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Mo Zhiyang apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was delayed because of something. I'm sorry."
In fact, he didn't come late, he even came early, because in the morning they had to make up for the scenes of the male and female protagonists, and it was their turn in the afternoon. This guy came here to scold him on purpose.
After all, it is normal for a crew that relies on connections to be hated by others, and Mo Zhiyang can tolerate it.
Rong Yichen, who was in the car, heard the words clearly and didn't say anything. He opened the door and got out of the car.
"Look at what time it is." The stage manager put the watch in front of his eyes, "Why the hell do you think you are a big name? You don't even know what you are."
"What do you mean?"
Rong Yichen got off the other end of the car, walked up behind Yang Yang naturally, and grabbed his waist with his left hand, "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Rong...Rong!" The show manager trembled in fright. Who the hell said that he had fallen out of favor? Why is he here with Mr. Rong now?
His feet were so weak that he almost fell to his knees.
"It's nothing, I got scolded for being late." Mo Zhiyang didn't take it seriously, scratching his head as if he was used to it, as if he was sorry for being late.
Rong Yichen said nothing, glanced at the stage manager, and walked into the studio with his arms in his arms, "Do they often scold you?" His voice contained emotion.
"It's normal to be scolded if you do something wrong." Acting carelessly, Mo Zhiyang walked in with him.
Walking in, Mo Zhiyang quickly left his arms and bowed, "Mr. Rong, I'm going to put on makeup first. You can go back first and I'll go back in the evening?"
Seeing him running away like a rabbit, Rong Yichen didn't leave immediately. The injuries on his body seemed to have only occurred in the past few days. Aren't these from the days neglected him?
People in the entertainment industry are accustomed to choosing what to eat. Someone must have deliberately made things difficult, but he was just stupid and didn't realize it.
Mo Zhiyang hid in the dressing room. He had to cover the dark circles under his eyes first, and touched up his makeup in front of the mirror. "When we go out later, something will change, right?"
"Why don't you go see him and let him help you vent your anger?" The system didn't understand.
"Silly, if I go out, how will I face all this? I'm a canary who doesn't know anything." After Mo Zhiyang finished speaking, he propped up the table and began to think. "Persuading may make the boss angry, but not persuading is not in line with the character. There are some things that it would be more convenient not to know."
Rong Yichen is tall, roughly 1.9 meters tall. He wears a tailor-made suit and has a tall and straight figure. He has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, but there is a certain violence between his eyebrows, which makes people dare not approach him easily.
He glanced at the studio and saw that there were quite a few people there.
"Mr. Rong!" The assistant director had good eyesight. The moment he saw him, he immediately came over, still holding the script in his hand, "Mr. Rong, why are you here?"
Good guy, what is he here for? Who else could make him come but Mo Zhiyang? But didn't Mo Zhiyang had a falling out with Mr. Rong?
Rong Yichen took the script in his hand and started to read it casually, "Is the filming finished?"
"It's finished, but there are still two shots left. Just wait for Mr. Mo to make up for it." Watching him turn over the script, the assistant director's heart trembled: It seems that there were notes added to the scene where Zheng Sisi slapped his face before?
Sure enough, when he flipped over to the end, a scrawled ballpoint pen font was suddenly embedded in the clean character spacing printed in Song font, and the origin of the slap mark on Yang Yang's face was clearly written on it.
Observing his unchanging expression, the assistant director's heart dropped to the bottom: Now, I am afraid that this person will be very angry. But what kind of method is this Mo Zhiyang using?
Is he favored again somehow?
"Is this scene finished?" Rong Yichen threw the script back, revealing that section.
The assistant director nodded, "Shoot, it's finished." Now, something big was going to happen.
"Take another shot." Rong Yichen said, walking towards the direction of the camera, finding a chair and sitting down, "I don't think it's enough."
Mo Zhiyang packed up and made sure he didn't look haggard at all. He had to win the Best Actor Award and get a man, so he was very busy.
Pushing open the door of the dressing room, there was a crisp pop. Mo Zhiyang thought it was strange. He walked over to the area surrounded by cameras and took a look, "Good guy, two cucumbers have become a sperm."
The sound of snapping could be heard endlessly, and the two people were slapping each other.
"Come here." Rong Yichen sat on a stool outside, crossing his legs to watch the show.
Mo Zhiyang obediently walked around the camera and stood next to Mr. Rong. "Mr. Rong, what's going on?" he asked knowingly.
"If the mood is not in place, just add a few more shots." After saying that, he took the person into his arms and sat down. Rong Yichen lifted his chin and asked him to look at the two people, "Study more, okay?
These words are all too familiar.
Mo Zhiyang loved the way he looked and wanted to seek justice for himself. He sat on his lap and nodded seriously, "I will definitely study hard."
To say that Liu Ming and Zheng Sisi slapped each other, it was really embarrassing. Both sides of their faces were swollen like steamed buns, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, but they still slapped each other again and again.
Offending Mr. Rong will not end well.
