Above China Entertainment

Chapter 127
Wang Churan put down the bowl and chopsticks, "Master, I'm full."

The bottom line is lowered little by little, and habits are also a terrible force.

No, it was much easier for Wang Churan to call his master.

Wang Kun felt swelling on his fingertips and couldn't help but said to Wang Churan: "Just rest well in the hospital these days."

Wang Churan looked at Wang Kun pitifully, "Master, my fever is gone and I'm fine. I don't want to stay in the hospital."

Wang Kun poked the swollen area and joked: "The fever has gone down, but the swelling has not gone away. I'll give you an anti-inflammatory and swelling drip for two more days."

A burst of itching came, and Wang Churan's eyes were filled with shyness.

Wang Churan buried his head in Wang Kun's arms and said in a low voice: "But I am the only one on the crew who is not here, will I be gossiped about?"

"Ahem." Wang Kun felt guilty.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

Now, some people in the crew are secretly rumoring that Wang Churan was tricked by Wang Kun and sent to the hospital.
Wang Kun said with a domineering look: "I am an investor. Who dares to gossip? Have a good rest and wait until you are ready to film your scene."

"Oh." Wang Churan looked at Wang Kun with beautiful eyes, feeling the joy of having a financial backer behind him.

Wang Kun doesn't have that much time to spend with Wang Churan.

Being able to come to the hospital with polenta and kimchi was all because Wang Kun saw Wang Churan being taken away by him for the first time.

Wang Churan was extremely swollen now, so Wang Kun let her go for the time being.

Since there was nothing he could do, Wang Kun certainly wouldn't just stay in the hospital with Wang Churan.

Driving the car, go straight to the airport.

Wang Kun smoked a cigarette in the parking lot.

Before he finished smoking a cigarette, the person Wang Kun wanted to pick up had already arrived.

You have to ask, what if I arrive late?
If you are late, there will be a traffic jam!

Wang Kun waved enthusiastically to Zhang Bicheng, who was wearing a cap and mask, "Bicheng, here!"

Don't ask why Wang Kun recognized it. Who is a serious person dressed like this?

Zhang Bicheng came forward with his assistant and glanced around furtively. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he apologized and said, "Please, Director Wang, come and pick me up in person. I've been waiting for a long time."

Wang Kun waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "It didn't take long, just an hour or two."

The apology on Zhang Bicheng's face became more and more intense. Director Wang is such a good person!
Wang Kun stepped forward and took Zhang Bicheng's hand with a natural expression, "You must be so hungry. It just so happens that I haven't eaten either. Come on, let's go eat first."

"Yeah." Although Zhang Bicheng felt a little inappropriate, when he thought that Wang Kun had not only waited for an hour or two, but also hadn't eaten, Zhang Bicheng's eyes looked at Wang Kun softer.

'Sister, you are a star. Yesterday, you were photographed by the paparazzi staying at Hua Chenyu's house, and your love affair was exposed. Today, you were held by the director's hand. If you were photographed by the paparazzi, you won't be able to explain how many mouths you have. '

The assistant carrying the bag at the side looked at the two people holding hands, opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

'Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. The lord himself doesn't care, so I rushed to remind him what's going on. Isn't this why the emperor is not anxious and the eunuch is, bah bah bah! '

The assistant immediately felt relaxed. Why bother worrying about this little money a month?

More than ten meters away, a paparazzi also got off the plane and recognized Zhang Bicheng. He hid behind a car and took pictures of Wang Kun and Zhang Bicheng.

Wang Kun stopped, turned around, and looked somewhere, with a smile of unknown meaning on his face.

Wang Kun suddenly turned around, and paparazzi Xiao Li was so frightened that he almost dropped the camera in his hand and hurriedly retracted his body.

Paparazzi Xiao Li muttered, "It's over, it's over, he's been discovered, he won't come up and beat me up, right?"

Zhang Bicheng saw Wang Kun stop and turned around. Zhang Bicheng also turned around and took a look. He didn't find anything. He couldn't help but curiously asked, "Director Wang, what's wrong?" Wang Kun smiled and said, "It's okay. Let’s go.”

