After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 170
Although it was not the first time that Zhao Jing had done this kind of thing, he was still nervous.

As the saying goes, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Anyone who sits in the position of master has a different temperament and temperament than ordinary people. There are many weird and moody ones. If they are well served, their future will be bright, but if they are not served well, they will have a bright future. If it is good, it will be beyond redemption.

Zhao Jing once hated and loathed this industry, feeling that it was dirty and dirty. The artists who looked glamorous in front of the camera had all sorts of evil sides behind their backs. But gradually, he also became a member of the quagmire and was not immune. Yu Difficulty.

Because even a moment of brilliance is better than a lifetime of being unknown, unknown, and being manipulated by others. "If you want to become famous, you have to pay a price. These are things that you and I wish to do. Be open-minded." This is Boss Dong Slap his face and say it yourself.

Under the shower, Zhao Jing carefully rubbed every inch of his body and washed himself clean, but his heart and skin were already dirty, so why bother washing him?

He sneered and suddenly remembered a sour line from a youth movie: People will indeed become what they hate the most.

But so what, as long as he can climb to the top of the mountain, become a master, and go from being bullied to being bullied, he is willing to pay any price, even if he is treated like a dog, kneeling on the ground and barking, it doesn't matter.

Zhao Jing was full of inner drama. As soon as he turned off the shower, he heard the sound of the door lock. Through the glass door of the bathroom, he faintly saw a slender figure walking in: He is back!
Thinking of Mr. Xiaonan's aura, my heart, which had finally calmed down, began to beat wildly again, and I didn't know what to do for a while.

He secretly clenched his fists and gave himself a shot of chicken blood. He thought to himself: It's just a piston movement. I don't want to do it with anyone. I'm afraid of something!

Then, he pulled the towel around his waist and walked out.

The moment he walked out, Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment.

Because Nan Song did not wait impatiently for him to "serve" or "enjoy" him. Instead, he sat on the sofa and worked with his notebook in his arms. He did not take off his clothes and only changed into a pair of slippers.

The person sitting there looked professional and cold.

When she saw him coming out, she did not turn a blind eye, but looked at him calmly, "Here? Sit down."

Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment, feeling a little at a loss.

He has seen many professional women, many of them so-called strong women. However, in front of them and behind them, they have two completely different faces. In front of them, there is an independent woman who is intellectual, elegant, beautiful and capable. In front of them, she is an independent woman who should climb on the bed, and in the back, she should climb on the bed, and on the other hand, she should sit on the lap. Sitting on the lap, or smoking and swearing, they are more willing to do it than the women in the nightclub.

He was prepared to be knocked down as soon as he came out, or to be ordered to kneel down and lick his shoes. Unexpectedly, Nan Song asked him to sit down as soon as he spoke.

What kind of way is this?
Zhao Jing was stunned and couldn't stand it anymore.

He didn't sit down, and Nan Song didn't give in. He just lowered his eyes and tapped on the keyboard a few times, and then asked calmly: "Are you studying physical education?"

Zhao Jing was blinded again, and then he realized that she might be looking at his information, and hurriedly replied: "Yes, jump, high jump."

"Well, he is still a national second-level athlete. He has participated in many national-level competitions and won gold medals. His results are not bad."

Nan Song's voice remained calm and asked again, "Why didn't you persist and join the national team?"

Zhao Jing has been in the industry for many years and has almost forgotten that he was once an athlete. He rarely mentions it to others. Only when he participates in variety shows, his agent really has no other place to promote him, so he uses this as a gimmick. The host gives a cue and plays a high jumping game with a group of celebrities, that's it.

When asked by Nan Song, he replied: "Practicing sports is too hard, and the conditions at home are not very good. My physical fitness is still a bit poor, and I couldn't make it to the national team, so I gave up this career. By chance, I joined." Entertainment."

These words were compiled for him by his management team, and were used as official answers in early talk shows. However, he is a third-tier actor and has not participated in many talk shows. Over time, he has almost forgotten this set of words, let alone this set of words. The real reason why I gave up sports in the first place.

He forgot, but the Internet remembered.

Nan Song's tone was calm, "No, you were born in a rural area, but your father ran a factory and your mother also did some small business. You are an only child. Are your family's conditions that bad? As for the national team, it says national team here High jump coach Wang Yong once invited you to participate in the national team training, but between training and filming commercials, you chose the latter, and then entered the entertainment industry."

She easily exposed his lies and helped him regain his memory. Zhao Jing looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't understand why Nan Song was talking to him about these things. Did she really want to chat with him?

"Yeah, it seems so. I forgot about it." Zhao Jing prevaricated lightly, and then said: "Mr. Nan, you see it's getting late. Do you want to take a shower or..."

Before he finished speaking, Nan Song interrupted and continued the topic, "After you entered the entertainment industry, did you first start as a martial artist?"

"……Yes."

Zhao Jing was a little impatient. As the saying goes, a hero should never ask where he came from. For him, the days when he was a military substitute were not a past worth remembering. It could only remind him of his humbleness and unbearableness. But the financial owner was the master, so he could not If you are offended, you can only offer it.

He patiently continued to smile at Nansong and said, "Mr. Nan, spring is too short, how about we..."

Nan Song ignored him and still asked: "Is Wu Tai fun?"

Zhao Jing's smile faded, "It's not fun."

What is she trying to do?
Nan Song: "You must be very skilled, right?"

Zhao Jing bit the bullet and said, "It's okay."

Is it over?
Nan Song: "Did you push the priest down?"

Zhao Jing: "Yes."

……

The atmosphere was frozen in an instant.

Zhao Jing was instinctive and answered that sentence completely subconsciously. He was still impatient in his heart. However, after realizing what she had just asked and what he had answered, he suddenly raised his head.

Nan Song looked at him with clear eyes.

His heart skipped a beat.

It seemed like I saw her distant and cold gaze again on the set, as if she could see through him at a glance, leaving nothing to hide.

Almost the next second, there was a knock on the door.

Zhao Jing turned around suddenly and saw his manager Sun Yue walking in.

He looked confused and asked with his eyes: Why are you here?

Sun Yue was also confused: Is it done?So fast?

Nan Song sat on the sofa and remained still. He just lazily turned off the recording and said quietly: "Take your artist and leave here."

They couldn't tell whether the voice was happy or angry, but they didn't dare to guess or ask. They could only pick up their clothes and left the room in confusion.

As soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by a stern face.

Yu Jinwen was negotiating with the security guard at the door, when the door opened from the inside, and two men came out, one of whom was still putting on clothes...

His face immediately darkened.

(End of this chapter)