I turn people upside down by acting

"Brand, can you do me a favor?" Cen Yuan got up and said.

Brand's eyes lit up, he hurriedly agreed, and asked him, "Cen, if you need help, I'd be more than happy."

Cen Yuan nodded with a smile, "It's true that only you can do this."

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they actually bit their ears directly in front of everyone, with an intimate demeanor, which made people's eyes shine, and they felt that they were a perfect match.

The cp fan raised the banner, eating dog food with great joy.

Seeing this, Wei Zhao felt depressed, his eyes scanned the pile of documents in front of him, he couldn't even hold the signature pen, and he burst into foul words in his heart, if he didn't go again, A Yuan might be tricked away by someone!

Do it when you think of it.

The assistant received a call from the president, "Now! Immediately! Immediately! Book me the earliest direct flight to Paris!"

The assistant dared not answer, but unfortunately, the latest shift was found on the Internet at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and now it is only one o'clock in the afternoon.

Old Gong over there is already in a hurry to catch the traitor, bah!It's a class visit, here Cen Yuan said the request without haste.

Brand's face turned pale, and he looked at him in disbelief, as if being poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water, and asked him in a trembling voice: "Cen, are you kidding me?"

Cen Yuan shook his head, another blow was undeniable, smashing the delusions in his heart to pieces.

"I really envy him." Brand said softly, his expression returning to the calmness just now.

Cen Yuan's eyes flashed, and he casually brought up another topic. This matter is over, it's over.

He led Brand to the finished lounge, and Brand was immediately fascinated by this decoration. Not only was he amazed, but even the audience who had seen it once couldn't help but be amazed again. different.

[Even if I read it again, I can't help kneeling! 】

[ozg!My mother asked me why I was kneeling and looking at the screen? ! 】

[Everyone, should I follow the procedure or just kneel? (3」∠)_]

【emmmm... Is this still the small broken house from the beginning?The show crew couldn't be deliberate, right? ! 】

Soon, this guy knew that he was giving the show crew a head, and the slap in the face came so violently that he was caught off guard.

The program group, which has always been Buddhist, responded very quickly this time. Together with Mingxing, they sued Heizi to court. The lawyer's letter is still posted on the Weibo homepage. ...

Almost immediately, the incident of Cen Yuan’s reversal appeared on Weibo’s trending searches. Passers-by and fans quarreled. Rotten, the worst of which is Lin Zi.

Entertainment Weekly inserted a piece of news in real time: A man surnamed Lin has been detained by the police for investigation on suspicion of illegal ostentation.

Lin Zi never imagined that this day would come, until he was brought into the police car, he was still lucky, the person behind him would definitely save him, but he would not know until he got to the police station, that what awaited him would only be extremely serious Prison disaster.

On the other hand, Sui Jiang, who was in a nest of snakes and rats, was still waiting for the good news from the mysterious person. He didn't even know that he was in a catastrophe.

The program team was the first to make trouble, throwing him out with a roll of bedding. How could Sui Jiang swallow this breath, tearing his face and making a scene, the assistant was hiding far away, and he didn't even notice arrive.

The most surprising thing is that the teammates who stayed with him never imagined that Sui Jiang, who is usually amiable and kind, is so temperamental. Now he is like the old saying: heart is higher than the sky, life is better than paper Thin.

"Why do you want me to leave?!" Sui Jiang struggled angrily, and even the burly staff were almost pushed away by him.

The director looked at him boredly, and a knowing assistant stood up and said to Sui Jiang, "Everyone is well together and separated, and you have nothing to lose."

"Why? What did I do and you want to treat me like this?" Sui Jiang was not reconciled, and suddenly remembered something, and he smiled angrily, "Okay! I see, it must be Cen Yuan, it must be you guys trying to please Cen Yuan, there must be a benefactor standing behind him, but if he has me, don’t you think he doesn’t have me? Aren’t you afraid of offending Mr. Zhou?!”

