The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

"Tsk tsk tsk, everyone is dead, and it's so grand."

Cai Jin held a greasy plastic fork in one hand, and swiped Weibo with his mobile phone in the other, sighing disdainfully.

Fang Ningjie came out of the bathroom, wearing an old pajamas. He casually shook his dripping hair and asked casually, "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

He took out a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, unscrewed it, and poured it directly into his mouth.

"Coke kills Jing, brother." Cai Jin sighed.

Fang Ningjie is a person who takes good care of his appetite, and he still didn't change his face when he heard the words, and he drank it all.

"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes." Cai Jin shook his legs, and the instant noodles slurped loudly, "Be careful not to have sex with your girlfriend."

"Go, go, don't talk nonsense." Fang Ningjie wiped his face with a towel hanging around his neck, sat next to him, leaned his head to look at his phone, "What gossip are you----"

His voice stopped abruptly.

"Isn't it Jiang Mu's fault? It's been hanging up for so long and it still doesn't stop." Cai Jin pointed the phone at him openly and complained casually.

Fang Ningjie's eyes widened, and he grabbed the phone at the same time, the bold black words on the screen almost pierced his heart.

The screenwriter Jiang Mu suffered a tragic accident, and the mysterious person had full power to represent the funeral?

Just one title will crush his whole body.

By the way, the funeral...

What about his funeral?Has his body been cremated?buried?

He had been reborn for so long and hadn't thought of this!

He should have noticed earlier.

He tore off the towel and rushed into the room.

Cai Jin was stunned by his series of actions. When he came back to his senses, Fang Ningjie had already put on his clothes, hat, and was ready to go out with his key.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Fang Ningjie pressed his cap, opened the door and walked out without saying a word.

Last week, Wu Xingyan called him [-] yuan, which gave him a lot more money, and he called him directly to the funeral.

The place is still far away, Fang Ningjie glanced at the phone, a little anxious: "Master, can you drive quickly?"

At this time, Beijing time 16:42

Weibo has exploded, and several big Vs have published the news that the mysterious planner of Jiang Mu's funeral is Wu Xingyan. The news is also on the top of the list.

"Hello, I'm a reporter from xx Daily. Excuse me, what's the relationship between you and Jiang Mu? Why do you want to help him host the funeral?"

Facing aggressive questions from reporters, Wu Xingyan replied: "Mr. Jiang...is my mentor."

After finishing speaking, he calmed down the impetuous group of reporters with a smile: "Please ask the reporters below to ask only one question, and provide more opportunities for other reporters. Thank you for your cooperation."

The reporter sat down somewhat ashamed.

"What do you think of Jiang Mu's previous plagiarism scandal?"

Wu Xingyan was silent for half a second, and the flashing lights kept blinking.

"I believe that Jiang Mu will not plagiarize." He raised his head and said frankly, "I believe that he is innocent."

"The court has ruled against Jiang Mu. Why do you believe that he is innocent?"

"Did you have any interest relationship with him before? Or something else?"

"Why did Jiang Mu's family let you take full charge of the funeral? What's their attitude towards their son's plagiarism?"

"Some people say that Jiang Mu's death was an accident, while others say it was a homicide. What do you think?"

Questions were fired like machine guns, and even the assistant was sweating. Wu Xingyan made a big fuss this time. The upper management of the company was holding an emergency meeting, and Weibo was already in chaos.

"Jiang Mu is kind to me, and I also believe in his character. He will not do such a thing that damages his reputation."

Wu Xingyan remained calm in the face of danger, and replied methodically, "Jiang Mu's parents are old, and it is inevitable that they will be too tired to handle these things, so I will take responsibility for them. Regardless of whether Jiang Mu plagiarized in the public's mind, he is Jiang Mu's Dad Jiang Ma's son, this will never change. As for the cause of Jiang Mu's death, I think it should be handed over to the judicial department for investigation."

