Transmigrated Into the Film King’s Little Wife

Luo Hang nodded, "This kind of lawyer's letter is not aimed at a specific person, but just a means to appease fans and passers-by. I heard that she has terminated the contract with Dingyu. According to the contract, she should have paid Mr. Jiao a lot of money."

Liang Wen said in a deep voice: "She always has to struggle to the death. If she turns over one day, it's not impossible."

There are many stars in the entertainment industry who have fallen into a trough due to various incidents, and there are also many people who come back against the wind through inhuman means. Liang Wen's fate was also good before, the mysterious man F made a timely move and smashed Xi Jiameng with a real hammer, leaving him on his back and dying.

However, if the network crisis lasts more than seven days, it will gradually disappear. In another half a year, if a work that suits me becomes popular again, any black material from the past will be forgotten.

Liang Wen had seen a lot of this kind of thing before she passed through the book, so she naturally knew it well.

Her foundation is unstable, and she has to step by step and keep her feet on the ground when doing things.

Luo Hang: "Xi Jiameng's mother, Jin Yun, still has some tricks. Several big Vs who broke the news before secretly withdrew the manuscript. Although they didn't apologize directly, they still dare not attack again."

Guo Shu said, "Brother Hang, Sister Wenwen, take a look."

Yuji took pictures of Jin Yun taking Xi Jiameng to see a psychiatrist. In the photo, Xi Jiameng looked haggard, and Jin Yun held her hand with a worried expression. Insiders broke the news that Xi Jiameng was suddenly slandered, she was so stressed that she couldn't sleep, lost weight rapidly, and had symptoms of depression.

Netizens commented, "Let's see, let's see, cyber violence has driven a good girl into depression." Some people also say that it is so easy for a person to become depressed, and it is a miserable sell at first sight.

"What does it mean to be slandered suddenly? Does she have no idea?" Guo Shu said contemptuously.

Luo Hang mused: "Jin Yun's decades of experience in this circle are not in vain. It's hype at first glance, and it sells badly. Otherwise, who would have happened to take these photos by chance, and they are still high-definition pictures."

Liang Wen smiled lightly, but said nothing.

Seeing that her expression was the same, Luo Hang couldn't help but praise her. Many artists who have just entered the industry have poor psychological quality, and when they encounter some troubles, they will be so sad that they can't eat. The person in front of her was hacked all over the Internet just a day after entering the industry, and she didn't even blink her brows. Good. At this point, the future is boundless.

Liang Wen went home first, and Guo Shu helped her pack her luggage very considerately, and even made a dinner before leaving.

After eating, I lay comfortably on the sofa and watched the recording and broadcasting of "My Village".

The WeChat Zhaixiongzhaimei team is beeping non-stop.

Qu Siyang: [Fuck. Wenwen, it was He Shiyun who recommended you. 】

Qi Chuanchuan: [I looked carefully several times, it's her. You stand behind her and she pushes back hard with her elbow, pushing you in. 】

Liang Wen: 【……】

Qu Siyang: [Fortunately, I, Wen, can dance all kinds of dances. Otherwise, what should I do if I get caught by a bamboo pole? 】

Qi Chuanchuan sneered: [She, He Shiyun, thought that if she hurt Wenwen, she would be able to win the championship and attract attention? She forgot that there is me, the prettiest cub? 】

Qu Siyang sent a vomiting emoji: 【Goodbye. I'm going to go on stage. 】

Liang Wen: [Come on. 】

Qi Chuanchuan: [I wish you all the best. 】

Qu Siyang: [Get out! 】

Liang Wen stretched the muscles while watching the recording, and when she saw a bullet screen saying that Qi Chuanchuan was dragging the "you" bottle, she laughed and quickly took a screen shot and sent it to the three people's WeChat group.

Qi Chuanchuan: [狗头脸.jpg, I have signed up for private swimming lessons. 】

During the period, both Xuan Lan and Feng Qianqian sent congratulatory letters, and Rainbow farted at Liang Wen.

Xuan Lan: [Wenwen, your Weibo followers are growing so fast! 】

Feng Qianqian: [Yes. You are a koi stamped by the grandmother of the Li nationality. A lot of people say goodbye to your Weibo. 】

Liang Wen: [This...] She was a little flustered.

Chatted with them a few more words and went to bed. I have to go to school to rehearse tomorrow.

Close your eyes, then open them again in an instant. She stroked the ring on her heart and sighed slightly.

She made her debut in a variety show, and even Xuan Lan and Feng Qianqian knew they cared about her. Ying Shunchen didn't even have a WeChat account.

Dazed, she had a dream.

