There’s No God in Show Business

Lin Xi raised his hand and gently pushed along the fan bone with long and thin knuckles. The red folding fan suddenly draws a circular arc in the air. The fan page spreads out with the movement of the fan. There are beautiful landscapes painted on it, which is vivid and shows excellent workmanship.

One inch below the scallop is a skeleton carved from white jade. The fireballs are covered with fireballs, and the carvings are exquisite and warm. The folding fan fluttered slightly in the air with the tiny movements between Jasper's fingers, making it crimson and dazzling.

With a slight movement of the wrist, lifting the fan to show off the dusty face on the half of the fan, and the white to almost transparent face under the half of the fan is even more eye-catching.

As if using a careless sketch to describe the general description, the eyeliner is long and narrow and the arc shape is beautiful. The top of the fan face just reveals a pair of tall phoenix eyes. The shallow amber pupil is like the still water of Yaochi, gazing at you carefully. Although there is no speech, the eyes are full of pride and arrogance.

Everyone in Li He couldn't help breathing.

After a while, his eyes widened, as if he had heard something.

I saw that Qingdai's eyebrows frowned slightly, as if there was a bit of displeasure between Huamei's eyebrows, and her originally clear and translucent eyes were a little dull. Lin Xi's half-covered Zhu lips froze slightly, and the next moment he closed the fan, his left hand was up and right hand was down, his body was ahead, his back was straight.

The face that looked down on the ground couldn't see clearly, Li He only heard a low, euphemistic voice with an indomitable arrogant voice: "Qiu Huan meets His Royal Highness."

...

This scene in less than ten seconds is the scene where the male match Qiu Huan and Prince Luo Qing met for the first time.

The reason why Lin Xi chose this scene for the audition was because it was simple, and because it was ... In the case that even the hair sets were not taken, I wanted to thoroughly show the rigorous killing atmosphere on the ancient court. Is impossible.

So Lin Xi can only use the most ... mean and most practical trick--

□□.

Qiu Huan is also one of the best beauties in the play. Since she has this innate advantage, why not use it directly? If the role of son-in-law is a man, Lin Xi has no doubt that he will directly walk through the back door and use this face to pry open the door of the entertainment circle.

"Guide Li?" Lin Xi asked softly when no one had been talking to him.

Hearing the sound, Li Hewu's talents suddenly came back from the reverie just now. Chen Yajing glanced at Lin Xi with weird eyes, just touching the smile on the lips of her opponent, and her eyes were immediately recovered as if she were burnt.

She glanced away and whispered in her heart: This Lin Xi is really a complete evil.

"Ah, that's great, lad, do you really not think about the role of son-in-law?" Li He stood up from the chair happily and applauded vigorously. Lin Xi sharply saw the pair of big pants on his lower body, which did not change clothes, and he looked neatly dressed in the upper body.

"..."

Seeing this, Chen Yajing immediately stretched out her hand and pulled Li He back to the seat, then coughed twice, and said positively: "The performance is good, I have already shaped the shape for you. These days, you ... eat more Make up. Is it okay to take makeup photos the day after tomorrow? "

Hearing that, Lin Xi looked at Chen Yajing in surprise.

I did not expect that the other side was actually a stylist.

Lin Xi, a well-known stylist in the industry, knows that no matter what he hears or sees, he doesn't know the name Chen Yajing.

Lin Xi tickled her lips and nodded gently: "Please advise."

As soon as I stepped out of the audition room, I saw Ji Chengshu and Wang Fang.

Wang Fang paced back and forth in the corridor, his body fluttering as he walked. As soon as Wang Fang looked up, he saw Lin Xi coming out of the room. He froze Lin Xi's expressionless face, and then thought of Lin Xi's past successes, he felt a twitch in his heart, and his fat cheeks immediately collapsed.

He patted the flesh on his face, barely lifted his spirits, squeezed a smiley face, and said, "Boss, isn't it just a show, let's go to the second cast audition tomorrow! They don't like you, they are ... "

"I am going to set my makeup the day after tomorrow. You need to arrange your time."

"... Loss ... Ah? Boss, did you actually pass the audition?" Wang Fang widened his eyes with quilted eyes and looked at Lin Xi in wonder.

Lin Xi suddenly felt a cramp on his back of his head, his face darkened and asked, "I can't pass it?"

Wang Fang shook his head immediately, leaned over with a charming look, and said with a smile: "Boss, who are you? Of course, a small audition is not a problem. Let's have a great dinner tonight and celebrate!"

Lin Xi smiled and nodded: "Well, I need to eat more, this body is too thin." He squeezed his dry little arm and pouted with a little dissatisfaction, remembering what Chen Yajing said just now, he could not help remembering I have a standard figure of six packs.

Wang Fangxing agreed cheerfully: "Yes, I just opened a new roast duck restaurant over Donghuamen. I already wanted to try it. Alas, the crispy and tender roast duck is really ..."

"You can't eat." Lin Xi smiled and interrupted Wang Fang's words.

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Wang Fang stayed in place, and it took a long time to react. Hurrying to catch up with Lin Xi, crying and asking, "Why, boss?"

Lin Xi didn't speak, just squinted and looked at Wang Fang's fat that was about to shed oil from top to bottom, and smiled without saying a word.

When Wang Fang saw this masterpiece of alarm bells in his heart, he immediately covered his chest with his hands and guarded his chastity.

"..."

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Tianyu 33 floors.

Pan Lun hung up the phone.