The scene became more and more chaotic, and even the teammates on one side frowned unconsciously. Mr. Zhou, as Sui Jiang said, was the financial master behind him and one of the investors of the program group. Otherwise, how could he be an unknown actor? Although everyone knows about getting a role in Strawberry Channel's new show, there are very few idiots like Sui Jiang who don't understand the rules and expose the money owner carelessly.

The way people around him looked at him changed.

Fortunately, the director team had already cut off the camera in his live broadcast room, otherwise there might be some big trouble.

Sui Jiang was still complacent, the words just now gave him great confidence, and he didn't panic at all.

At this moment, a person suddenly jumped out of the crowd, and when he saw Sui Jiang, he slapped Sui Jiang with a clear and crisp voice.

"what!"

Sui Jiang let out a cry of pain, and half of her face swelled up high, like an inflated balloon.

"you--!"

When he saw the man clearly, he was full of curses stuck in his throat, and he raised his hand timidly to cover his swollen cheek.

"What are you?" The manager rubbed his aching palm, "You have grown up, Sui Jiang!"

"not me--"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, Sui Jiang, from today onwards, you will be handed over to Brother Cheng."

Sui Jiang's complexion suddenly changed, and his face was pale. The manager said that Brother Cheng was the most useless dog in their company, and his subordinates were all a group of past artists, and Brother Cheng also liked pimping the most. He sold it all over the place, and when he knew about it, he even joked that those people were all male prostitutes.

Now the company handed him over to Brother Cheng, not to mention his stardom, even his future was in jeopardy.

Fear wrapped around his neck like waterweed, "No! Please spare me this time! I was wrong, I will never dare again!"

The manager raised his hand impatiently, and the two tall bodyguards immediately came up behind him, and they were about to leave, but Sui Jiang yelled loudly as if he had grasped the last straw: "Let me go! I will never forgive you!"

Perhaps it was because he yelled too confidently, but the two bodyguards stopped hesitantly, with a look of hesitation.The agent fell on his back in anger.

This trash, dare to mention Mr. Wang here. If it wasn't for him, Mr. Zhou would be able to temporarily withdraw the capital, which caused a lot of trouble for the company.Otherwise, this little bastard would have been given up by the company long ago, and it wouldn't be the case now that the higher-ups would never let him go if he was not allowed to make enough money by selling himself.

Thinking of this, he looked at him with pity, but was misunderstood by Sui Jiang, thinking that his words had an effect, and was about to publicize Mr. Zhou's "love" for him, but was slapped severely by his manager.

The corner of the mouth split open immediately, and blood flowed out.

The manager had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "He still has the face to mention Mr. Zhou."

He leaned over and didn't know what he said in Sui Jiang's ear, but Sui Jiang's body shook violently, and he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The bodyguard closest to him smelled a smell of urine, and subconsciously glanced at him. There was water stains on his chest, and no one splashed water on him. It is conceivable...

The bodyguard pointed at Sui Jiang's penis, "Brother Liu, he peed."

Brother Liu waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "What are you talking about, drag--take people down." As if he had taken care of everyone present, Brother Liu paused for a moment, and then looked at the director present, his expression suddenly changed It became softer, and the half hostility just now could not be seen.

"I'm sorry, our company's artist has caused you a lot of unnecessary trouble. I'll take him away right away, and the company has already sent the notice. Directors, you can continue."

A group of people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Director, this—"

The director waved his hand to stop the assistant's words, "Okay, now everyone has to go, and there are only a few days left before the end of the show, everyone must continue to work hard, come on!"

Everyone responded one after another, and the original red team members suddenly worried about their future. They looked through the cash box, and they were still far from the goal set by the director. Team that group of people.

Thinking of the blue team, the faces of the red team members suddenly eased up a lot, perhaps because of the comparison, and coupled with the delay in leaving, they saved a lot of money.

However, are the facts really what they thought?

No.

The poor red team doesn't know that Cen Yuan's current income has far exceeded theirs.

As soon as the rattan art bookstore opened, it was sought after by the romantic French. Coupled with Ms. Li's excellent craftsmanship, it attracted a large number of customers. The exquisitely handcrafted rattan dolls have greatly boosted the income of the store.