She is still there. A deep valley with a gurgling stream.

Qiu Bao took the lead, holding a flashlight and leading everyone to step on the stone for the night task-to observe the frogs. Li people believe in frogs and protect them. It is said that there are more frogs in Nalai village than there are people in Nalai village.

Qu Siyang was afraid of the dark, so he held her hand tightly, and Qi Chuanchuan finally started to play a role, protecting the two of them and moving forward.

The ears were full of croaking sounds, a beam of light passed by, and a group of frogs looked at the humans who disturbed them with their bellies puffed up.

He Shiyun screamed in fright, almost hanging on Le Jun's body, her eyes were tightly closed and she dared not look at it.

Liang Wen was also a little scared, but she was used to it calmly, and there was no trace of fear on her face.

Just then, Qiu Bao's flashlight passed a crooked tree that was about to drop into the river.

Liang Wen's pupils tightened, she immediately let go of Qu Siyang's hand, and fell straight backwards.

snake!

She was not afraid of anything in her life, but this thing.

Even the fake ones printed in books and sold at stalls made her heart tremble with fear, not to mention such a big one coiled on a tree, with two pea-eyed eyes staring at her.

She held her breath, gritted her teeth and fell back, falling straight into a warm embrace.

She opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, and Ying Shunchen's cold face entered her eyes.

…

At this moment, Liang Wen woke up with palpitations and trembling hands and feet.

At this time, a pair of long arms stretched out to hold her tightly in his arms, and a hoarse voice whispered in his ear: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Liang Wen froze.

He is back?

In the dream just now, she dreamed of him...

"Don't be afraid," Ying Shunchen stretched out his hand and patted her on the back lightly, muttering, "I'm here."

He could tell that he was sleepy, but he could still detect her nightmare in time and coax her.

Liang Wen pursed her lips, a corner of her heart collapsed.

His breath was full of his scent, and the horrible scene just now disappeared without a trace.

Liang Wen couldn't help but slipped into his arms, blushing and closed her eyes.

Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next day, the other side of the bed was icy cold.

Liang Wen sat up and was taken aback. Did she see a ghost last night? ?

He pulled on his slippers and walked out, but there was no one there.

She scratched her head and sent a wechat message to Zuo Xing.

Zuo Xing crackled and sent a long message: [Ying Shunchen is completely crazy. In order to see you, I rushed to work a few days ago to catch a flight from Lanzhou to Beijing for three hours at 6 pm yesterday, and I flew back to the film set this morning. He only slept for three hours. Hardened people can't stand such a toss. There is also horse fighting today. He wanted to do it himself, and refused to use a substitute. well! I'm waiting for him at the airport now. 】

Liang Wen bit her lip, put down her phone slowly, and sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time.

As soon as I looked up at the clock, it was time for rehearsal. He hurriedly washed and tidied up, gnawed a piece of bread in his mouth and rushed to school.

Along the way, many people took pictures of her.

Liang Wen waved her hands and smiled, and rushed straight to the rehearsal room without stopping.

Fortunately, she arrived in time, and everyone paid her attention.

Fang Jian winked at her.

Liang Wen: "..."

Mei Zhou called for the rehearsal to begin. This week, the main rehearsal is the first scene of the second act of "Maiko": the sad dance before the funeral.

King Nanling died of illness, and the crown prince ascended the throne. The new king ordered the childless concubines to be buried collectively. Li'er performed a mournful dance before the memorial ceremony, and took away the soul of the new king. The new king pardoned Li'er on the spot.

Liang Wen adjusted her breathing and entered the state.

The A-corner who plays the role of Prince Nanling is called Su Zhen. His eyes are very distinctive, and the corners of his eyes are slightly hanging. At first glance, he looks a bit like a mysterious mask of Sanxingdui. It is said that this person is also a newcomer that Mei Zhou dug out from somewhere.

In order to create an atmosphere, white cloth strips were hung in today's rehearsal room, symbolizing the solemn and solemn funeral.

The group of dancers all wore white long-sleeved costumes, playing the roles of concubines who were about to be buried. Sorrowful and sad, the concubines were crawling on the ground pitifully, and a group of eunuchs stared at them. Struggling, pushing, reprimanding, beating, until finally accepting fate, no one can escape the mercy of fate.

Liang Wen was caught in the group dance, her shoulders drooped, her hands drooped, and her face looked sad. This mournful look was not for the cruel Nanling King, but for himself. If possible, she would rather have her feet broken and her face ruined than be buried in the imperial tomb of Nanling Kingdom.