The arm was covered with gauze, and a slight movement in the waist and abdomen would hurt. His original guilt and guilt had gradually been wiped out in the complicated affairs of these days. Looking at the broken white porcelain cup in the trash can, the suffocation in his eyes became more powerful.

Isn't that a dead star, as much as that. At present, Qi Wenyuan is still defined as an attempted killing, and he is a legitimate defender.

In this case, the board of directors also insisted that Pan Lun host Qi Wenyuan for a grand and solemn funeral, and he must invite celebrities in the circle to attend. With only one day left, all the invitations have been issued before notifying myself, so I will send someone directly to the funeral site tomorrow!

It's a murderer!

The more Pan Lun thought about it, the more angry he was. His original handsome face rose with a fierce light. He pushed all the documents on the table to the ground with a loud bang.

A clerk passing by heard a strange noise and quickly pushed in the door, asking with concern: "President Pan, are you all right?"

Pan Lun stared fiercely at the woman and shouted, "Who allowed you to come in? Get me out!"

The woman saw the mess in the office already scared and stood still. She had never seen President Pan's fierce look, her face was pale, and she quickly nodded and apologized: "I'm sorry, President Pan, I'm sorry, I will go out now "As soon as the voice fell, I stepped out of the door.

Pan Lun seemed to be relieved of his heavy burden, and collapsed weakly on the large soft boss chair. He looked at a point in the void that didn't exist, and his eyes grew crazy.

The color of chaos in his eyes grew deeper and richer. When the emotions accumulated to the extreme, he suddenly yelled, "Qi Wenyuan!"

Sometimes when the lie is repeated more times, even the parties will forget the truth and mistake the lie as the truth, thereby deceiving themselves to live in peace.

Maybe Pan Lun really took the lie as a reality, or she deliberately deceived herself to ignore the truth.

He had forgotten, at the last moment on the rooftop, who was the one who really pushed down the palm with his face full of fierce light.

...

Unlike Pan Lun's morbid madness, Lin Xi stuffed a small cage bun into his mouth.

A thin sheet of dough is placed in the palm of the left hand, and a few slices of roasted duck, cucumber and scallion are placed in the dough, and the sweet noodle sauce is sprinkled on the crispy and tender roasted duck slices with chopsticks. Ball, stuffed into his mouth.

Enjoying the scent that melts between the lips and teeth, Lin Xi can't help but admire: "Well, this new roast duck restaurant is really good."

Wang Fang chewed on the dry skin pitifully, tearing off a large piece of fingernails with his fingers and throwing it into his mouth, and swallowed it for more than 20 times. He stared tightly at Lin Xi, staring at the large plate of roasted duck fillets, staring hungrily and white, as if he could eat it by just looking at it.

Lin Xi, who was staring at the sight of this wolf tiger and leopard, seemed to feel nothing. Regardless of the madness of the sea and the sea, she fully enjoyed what Chen Yajing said-"make up."

The fat man swallowed again and his mouth was so high. After holding it for a few more seconds, I finally couldn't bear the roar: "I don't care anymore, I just want to eat!" After that, I took a chopstick and picked up a small cage and stuffed it into my mouth.

"Ahhhhhh ... so hot ..."

Lin Xi reluctantly looked at Wang Fang's weird look and sighed.

He had never met such a funny person in two lives, but after only three days together, he was really drunk.

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The third day.

The East is still in chaos. A few dim stars dot the sky in the dark, and the neon lights are not as glorious as in the middle of the night, and the moon is falling to the west.

Lin Xi opened his eyes warily, and could never sleep again.

He walked lightly to the large transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and covered his right hand with double glazing. Looking down through this thick glass, the empty street market gradually fades.

Not long after the fall, heating was not available in most parts of the city. The cold air on the cold ground climbed along the foot to the calf, and the blood felt frozen.

Lin Xi's complexion looked at the light that gradually lit up at dawn and dawn, and his eyes became unclear.

When sending him downstairs yesterday, Ji Chengshu suddenly told himself that today is Qi Wenyuan's funeral.

The reason why I told him about this little man was that Ji Chengshu also knew that he was looking for Shu Shan through Qi Wenyuan's relationship. According to Ji Chengshu's tone, it is logical and reasonable that he, as Lin Xi, must send a bouquet of flowers to Qi Wenyuan.

I have received a few red envelopes during acting before, even lying dead on the bed. From costume play to modern play, Qi Wenyuan has "dead" countless times.

But this time, it was a real funeral.

What would his funeral look like? Those old guys who want to come to Tianyu will never miss this good opportunity, use their funeral to publicize it, and do a good job in corporate public relations.

His parents have died in a car accident for many years, and his family has no relatives. So it should be Pan Lun who presides over his funeral.

Standing in this strange room, using this strange body, he can imagine what kind of hypocritical look Pan Lun would have, barely squeezing a few drops of crocodile tears, and then how to express his feelings to each guest with a crying face The memory of the deceased.

At this time, all the guests and reporters would be lamented. He was always so disregarded, and wept for a person who intended to murder himself.

The first glimmer of light in the morning suddenly broke through the silent and deep night, and the rising sun tumbled out of the distant and small horizon with unstoppable momentum. The sun is not dazzling but very warm, and sprinkles directly into Lin Xi's eyes through the cold glass.

He suddenly remembered that he was at the bottom of the building last night, and Ji Chengshu asked with an awkward expression whether he would attend today's funeral.

Go of course!

why are you not going!

To go, you have to perform the best and give yourself the best benefit.

Tianyu can use his death to earn image profits and public attention, and he should make a profit from it. Go, go in the best image; cry, but not cry for yourself, but--

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