Chapter 1299： Son is missing

Lu Xun chatted with Yan Zhixu and Fu Shimo for a long time before leaving the room. When they left, they were lethargic, feeling that the days ahead would be shrouded in dark clouds, and they couldn't see any hope.

"Hey……"

Lu Xun shook his head and sighed.

He let out a suffocating breath, and walked three steps to the elevator back to his room.

Next, you have to prepare a plan well, so as not to accidentally expose the incident to reporters one day, you will be caught off guard.

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the next day.

Fu Shimo received a urging call from Sheng Jinyun, saying that the hospital was busy and he had to leave Yuncheng and take an early flight back to Haishi.

When everyone came to the studio, Yan Zhixu put on makeup in a separate dressing room, straightened her hair, and put on a white dress.

After getting everything done, I walked out of the dressing room and came to the studio to see other actors who were also wearing makeup and changing clothes.

Zhuang Xiangqian was wearing a well-tailored suit, flipping the script in his hand, watching the plot carefully and memorizing the lines.

Zhuang Xiangqian put down the script in his hand, stood up humbly and stretched out his hand, "Hello, I'm Pei Muchuan."

Yan Zhixu met the man's gaze, "Hello, I'm Ni Yan."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold him, and the two of them could feel the temperature of each other's skin when their hands touched each other.

The handshake didn't last long, and soon the two separated.

They sat down together and chatted for a while, and Jiang Lian also came over surrounded by the staff.

"..."

Seeing the bustling crowd at the scene, Jiang Lian's eyes showed some nostalgia.

filming...

After a lapse of five years, a full five years, I finally returned to the studio to change into costumes and film again.

Jiang Lian suppressed the excitement surging in his heart, took a deep breath and paced to the position of Yan Zhixu and the others.

Several people sat together and waited for Director Tan to call someone to film.

Suddenly, Jiang Lian's newly recruited assistant ran over with a mobile phone in his hand, "**, your phone."

Jiang Lian took the phone after thanking him, glanced at the incoming call notes and swiped the screen to answer, "Hello, hello."

The people on the other end of the phone were extremely flustered, and their voices were trembling and stuttering.

"Mother Jiang Yao, come to the kindergarten soon. Jiang Yao is gone... I... we don't know how... what happened."

Jiang Lian's grip on the phone suddenly tightened, panic and stern rebuke appeared on his face.

"Gone? How could it be gone?"

Before I came to the crew to shoot, I specially hired a nanny to take my son to school every day. Today, the nanny also reported that the child was sent to kindergarten as usual, but now the teacher told me that the child was gone? !

There was fog in Jiang Lian's eyes, "Did you call the police? I'll go over right away, you can adjust the monitoring, what about the monitoring?"

She roared a little emotionally.

After shouting and hanging up the phone, he walked to the director and bowed full of apology, "Director Tan, I'm really sorry, I have an urgent matter here and I need to take time off. You can rest assured that I will make up for the scenes I left behind."

Jiang Lian's eyes were firm, and she was about to leave.

"..."

People on the set saw Jiang Lian's panicked expression and the fog in her eyes, and they knew that something must have happened to her.

Director Tan waved his hand, "Go ahead, if you encounter something that you can't handle, just tell everyone. After all, there are more people and more power."

The leave was successful, Jiang Lian thanked him again and again, and the tears in his eyes could not be controlled.

Seeing this, Yan Zhixu frowned, "Director, I also ask for a day off."

Jiang Lian's mood is unstable now, and if he leaves alone, he will be in a trance and prone to accidents.

The main thing is...

Yan Zhixu's eyes fell on Jiang Lian, and his fate has evolved into a phenomenon of nine deaths and one life. Today's catastrophe is not suitable for going out.

Otherwise, there will be bloodshed.