Smashed the TV and turned on the gas [ABO]

Fan Sibai is the number one in the whole TV series. As a popular little fresh meat, even if he was self-recommended to join the team, he managed to consume most of the crew's expenses.

Ye Zixing always felt that Fan Sibai had killed him because he could only eat green vegetables every day, so he was very dissatisfied.

The scene in the afternoon was said to be a rivalry scene, so the main focus was naturally on Fan Sibai.

So Ye Zixing was still messily changing clothes and makeup, while Fan Sibai was already hanging on to Wia and the martial arts instructor.

He is wearing a fluttering white long gown, covered with layers of elegant gauze fabrics. I don't know how much more careful the shape is than Ye Zixing. The hem is lifted and fluttered by the wind, and only occasionally reveals a delicate side. Actions are beautiful.

Ye Zixing was a little annoyed when he saw it. The stylist who was doing his makeup changed his brushes and turned around. Seeing him, he sighed: "Fan Sibai is too beautiful."

Ye Zixing stared: "Really? That's it."

The stylist paused as he leaned over.

The make-up artists of the production crew are all from the same studio, but the outdoor working conditions are difficult. Most of them are not followed by a group of people from the beginning to the end, but come in groups in turn.

The stylist just arrived today, and also heard some rumors about Ye Zixing from the Internet and others, regretting his gaffe just now, shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Ye Zixing held back for a while, seeing Fan Sibai still swinging there, couldn't help but said: "You know what? Fan Sibai is actually shameless."

The makeup artist subconsciously glanced at Ye Xing, controlled herself, turned around and changed another brush, and began to shade Ye Xing.

"Really." The furry touch fell on his cheeks, and Ye Zixing couldn't help laughing, and said bad things about others with his innocent and cute face, "He knows that other people really love each other, but he still wants to step in and be a mistress."

The makeup artist thought to himself, you have said this stalk [-] times, even if it is true, you are tired of hearing it, not to mention that the majority of netizens said otherwise.But the makeup artist didn't show it on his face, he just smiled awkwardly, quickly melted the shadows, and started to highlight again.

Ye Zixing stayed in the crew for nearly two months, and it was rare to see people other than Cheng Qi smiling at him. He suddenly felt joyful, and raised his voice and said, "Do you think this kind of person is cheap? Back then I don’t cherish him when he’s good, but it’s okay to lose him—”

Ye Zixing couldn't finish speaking, and was interrupted by a scream that almost changed the tone.

The make-up artist also stopped moving and looked over. One second ago, he was thankful in his heart for the scream that interrupted Ye Xing's embarrassment. The next second, he couldn't help screaming.

Fan Sibai's action guidance was coming to an end, the director and the action director wanted to see the visual effect of this set of actions in the air, so they asked the staff to raise the wire to prepare for a trial shot.

Prepared by the machine, the young man in white fluttering in the air moves fluently, with a light temperament, and looks like a fairy against the backdrop of the mountains.

The director sat in front of the machine and applauded without hesitation, and the boy in the machine smiled sweetly at everyone.

At this time, Ye Zixing was saying to the makeup artist: "... I'm so sorry——"

Fan Sibai's face in the camera changed suddenly.

With a bang, Wia's string snapped without warning.

The white clothes are still flying in the air, but there is no beauty at all.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then screams rang out one after another.

"—Come back and find Mr. Fu." Ye Zixing finished speaking blankly, no one was listening, even the makeup artist threw a brush and ran over.

Cheng Qi blushed as he ran away. Although he didn't believe it from the bottom of his heart, he asked Ye Zixing in a low voice: "Did you do it?"

"I didn't." Ye Zixing was also a little flustered.

Cheng Qi patted him on the shoulder: "If it's not you, don't panic. Mr. Fu already knows and will come over as soon as possible."

"Why did you come here!" Ye Zixing was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, "You called?! Is that j—"

Cheng Qi covered his mouth: "Hey, my little ancestor, it wasn't me, that coward from the director who beat him! Fu is always the investor, you forgot!"

Ye Zixing stared at him with an expression of disbelief.

"I swear it's fine," Cheng Qi stretched out his finger, "Boss Fu never told me a word about Fan Sibai, and you don't want to talk about it now, or else everything you did would be yours!"

Fan Si Bai was sent to the hospital in the city at three o'clock in the afternoon, and at a quarter past five, Fu Qianzhong hurried to the waiting room.

There were already a bunch of people standing inside, the director, screenwriter, producer, Fan Sibai's own assistant financial friend, and everyone who had a slightly more important role in the crew.

Ye Zixing didn't know whether others had a good relationship with Fan Sibai or had some intentions, anyway, Ye Zixing came to see Fu Qianzhong.

Fu Qianzhong also saw him at a glance, Ye Zixing couldn't help curling the corner of his mouth towards him, halfway up, was suppressed by his cold aura, and snorted fiercely.

Of course, Fu Qianzhong didn't come alone, he was followed by several dignified elites, who started to perform their duties from the moment they entered the door.

With the level of investment in this web drama, it should have been far below the level that Fu Qianzhong would personally do.

The director was also completely flustered because of the sudden incident, so he subconsciously wanted to find a backer. He didn't expect to call someone here, so he was stunned at this moment, and then he cried and greeted him in a groveling panic.

But the expression on Fu Qianzhong's face was only indifferent, his eyes glanced at the faces of the actors, and asked him: "Has anyone tampered with?"

The director almost cried: "It's hard for us to say now, Wia has given the police—"

Fu Qianzhong immediately interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Forget it, I've already called the police, so let's hand it over to the police."

The director sensed the slight displeasure in Fu Qianzhong's tone, looked up at him with some trepidation, and explained: "We don't want to report to the police, but you also know that there are so many people at the scene..."

The director didn't say everything, Fu Qianzhong hummed: "We should have called the police."

His eyes suddenly fixed on Ye Zixing: "Otherwise, it's not good if anyone is wronged."

Ye Zixing also looked at him, his makeup was only half put on, a group of people squeezed in the car, and a lot of it faded away, only one mouth was still bright red, opening and closing, silently saying four numbers.

Fu Qianzhong could smell the faint scent of Ye Zixing's body after traveling such a long distance, which was very inconsistent with his personality, it was a very light jasmine scent.

Fu Qianzhong's throat rolled, he gave him a warning look, and then began to communicate with the director about other things.