A street lamp was lit at the door of their small study, the sky gradually darkened, even the air began to become cold, and the warm yellow lamp quietly lit up.

At this time, there were not many passers-by on the road, and Cen Yuan was about to close up.

Suddenly, his hand felt cold.

There was a pool of small water stains in his hand, and the dangling white flocs fell one by one. Standing under the light, he could see clearly that it was snowing.

The small snowflakes fell bigger and bigger, and soon covered the ground with a shallow layer.

Even Cen Yuan himself did not expect that the first snow this year would be in Paris abroad.

He couldn't help showing a happy smile on his face.

"Dad, I want a doll from my pretty brother!"

The soft and waxy child's voice suddenly sounded on the empty street, and Cen Yuan couldn't help but listen to it. His subordinates couldn't help but pause when he closed the door, but he heard another voice, which clearly showed the master's helplessness.

"Pertin, it's getting late, they're closed."

"I don't believe it! I'm going to have a look, pretty brother, pretty brother—"

Followed by the sound came the sound of trampling footsteps, some light and some heavy, Cen Yuan didn't take it to heart, he stopped his movements, and was about to call others out to see the snow.

"Beautiful brother! Dad! He didn't close the door. I'll have a doll."

"Yes, yes." Dirk didn't expect that there were still people who didn't close the door at this time. You know how cold the winter night in Paris is, even his local people can't bear it. They are really hardworking Chinese.

"Are you calling me?"

Cen Yuan looked at the little girl who trotted over, with a surprised expression on his face, and the beautiful brother who had been listening to him for a long time turned out to be talking about himself, which made him a little unacceptable.

The big cameraman on the side finally couldn't hold on anymore, and laughed out loud, "Hahahahahahaha~"

The little girl kept running around him, her big blue eyes were as beautiful as the ocean, "Beautiful brother, I want a doll."

"Pertin."

Realizing that he was too impolite, Potin lowered his head shyly, touched his fingers quietly, and did not forget to add: "I will let Dad pay for it, please buy me one, okay?"

Because she was so eager, the little girl looked up at him, her eyes bulingbuling and shining like stars, and instantly emptied the blood tank of her beautiful brother.

Cen Yuan silently clutched his chest, good, good, if I give you the doll, I will take my life!

However, once he entered the room, he was embarrassed.

The place where the rattan weaving used to be in the room was empty, Cen Yuan was dumbfounded, he had been mixing essential oils in the room all day, and he didn't know what was going on outside, at this moment Miss Li passed by, and Cen Yuan's eyes lit up.

"Xiao Li!" He said, raised his foot and walked over.

Miss Li was wearing her new set of gorgeous tutu skirt, and she kept looking out. If it wasn't for Cen Yuan's big size, she might not have noticed it.

This is awkward.

Cen Yuan coughed twice, Miss Li looked at him suspiciously, and then he asked, "Miss Li, why are the rattan weaves I made missing?"

Miss Li looked at him with admiration, as if he was looking at a decided purse, "It's sold out."

Her whole heart flew away, and it seemed to be snowing outside.

The smile on Cen Yuan's face cracked, as if, unfortunately, regrettably, their rattan dolls are all sold out...

Worry, what should I do?

The little girl seemed to know that the doll she was longing for was gone, her mouth was deflated, her big moist eyes blinked like tears were about to fall, her heart was broken to pieces.

He suddenly remembered that he had bought some vines and grass last time, and there were still some materials left, which should be more than enough to make a doll.

He hurried into the house to get things.

The materials placed in front of Potin were all neat and uniform, and Cen Yuan asked the little girl patiently: "What doll do you like best?"

"Peppa." The little girl answered him confidently.

Humph~ A pig cry sounded in his head instantly, and Cen Yuan shook his head to shake out the magical voice of Piggy Page, and he had already picked up the material and started knitting skillfully.

Purtin felt as if he saw magic. "Dad, Daddy, that pile of grass has become a doll! Pretty brother can do magic!"

The little girl cried out with wide-eyed smiles, indescribably excited, like a happy little lark. As a father, Dirk also laughed, but his eyes were slightly moist and red.

