Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

This was the fourth time Wen Cang was severely questioned by the security captain who seemed to have a poor memory if he was the "illegitimate child" of some owner.

Most of the residents in Jiangbin Jiayuan are celebrities and rich people. The security measures in the community have always been quite good, but there will also be paparazzi media or illegitimate students who come with the car, but they will all be stopped by the security personnel. Quite familiar.

"It's not an illegitimate child." Wen Cang looked calm, and sat quietly, "I didn't find out in advance the regulations prohibiting fireworks in your community, sorry."

"You are not the owner of our place, why did you come to our place to set off fireworks?" The captain was very vigilant.

Wen Cang rubbed his forehead, but he couldn't tell for a long time that he came here because he was hotheaded and wanted to please others, but he didn't win the favor, but asked for the first safety education in the new year.

He wanted to skip the "interrogation" procedure and pay the fine directly.

However, the high property management fee of Jiangbin Jiayuan is not for nothing. Every staff member is very responsible and selfless. For the peace of mind of the owner, he refuses to skip the half-step process, and Wen Cang can't explain himself. This seemed a particularly stupid and demented behavior, and he refused to say which household in the community the fireworks were set off for.

It was clear that no one had informed Wen Hong, and Wen Cang didn't want to disturb him, so he cut off the call at that time, but after 10 minutes, Wen Hong rushed over wearing a down jacket.

Even the ends of his hair are wet, and his whole body is bare-faced, but he looks clearer than usual when he attends events with makeup.

"Mr. Wen." The security captain obviously knew him, he was stunned for a moment, and greeted him with a smile, "Why are you here? What's the matter?"

"Indeed, there is. Happy New Year." Wen Hong nodded with a smile, and took out a stack of red envelopes to distribute to the staff and security personnel who were still on duty in the office. The captain went to the side and whispered, "I'm sorry to trouble you, this is my friend, today I said that I want to watch the fireworks, I originally wanted to go out to set them off, but I didn't have time to tell him the rules here, so he didn't know. Let it go here. I will explain it to him, please be accommodating."

Wen Hong has always had a good relationship with the security personnel of the property. He usually gives them some gifts when he meets the staff on duty during the holidays. Now he has taken the initiative to take responsibility. There were only a dozen or so fireworks brought over with one eye and one closed, and it didn't cause any real impact. The captain thoughtfully educated Wen Cang a few words before giving it up, and let Wen Hong take Wen Cang away with one eye closed.

"Wen Dao." It was already 12:30 in the evening, Wen Hong couldn't help covering his face and yawned, walked up to Wen Cang, and said flatly, "Let's go."

Wen Cang raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes traced inch by inch from his beautiful eyes, the original embarrassment and embarrassment had quietly dissipated, he thought, I also saw him at the most important moment of the year.

Wen Hong met his eyes, and the moment they looked at each other, he touched the complex emotions in his black eyes. He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and the next moment he looked away, turned around with lowered eyelashes, and walked out of the office first.

——The last time Wen Cang used my behind-the-scenes photos to comment on his mother, which made me embarrassed. This time, he was arrested for setting off fireworks indiscriminately and was embarrassed. Well... let’s even it out.

Wen Cang got up, and followed Wen Hong half a step behind. The two of them were silent for a long time without anyone speaking first. They stopped after passing Wen Hong's building. Wen Hong said: "It's too late, so I won't invite Director Wen went to drink tea at home, where did Director Wen park his car when he came?"

Wen Cang pursed his lips, and answered the wrong question: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

"It's okay," Wen Hong smiled politely, "But Director Wen doesn't need to do this for me, it's not necessary."

"Go back and rest early, don't send me off, I can find the direction of the exit." Wen Cang was noncommittal, and glanced at the black pajamas under his down jacket, which made his exposed skin so white that it glistened under the streetlights, "Good night .”

Wen Hong blinked in surprise, then nodded and said, "Good night."

Wen Cang was stunned for a moment, and there was an unbelievable sweetness in his heart. He couldn't tell what it was like, like some kind of surprise that was lost and found. He thought, he was finally willing to say goodnight to me.

Wen Hong stood on the steps and watched him leave. He didn't turn back to the house until Wen Cang's figure disappeared around the corner, but his eyes were still flashing. There was also a little uneasy question in his cold voice.

Wen Hong has only seen this kind of naive behavior that is too different from his own personality and has a sharp drop in both quotients, in those young Alphas who he observes because of the need for acting.

It is the tension and anticipation of wanting to please the sweetheart.

So fresh, so vivid.

But when it comes to Wen Cang, there is a strange sense of cuteness after disobedience, as if a proud artist who has always been arrogant, suddenly moved his heart, willing to let go of his own dignity, and express his affection to him clumsily and sincerely.

It's hard to remain indifferent to this.

Wen Cang would ask Shen Jingyan to pick up Bruce at home every once in a while when the director of the film had no time to go home, but this year Shen Jingyan was coaxed by Yi Yuan to go home for the New Year, and he found an excuse to go back to Shen Jingyan In his hometown, he didn't have time to look after the cat for Wen Cang, so he sent the cat to the pet shop to be fostered after saying hello to Wen Cang in advance.