How could Wang Kun, who looked like a man with a bright back, not realize that someone was secretly filming him?

Wang Kun was photographed on purpose. Not only that, Wang Kun also deliberately found the angle so that the paparazzi could take a clearer picture.

"I'm so prosperous, I got my year-end bonus!"

Watching Wang Kun and Zhang Bicheng get into the car and leave, the paparazzi breathed a sigh of relief and his face lit up with joy.

Paparazzi Xiao Li feels like he was born to eat this kind of food. He only took part in the job for just half a month, but he already captured such explosive material.

Last night, Zhang Bicheng stayed at Hua Chenyu's house, and was photographed by her boss and exposed on the Internet. Now the related entries are still at the forefront of hot searches.

Unexpectedly, I was photographed Zhang Bicheng holding hands with a director again, behaving in an intimate manner.

If this were exposed, it would definitely cause shock!

Paparazzi Xiao Li recognized the slightly famous Wang Kun. As a paparazzi, recognizing people is a basic skill. If you can't recognize everyone, then you have to slap him with a hammer.

The excited paparazzi Xiao Li took out his mobile phone and made a call.

After the call was connected, paparazzi Xiao Li told the story like he was pouring beans, "Hey, boss, we sent it. I just photographed Zhang Bicheng and "Mi Yue" director Wang Kun holding hands and acting affectionately. .”

Imperial Capital, hospital bed.

Wu Zhongsheng, who was wearing a plaster and hanging his feet, fell silent after listening.

Paparazzi Xiao Li, Wu Zhongsheng has an impression.

I joined the company half a month ago. Before I became a paparazzi, I was a freelance photographer. The kind who went to comic conventions and asked girls if they wanted to take private photos.
Let this kid go to Hengdian and see if he can take some cool photos of celebrities.

Unexpectedly, this kid filmed his boss without saying a word, which made Wu Zhongsheng feel like he couldn't laugh or cry.

Not hearing the sound, the paparazzi Xiao Li looked at the Ai Feng mobile phone that was on the call, and patted the back cover angrily, "Hey, boss, boss? What the hell are you doing with this stupid phone? There's no signal again?"

Wu Zhongsheng came to his senses and said in a deep voice: "You said it, I'm listening."

After all, paparazzi Xiao Li is a newbie with little experience, so he asked his boss for his opinion, "Boss, what should I do now, should I continue to follow Zhang Bicheng and Wang Kun, or?"

Wu Zhongsheng said in a deep voice: "Don't take pictures now. You should come back as quickly as possible and give me the negatives and photos."

Paparazzi Xiao Li didn’t ask any questions and simply said: “Okay boss!”

After hanging up the phone, paparazzi Xiao Li looked at the photos in the camera and said happily to himself: "I am in the right industry. This is much more interesting than being a private photographer.

Gee, these female stars who are glamorous, arrogant, and polite to their fans on the surface are really having fun in private.

These stupid fans, who shout goddess, goddess every day on the Internet, really want to show you the photos of your goddess being pinned down by a pig. "

Soon, Wu Zhongsheng, who was lying in the hospital bed, received a photo sent to him by the paparazzi Xiao Li.

"As expected of a boss, I can understand the unspoken rules for a film director and actresses, but Zhang Bicheng, a singer, has been unwritten by the boss."

Looking at the close-up of Wang Kun's face in the photo, Wu Zhongsheng felt sincere admiration, and then he braced his injured body and prepared to wipe the boss's butt.

"Hey, boss, you and Zhang Bicheng were photographed by my paparazzi at the airport."

At the express lane outside the airport, Wang Kun, who was wearing a Bluetooth headset, received a call from Wu Zhongsheng.

Wang Kun glanced at Zhang Bicheng through the rearview mirror, feeling a little dumbfounded.

Zhang Bicheng was here, and Wang Kun didn't say much, "I understand. I'll contact you tonight while I'm driving."

(End of this chapter)