After being excited for a while, Potin calmed down, sat quietly on the chair, completely different from the little girl just now.

She stuck her tongue out at her father in embarrassment, very strange.

Even Cen Yuan, who was concentrating on making a doll, was unconsciously distracted, his palm hurt, and bright red blood rushed out from the wound. He quickly picked up one side of the gauze and wrapped it up, and the blood soon stopped.

"Give you."

The thin little hands spread out, and there was a piece of candy on it, but Cen Yuan's pupils suddenly constricted, he was shocked, and suddenly raised his head to look at the little girl.

Looking at it from this angle, Potin under the light is more like a little angel in a fairy tale.

"Beautiful brother, eat candy, it won't hurt if it's sweet."

……

Dirk took his daughter's little hand, "Thank you, Purtin is very happy tonight." He said, with a broken light in his eyes.

Cen Yuan was a little speechless, looking at the unconscious Potin, his expression finally showed a hint of sadness, "Is that what I know?"

Dirk nodded, and rubbed Purtin's little head with his free hand, his face showed the tenderness unique to a father, "Thank you, I think Purtin will remember you, and I won't either. forget."

In the wind and snow, two people, one big and one small, quickly got into the car and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, another figure came out from the darkness. That person was holding a black umbrella covered with snow. The moment Cen Yuan saw the person coming, he couldn't help but take a big step forward.

Mr. Wei immediately dropped the umbrella in his hand, and his movements were crisp and quick, without any hesitation.

He is going to hug his little lover, what is an umbrella?He didn't know, hadn't seen it.

After a while, the two of them were covered with snowflakes.

Cen Yuan looked at the other person's face, and a line of lyrics popped up in his mind: Frost and snow blowing all over his head can be regarded as a white head.

He Fei on the side loosened and clenched his fists, really wanting to kick over this bowl of dog food, he's full, already full, okay?Do you still have a conscience, this is dog abuse!

Looking at Yiqi Juechen's car, He Fei and the camera brother who were left behind shook their heads at the same time, all thinking in their minds: cold dog food randomly slapped on their faces~

The author has something to say:

Sweet Dreams as Old-HITA&Lin Xieyang

Lyricist: Bingwa Music: Stephy Tang & Light Bulb

Just ask for seven points of talent

describe you flawlessly

Difficult to present beautiful words and phrases, broken and exquisite words

Unwilling to acquiesce, it's me who is exhausted

Chen Yan don't go, so what's the use of idlers to remind

The more clearly you remember, the harder it is to find a similarity

Scratch your head until your hair falls down to find a sentence

Checking old books has been included in the songs of the ancients

In the middle of the night deep snow sits facing each other with worldly fireworks

How many rounds can you read

How can you know that the blood in your heart is still hot if you don't hold out your lungs

Now that we meet, we might as well light up the lamp and illuminate the mountains and rivers with our hands

Some words are half-spoken and then silent

Listen to the bells of Han Temple to invite wild Buddhas

Never caring about passing away but afraid of being buried

Who pushes the spring grass to find the two ruts underneath

The music has long since left the mouth, the strings are still trembling

May we be lucky to be remembered

who can remember

la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

How thin is the line between love and possession

Is it smaller than the dark hook hidden in the eyebrow peak

A head full of frost and snow is considered white

When the past is in front of us, words are not enough

Now divided into two places, the word also feels like stealing

Why is it so full of leisure and sorrow that it is hard to find a romantic look

What kind of fame is left behind

If I can't keep up with you, I'll give you the wine

Can you give me a good dream after waking up?

If you don't go first, how will you know I'll follow you

World of mortals and white snow

Never caring about passing away but afraid of being buried

Who pushes the spring grass to find the two ruts underneath

The music has long since left the mouth, the strings are still trembling

May we be lucky to be remembered

who can remember

Personally, I like this song very much, it is beautiful, and the frost and snow are blowing all over my head, which can be regarded as a white song.Kind of sad.Of course the protagonist in my story will not be like this, Cen Yuan and Wei Zhao will always be together.