At this time, the Prince of Nanling, oh no, the new king of Nanling walked to the ceremony with haughty steps. His father passed away, but the corners of his raised mouth betrayed him. Now he is the king, he can do whatever he wants, and no one dares to criticize him. So, why cry? What mourning?

He stepped forward and pulled out a concubine, dragged her arms and danced, but the concubine stood there dumbfounded with horror on her face. The new king kicked him in a rage. Then he stepped forward and pulled out another one, making her jump and laugh. The concubine trembled and couldn't even stand steadily, and the new king was angry again, ordering the **** to be given poisoned wine to die.

Su Zhen has super expressive ability, vividly expressing the mania and cruelty of the new king.

He stepped forward and dragged Liang Wen out, and also grabbed her arms, asking her to dance for him.

Su Zhen's talk really hurt Liang Wen. Following this feeling, she staggered two steps and stood in the center of the stage. Anyway, after death, the last dance is not a mourning dance for the old king, nor a congratulatory dance for the new king, but for himself.

Mei Zhou stared at Liang Wen, watching her turn around, spin, and take off. She was full of emotion and infectious, and the worry in her heart disappeared.

After Cheng Jiaozhi entered the showbiz before, her heart was in a mess. No matter how dance drama is, it will never reach the peak state before. Later, he had no choice but to temporarily change the female dancer.

Looking at Liang Wen now, it seems that she participated in a variety show last weekend was just a vacation, and it didn't affect her at all.

Good. This girl knows the seriousness.

After Liang Wen's solo dance, the morning rehearsal is temporarily over.

Su Zhen squinted her eyes, Liang Wen looked weak and boneless, delicate and powerless, but when she danced, she radiated light and shone brightly, with an indescribable taste. According to my cousin Cheng Jiaozhi, this girl is a newcomer signed by her manager. When the cousin mentioned this girl, her tone was inevitably a little sour. She thought that she would be the last artist that the manager promoted. Didn't expect there to be a successor.

Fang Jian leaned in front of Liang Wen and asked for credit: "Wenwen, "My Village" has posted a total of 30,000 bullet screens as of last night, and I contributed more than 300, accounting for 1%."

Liang Wen; "And then?"

"Not only did I contribute the amount, but I also scolded your black fans so badly that I wish I could scold them in the face with the crawling line." Fang Jian was serious, "Just for this, isn't it worth a meal?"

Pei Yu smiled and said, "Fang Jian, for a meal, if your paparazzi catches you and becomes Wenwen's rumored boyfriend, aren't you afraid that her loyal fans will come over and break your leg?"

Fang Jiante was shameless, "I'm not bad at this. Why do they look down on me?"

Liang Wen rolled his eyes at him, "I don't like it!"

Fang Jian: "..."

Liang Wen stood up, "I have an appointment with a friend for dinner. See you this afternoon."

Fang Jian shouted, "Wait!"

He ran to the side and took out a mask from his bag, "Put it on. Don't be photographed."

Liang Wen paused, took it over and put it on.

"If you eat with an old man, Yuji will say that you hug the patron's father's thigh, and if you eat with a young man, they will say that you keep a puppy."

Liang Wen smiled, "What if I have dinner with girls?"

Fang Jian: "Say you look haggard and find someone to complain about. If you have a poisonous mouth, you will even say that you are lesbian."

Liang Wen: "..."

***

Liang Wen walked out of the school with her head down. She had a dinner appointment with Xuan Lan and Feng Qianqian last night.

After entering a tea restaurant and turning into a private room, the two of them were already waiting for her inside.

Xuan Lan quickly closed the door, excitedly hugging Liang Wen and jumping up and down.

"..." Liang Wen: This girl is always full of energy.

Feng Qianqian pulled Xuan Lan away, "Wenwen has been tired all morning, let her sit down quickly."

Xuan Lan hurriedly pulled Liang Wen to sit down, and vowed, "Wen Bao is the person I love the most besides my husband."

Feng Qianqian let out a chuckle, "I heard that Ying Shunchen is filming a new movie now, it's really rare that you can give up chasing the scene and come to have dinner with Wenwen."

Xuan Lan waved her hand, "I've already made an appointment with my sister to broadcast live for me. It's the same."

As soon as the words fell, Xuan Lan's WeChat message rang.

She quickly clicked in, and there was a shout from inside, "Xuan Lan, look at our husband's riding posture. He's so handsome."

Xuan Lan immediately clutched her chest, "Oh my god. My husband is handsome."

Liang Wen sat up straight, poured herself a glass of water, and kept her eyes fixed.

Xuan Lan was infatuated for a while, then suddenly patted her head, and put the phone in front of Liang Wen, "Let's watch together. I even forgot that you are also a subject."