Zheng Sisi knows something fishy. There used to be a famous male star who thought highly of himself and stepped on Mr. Rong's shoes. He did not apologize and even claimed that he was helping him make money.
She doesn't know where he is, but she has never seen him again. Even the information on the Internet has been deleted. It seems that this person has disappeared.
Offending him is not just a problem for Xue Zang.
Seeing that the two people were fighting with spit flying around and the corners of their mouths covered with blood, it was really unsightly. Mo Zhiyang lowered his head and did not dare to look any further.
"Afraid?" Sensing his emotions, Rong Yichen didn't force him, but pressed him into his arms. He was really too delicate, and he couldn't stand this scene.
Mo Zhiyang rested his head on his shoulder and responded in a low voice, "Yeah." Not only was he not afraid, he was also a little happy.
Concerned that the canary in his arms was too delicate, Rong Yichen did not let them continue. He waved his hand to the director to take them down, and it was Mo Zhiyang's turn to go up and fill in a few shots.
This time, Rong Yichen didn't actually walk away. Instead, he sat quietly on the chair and looked at him. Many things flashed through his mind: Rebirth, does such a thing really exist?
When he heard it suddenly, he still had doubts, but remembering that he was very drunk at that time, he didn't look like he could lie. Is the rebirth true?
The boss was sitting there, and everyone was trembling as they stood there. How dare they say anything. After hurriedly shooting a few more shots, they confirmed that there was no problem and quickly let him go.
Take the boss away by the way.
"Mr. Rong, what are you thinking about?" Mo Zhiyang walked over and saw that he was still sitting there, leaning forward and approaching him, "Mr. Rong, what's wrong with you?"
Rong Yichen came back to his senses, saw his little face so close, reached out and pressed the back of his neck, forcing him to lower his head, and then raised his head to kiss him.
"Hmm~"
There were too many people here, and Mo Zhiyang's skin was not that thick. After kissing for a while, he pressed his shoulders and struggled to separate, "Mr. Rong, I've finished the photo."
He glared at him angrily and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, which only made his lips redder.
Flirting without knowing it? No, Mo Zhiyang knew.
"Go back." Rong Yichen stood up, took his hand and left.
As soon as the people left, all the tight strings of the crew relaxed, and several timid girls sat down directly on the spot, unable to get up.
"From now on, don't easily offend anyone who can climb into his bed." The assistant director looked at Liu Ming, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and handed over a cold towel."He can climb into Mr. Rong's bed and still be safe. Do you think he is easy to bully?"
Liu Ming took the towel and covered his face, "I thought Mr. Rong would get tired of playing with him, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
"You young people just can't see through it." The assistant director snorted, "If you can climb into Mr. Rong's bed, are you still a simple person? You want to step on everything you look at. That's being an idiot. The most important thing is to protect yourself. This time Mr. Rong vents his anger for him, and nothing will happen in the future. At least he won't be like the last person who died without knowing where he is."
When he said go back, he meant back to the company.
Mo Zhiyang thought he was going home, but it didn't matter. His lips were red from being bullied in the car. When he got out of the car, he couldn't help but cover his mouth for fear of being seen.
Noticing his little move, Rong Yichen glanced at him and walked into the company with long legs.
Seeing that he didn't wait for his plan, Mo Zhiyang had no choice but to walk a little faster to keep up with him. Going out with his boss was really stressful, and you had to endure the baptism of the employees' eyes.
Mo Zhiyang clung to his side. There were so many people on the first floor of the hall. People coming and going were looking at the two of them. Some people were not blatantly looking at them, but they were also taking peeks.
The special elevator arrived, and Mo Zhiyang followed him in. Xiao Xu pressed the 71st floor button and got out of the elevator. The glass elevator was transparent and you could see each other from the inside out. He went up one floor at a time. He can still see the surprised eyes of those people.
Mo Zhiyang cursed in his heart: What are you looking at, taking down your boss, aren't you happy?
The phone rang again, he took it out and pressed vibrate subconsciously. When he saw it was Guo Zi, he remembered that he had forgotten to tell him that he was safe. So, he quickly hung up the phone and sent him a message.
Mo: I'm safe, don't worry.
His hand shook as he clicked send. Just as Mo Zhiyang was about to say something, another message came from the other side: Where are you now and what are you doing?
Mo: I am with Mr. Rong and my butt is being touched.
After typing these few lines tremblingly, his legs became weak. Mo Zhiyang quietly moved to the side, trying to escape from his clutches. Unfortunately, his hands were long and the elevator was not wide enough.
Even if he retreated to a corner, he couldn't avoid his hands, "Mr. Rong, there is someone outside the elevator."
"Yeah." Rong Yichen just responded, saying that he understood, but he still did what he should do, and even got worse, sticking his hand inside.
The phone kept vibrating. He had his left hands on the elevator wall. He saw a series of messages bombarded by Guo Zi:
Damn it.
I want to see.
Hurry up and show it to me.
Another crazy person, Mo Zhiyang turned off his phone, ignored the message, and stood up straight while holding on to the wall, "Mr. Rong, you, uh~"