Quick Transmigation: Good Man Series 2 [201-400]

The Devil of the Entertainment Circle (6.1)

Lin Shiheng's shameless degree obviously greatly exceeded Zhao Xingguang's cognitive range. The car drove to the hospital, and before opening the door, this guy wanted to help and hide him, but also had the nerve to educate him with a serious face.

"Elder brother, you can't be so uncooperative. I offended the media for you just now. Shouldn't you be grateful to me now?"

"Come on, look miserable. Show your acting skills. It's best to show the look that you're going to faint the next moment, so that we have a reason."

Zhao Xingguang doesn't have to pretend, he's going to faint soon!

Although he didn't want to cooperate, Lin Shiheng was right. He offended the media just now for Xiangyi's sake.

"Let's go."

Zhao Xingguang had just opened his mouth, Lin Shiheng pulled him again, "wait a minute." (Please support translators by reading at Translateindo.com)

The man in the car helplessly watched him pull out a small spray bottle from his pocket behind the seat and pointed it eagerly at Zhao Xingguang's forehead. "Brother, I'll make look like you have a cold sweat first."

They are all familiar with this thing. When acting, actors occasionally need to show thin and dense beads of sweat on their foreheads, but real sweat is not very nice to show. Even if some actors are willing to exercise in order to show sweat on their heads, they are different from normal people. Some people will sweat on their foreheads when they move, but what they produce is some big beads of sweat that is not esthetically pleasing at all and does not set off the plot at all.

Everyone knows the effect, but the question is why there is this thing in Lin Shiheng's car.

Isn't that what the crew uses?

Zhao Xingguang stared suspiciously at the handsome young man with the spray bottle in front of him, almost suspecting that he had planned it.

Before he asked, Lin Shiheng skillfully spurted 'beads of sweat' on his forehead. He looked almost done. As soon as he threw away the small spray, he pulled Zhao Xingguang directly and was about to get down from the car.

When the two were about to get out of the car, Yun Xiangyi on one side suddenly grabbed Lin Shiheng's arm, with a pair of slightly red eyes and worry.

"Will it affect you?"

Lin Shiheng turned and smiled at her. "Don't worry, the media can't play with me."

"When we get out of the car, you go home and have a good sleep. I'll take care of it."

As he said that, he naturally reached out his hand and comfortably patted Yun Xiangyi's head.

Zhao Xingguang's eyes widened as he covered his stomach with a feeble face. "Let go of me," he said.

Lin Shiheng let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, opened the door and helped Zhao Xingguang out of the car. As soon as the angry man saw outside, his face looked 'miserable' and was helped into the hospital.

"Brother, look more painful, it's best to show internal injuries."

Zhao Xingguang hung his head and replied in a low voice, "Don't think I don't hold a grudge just because you helped us this time. I remember all those things before."

"What are you saying? There was nothing wrong between us before."

Lin Shiheng's near-perfect handsome face is full of worry, but the words squeezed out between his teeth are full of showing-off. "Don't forget, you are my fan, and if you block my way, the company will come after you."