The reporters were silent for a few seconds, and soon another reporter stood up and repeated the question just now: "You didn't have much contact with Jiang Mu before, but you are in charge of this funeral, are you and him What kind of interest relationship did you have before? Or other relationships?"

Everyone knows this reporter's heart, but they are all looking forward to Wu Xingyan's answer.

"Jiang Mu is my mentor," Wu Xingyan repeated patiently, paused for a few seconds, and added, "I have the same admiration for him as a student for a teacher."

The reporters exploded, and the flashlights and recording pens flew together. It was really a spectacle.

"I respect him very much. When I was confused, he stretched out his hand and told me that this circle is dirty, but as long as our original intention remains the same, we will not be polluted. He is my guiding light on the road of life. It can be said that With Jiang Mu, there is now Wu Xingyan."

A handsome man was sitting on the stage. Although his face was haggard, his tone was unbelievably gentle. Even his eyes seemed to light up.

"Do you have... feelings for him that are neither friendship nor family?"

The reporter couldn't help but soften his voice.

"I don't think so." Wu Xingyan smiled softly, and there seemed to be helplessness and indulgence in the smile, "I know what you want to ask, but I can only say sorry, Jiang Mu and I are not lovers. "

The reporters below laughed.

The acting skills are indeed superb, but no, it changed the atmosphere of the entire press corps.

Fang Ningjie held the door frame and stood outside, listening to the laughter and laughter inside, with complicated eyes.

If he wasn't Jiang Mu, I would have believed him.

What life mentor, what guiding light...

He didn't have the slightest impression.

The press conference ended quickly, and the assistant was responsible for sending the reporters out.

Wu Xingyan returned to the lounge, sat on the sofa and rubbed his temples, trying to dispel a little bit of fatigue.

The phone rang a few times.

He answered the phone casually: "Hello?"

"It's me, Fang Ningjie."

Wu Xingyan was stunned: "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"It's something, of course it's something, come out, I'll wait for you at the door." Fang Ningjie's tone was gloomy.

Wu Xingyan came out quickly.

At this time, the sun had completely set and it was slightly cool.

The overcoat he was wearing hadn't been buttoned yet, the scarf was casually wrapped around his neck twice, and he hurried over with his hands in his sleeves.

At this time, the reporters had already dispersed, and the guards had checked the list to ensure that everyone had left, including Fu Zhan who came uninvited.

"How did you come?"

Wu Xingyan walked up to him, although it was a question, there were not many questions.

"Let me see how many lies you want to make up." Fang Ningjie's face was pale, and his eyes were fixed on him.

The patterned smile on Wu Xingyan's face froze.

"Wu Xingyan, I'll just tell you some things." Fang Ningjie's eyes did not show connivance, but only indifference and anger. "The dead are the worst. I don't care what your purpose is, please let Jiang Mu go."

"I don't understand..." Wu Xingyan said hoarsely, "What purpose can I have?"

"You have to ask yourself this, but if you hunt eagles all day long, be careful not to be pecked by eagles."

He clenched his fists, turned around and wanted to leave.

"What am I asking?!" Wu Xingyan grabbed him, and there was a hint of panic in his tone, "Please explain clearly to me!"

"Explain clearly?" Fang Ningjie shook his hand impatiently, and said word by word, "Your reputation is big enough and good enough, you don't need to use a dead person to make a name for yourself, understand? "

"Do you think... I'm using Jiang Mu?" Wu Xingyan opened and closed his lips, and finally asked this pale question.

Fang Ningjie's silence was the best answer.

Wu Xingyan reached out and pinched his shoulder with such force that even he couldn't bear the pain.

"I will not lie to Jiang Mu, especially in front of his spirit."

In the dark, they faced each other, there was no one around, not a bird's cry, a footstep, not even a breath of wind.

Wu Xingyan's tears fell in front of Fang Ningjie, one drop after another, and he choked up and said, "I will not lie to him, I never lie to him."