Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

In March, the temperature is gradually warming up.

After filming, Yanzi was so tired that she was about to fall apart, and walked to the dressing room with heavy steps.

Yan Zixiao waited for his colleagues to finish changing and he was the only one left in the dressing room before he took off his costume.

"It's raining." The door was knocked open from the outside, and a colleague rushed in rashly.

Yan Zixiao was frightened and quickly covered herself with clothes.

"Brother Yan, I'm sorry, I thought there was no one inside."

"It's ok."

"Keep changing, I'm looking for an umbrella, it's drizzling outside!"

Yan Zixiao said awkwardly: "After you find the umbrella, I will change it."

The colleague opened his cabinet, searched here and there, and soon it was a mess, "Huh? I remember I put a spare umbrella in the studio."

Yan Zixiao remained silent, praying in her heart that her colleagues would quickly find the umbrella.

The colleague searched for nearly 5 minutes, and gradually became frustrated: "Forget it, I can't find it, I will go home in the rain."

Yan Zi Xiao said: "How about I drive you for a ride?"

"Okay, let me thank Brother Yan first!"

"Then please wait for me in the parking lot. I'll go down after changing my clothes."

The locker room became quiet again, Yan Zixiao heaved a sigh of relief and continued changing clothes.In the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the height of a person, his whole body was bruised and purple, his chest was covered with rings of teeth marks, and there were several shocking bruises and palm marks on his waist.

It has been two weeks and the marks on the body have not faded.

Yan Zixiao changed her clothes, found an umbrella from her locker, and walked to the parking lot.

Colleagues got into his car and talked a lot, basically never leaving the gossip and gossip of celebrities.

"Hey, did you hear? Xing Ruiyu, the chairman of the Xing Group, will marry Yin Xuerou, the daughter of the Xingyu Group."

Yan Zixiao replied "Yes" indifferently.

"They were engaged in the early years, but because of Yin Xuerou's car accident...the relationship between the two families turned hostile..." the colleague chattered.

Yan Zixiao had heard these gossips a long time ago, so she didn't focus on chatting with her colleagues.When the car drove out of the gate of the film and television base, the colleague exclaimed: "Tsk tsk, here we come again."

Yan Zixiao's eyelids twitched. From the rearview mirror, she saw the gate of the film and television base and saw a familiar car. Park Xuan sat in it with a smile on her face.

"Since a week ago, that Bentley has picked up that pickle from get off work every day."

"Oh."

The colleague suddenly lowered his voice, and approached Yan Zixiao with a mysterious face: "Director Yan, do you know whose license plate it is? Those eight women in the make-up team have already got the information first-hand."

Yan Zixiao didn't want to discuss such a boring topic, but she still had to cooperate with her colleagues who were full of interest: "Whose is it?"

"Gold master, the rich second generation of the consortium."

Yan Zixiao is already used to rich businessmen and starlets, but on Valentine's Day, he saw Park Xuan holding someone's arm intimately, and changed to a new partner within a few days, which really ruined the three. view.But when he compared his own situation, the crow laughed at the pig, and Yan Zixiao figured it out again.

"I heard that the car is the property of the Yin Group."

"Oh."

"Brother Yan, why do you have such a boring reaction, don't you think this news is very exciting?"

"What's so exciting?" Due to the rain and the slippery road, Yan Zixiao slowed down the car before passing the school area.

Colleagues continued to gossip, Yan Zixiao saw a school bus broke down on the side of the road, and a dozen elementary school students stood on the side of the road in the rain.

Yan Zixiao interrupted her colleague's gossip: "You have nothing important to do later."

The colleague shook his head.

"Then wait for me." Yan Zixiao parked the car on the side of the road, found a tool bag from the trunk, opened the umbrella and hurried to the school bus.

The colleague suddenly realized and followed the man out of the car.

Yan Zixiao used to study in the army to repair military pickup trucks. He and the school bus driver teamed up. After a few minutes of busy work in the rain, they found out the fault.

The colleague was teasing the children when he suddenly heard a loud "bang" from behind.

"Brother Yan, your car!" The colleague's jaw was about to drop to his shoulder, and he said from ear to ear.

Yan Zixiao narrowed his eyes, and through the faint rain and fog, he saw a pure black Bentley scraping against the left side of his Cherokee.

"Fuck! Brother Yan, you're too bad." The colleague patted Yan Zixiao's shoulder, as if to comfort the man's emotions.

Yan Zixiao frowned and knocked off his colleague's hand on his shoulder, handed the tool bag to the school bus driver, and walked towards the Cherokee, who had opened a door.

A polite man stepped up and down the Bentley, saw Yan Zixiao, bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry, we will compensate all the damage caused to your car."

Yan Zixiao gasped, pointing to the wide road: "The car you drive?"

The man respectfully said: "Yes, I am the driver. The road is slippery in rainy days. When I stepped on the brakes, the brakes suddenly failed and the car skidded, which caused the accident."

Yan Zixiao felt that the head of the Bentley driver had just been hit by a car, and even a rookie driver would not be able to cause such a low-level traffic accident.

However, the Bentley driver's eyes were sincere, which also showed that he would compensate, and Yan Zixiao didn't want to pursue it further.

A colleague approached the two with a tool bag, and handed the tool bag to Yan Zixiao: "Brother Yan, the school bus driver is ready to use it."

"Well. My car has become like this. I'm afraid I can't take you home."

"It doesn't matter, walk across the school and you will reach my neighborhood in 2 minutes. Thank you for today, I'm sorry, if you didn't send me, the car wouldn't..."

The Bentley driver was expressionless, as if the miserable Cherokee had nothing to do with him.

The colleague insisted on walking home for the rest of the way, Yan Zixiao lent him the umbrella.

The driver of the Bentley called the insurance company and said politely, "Sir, our car is fine, why don't we take you home first? You take the passenger seat."

Yan Zixiao looked at the new and luxurious Bentley, and remembered that there was someone in the car he didn't want to see, so he said indifferently: "It's okay, I'll take a taxi."

"Sir, can you leave your contact information, and I will send it to you when your car is repaired."

Yan Zixiao said his phone number, and the driver smiled and said, "Okay, I will contact you when the time comes. I am deeply sorry for the loss caused to Mr. on behalf of our boss."