"..." Liang Wen: All right.

In the video, the view is full of the scorching yellow desert, and a group of people in the distance are riding horses, stepping on the sand and fighting for melee.

Liang Wen tilted her head, "Xuan Lan, can you tell which one is him?"

Xuan Lan clicked his tongue twice, "I was the first group of fans of my minister, even if my minister showed a hand, I can tell it at a glance."

She pointed to someone wearing a helmet inside, "That's him!"

Liang Wen narrowed her eyes, looked at it for a long time, and said, "I didn't see it."

Feng Qianqian almost fainted from laughter, "Okay. Xuan Lan, don't lick the screen, today is mainly to celebrate the success of Wenwen's first variety show."

Xuan Lan heard, "Yes, yes."

Liang Wen watched her put away her phone: "..."

"Oh, that's right. Someone posted a screenshot of the video of you being pushed into the bamboo pole by He Shiyun and posted it online. Many people went to her Weibo to scold." Feng Qianqian opened Weibo and showed it to Liang Wen.

really. He Shiyun was chased and scolded by a group of people on Weibo.

Xuan Lan glanced at it, and said with great experience: "This is her black fan pretending to be your fan and scolding her."

Liang Wen pursed her lips, "I'm taking the blame."

Even with her thousands of fans on Weibo, she can't make up so many scolding accounts. He Shiyun herself took the black and red route. Since her debut, she has dated too many male stars. The fans of those male celebrities hate her the most, and whenever there is a trouble, they will go to her Weibo to scold her.

Feng Qianqian said worriedly: "You will be doing a show with her next week. I'm afraid she will..."

Liang Wen said with a smile: "She did something wrong, could it be that she blamed me instead? It's okay."

Xuan Lan: "Yes. Don't be afraid of her."

At this moment, someone suddenly pushed open the door of the private room.

Xuan Lan subconsciously covered Liang Wen's face, turned around and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Through her fingers, Liang Wen saw a man pushing another man wearing a mask into the private room.

There was a thump in her heart, and a message floated up in the depths of her memory.

This man's name is Feng Sihan, and in the original book, it seems that he has a little meaning for the original owner. But at that time, the original owner's mind was divided into two halves, one half was on Ying Shunchen, the other half was on Xi Jiameng, and the other half was in his heart. It was because Xi Jiameng teased her out of boredom that she remembered such a person.

"Hand over your phone." Feng Sihan slapped the masked man **** the back with his elbow.

Feng Qianqian stood up with a whoosh, "Brother, why are you here?"

"???" Liang Wen: What the hell? Feng Sihan also has a younger sister, Feng Qianqian? Such a coincidence?

Feng Sihan's eyes glanced at Liang Wen, "This man secretly took pictures of you. I caught him."

Xuan Lan breathed a sigh of relief, and put down her hands, "So it's my own."

Feng Sihan reached out and took out his mobile phone from the masked man's arms.

Xuan Lan snatched it, tapped it, and pulled the masked man's finger to turn on the phone.

"Damn. There are so many sneak shots. Wenwen, you've been taking sneak shots since you left the rehearsal room."

Feng Qianqian didn't seem to know that her brother had a crush on Liang Wen.

She took Liang Wen's hand and introduced: "Brother, this is Liang Wen. A star alumnus of our dance academy and a future actress. Wenwen, this is my brother, Feng Sihan."

Liang Wen blushed when she was praised. But is it such a coincidence?

"I know," Feng Sihan said, "I saw the hot searches on Weibo these days."

Feng Qianqian opened her mouth wide, "Brother, you never read entertainment news."

Feng Sihan paused, "Delete the photo quickly. I still have something to do."

Xuan Lan is the best at doing this kind of thing. He deleted the photos all over the place. He didn’t forget to take off the mask of the man in the mask. After taking a wild picture of him, “I remember your face. Give me Be careful. Get out!"

The man in the mask panicked, pushed Feng Sihan away and ran away.

Liang Wen looked at him fixedly, "Thank you."

Naturally, it was not a coincidence that Feng Sihan ran into the masked man secretly taking pictures. He heard his sister chatting yesterday that Liang Wen would go to the dance academy to rehearse today, so he ran over early in the morning. Then he followed.

He said indifferently: "I just happened to meet. You are welcome."

Liang Wen smiled and said, "No matter what, thank you."

Feng Sihan nodded invisibly, "Qianqian, go home early if you have nothing to do. You will be going to work in a few days."

Feng Qianqian pouted, "I know, I know."

After Feng Sihan left, Xuan Lan clicked her tongue and said, "Qianqian, your brother looks good."

