Host, You're Targeted

After the director and the heroine Lin Shan finish the play, they go to the action director to discuss Cheng Hui's play. When they get to the action director, they find that Cheng Hui is not here.

"And Cheng Hui?" The director sat down next to the action director. "Didn't the kid say he wanted to shoot? Where are the people? "

The action director is holding a huge thermos cup. The water vapor comes out from the mouth of the cup. The white gas pastes the glasses of the action director all over.

The action director took the glasses off the bridge of his nose, wiped the water vapor on the glasses with the cloth of the scarf, and put his eyes in his front pocket.

The director looked at him holding a thermos cup to drink tea, and he felt anxious to press his whole person into the tea cup.

"Don't drink tea!" The director was in a hurry. "Where's Cheng Hui?"

After drinking a sip of tea, the action director ate the wolfberry sticking to the edge of the cup, and then said, "Cheng Hui just came to discuss with me about the action. That's right."

The director blinked and waited for the action director's words, but after waiting for most of the day, the action director actually picked up the cup again.

"Tut!" If the director smacks his tongue discontentedly, he will knock on the action director.

The action director took the teacup and dodged. He hid in a small corner and drank several cups of tea. Then he sat back with the cup and closed the lid.

The director waited patiently for a moment, rolling his eyes and looking at him speechless.

"Don't worry." The action director put the cup down. "You young people are impatient."

A director who is only younger than an action director, and who has already entered middle age at the age of one or two years ago:.... "

"Cheng Hui originally wanted to discuss with me about playing drama, but I thought that his waist injury was not good, so I didn't promise him, but he has been playing coquettish with me all the time, saying that you can shoot, and you can do something smaller."

The action director said that he would go to get the thermos cup again, and was caught by the director's wrist to seek water.

As soon as he looked up, he looked at the director with a threatening look in his eyes. He had no choice but to withdraw his hand and continue: "I was just about to promise him that reporter Yan from Lvcheng TV station came out and dragged him away. The two of them went to the lounge, and now I don't know what they're talking about

The director subconsciously glanced at the closed door of the rest room not far away.

The action director took the opportunity to hold the mug in his arms and twisted the lid.

"But I think, go back to that injury, or don't shoot for him. If anything happens to him, it's not good for him. Although it's very common to say that he's injured in filming, he can't brag no matter what he's doing. He's what he should be like. It's better to shoot other scenes first. He must have cut Weiya to his waist, and it's not good if the injury gets worse. "

"Again..." The action director took a glance at the lounge which had been closed for almost ten minutes. "He is now in charge of the film. He has the final say."

The director didn't understand the words of the action director. He followed the action director's eyes and saw Xiao Lei coming out of the toilet yawning.

"Oh, yes." The director nodded. "Although haha left, Xiao Lei is still looking at him here."

The action director twisted the lid's hand. He thought that the director was deliberately playing dumb and pretending he didn't understand what he was saying.

But when he turned his head and looked at the director, he found that there was no abnormality in the director's face.

The director looked at him strangely and asked, "what do you think of me like this? Am I not right? "

The action director took a mug and sighed away.