel.

Upon hearing this, Jin Zeyan didn't know what to say, because Yan Qing did have the capital.

Suddenly, he remembered something, "Did you buy the milk tea in the afternoon?"

Yan Qing nodded slightly, "In the afternoon, just order whatever you want."

Jin Zeyan couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. How casual, just a few Ws.

Humph! It turns out that all capitalists are evil.

Key Entertainment City.

Jin Zeyan thought Yan Qing would park at the door, but he went straight to the underground parking lot from the side.

Yan Qing parked the car, opened the door, and walked out with his long legs, "Let's go, take your cookies, the desserts on top are not delicious."

"Oh!" Jin Zeyan got out of the car with his coat and biscuits. He reached out for the mask and was about to put it on when he was stopped by a hand.

He looked over in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"No need to wear it." Yan Qing reached out and took the mask. "We'll go directly to the top floor from the special elevator. No one will see us."

"Moreover, the privacy of customers holding black cards is kept strictly confidential. No one dares to disclose it unless he doesn't want to stay in South City anymore."