Walking Through Fire for You

Nanchu returned to the office after smoking a cigarette. It was determined that she was allergic to cosmetics. Yan Daizheng raised her finger and poked Xigu, screaming: "You have to compensate! I can't start work these days, just in case the director What should I do if I take the lost work pay?!"

Although Shen Guangzong didn't like Yan Dai, his face was still calm, and he chuckled roundly: "Xiao Dai, we are all from the same company. Isn't it so ugly that this is a joke?"

Yan Dai stomped and pouted: "Brother Zong! But my face..."

Halfway through the conversation, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Nan Chu coming in. The latter leaned on the door frame to look at her leisurely. He choked and twitched, and then swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Inexplicably, Yan Dai was a little afraid of Nan Chu, and a little jealous of her. She couldn't even explain the complicated emotions.

I only joined the company at the beginning of the Southern Chu Dynasty, one year later than her. They are all eighteenth-line young artists, but there is a queen mother in Nanchu. Although the circle says that their mother-daughter relationship is bad, it's better than what they don't have.

At the age of six in southern junior high school, he followed his mother Nan Yueru to shoot commercials and print planes. When I was sixteen or seventeen years old, I took over several movies and gained popularity. The actresses in the group occasionally discussed Nanchu gossip. Yan Dai hated Nanchu for a long time, and couldn't help but gamble.

But every time I watched Nan Chu walking past her with a look of carelessness, she felt angry and anxious. As a woman, how could she not care about her reputation so much.

Sure enough, the same as her mother.

Sao and wave.

Nan Yueru's reputation is actually not bad, but she gave birth to Nanchu for one year when she was 26 years old. So far she has not announced who Nanchu's father is.

In the entertainment gossip magazine weekly, all the male stars in the circle who were suspected of being the father of Nan Chu's birth were beaten up. As a result, within a few years, they either announced to come out or married and had children.

Today, this is one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the entertainment industry.

...

Nanchu leaned against the door and glanced at Yan Dai lightly.

Yan Dai confided, pouting her face and reluctantly saying: "You tell the director, I won't go."

At the beginning of the south, Wan Er: "Okay."

Back in the group, Nan Chu helped Yan Dai ask for leave and postponed her part in three days. The director murmured with a bit of dissatisfaction: "Only she has the most things."

After two days, these words reached Yan Dai's ears again, and the mouths that had been used too much changed the taste, somehow it became—

Yan Dai's face is allergic, unable to film, delaying the progress, the director deleted Yan Dai's part in a rage, added drama to Nanchu, and insulted Yan Dai as a good thing.

Moreover, I heard that the assistant at Nanchu did this.

In the eyes of everyone, the mature and steady director must have been blinded by the little fairy of Nanchu, before he said those words in a fit of anger.

After all, she is also a female artist who dared to discuss Huang Shu with the director publicly. What shameless thing can't be done!

Therefore, Nanchu has become a scheming bitch.

Hearing this, Shen Guangzong's hair was blown up, his hair stood up one by one, and he almost didn't choke Xigu to death. Nanchu picked up the little girl and flipped through the book calmly, "It's really killed, you luggage Carry it."

Although the Xigu people are small and powerful, they carry several suitcases without panting.

Shen Guangzong loosened Xigu's collar and made a silent wipe of his neck.

Xi Gu hurriedly covered his eyes.

Nan Chu touched her head and warned: "Shen Jingbing--"

"You protect her, and you will protect her again in a few days. It's time to tell you that you are gay!"

Shen Guangzong walked away.

Xigu looked at Nanchu and found that she continued to look down again.

She couldn't help but leaned over, "What are you looking at?"

Nanchu put the book on her lap and showed her the cover.

"Jin Jin Jin... Ping Mei."

"Hmm."

Xigu looked at her with a calm and calm expression on her face, as if she had a barrier that cut off the world, why did she see Xu Zhimo's taste for the banned books.

On the fourth day, last year's best actor's number two, and Yan Dai's rumored boyfriend Ran Dongyang joined the group, and the actors finally arrived.

When Yan Dai walked out of the studio after filming the last night scene, she saw two people sitting side by side under the tent.

Ran Dongyang leaned back in the chair, "How are you doing?"

Nanchu looked down at the script and said quietly: "It's good, eat and sleep well."

The two collaborated on a movie several years ago.

Ran Dongyang leaned forward and reached out to catch Nanchu's head. She was silently dodged by her, her hands froze in the air, and an embarrassed smile: "What's the matter with you? It's like a different person."

Nan Chu didn't lift his head, and sneered at the corners of his lips.

Ran Dongyang dragged the chair and leaned against her, "Although you didn't like to talk at that time, at least people were gentle. Why, not in a few years, little rose has thorns?"

Nanchu ignored him, took a shot of the script on the table, circled the pen for a while, and said, "I will pull you back after you leave, so I can let my emotions out."

Ran Dongyang put his head on his hands and leaned on the chair: "You guy, your temper is too bad, you don't like it at all."

Nan Chu raised his head and glanced at him coldly.

Yu Guang glanced at a sneaky figure hiding under the old locust tree a few meters away.

Ran Dongyang smiled, sat upright, put his hand on the table, "Don't look at me like that, back then..."

Nanchu suddenly smiled at him, hooked hands, slender fingers, Yuying.

The summer night was dark and the studio was gradually closing down, the pale moonlight struck down, the skin of Nanchu was white, and the whole portrait was glowing.

