After the former actor was forced to open for business

"Who is abnormal, with such an unclean mouth?"

The two of them looked back together, and saw a tall and tall man wearing a black hat walking towards him. The brim of the fisherman's hat was pulled down so low that only the lower half of his face was exposed, and his lips were tightly drawn into a line.

"Which one are you, does it have anything to do with you?" Li Fangji looked at him with a calm expression, the sarcasm in his tone caused extreme discomfort.

Jiang Weiwei narrowed his eyes slightly, and tentatively called out a name: "Lin Lie?"

At that time, when she first debuted, she met this person. He was a very hard-working child, but his luck was not very good.She was very relieved to hear that she became popular as a singer later on.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Li Fangji's unfriendly face, "The person you mentioned is my friend, do you think it has anything to do with me?"

Hearing this, Li Fangji laughed instead, and looked him up and down, "Friend? Don't be a friend with sex. He came to protect your lover? I can't think of Ji--"

A muffled "bang" interrupted Li Fangji's words, and the entire corridor seemed to be silent for an instant.

Jiang Weiwei, who had witnessed the whole process, was so frightened that he took half a step back and held onto the door frame before barely standing still.

"What's wrong, Miss Weiwei?" The assistant hurried to the door, looking at the scene in front of her at a loss.

Jiang Weiwei grabbed her hand and said in a deep voice, "Go and call Fan Yue, go!"

At this moment, it would definitely not work if the director was called over. Chen Liheng and Li Fangji had the same nostrils, and the only thing she could think of was Fan Yue.

It's just that there are quite a few people in the circle who have had quarrels and fights openly and secretly, but this is the first time she has seen someone who directly hit someone like today.

How angry do you have to be to be so ignorant...

Jiang Weiwei carefully looked at Lin Lie who was rubbing his wrist. It looked like a gentle and harmless face, but now it seemed to be shrouded in a cloud, as if it would appear on the face of the person in front of him at any time. Another punch.

"Lin Lie, calm down." She reminded in a low voice.

"Hey!" Li Fangji spat hard, he was already a grumpy man, and now he raised his fist and was about to hit me back, "You fucking dare to hit me? Are the newcomers so ignorant now! "

Fan Yue, who had just turned into the corridor after the play, vaguely heard something. He walked a few steps quickly and found two men standing at the door of Jiang Weiwei's dressing room.

Looking at that familiar figure, Fan Yue couldn't help but frowned when he remembered last night that someone said that he would come to Yu'an's place to shoot today.

"Lin Lie?"

The raised fist was suspended in the air.

Seeing Li Fangji froze, Jiang Weiwei hurriedly grabbed Lin Lie who was about to be beaten, and dragged him into his dressing room.In any case, Li Fangji would definitely not hit a woman.

Thinking of this, she stretched her neck out to look at Fan Yue who was coming, "Fan Yue, you are here!"

"Hiss..." Li Fangji was very unhappy by her little actions, and he lost face after being beaten, so he directly cast his anger on Fan Yue who just arrived.

He raised his hand and grabbed Fan Yue's collar, furiously, "Okay, it's good for you to bear this fist for him!"

"What's the matter over there?" There were footsteps not far away. It happened that everyone had finished their work at this time, and the supporting actors and extras also came here one after another.

Li Fangji was most ashamed to face this kind of situation. At this moment, the corner of his mouth was bruised, making people see that he didn't know how he would be laughed at.

In desperation, he could only cover his injured left cheek with his fist, "Lin Lie, right? I remember."

Before Fan Yue understood what was going on, he saw Li Fangji covering his face and returning to his dressing room. He felt a faint bad feeling in his heart, and he was speechless looking at the person in front of him.

"Come in and talk." Jiang Weiwei sighed and made room for Fan Yue to enter the room.

……

"Lin Lie, how old are you, how can you move—" Fan Yue gritted his teeth bitterly, looking at Lin Lie who had been drooping his head and not speaking, but couldn't help himself.

"Forget it, I'll explain this to you. At worst, let him call back and hit me." He was about to get up and go out, but someone grabbed his wrist.

"I hit him on purpose, it has nothing to do with you, you don't have to bear it." Lin Lie said in a deep voice, pulling him back and sitting on the sofa.

"I heard he deleted your scene." Lin Lie raised his eyes to meet his.

Fan Yue couldn't help but frowned, "Did Xia Yu tell you?"

Lin Lie was noncommittal about this, "So you plan to do nothing, right? Just be bullied like this all the time and let others slaughter you?"

"..." Fan Yue was not in a hurry to speak, he took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, trying to keep himself as calm as possible, "I didn't say anything or do nothing."

"But you just didn't do anything now, did you?" Lin Lie looked at him, and at some point a faint red glow appeared in his eyes, "Fan Yue, didn't you promise that I would never do anything when I came back this time?" Do you hold your breath any longer?"

Fan Yue: "..."

The room fell into silence, and the atmosphere froze there, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Afraid that the two of them would not calm down and do something, Jiang Weiwei stayed out of the dressing room, but in order not to disturb the two of them, she could only sit as far away as possible.

But after all, the dressing room is only that big, and she could still hear what they said clearly, and now she couldn't help but sigh silently in her heart, somewhat hating iron for being weak.

"Lin Lie, this is my business. I have my own sense of proportion. You shouldn't intervene." In the end, Fan Yue just said a few words and stood up, "I will apologize to Li Fangji about this matter, you should hurry up Leave the crew. With your manager, I will let He Qiaoqiao give you a breather in advance."

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Lin Lie's wrist and pulled him out of the dressing room. Before leaving, he did not forget to smile apologetically at Jiang Weiwei who was sitting in the corner.

"Which hotel are you staying in? I'll have someone take you back." Fan Yue dragged him to the exit of the corridor.

