A Walk-on Actor Who Wants to Be A Baker

Chapter 7

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The next day, there was a traffic jam on the way to the studio. When Fang Qiao arrived, quite a few people had already arrived. I greeted a few familiar crew members, and found that everyone looked at him today not quite right.

Fang Qiao was wondering, and walked to the door of the lounge, and found that the door was open, and a group of people were sitting inside, chatting and gossiping.

"... I heard it was posted on Mr. Lu to ask Mr. Lu to fuck him, tsk tsk tsk."

"God, this is too shameless, how can it be done?"

"These days, even the little ones who are a little bit pretty want to climb up."

"Fortunately, Boss Lu doesn't like this at all. He pushed him away and said that he already has Han Jiayue in his heart."

"Wow, I didn't expect Boss Lu to be so dedicated."

"But Fang Qiao doesn't look like this kind of person..."

"Oh, there's no one in the entertainment circle, everyone can pretend to be on the surface, right?"

Fang Qiao stood outside the door and listened for a while, and suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar.

Why did such rumors spread as soon as I met Lu Yanzhou? Does he look so much like a bed crawler? ah? !

Well, he really is a bed climber.

But what happened to Lu Yanzhou? How did they say that he became an affectionate man who was loyal to his feelings? What kind of eyes do they all have!

Fang Qiao was very unbalanced about this, and didn't care where these rumors came from. After all, knowing it was useless, and there was no way to curb its rapid spread.

Sure enough, it wasn't until the afternoon, and the whole crew looked at Fang Qiao in the wrong way, including Han Jiayue of course.

Han Jiayue's heart was very complicated, the little vixen hadn't been resolved that day, and another one appeared, and he couldn't help but feel that the money owner's little love is not easy to be.

In the afternoon, there was a scene in which the servant played by Fang Qiao served tea to the young master played by Han Jiayue.

Fang Qiao took the warm water prepared by the bowl and props group, and passed it according to the script. As soon as the tea was brought to his hand, Han Jiayue waved his hand, and even the tea bowl touched the ground, and the water spilled all over his body.

The director hurriedly yelled to stop, and the crew gathered around to check the situation.

Han Jiayue bit his lower lip, his big eyes were full of water, he stood up unsteadily from the chair, and said pitifully, "It's okay, Xiao Qiao definitely didn't do it on purpose."

Fang Qiao froze, this is too fake! It's not me who did it!

However, even if it was so obvious, no one at the scene stood up to say a word for him, and everyone's eyes were a little... expectant.

Everyone: It's started, Zheng Gong and the shameless mistress are going to start tearing each other up, no, it's time to tear up dicks.

At this time, Han Jiayue's little assistant conjured up a pack of ice cubes in a timely manner, and put it on Han Jiayue's hands: "Ah, the boiling water is so hot that your skin is red. Do you want to go to the hospital? What should I do if I get burned?"

In the winter, Han Jiayue was frozen by the ice and shook a little. He looked even more pitiful, but he still didn't forget the Holy Mother said: "It's not that serious, you can't delay the filming progress because of me alone, Xiao Qiao will blame herself .”

Fang Qiao: "..." I don't blame myself!

The director at the side actually had a clear mind, but if he didn't follow the actor's wishes, he might really have to suspend the shooting, so he stood up and acted as a peacemaker: "Jia Yue, go and change your wet clothes and rest for a while. "

Then he turned to Fang Qiao and said, "You also changed your clothes, so don't come here from tomorrow on."

Fang Qiao: "..."

Han Jiayue clapped his hands contentedly and went back to the lounge, quickly threw off the ice pack, and called Lu Yanzhou aggrievedly.

Fang Qiao knew that what he said was useless, so he simply changed his clothes and left the set without stopping for a moment. Before leaving, he looked back at the place where he had worked for a month, and shook his head. Lu Yanzhou didn't lose his job in Lu Yanzhou's hands.

Just as he was thinking about it, the phone in his pocket rang. It was the manager who hadn't heard from him for a month.

"Fang Qiao, I heard that your Republic of China drama will be finished in a few days. You finish the drama first, and then I will arrange for you to show your face on two variety shows, and a small charity party..."

"Brother Xiang, did you hit the wrong person?"

"It's nothing, Fang Qiao. Recently, the company values you as an all-round artist and wants to cultivate them well."

Fang Qiao was in a mess, and deeply doubted whether he had traveled to a parallel dimension.

"Oh, by the way, Fang Qiao, the company hired a yoga teacher for you, and I have time to attend classes."

"Why are you taking yoga classes?"

"I don't know. Mr. Lu specially ordered that your waist flexibility is not very good and needs to be practiced."

"..."

Until the end of the call, Fang Qiao did not recover from the shock.

Until the director's gentle call came from behind:

"Fang Qiao, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and come in and film."

"???"

Sure enough, he must have crossed over.