little turtle in pocket

In the year [-] AD.An airport boarding gate.

A pale young man walked a few steps closer to the tall companion wearing sunglasses in front of him: "Why can't it be put in the box? In case it is found out------"

The tall man shrugged easily: "Isn't this not found out?"

In order to prove that the other party's worry was unnecessary, he reached into his pocket and took out that dreadful little thing.

It's a turtle the size of a matchbox.The whole body is dark brown, with light patterns on the carapace, which looks no different from ordinary tortoises.

Feeling the owner's body temperature, it stuck its head and limbs out of the tortoise shell, looked around curiously, and crawled two steps slowly.Fortunately, the owner's palm is wide enough, and it is still far from the edge of the palm.

The man stroked the little turtle gently with his fingers, and his voice was so low that he could barely hear: "How long will it take before we meet him?"

The little tortoise didn't seem to be interested in this question, stopped walking, and retreated into the tortoise shell again.

"OK, let's disband first, everyone will take their seats in 5 minutes, and prepare for the official shooting!"

After Deputy Director Mei gave an order, everyone sighed and went about their own tasks.

The bearded man went to the toilet, Wu Ming sat down on his recliner, raised his long legs and kicked the child next to him who was still concentrating on playing games: "Hey, my leg hurts!"

Wen Nuo perfunctorily freed his left hand to press on his knee twice: "Is the position going smoothly? Is that Jin Chengshen easy to get along with?"

Wu Ming took the white palm and pinched the slender fingers once and for all: "I didn't know, I didn't see anyone else from the beginning to the end, we are playing against the air!"

Hearing the sourness in his words, Wen Nuo turned his head and glanced at him: "He is a big name, it's normal."

The afternoon sun shone on the child's face through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting the skin radiance better than snow, bright eyes and white teeth, and the blinking of dark brown eyelashes, which made people feel fascinated.

Wu Ming had long forgotten the complaint he made just now, so he took a sneak peek at the left and right, and no one noticed, before leaning over to kiss those two plump, moist and textured lips.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Uncle, you are back." Wen Nuo held back a smile, squinting at Wu Ming who was full of frustration.

Director Qian nodded, took the seat vacated by Wu Ming, and pretended not to know anything: "Xiao Nuo, there is something wrong with a light in the lighting team, go and have a look."

"Oh."

Wen Nuo put the computer on standby, and when he turned around, he quietly made a face at Wu Ming, and ran away before the opponent's fist reached him.

Wu Ming was showing his teeth and claws at the child's back, and Director Qian called his name behind him, and he quickly turned around and responded respectfully, "What's the matter, Uncle Qian?"

The bearded man took a sip of tea: "Well, you should also know that Jin Chengshen was invited to play the leading role mainly for box office considerations. I have been friends with Lao Wu for so many years, and you are like my half son."

"Yes, thank you uncle for taking care of me."

Uncle continued to sigh with emotion: "We are a small production with tight budget. It is not easy to hire first-line youngsters at this price! You are a sensible and good boy, look at Uncle's face, don't conflict with him, and help Uncle restrain other actors Come on, okay?"

This beard is thick on the outside and thin on the inside!Wu Ming smiled: "I see, don't worry, uncle."

"Also, Xiao Nuo's parents left early, I, as an uncle, have the responsibility----"

He stopped halfway through the conversation, Wu Ming met that sharp gaze, and smiled faintly: "Uncle Qian, I'm serious."

"I know, I know." Director Qian sighed wearily, "But there are too many rumors in this circle, so we have to guard against them! Now that the paparazzi are so rampant, we can't be too cautious!"

Knowing what he was referring to, Wu Ming couldn't help but blushed slightly, and replied solemnly: "I'm sorry uncle, I will pay attention to it in the future."

Director Qian thoughtfully looked at that handsome face and tall and outstanding figure: "Your aptitude and talent are first-class, and you will become a great weapon in the future. Uncle only hopes that by that day, you will not hurt me." Xiao Nuo is too deep."

Wu Ming shook his head like a rattle drum: "Uncle, you're joking. For someone like me who has no ambitions, it's good to just follow you and eat. How can I go so far?"

"Cheng Shen, what are you still doing, the filming will start soon!"

The little manager was rubbing his hands and turning around outside the dressing room, turning pale with worry as usual.

"Here it comes, why panic, you are so anxious—"

The person who said others were in a hurry hurried out of the dressing room door, strode out into the hallway, and tripped over something with a bang.

The make-up artist following behind exclaimed: "You stepped on someone, Mr. Jin!"

At this time, the disadvantage of being tall and tall appeared: Mr. Jin swayed several times, but finally fell to the ground, pressing on the person below.

Besides, celebrities usually have some unique quirks. The first thing Mr. Jin Chengshen did after he fell down was neither losing his temper nor trying to resolve the embarrassment. own pocket.

Everyone present stared at the treasure he took out from his pocket.Brokers were annoyed, others were surprised.

"Turtle? Live?"

With the protection of the carapace and plastron, the little turtle was safe and sound.Its owner breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and replied, "Yes—"

The moment their eyes met, someone petrified on the spot.

Ten seconds later, Wen Nuo asked impatiently, "Did you break your leg?"

"No." Someone replied stupidly, unwilling to blink his eyelids.

"Then please stand up, please, what you are pressing on is not a sponge cushion but a human being!"

Apologizing in a hurry, Mr. Big Star stood up, and thoughtfully stretched out his hand to pull him up.

Wen Nuo shook off his hand, patted the dust on his body, gave someone who was still in a state of dementia a cold look, picked up a spotlight next to him, turned and left.