Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

The morning passed quickly, and Shang Peng received a call from Xia Yue when it was almost twelve o'clock.

Xia Yue was almost moldy from boredom by himself in the hospital, but his legs had to rest for about a week, so bored, he had no choice but to call Shang Peng to relieve his boredom.

"Hey, Shang Peng, are you still filming this afternoon?"

"I'll have to ask the director about this later." Shang Peng replied while wiping off his sweat.

"Even if there is, you can push it away. Come to the hospital in the afternoon and talk to me for a while, I'm so bored to death."

"...Is this what you should say as a professional actor?" Shang Peng sneered, "You still want to spoil me."

"Just say you won't come."

"Come on, why don't you come? You've already spoken. If I don't go, I'll be more important than friends." Shang Peng teased.

"You have a conscience."

When Shang Peng was about to say something more, the director called him.

"Shang Peng, come here, I have something to do."

"Okay, director, I'll go over right away." Shang Peng said to Xia Yue after agreeing to the director, "I'll go over first, and I will definitely find time to see you in the afternoon."

"Ah."

Shang Peng hung up the phone and walked towards the director, "Director, what's wrong?"

The director was a little anxious, "Just now, Liu Jing went back home because of something. Can you help guide this short martial arts scene? It's just a little short of the end of this scene."

"Okay, let me try." Shang Peng said.

To be honest, Shangpeng is really humble.After directing this scene, Shang Peng has almost no pressure.

The director watched from the sidelines, his gaze becoming more and more appreciative.In this paragraph, the director feels that Shang Peng's ability is almost comparable to that of Liu Jing, a senior martial arts instructor.

After the end, the director looked at Shang Peng, his gaze was obviously different from before, as if he was looking at a large piece of gold that had been raped.

His fiery gaze made Shang Peng get goosebumps, Shang Peng slightly avoided his gaze, and asked, "Director, is there still a show for me this afternoon?"

"No more." The director said with a smile.

Shang Peng nodded, "Then I'll go back first."

"Okay." The director still smiled so hard that he couldn't see his eyes.

Just as Shang Peng was about to turn around and leave, the director said again, "Peng Peng, what about the agency?"

Shang Peng was made cold sweat by the director's words, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "...Xia Yue said that he will take me to his company next week, you don't have to worry."

"That's good, you go, remember to have a good rest."

"..."

The director's excessive enthusiasm really surprised Shang Peng, but the director is already fifty, and Shang Peng is not worried that he will have any bad intentions against him.

After returning home and taking a shower, Shang Peng realized that he was already very hungry.

Too lazy to do it himself, Shang Peng simply ordered takeaway, and then lay on the sofa and waited for it to be delivered to his door.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Shang Peng wore slippers to open the door, and when he opened it, he was startled by the person standing outside the door.

The man's face was pale, sweating all over his face, his lips were dry and dry, as if he would faint in the next second.

Isn't this Wu Xing?

The moment Wu Xing saw Shang Peng, he was happier than seeing his relatives, and his eyes were moist.

Shang Peng didn't understand why he was so emotional, but he let him into the house quickly.

Before Wu Xing could sit still, he asked for water, "Dapengzi, give me water, water...I want to drink water."

"Oh." Frightened by Wu Xing's inhuman appearance, Shang Peng didn't care about hearing him address himself, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to pour him a large glass of water.

After a few sips of gulp, Wu Xing felt the lost strength return to his body little by little.

At this moment, Shang Peng said, "What's wrong with you? You made yourself look like this."

"Alas," Wu Xing sighed again and again, "You don't know, I almost died of thirst all the way."

"Death of thirst?" Shang Peng wondered, "Is there no water seller on the road?"

"This..." Wu Xing hesitated to speak.

Shang Peng suddenly understood, "Afraid of wasting money?"

Wu Xing nodded shyly, and Shang Peng almost wanted to slap him on the forehead, "I said you are really good at saving money, you don't have to save so much, do you?"

"You don't understand the suffering of us poor people."

"Just pick it." Shang Peng didn't sympathize with him at all, "See if your money will go with you after you die of thirst."

"No, you are wrong." Wu Xing waved his hand, and then said: "Even if I hold my breath, I will find a place to ask for water."

Shang Peng: "..."

The two chattered for a long time before getting down to business.

Shang Peng asked, "Why did you come to me suddenly? Could it be that some sequelae broke out?"

"..."

A question confused Wu Xing, and after a long while, he suddenly kicked up from the sofa as if he was just waking up from a dream, and yelled, "Damn it, I forgot that I'm a food delivery person!!"

"...You delivered food?" Shang Peng said quietly.

"...Yeah." Wu Xing nodded, then hurriedly picked up the plastic bag that was thrown outside the door just now, and handed it to Shang Peng, grinning.

"Guest officer, remember to give a good review after eating!"

Shangpeng touched the already cold rice and vegetables, and thought: If I don’t put the rice on your face, I’m going to lose my temper, and I want good reviews, no way!