Ran Dongyang was in a complicated mood.

But still leaned forward like a ghost.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, there was a loud bang, the back of the head was controlled, and the forehead slammed on the corner of the table.

"Fuck!"

When I looked up again, a bag swelled up on the forehead, like a horn.

Ran Dongyang grinned painfully, Nan Chu had already gathered things and stood up, holding the script in his arms, wearing a black dress to show her beautiful figure, looking down at him, indifferent like a noble black swan.

She bent down, a man's superiority always appeared in the dark night, but the dark night wrapped the woman in front of her even more terrifying.

Nanchu is slender, with a small skeleton, slender eye tails, thin eyebrows, docile thin lips, seldom getting angry, and almost nothing can affect her mood.

But when she was really angry, the whole person's fierceness was highlighted.

Like now,

Those eyebrows are especially severe.

"You have to mention back then, I will make you regret knowing me."

...

Back at the hotel, Nanchu came out wrapped in a bath towel after taking a shower, and the phone on the bed shook.

An unread WeChat is lying on the screen.

She glanced, and tore off the bath towel, the girl's white body was completely exposed, and the wide floor mirror reflected her beautiful figure.

Nan Chu was born white, with thin arms, a pair of well-proportioned and straight legs, and a slender grip.

As described in the words-

In the mirror of Xuexiongluan, in front of Qishufeng Tower.

Putting on a dark long skirt, Nanchu picked up the phone, slid the screen, and WeChat popped up.

From a person named Lin Qi.

Lin Qi is a 19-year-old genius violinist that Nanchu met during a show in Milan.

"I will have my violin concert on Saturday. I must come."

After a while, another one said, "Be sure to come, I will let someone bring you the ticket tomorrow!"

Nanchu returned: "I'll be late."

The next day, at the beginning of the morning in the southern part of the country, I just finished filming. I was sitting in a tent holding a small electric fan and holding a Buddhist scripture.

When Shen Guangzong saw her coming to the fire like this, he walked over to Xingshi and asked, "Is the head of Ran Dongyang your masterpiece?"

At the beginning of Nanchu, he admitted generously: "Yeah."

Shen Guangzong knew that his nostrils were upturned, "If you really can't understand him, can you bear it?"

Nan Chu shook his head: "He chats about me and can't bear it."

"...Hey, you can bear other things, why can't you bear this?" Shen Guangzong drove his arm and glared at her, "I will give you this first. Keep it secret, don't make trouble for me anymore, don't make trouble if you know that you are a gangster."

Indeed, at the age of fifteen and sixteen in the Southern Junior College, she acted in a drama. The light acting skills have been hacked for several years. Coupled with the zero PR ability of the previous brokerage team and the love of scandals, it is not easy to walk all the way to the present. I posted a Weibo and couldn't find a comment that could be read, so Shen Guangzong simply closed her Weibo comment.

The black fans then turned to the Weibo of their agent Shen Guangzong to scold them.

"Nanchu got out of the entertainment circle."

"Nanchu, you stinky bitch, you got **** up."

"Your whole family is dead."

...

Shen Guangzong sometimes feels pitiful at Nan Chu. She came out to work at a young age and has to bear so much. But she rarely listens to her complaints. She will work hard to complete the work arranged for her, and will not ask for credit or reward.

But she is not humble.

With her own unique pride, she does not bow her head or bows to the world. The director said that she is like a black swan, noble and independent.

However, Shen Guangzong missed the second half sentence.

The director added that it was the black swan driving the Thomas train.

The sun hung her slender body.

Shen Guangzong sighed and sat down beside her, looking down at the scriptures she had in hand, "Hey, did the Buddha tell you, when will you be red?"

Nan Chu didn't lift his head either, "All appearances are false."

"Farth." Shen Guangzong rolled his eyes: "The reputation is so bad that you still have the mood to see this. You can simply become a monk."

Nanchu turned a page, looked sideways and thought for a while, then said, "Good idea."

"No help." Shen Guangzong shook his head and left.

In the evening, Xi Gu walked in with an envelope, "Nanchu, someone sent you this just now."

Nan Chu glanced at it and nodded, "Well, thank you."

The sun was venomous, and his head was exposed to the sun, Xigu drew a paper towel, wiped his sweat, and said: "He is a handsome guy in military uniform. He looks super handsome, but he is too cold."

After speaking, he shook symbolically.

Nan Chu put down the book and looked up: "Military uniform?"

Xigu nodded, "Well, it's handsome, I told him to wait, but he refused to wait, turned and left."

"Are you still there?"

"I just watched him go to the canteen."

Sometimes, a certain face suddenly pops out of your mind, so you know it's impossible, and you can't help but want to verify it. It turns out that often women's sixth sense is 99% correct.

Sure enough, when she chased outside the studio, she saw a familiar figure from the back. In her memory, the man’s peachy eyes and the tails of her eyes looked like smiling, and her eyebrows were deep. When serious, they were intimidating. Rarely soft in the sun.

The lines on the body are smooth and neat, not many points, not many points.

He carried the water he had just finished drinking, screwed on the lid, and threw it in through the open window of the back seat at will, just opened the driver's door.

I don't know where the recoil is coming from, "pop-" closed.

The man frowned habitually, his brows were twisted into Sichuan, impatient and tolerant.

Only heard from behind, "Lin Luxiao, what are you running?"