C5

Compared to the robotic voice in his mind, this man's voice was even more cold and heartless. His condescending gaze made it seem like he was looking at something dirty.

The back of Xu Wen's head hurt. He saw stars in his eyes. He bared his teeth and wanted to say something, but the man had already left with his suit, leaving her with an even more ruthless look on the back of her head.

What did I do?

Why do you still want this tool when you dislike it so much?

The tears that flowed out from the corner of his eyes were the same temperature as the two tears that he had squeezed out earlier.

Xu Wen looked at the maid who was standing beside him in confusion.

The maid was used to being called around, so when she saw Ye Ci looking at her, she quickly went over to help her up.

Xu Wen stood up and straightened his clothes. He rubbed the back of his head. It really hurt. It seemed like it was swollen.

She did not know if that bastard surnamed Liang would have deep feelings for Shen Duo in the future. She only knew that the Crown Prince of the Imperial Conglomerate was truly heartless towards her.

The rumbling sound from her stomach reminded Xu Wen that she hadn't eaten breakfast. Her eyes fell on the table and realized that the food had been cleaned up by the maid at some point, not even a grain of rice was left.

She looked at the maid. "Your execution ability shouldn't be that strong, right?"

"Miss Xu, you can't blame me for that. A few days ago, A-Li secretly touched something for you to eat, so she was fired?" "You don't know, but I still have a sick mother at home. My brother and sister at school have to be raised …"

The little maid's words were even more pitiful than she had been.

Xu Wen waved his hand and said that he didn't want to make things difficult for a girl.

Just as he was about to ask A-Li what was going on, a light music sounded in the living room.

Xu Wen looked at the maid: "Your cell phone, Miss Xu."

The maid walked over to the tea table and gave the phone to Xu Wen, then turned around to wipe away her tears of anger. It was just a toy on Liang Shaoyang's bed, he was really acting more and more arrogantly now.

Xu Yi didn't know what she was thinking about, but he was still confused as he looked at the caller ID. He remembered that his real body's manager was called Mo Jun-mei, and the higher ranked ones called him Big Mo, and the younger ones called him Brother Mo.

He had been in the industry for more than ten years, and his performance had been average until he had a second-string celebrity like Xu Yi. He had finally established himself in the industry and signed a girl who had a big background.

Become a gold medallion broker in one leap.

That girl was the female lead, Shen Yiyi.

Of course, the fact that Shen Yiqian had leapt from a student of ungraduated film and television academies to a first-class actress was a huge surprise for Liang Zhaoshan.

The story of the two of them was that there was sugar in them — ah, pah! No, there was sugar in the glass.

Xu thought too much and by the time he remembered to answer the phone, the ringing had stopped.

Soon, the phone rang again. This time, Xu Wen didn't hesitate and picked up the phone. Luckily, it was unlocked by his fingerprint.

"Xu Yi, what time is it? Don't tell me you haven't woken up yet. I saw young master Liang drive away in his car. Why haven't you come out and forgotten how you got a leave of absence from the crew yesterday?"

Xu's high-decibel voice gave him a new understanding of the idiom "deafening".

Xu Yi was born with a soft spot, but he had no choice when facing Liang Zhaoshan. Even though life and death were at stake, it didn't mean that he had to pretend to be a grandson in front of others. He immediately said coldly: "I understand."

He hung up the phone and interrupted the man's words.

Five minutes later, the hungry Xu Wen, who was completely unfamiliar with the world, saw Mo Junxiang, who was not very handsome, at the door of the villa.

Don't think that you're really popular after a few portraits," he scolded him in front of a group of bodyguards. "Let me tell you, when you were acting as a grandchild to the director, you were still at the back of the line." The other party was still resentful after the hanging up, and he scolded him in front of a group of bodyguards, "Don't think that you're really popular after a few portraits.

Due to his limited physique and his obsession with lifting iron, Mo Junxiang had never been able to develop the biceps that he wanted. He was mean and mean, but he was still upright and rarely asked his artists to go out to drink with him or to eat with him. It was probably because of this reason that he had never had anyone who was popular enough under him.

However, Xu Yi was a person that he disliked. He used to call him Brother Mo, and ever since he had taken Prince Liang's golden thigh, he had regarded himself as the Crown Prince's consort and had become more and more difficult to deal with. That "Brother" had stopped calling him Big Mo long ago, and he had been calling him Big Mo along with everyone else, and the way they talked was very rude.

He was especially against her changing assistants, so he was even more rude to Xu Yi.

Of course, Xu Wen was also never polite to him. Their cooperation had always been unpleasant. After meeting each other, they would always talk a few words to each other. However, what was strange was that after scolding today, the other side actually did not retort. Did he change his personality? Or could it be that she had been made speechless by him?

Mo Junmei subconsciously glanced at him, and the other party raised his head, speaking with contempt.

"Compared to my third-rate acting, you should worry more about your position as a third-rate manager. Even if I don't act, I'm still the most popular artist in your hands."

Mo Junmei cursed herself silently, "He has no memory."

How could he forget that Jiang Shanyi could not change his personality? The woman behind him had always been arrogant, so how could she not respond when she was scolded by him?

If there was anything good about the teleportation this time, it was that the previous thread of thread 18 was now receiving the treatment of a famous celebrity.

Sitting in the luxurious and comfortable nanny car, looking at the six bodyguards in black surrounding him, Xu Yi still hadn't fully adapted yet. Even though the manager was confused when he saw her, when he heard that she hadn't even had breakfast, he immediately ordered someone to buy it.

Xu Yi closed his eyes and thought about Mo Junxiong's words.

From the bottom of her heart, she agreed with everything that the other party had said. It was easy to become famous, but even more difficult to climb to the next level.

Xu Yi was a second-string actress born into an idol show. With her beauty added to her fortune, coupled with the fact that the company was operating well, she was able to get her current position.

But fame was at its peak. His acting skills were so weak that he could not control himself. That was why he ended up in such a miserable state later on. Of course, all of this happened without Liang Zhaoshan pushing him on from behind.

However, if he had a solid position and status, even if Liang Zishan were to fall out in the future, it couldn't be that he had the strength to counterattack. He could at least protect himself, right?

Transmigrating to being a cannon fodder girl cannot change the fact. The only thing she can do is to make a clear goal and protect herself, so that she won't end up in such a miserable state.

If one was a bit more optimistic, they would realize that this wasn't all a bad thing. For her, this B-list celebrity was not as hopeless as she was before.

However, he did not know where the original owner had gone after she had teleported into this world.

After tapping the system for a while, he was met with silence.

Xu Wen rolled his eyes inside.

Mo Junxiang, who was sitting in the front row, handed the script over, "Even if it can be matched later, you still have to memorize your lines. Don't even look at the script, the person you're perfunctory with isn't me, nor is it the audience.