"I would like to introduce you, but unfortunately my brother has a white moonlight. Introducing you is harming you. Forget it."

Liang Wen focused on eating and didn't get involved in this kind of topic.

Xuan Lan glanced at her, and said in a drawn out voice, "Wenbao~~~~"

Liang Wen shivered, "Why?"

"You know!" Xuan Lan said coquettishly.

Liang Wen pursed her lips, pretending to be cruel, "That's my husband!"

Xuan Lan blinked, "I know."

"..." Liang Wen: This husband is not that husband.

"The next time you see him, you will definitely need someone with a bag. I am the most suitable." Xuan Lan's winding skills are top-notch.

Liang Wen was dizzy from her shaking, "Let's talk again."

Xuan Lan happily kissed Liang Wen.

"..." Liang Wen: I don't know why, but Xuan Lan feels like a male version of Qi Chuanchuan.

After lunch, Liang Wen quickly returned to the rehearsal room wearing a mask and lowering her head.

In the afternoon, rehearse the second act of the second scene: the selection of the new king.

Sure enough, Su Zhen was Mei Zhou's newcomer. He expressed the character's ruthlessness, brutality, and licentiousness quite well. By the way, he also brought Liang Wen into the narrative mood well. The rehearsal in the afternoon was quite smooth.

Xi Jiameng withdrew from Li'er's B role and was replaced by a girl named Xu Ying from before. The B corners of Xu Ying and Xinwang also went through the action today.

This Xu Ying was two years older than Liang Wen, but her posture was very low. As soon as I have time, I humbly ask Liang Wen for advice on the essentials of movement.

Liang Wen is also willing to guide, without airs at all. The two get along very well.

Seeing this, Mei Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

After the rehearsal, Liang Wen had just returned home when Luo Hang called.

"My informant told me that in another hour, your father will participate in a live broadcast."

Liang Wen's face darkened, "Is it reliable?"

Luo Hang: "Reliable."

"He didn't get money from me, he found a way to make money by himself."

"I tried to contact your father, but his phone was turned off."

Liang Wen rubbed the bridge of her nose, "I can't stop this matter. Let him go."

Luo Hang paused, "He is your father after all, and it's better to avoid privacy issues as much as possible."

Liang Wen laughed, "The Princess of England also has a father who likes to break the news."

***

Studio.

It was the first time for Zhan Qinghe to enter this kind of place, and all the cubicles were filled with young girls who were internet celebrities. He clicked his tongue twice, if he was dozens of years younger, with his face and the ability to chat with anyone half the time, he would have to be an Internet celebrity, right?

Ji Xuan caught a glimpse of Zhan Qinghe's face, and said with a half-smile, "Brother Zhan, are you interested? How about trying to be an anchor?"

Ji Xuan is the boss of this live broadcasting company. He is very young, and he is a big resource master who has mastered hundreds of online celebrity fried chicken. Today, condescending to bring Zhan Qinghe to do a live broadcast, it was entrusted by others, so naturally he had to coax him.

Zhan Qinghe rolled his eyes at him, "How much can you give?"

Ji Xuan laughed, and pointed to the live broadcast room numbered 201 next to it, "The one in there doesn't know anything. He eats only on his face, and he can get 50,000 yuan from me every month."

Zhan Qinghe's eyes widened instantly, but he felt that he would be looked down upon by the other party, so he snorted coldly, "It's okay."

Ji Xuan didn't take it seriously, and then pointed to room 202 next door, "The one in there has a top-notch singing skill, and if he's tall, he can get by with a filter, and if he sings a few songs for the little brothers every day, he can earn more than a dozen from me in a month." Ten thousand."

When Zhan Qinghe heard it, he immediately felt itchy, "Why don't you pack me up too? When I was young, I wasn't bragging. I was so handsome that I received love letters and received soft hands. You can tell how good my genes are just by looking at my daughter's appearance." .”

Ji Xuan laughed, "As long as Mr. Zhan reveals all your daughter's scandals tonight, I can consider packaging you as a yuppie uncle, and take a long journey to see the effect."

Zhan Qinghe was elated for three seconds. Thinking of the serious business, he suddenly stopped laughing, took out two boxes of medicines that looked like counterfeit and shoddy products from his handbag, and said, "Don't worry. I'll sell them first."

"??!" Ji Xuan: I'm so stupid, what kind of show operation is this?

Zhan Qinghe was serious, "It's too rough to gossip, you need to add some advertisements to be effective."

Looking at Zhan Qinghe who sold his daughter and sold fake medicines without delay, Ji Xuan felt for the first time that he was still too young.

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