Chapter 107： (2/2)

Wade chitted: ”It really doesn't work, I will divide my salary among you.”

”That's so embarrassing,” Fu Zhen moved closer to Wei Dechi and asked him in a low voice, ”How much can you give?”

”Get out of here, how much you have earned, and want to deduct money from me!”

Fu Zhen laughed and picked up the walkie-talkie: ”The actors are all in place, and all departments are ready to take a shot immediately.”

Zhou Wenhao seemed to have returned to his boyhood in an instant. At that time, his mother had not passed away. He painted exquisite makeup and wore various styles and colors of cheongsam every day. He always seemed to be covered by smoke and rain. Walking through the small town, he opened the door in front of him, and the dead mother really appeared in front of him, calling his name affectionately, but the luggage in his hand led him back home.

...

All the bed curtains in the room were drawn to death, without a trace of light coming in. Zhou Wenliang felt a pair of cold hands stroking his face. He opened his eyes and found his mother standing by his bed. And at this moment, he thought of the rustling sound under his bed, and vaguely he seemed to hear someone under the bed calling his name, it was his mother's voice, asking him to leave this place.

And is the person standing next to the bed really his mother?

...

It's time for Zeng Xingke to play in the next scene. Zeng Xingke brought several teachers to tell him dramas all day long. Although his performance today was not very good, he was at the passing line anyway.

”Don't you have a good brain? Why didn't you recite the lines before?” Fu Zhen asked him strangely.

Zeng Xing said rightly: ”That's how it came in other crews. Anyway, there will be dubbing in the later stage.”

”You have such a nice voice, don't you feel bad about dubbing?” Fu Zhen asked him.

When Zeng Xingke heard this, his face turned red. This is really a very strange thing, and Fu Zhen found that in the following shots, Zeng Xingke's lines became more and more powerful and emotional.

After taking a shot, Fu Zhen took it over and glanced at the script. When he looked up, he found Jiang Hengshu walking towards him.

Fu Zhen looked around, pointed to the chair beside him, let Jiang Hengshu sit down, and then asked him, ”Why are you here?”

”Get off work early today, come and see you.”

Fu Zhen glanced at the sky. Their crew had almost finished filming the scenes during the day. From now on, I am afraid they will work day and night upside down. ”I'm going to shoot some night scenes today. I'm afraid I won't go home later.”

”It's okay, I'll be with you.” Jiang Hengshu said with a smile.

”Right, where's Cocoa?”

Zeng Xingke wanted to come over to ask Fu Zhen's opinion on his acting skills after filming the scene just now, but when he came over, he heard Fu Zhen's cocoa. Although it is strange why Fu Zhen called himself so intimately, he still should A cry: ”I'm here.”

Fu Zhen squinted at him: ”Certain your lines.”

Jiang Hengshu couldn't help but chuckle, and said to Fu Zhen, ”Sent home.”

Zeng Xingke let out a cry, and a little disappointed pony walked aside and sat down. Who is this? I called it Cocoa just now, and I turned my face when I said I turned my face.

Zeng Xingke can be regarded as a qualified gossip boy. He pays no less attention to the news on the Internet, including the ambiguous relationship between Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu. He knows that both of them have lovers, but at this moment Zeng Xingke is Something different was seen in it.

Under the yellow light, Fu Zhen's head turned towards Jiang Hengshu. The two seemed to be whispering. To be honest, no matter how you look at Zeng Xingke, he feels that there is no pure brotherhood between the two.

Wei Dechi walked over and patted Zeng Xingke on the shoulder: ”Hey, your script is all taken down.”

Zeng Xingke was taken aback and almost didn't fall off the horse.

After filming the night's scene, Jiang Hengshu took Fu Zhen home, and Zeng Xing looked at the back of them leaving together, feeling that Schrödinger's straight male love might be about to come to a conclusion.

When returning home, Fu Zhen took out a thick envelope from the express cabinet.

”What is it?” Jiang Hengshu asked him.

Fu Zhen shook his head: ”I don't know.”

He tore open the envelope in his hand and took out all the contents inside, and found that it was a pile of photos, all of which belonged to him and Jiang Hengshu. They went to Chen Lao’s golden wedding banquet and went to the hot pot restaurant to eat. Take a walk in the botanical garden...

Jiang Hengshu glanced over the photos one by one, and asked, ”Is nothing to do to send this thing?”

And the photos are not very private, many have been posted online by paparazzi.

Fu Zhen thought for a while, and said to Jiang Hengshu: ”Maybe it is for us to commemorate?”

If Zhang Zhenmeng knew that she had worked so hard to pick out the ambiguous photos of Fu Zhen and Jiang Hengshu, she would be depressed to death if Fu Zhen kept them as a commemorative album.