Buy a house with 30,000 yuan and live in a small town

Chapter 282 Just think about Lao Xu

Even though Kara Songhe was pregnant and bald, Liu Wangxue would never forget that face.

When Tang Songhe met Liu Wangxue, he just felt that he looked familiar, so he turned around and took another look.

Unexpectedly, Liu Wangxue turned back to look at him, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen this girl. So he just treated her as a young man who knew him, gave her a polite smile, and then turned around and left.

The boy following him asked: "Master, who is she?"

Karamatsuwa shook his head: "I can't remember clearly."

Liu Wangxue stared at his leaving figure for two more seconds. After leaving Shenghai Entertainment, she rarely paid attention to the news in the industry because she felt sick when she saw this person's face or heard relevant information.

Now, she was really surprised that the person who was so elegant five years ago had turned into such a fat-headed person.

Yes, it's even more disgusting.

I can't look at it anymore, I'm going to go blind.

"Wow, screenwriter Tang is really here!" Xiao Qing exclaimed in a low voice beside Liu Wangxue, "And the little brother next to him is so good-looking!"

Liu Wangxue turned around and found that the little girl was a little stunned. He raised his hand and waved in front of her eyes: "Come to your senses and let's go."

Xiaoqing rubbed her fat face shyly and followed Liu Wangxue. Seeing that she was going in the wrong direction, he quickly pulled her back.

Liu Wangxue thought she was really funny: "Aren't you just in the entertainment industry? What kind of handsome guy and beauty have you never seen before, and you can still be fascinated by a little brother?"

Xiaoqing smiled "hehe": "It's different. Most of the people in the circle are packaged. This is a handsome amateur! Sister Xu Xu, think about it. Walking on the street, you suddenly met such a handsome guy, right? Have you felt better throughout the day?”

That's right, Liu Wangxue thought. When they had nothing to do on weekends in college, she and Wenxi would just find a place to sit down in a shopping mall, park or street corner, and observe the people coming and going around them. One was designing for characters, and the other was designing. Design for clothing. Occasionally, I would meet a few handsome guys and beauties, and the two of them could discuss it enthusiastically for a long time. One wrote stories and the other painted clothes. They really came up with a lot of short stories.

But that little brother Liu Wangxue didn't pay much attention just now, so he took Xu Qingsong's face and said, well, my mood is indeed much better.

She asked Xiaoqing: "You just said, 'Director Tang is really here,' what do you mean?"

"There is also a crew filming over there. It's a drama produced by Shenghai Entertainment." Xiao Qing pointed in the opposite direction and said mysteriously, "But they have stopped working for three days. It is said that there is a problem with the script."

"How do you say it?" Liu Wangxue became interested.

The actor had already arrived at the hotel yesterday afternoon. Xiaoqing went out to help Ni Jia buy things and met a little girl about her age. Xiaoqing saw someone fell on the roadside and their things were scattered on the ground, so she helped pick them up and put them away, and also helped the person up.

The little girl kept crying. When Xiaoqing reached out to help her, she suddenly hugged Xiaoqing and started crying.

Passers-by looked sideways, and Xiaoqing was at a loss.

"What's wrong with you? Don't cry. If you have something to say, please talk to me!" The little girl hugged her so tightly that Xiaoqing couldn't pry her hand away even with all her strength. She nervously said to passers-by, "I I didn’t bully her, I really didn’t bully her! She hugged me and didn’t let go!”

Xiaoqing had no choice but to let the little girl hold her, thinking that she looked so thin, but how could she be so strong. She rummaged through her bag and took out a pack of paper towels, asking the little girl to wipe them so that her clothes wouldn't get wet by crying. Her clothes would become discolored when they got wet, which was particularly unsightly.

When she lowered her head, Xiaoqing found a dazzling red mark on the little girl's exposed neck, and the blood that had seeped out had dried up.

She was shocked, thinking that the little girl had attempted suicide, and she didn't dare to move.

When the crying gradually stopped, the little girl relaxed her strength. Xiaoqing picked up the things with one hand and pulled the person up with the other, and took her to sit on a bench at the door of the store next to her. She didn't know what to say. After calming down and thinking about it, she realized that it was probably not suicide. When she was helping the little girl pick up things, she found some medicine for treating wounds, so she probably got injured accidentally.

Xiaoqing rummaged through the bag, took out those things, carefully treated the little girl's wound, and put a piece of gauze on it.

The little girl was like a puppet, letting Xiaoqing do whatever she wanted. After Xiaoqing finished doing this, she stared at Xiaoqing, blinked, and looked like she was about to burst into tears again.

Xiaoqing took the initiative and took her hand: "You, what happened to you?"

The little girl's tears overflowed again, and they fell down like broken beads.

Xiaoqing held her hand and wiped her tears with a tissue.

After a while, the tears finally stopped. The little girl sniffed and cried: "You are so kind. I haven't met a good person like you in a long time..."

As she was about to cry again, Xiaoqing comforted her again and again before she could be comforted.

I thought it was just a chance encounter, but when I was about to leave, I realized that they had the same destination. After the exchange, I learned that the two of them have the same job, as artist assistants.

The little girl’s name was Lin Zhi. She tentatively asked Xiao Qing: “So, do your artists treat you well?”

Speaking of this, Xiaoqing became even more talkative. She began to detail Ni Jia's advantages and how good she was to herself and others, which made Lin Zhi envious.

This morning, Xiaoqing came out and met Lin Zhi again. She was sitting by a flower bed wiping her tears.

Although Xiaoqing didn't know what happened to her, she still went over to comfort her.

This time Lin Zhi didn't hold back and told Xiao Qing everything.

It turned out that the artist she was following had a bad temper and was a bit violent. Lin Zhi was a fan. When she saw that the studio was recruiting assistants, she submitted her resume. After she was confirmed to be hired, she was excited for several days.

When she really came, she realized why her brother kept changing assistants.

When she was a fan, she felt sorry for her brother along with other big fans and scolded several assistants. When the job really fell to her, she realized that it was not done by humans at all.

"Brother" gets angry at her if she doesn't get what she wants, and he always takes pleasure in torturing people.

It's nothing to make her kneel down to put on socks and shoes. I have to shave my head for filming, so I force her to shave it too. When filming the scene of falling into the water in winter, I push her in first to test the water temperature. I force her to do it during her menstrual period. Drink ice water; go back and slap her in the face when she got angry on the set...

Yesterday, someone was photographed throwing cigarette butts around. Reading the comments from netizens, I saw that I was angry. I picked up a glass and threw it in front of Lin Zhi. Although Lin Zhi dodged, the broken glass happened to hit her neck. passed.

She almost had her throat cut, but "brother" smiled and said, "How come it didn't kill you?"

Lin Zhi, who collapsed, had to go out to buy cigarettes for him.

I met Xiaoqing and chatted for a while, but finally went home late. As a result, my "brother" checked out her room and let her sleep in the corridor for the night.

Lin Zhi felt that she could hardly hold on anymore. No one in the studio could help her, and no one on the crew could help her. It was impossible for her to tell her family and friends about these things.

She wanted to resign, but her agent asked her to read the contract first. Unexpectedly, the terms that deceived her into expressing her loyalty turned into shackles that tightly held her.

Yesterday afternoon she fell on the side of the road because she was in a daze and wanted to rush into the traffic to stop her, but she was stopped by a passerby.