Wen Cang only has half a day to go home, even if he picks up Bruce, he has to be sent back to the pet shop the next day, not to mention that Bruce won't cling to him like Ju Zi clings to Wen Hong, so there's no need to pick him up.

The next day was the first day of the Lunar New Year. Wenhong Studio and the endorsement brand Fang did a very good job of making a food truck to support them. During the break at noon, they sent a box of cooked handmade dumplings to every cast and crew in the crew. As for the endorsement products, Fang Jinyan also made a similar support and gave New Year's gifts, while Wen Cang, the chief director, was more direct. The assistant who came from the studio directly sent everyone New Year's red envelopes.

Wen Hong was a little surprised to receive two red envelopes, and looked at Wen Cang suspiciously.

"The opening ceremony of "Reversal" last year owes you." After what happened last night, Wen Cang was a little uncomfortable when he met Shang Wenhong's clear gaze.

——When Shi Yanting released the "discord" draft during the filming last year, the crew temporarily announced the casting, and used an alternative method of "confiscating the red envelopes from whoever the director said to show off" to refute the rumors, although it was just an official blog to sell cuteness , pretending on the surface, but in the final analysis, Wen Hong was not at fault for that matter, he should not have been slandered by this.

Wen Hong thought about it, and understood Wen Cang's hidden meaning in the two red envelopes.

——If I owe you or misunderstand you, I will make up for you a little bit, and I will do my best to give you a perfect explanation, even though my method may seem extraordinarily clumsy and funny.

Wen Hong was dumb for a moment, pinched the red envelope with his fingertips and twisted it lightly, put the red envelope into his coat pocket, nodded at Wen Cang from a distance, then turned back to the set with his eyes closed.

Shi Yanting was dressed much thicker than usual today. He was wearing a beige down jacket and a heavy brown scarf. He had a small frame, and when he sat on a pony, he looked like a dumpling. Delicate means.

But today he kept hiding from Fang Jinyan with puffy cheeks. As soon as Wen Hong sat down, he caught a glimpse of a white dumpling rubbing against him from the corner of his eyes. Wen Hong put the script on his lap and turned to look at him suspiciously. The exposed eyes and nose of Yan Ting covered half of his face, the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his eyes were a little swollen, as if he was crying hard after being bullied.

Wen Hong was really surprised, and after looking at him for a long time, he asked him, "You...what's the matter?"

"It's okay." His voice was not as clear as usual when he was chattering, but was obviously hoarse. Wen Hong was silent for a moment, "Go and get some cold medicine."

Those who were filming were not sick yet, but those who watched and studied fell ill first.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Shi Yanting's face, he quickly shook his head, and pulled up the scarf to cover it a little below his eyes.

Wen Hong remembered something and asked Shi Yanting: "Did you go to set off the fireworks last night?"

Shi Yanting nodded, looked up at him unexpectedly, and remembered the good idea he gave Wen Cang, his eyes lit up.He wanted to see how the result was, so he tentatively asked Wen Hong, "What about Brother Hong?"

"I didn't let it go," Wen Hong looked at his expression calmly, and pretended to be casual, "But it seems that someone set off fireworks near my house last night, and it was quite beautiful."

"Ha, let me just say..." Shi Yanting realized something was wrong in the middle of speaking, and immediately changed the subject, "The New Year needs fireworks to have atmosphere."

He still wanted to try to get some words out of Wen Hong's mouth, but the next second he heard Fang Jinyan's voice calling him from a distance, his ears turned red quickly, and Xiao Mazha immediately made him feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

"Xiao Ting!" Fang Jinyan followed the staff to distribute the New Year's gifts for support, and hurried over here, "Wen Hong! Is Xiao Ting next to you?"

Before Wen Hong could respond, he heard Shi Yanting hum in a low voice, then stood up and went out of the studio, Fang Jinyan hurriedly chased after him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Hong saw a kind of radiant satisfaction on Fang Jinyan's face that the makeup artist deliberately made dirty.

Wen Hong was a little dazed looking at the figures that drew closer and finally overlapped after leaving the set.

——Sure enough, Shi Yanting gave him the idea.

How could Director Wen, who is so rational and indifferent, listen to him?

Wen Hong recalled the embarrassment that flashed across Wen Cang's face when he went to the office of the security brigade last night to lead people, and couldn't help but smile with the corners of his lips curled up.

He was in such a good mood that when Wen Cang came to talk to him about something, he smiled softly at Wen Cang, tilted his head slightly and asked him, "Director Wen, what's the matter?"

Wen Cang met the gentle gaze cast towards him from the beautiful eyes that deepened the corners of his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and he almost froze for a moment, but he managed not to lose his composure. Talking to Wenhong: "Next Thursday is the film press conference of "Reversal". When the time comes, the main creative team will attend together. You can push forward the scenes of that day first, or if you have time, you can shoot earlier, but you may have to work hard to catch up."

Wen Hong pondered for a moment, then asked some precautions, then nodded in agreement, got up and went to the drama manager to discuss how to arrange the most appropriate scenes for that day.

Wen Cang's hand holding the script unconsciously tightened a bit, feeling a little dazed for no reason.

——He doesn’t seem to be alienating me anymore?