There were hurried footsteps coming, Fan Yue glanced at Xia Yu, and directly waved at him, "Xiao Yu, this way."

"Brother Fan!" The young master stopped in front of the two of them panting. explain--"

"Send Lin Lie back to his hotel for me, and I'll go with Cheng Lu in a while." Fan Yue didn't intend to tell him what happened just now, but said so directly.

Xia Yu hadn't even breathed yet, and was somewhat confused at the moment, "Huh? Brother Fan, I..."

"Go." He didn't know whether he was talking to Xia Yu or Lin Lie, but his eyes circled around the two of them, and finally turned and left silently.

Seeing Fan Yue's back disappear into the corner of the corridor, Xia Yu heard the person beside him exhale heavily.

He raised his eyes to look at Lin Lie, and found that the man's face was unusually ugly, "Brother Lin Lie, is there something wrong with you? Why don't we go to the hospital first."

Lin Lie ignored him, and just twitched the corner of his mouth at Xia Yu who was full of worry, "Xiao Yu, it feels so good to hit someone."

The young master hadn't recovered from it when he saw Lin Lie turned around and left the corridor, he hurriedly chased after him, "Brother Lin Lie, what did you just say?"

"It's okay. I'm hungry, do you want to eat?"

"Okay, I happen to know that there is a very delicious Korean restaurant nearby!"

……

After handing Lin Lie to Xia Yu, Fan Yue went back to his dressing room.

Due to the limited conditions of the filming location set by the crew, a large number of his scenes were deleted, and now he can only be squeezed into the same dressing room with He Cheng.

At this moment, He Cheng had just finished taking off his makeup and was about to leave. Seeing him entering the room with a dead face, he couldn't help but frown, "What's wrong with you?"

After getting along with the filming during this period, He Cheng found that although Fan Yue occupied his original role, his strength is still obvious to all, not to mention that a large number of scenes have been deleted recently, and his mood suddenly changed from jealousy to sympathy. Even the attitude towards people is better than 01:30.

"It's okay." Fan Yue shook his head, took the mobile phone on the table and went out again.

He Cheng looked at his back and couldn't help sighing, "Oh, handsome is really handsome, and miserable is really miserable."

He didn't notice that Fan Yue's footsteps paused when he just walked to the door, nor did he see the man's gradually tightening fist.

The phone suddenly vibrated, forcing Fan Yue's thoughts back.

He lowered his head to look at the number displayed on the screen, and his heart sank suddenly.

To pick up or not to pick up, he has to make such a choice every time.

"Hello." In the end, he made a compromise with fate and connected the phone.

It took two seconds for an old and hoarse voice to come from the receiver, cursing and accusing him of his "crime", "It was agreed to send money regularly, where the hell have you gone? I'm a shit Urine raised you, and that's how you repay? Fuck, raising a fucking dog is better than you!"

The swearing on the other end of the phone became more and more intense, without giving anyone a chance to breathe, and my head was about to explode.

"Then go get a dog." Fan Yue said in a cold voice, and hung up the phone directly.

The string that had been tense in his heart for a long time finally broke without disappointment.

He's had enough, he's really had enough of this life!

The phone vibrated again, Fan Yue turned it off without looking at it, turned around and walked out quickly.

He has always felt that he has experienced the most difficult thing in the world, and he can bear the pressure no matter how great it is, but now it seems that he is still too naive.

No one can really own a suit of armor, and no one knows what kind of heart is hollowed out and gradually rotting under the smiling, near-perfect appearance.

He thought that this comeback was the beginning of his self-salvation, but he didn't expect that he would not be able to escape the fate that had been bound to his bones since birth.

One cannot but accept one's fate.

Fan Yue's footsteps were getting faster and faster, he didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to escape from this place quickly, to a place where no one was there...

"Fan Yue? Fan Yue!" Jiang Weiwei was about to go back to the hotel when he came out without a mask on, chased after a few steps and shouted a few times, but there was no response.

It was inconvenient for her to catch up with her in high heels, so she could only stand there wondering, and finally called He Qiaoqiao.

There was a dead silence in the president's office, only the occasional sound of pages turning could be heard, stiff and a little restless.

Xia Jincheng was sitting at the desk, staring at the document on the desk, frowning.

"Dong dong dong." The door was knocked a little hastily, and he raised his eyes displeased.

"Enter."

Fu Zhihua walked into the office quickly, with an uneasy expression on his face, "Mr. Xia, just now—"

"Are you tired recently?" Xia Jincheng said such a sentence for no reason, lowered his eyes and continued to look at the contract that made him feel dizzy.

Assistant Fu was a little confused, "What did you say?"

"If you're tired, take a few days off. It's better than the low-efficiency work now." He pointed to the wrong data on the contract, his face became more gloomy, "wasting time."

If it was normal, Fu Zhihua would definitely take the contract back for revision, but right now he has more important things to say.

"Mr. Xia, I will deal with this matter later. He Qiaoqiao called just now."

Hearing He Qiaoqiao's name, Xia Jincheng finally showed some concern. He raised his eyes, waiting for Fu Zhihua's next words.

"Fan Yue is gone."

"What?" Xia Jincheng paused as he tapped on the table, and pressed his broad palm on it, "What do you mean it's missing?"

Fu Zhihua knew that his boss was most nervous about the only artist under his command, so he hurriedly relayed what He Qiaoqiao said on the phone just now.

He could clearly see that Xia Jincheng's hand gradually clenched into a fist, and even his knuckles turned white.

"President Xia, that's probably how things are."

"Delete the show, insult, and want to hit someone?" Xia Jincheng's voice was unbearably cold, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Very good."

As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the suit jacket on the hanger and walked out of the office quickly, "Book a ticket, the nearest flight is Yu'an."