Chapter 81

Maybe all the crew members are night owls. After adding it, little fox sent him a private message. Ling Han opened it and found that it was a still photo of herself.

"I've posted it on my micro blog, so beautiful PR, don't accuse me of infringing the right of portrait, but I'll help you publicize it!"

Ling Han has a deeper smile.

Click on little fox's Micro blog and find his stills. The man in white stood on his side, looking up slightly, revealing the bright and beautiful lines from chin to neck.

Below there is a little fox's comment: the little fresh meat you want! Live mobile phone shooting, no PS, no Meitu!

Here's a comment on guessing the identity of the person in the photo.

Ling Han looks very funny and a little happy. It seems that she has gone back to the time when the scenery was limitless. Every time she took a photo, countless people cried and called for my husband to marry you. Think about the current half black and half red state, Ling Han is a little weak.

Recently, I have no news and no works. The audience is forgetting themselves. Ling Han thinks that he should try his best. He can't give up if the company doesn't give him resources, so he copies the picture and sends a microblog:

New play "no mystery", please support.

In a few minutes, the comments burst out. There are beautiful and handsome people who want to lick, black and smelly people who don't have a fake face

Ling Han calmly turns off her microblog.

There is only one person in the double room. After turning off the mobile phone, the room seems a little lonely.

Ling Han leaned back against the head of the bed and stared at the round ceiling lamp on the ceiling. She thought silently: why didn't Lu Siyuan contact me?

It's been three or four days since I came to Hengdian. Lu Siyuan didn't make a phone call or send a text message, as if he had completely broken up with himself.

Ling Han can't help but feel uneasy. He won't think of pushing him so that he bumps into the bathtub and starts packing.

Ling Han laughs in distress, then her smile fades away and her eyes drop slightly.

The mobile phone emits a drop, and Ling Han quickly opens it.

A strange number.

Ling Han just raised the corner of his mouth, the original expectation of the mood disappeared without a trace. He opened the text without expression, guessing that it should be a sales ad, but unexpectedly, the content of the text message was: good night.

Ling Han stares at the word "good night" for a long time. She has thought about the people she can think of again and again. She is always hesitating. You can send yourself a short message in the middle of the night

Are those who believe good night their own admirers?

Since the rebirth, Ling Han is still the first time to receive such a message, but his heart is not looking forward to, nor excited.

Ling Hanchang pressed and held the power off button, and the screen darkened completely, reflecting his slightly anxious eyebrows.

Ling Han suddenly realizes that he is looking forward to Lu Siyuan's call.

He quickly put his cell phone on the bedside table, turned off the light, slid into the quilt and stared at the dark ceiling.

It's not right

After going back this time, find a house and move out. Say, the company has assigned dormitory to actors, maybe you can apply for one?

Ling Han makes up her mind and asks Jiang Yi the next morning. Maybe he will know the process.

Turning over, Ling Han gradually falls asleep.

The next day, as usual, repeated and tedious shooting was carried out. Soon at 12 o'clock at noon, the boy who delivered the lunch box delivered the lunch. Director Li announced the end of the work. People who had been hungry for a long time were all eyes shining and swarming on.

Ling Han doesn't have an assistant, so naturally she wants to grab the lunch box. In fact, his situation surprised the crew. Ling Han has become a little popular recently because of the scandal, and she is also the star of the play

Male number three, how should not be a lonely one, not to say like Yixu with three assistants, at least there should be one, but he did not.

Just as Ling Han is about to walk past, a slender figure suddenly stops in front of him. Yixu in a grey purple robe blocks Ling Han's way forward. His lips were clenched and his eyes were cold and cold.

At this time, the vast majority of people gathered around the director of life to get lunch boxes, few people noticed here, and the noisy cheers covered up the tension between them.

"What's the matter?" Ling Han blinks. Recently, apart from filming, they can basically get as far away as possible. The well water doesn't break the river, and Yixu also stops finding fault. He thought that this man had learned to respect others, but he didn't expect to relapse.

"Did Zhu Beixian go to your room last night?" Yixu asked. Fortunately, at this moment, the sound around is very messy. Everyone is busy chatting and eating, and no one notices.Ling Han:

Does that sound wrong? Yixu is Zhu Beixian's lover. A lover comes to ask if his man has come to his room at night. Is it too reverie?

Ling Han's silence makes Yixu more angry. He approaches and says, "yes, or no?"

"Yes."

At that moment, Ling Han feels that the person in front of her is suddenly full of momentum, her face is distorted, and her eyes are almost bursting with flames. At the same time, his right hand slightly raised, carrying the power of fury, instantly approaching Ling Han's cheek!

Between the lightning and flint, Ling Han raised his hand and stuck his right hand, which was about to fall on his face. He sneered: "want to hit someone?"

"Bitch!" The person on the opposite side said angrily. Because the voice was too sharp, the two nearest people turned their heads and looked curiously.

Ling Han is very surprised. He did not expect that Yixu would go crazy, nor did he expect that he would react so much that he wanted to hit people in public.

"He only stayed in my room for three minutes and left." Ling Han said quickly.

Yixu suddenly threw away his hand, seemed to recover from his rage, raised his chin and said: "really?"

Ling Han guessed that he didn't see what happened last night. Maybe he heard something and asked himself today.

"Really." He said impatiently, "please get out of the way."

"What's he doing in your room?"

Ling Han pulled a sarcastic smile, hugged her chest and said, "what's the relationship between Mr. Yi and Zhu? Why do you ask me about president Zhu? "

Yixu was stunned and said domineering, "don't worry about me. If you ask me, you just need to answer!"“ Is Mr. Yi a policeman? Why cross examine me about personal matters?

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Yi Xu's eyes flashed a fierce color and said in a low voice: "don't toast, don't drink."

There was anxiety and uneasiness in those vicious eyes. This kind of emotion was familiar. It was the emotion he often saw when he looked in the mirror in his last life.

At that time, people often sent him photos to tell him where Zhu Beixian and Yixu had gone and what they had done.

Thinking of Yixu's envious eyes staring at Zhu Beixian when he was in contact with him, Ling Han is blessed with his heart. There is something wrong between Zhu Beixian and Yixu! That's why Yixu is so sensitive and angry about Zhu Beixian's entering his room at night.