"Ms. Yan Caidi, may I ask, why didn't you go to the set this morning? You didn't leave the hotel this morning either. What happened to you?" the reporter asked.
Yan Caidi was depressed for a moment, and then said: "You have to know, it's my first time making a movie, and it's also the first time for several of my friends, so last night, we all drank some wine, so,
We were all drunk."
The reporter immediately asked: "As far as I know, you live with a man, so you are all drunk. Did something happen?"
"You are sick. There are so many women. If something like what you said happened, do you think I still have the energy to stand here now?" Peng Liang said angrily.
The women had very embarrassed expressions on their faces and glared at Peng Liang. The reporter was excited and put the microphone in front of Peng Liang: "Then you mean that nothing happened to you last night.
But you really want something to happen?"
"Nonsense, as a man, if I don't have that idea, then am I still a man?" Peng Liang said very proudly.
This is the first time that the reporter has seen such a cooperative person. In the past, when they were interviewing, people would always push back and forth, but Peng Liang is better, he swears profusely, and can talk about anything...
After asking various questions, Peng Liang finally became impatient: "Are you done? It's time for me to eat."
The reporter was in such a mood. The man who was so easy to talk to just now turned his back and stopped recognizing others. He wanted to say something more, but Peng Liang grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.
"Master, isn't it nice of you to be like this?" Yan Caidi said: "Although I didn't read yesterday's newspaper, I know that it definitely didn't say anything good about you. If you act like this today, then he might write something random.
What is it?"
Peng Liang said nonchalantly: "Does that have anything to do with me? No matter how much he writes, it has nothing to do with me? I'm not in the entertainment industry, and I don't need any good comments or anything.
Yes, this time I’m filming a movie, I’m just hanging out with you guys.”
Yan Caidi felt depressed for a while, but she also knew that Peng Liang was only as good as this, and it was useless to say anything else, so she just shut up and ate.
The girls were very enthusiastic and ate very fast today, which made Peng Liang a little uncomfortable for a while.
"Can you eat quickly? We are all waiting for you alone." Liuxu urged Peng Liang.
Peng Liang said calmly: "Don't be in a hurry, chew carefully and slowly. Otherwise, it will be bad for your stomach."
"Do you have stomach problems? Even if you don't eat every day, there won't be problems, right? Your physical fitness has completely exceeded the range that a human being should have." Zhao Xueting said.
Peng Liang said calmly: "I don't know if my stomach will hurt if I don't eat every day, but I know that I will probably die."
"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. Hurry up and eat."
Peng Liang felt helpless for a moment, continued to eat, and then asked: "Should we change to a hotel tonight? Isn't this hotel too disabled? They often let reporters in."
Yan Caidi smiled bitterly: "This hotel is already quite good. My reputation is too great. I once encountered a not-so-good hotel, but more than three hundred reporters were let in. I really did it."
I don’t understand, where did these reporters come from, all the reporters in the whole city? Logically speaking, each newspaper only needs one reporter? There are more than 300 people at once..."
"Calm down, calm down, this is a good thing. Those third-rate stars can't get this kind of treatment even if they want it." Peng Liang said.
"Stop talking nonsense and eat." Zhao Yunxing tapped Peng Liang on the head with his fleshy little hand.
Peng Liang had a dark face and put his hand on Zhao Yunxing's little head: "Smelly girl, have you forgotten who I am? How dare you hit me on the head?"
"Moms, help, dad is going to hit someone." Zhao Yunxing, a ghost girl, immediately went to others to call for help.
Peng Liang couldn't help but sigh, this girl was born to be an actress, her two pairs of little eyes were watery, as if she could cry at any time, a group of women became overflowing with love, and kept scolding Peng Liang,
Or he pinched Peng Liang's body twice, making Peng Liang dumbfounded.
The group of women's attack on Peng Liang lasted for three minutes before stopping. Peng Liang was almost choked by the group of women. At this time, Zhao Yunxing glanced at Peng Liang provocatively: "Don't think you are my father.
You can hit me as you like, and I have many, many, many mothers who will help me beat you."
㊣(4) After hearing this, Peng Liang felt like this. When did he hit her? The conscience of heaven and earth.
Next, Peng Liang was surrounded by ten women. Peng Liang almost collapsed. Isn't it just that he was a little slow in eating? How can he eat when surrounded by such a group of beautiful women?
"If you look at me like this, I will be shy." Peng Liang said coquettishly.
"Ugh~"
"Ugh~"
"Ugh~"
…………
The women started retching, and Peng Liang burst into laughter.
However, Peng Liang's laughter soon couldn't last because he found that the eyes of these women had a hint of murderous intent. Peng Liang swallowed hard. Are these women's dreams of stardom so exaggerated?
Can't wait a few more minutes? Peng Liang resisted all kinds of pressure and resolved the battle within thirty seconds. Only then did the women give Peng Liang a smile.
Before Peng Liang had time to take a sip of water, he was violently dragged out by this group of women. When he walked outside, Peng Liang found that the group of women finally stopped making trouble. It seemed that these women were more concerned about their image.
, Peng Liang could finally feel proud. He was sure that these women would not mess around with him outside, so he walked out with rogue steps, one step at a time.
There seemed to be some sparks in the eyes of this group of women, but Peng Liang still went his own way, but there was nothing these women could do to Peng Liang. Peng Liang was so happy, shaking his head, so uncomfortable and carefree.
.
When Peng Liang stood in front of the car door, sweat appeared on Peng Liang's forehead. Yan Ruyu actually assembled a large car, which was enough for a dozen of them, and there was no driver. Peng Liang could already imagine that.
After getting in the car, you will definitely suffer revenge from them.
"My dear, hurry up and get in the car." The smile on Yan Ruyu's face was so sweet, but to Peng Liang, this smile, for some reason, always felt like a devil's smile.