Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 814: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (27)

Song Yuesheng was in a very good mood.

At least it’s not that kind of fatal noise.

She nodded at him politely and distantly: "Mr. Fu."

It's also a greeting.

Just as I turned around to go into the cubicle to change clothes, my wrist was suddenly clamped by a hot hand.

The moment my back hit the wall, the aura of Fu Yunzhi pressed down on me like an overwhelming force.

"Miss Song has a very special vision," he stroked the red rope on her wrist with his fingertips, his voice was dangerously sweet, "Isn't my status enough for you to hook up with me? You ignore the one in front of you and insist on looking for that kind of small-time role?"

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly realized that she had made a wrong judgment.

She said calmly, "I have someone."

Si Shu couldn't be considered her boyfriend, so she spoke very strictly.

"Ah."

Fu Yunzhi suddenly lifted a strand of her hair, and when he leaned over, his tie brushed across her collarbone.

"You don't have it when you hook up with others, but you do with me. Miss Song, you really have a Schrodinger boyfriend."

In the closed locker room, the sound of the second hand of the wall clock moving is particularly clear.

Song Yuesheng stared at him silently for a while, then suddenly put his arms around his neck, feeling the man's momentary stiffness with satisfaction.

"Boss Fu is so angry..." Her red lips almost touched his burning earlobe, "Could it be that you fell in love with me at first sight?"

Fu Yunzhi stepped back suddenly as if he was scalded, and the tips of his ears were red enough to drip blood.

"Don't be so conceited!" He loosened his tie in embarrassment and almost knocked over the clothes hanger when he turned around. Amid the slamming of the door, his footsteps sounded so chaotic as if he was fleeing.

Song Yuesheng gently stroked her red wrist and looked at the shaking door thoughtfully.

That hot earlobe was much more honest than his tough talk.

But...how can this be considered a good fortune?

Except for Shen Zhirang who is a little different, Si Shu and Xu Yanheng basically follow the same routine, and now Fu Yunzhi comes along.

He is kind at first sight, starts chatting her up at second, is stubborn at third, and gets in bed at fourth. She makes him panic and wants to hear the truth, and then... Si Shu is like a man who clings to her to death and listens to her in everything.

The time intervals are not fixed, but generally speaking, these four processes are correct.

Oh yes.

I almost forgot there is this name "Shengsheng".

Shen Zhirang started the most troublesome thing, and now she gets nervous when she hears this name.

There are so many people in the world, this blessing could be given to anyone, why did it have to fall on her?

No.

We have to leave Haiyuan City now.

Although I earn less money in eight days, the best thing is to have no trouble.

But the director said that if the stuntman quit midway, they would ban him.

Song Yuesheng didn't want this last piece of free space to be contaminated by other things, so he had to promise to finish filming the rest of the scenes.

But eight days later, the director said there were some problems with the accounting department and it might take another two days to pay the stuntman's salary, so he was banned from leaving.

Song Yuesheng confronted the director with the Shudian Actors Regulations and national actor-related documents.

The director sneered while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "Boss Fu personally ordered that the salary of the stunt double actors be delayed. If you leave, you will be banned. You are not the only one making trouble."

The ash fell on the thick account book, and he looked extremely arrogant. "The power of the Fu family is there. If you have the ability, make them give in. Anyway, I have no money."

"it is good."

Song Yuesheng turned and left.

The director thought she was just bragging, and turned to the producer and mocked her, "These days, even a somewhat pretty stunt double can be so arrogant."

……

Song Yuesheng didn't know where Fu Yunzhi would appear, so he searched all over the Internet and posted anonymously to ask.

Finally, at nine o'clock in the evening, there was a reply:

When the refresh button was pressed for the fifth time, a reply popped up:

[Mr. Fu has been going to the Night Bar a lot lately, but why are you asking about this? ]

Song Yuesheng immediately left the hotel and turned into the shopping mall first.

Before resolving Shen Zhirang's issue, the crew was a place where she could take a breath, so she had to risk some things.

Her hurried figure was reflected in the mall windows.

Song Yuesheng grabbed a beige knitted skirt and rushed into the fitting room. When she came out, she had turned into an innocent college student - with a ponytail, no makeup, and even her nail polish was cleaned cleanly.

"My mother is still in the hospital waiting for the surgery fee..." She stood at the back door of the bar, twisting the corner of her clothes with her fingers, her voice trembling just the right amount.

The boss squinted his eyes and looked at her, then suddenly grinned: "Box 201, I'll take good care of you, so what's the medical expenses?" He patted her shoulder with a rough hand, "Remember to say you broke in by yourself."

Song Yuesheng nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, boss. You are such a good person."

The boss waved his hand, signaling the person next to him to give her the wine and tray.

When the two of them walked to the elevator, the waiter asked in confusion, "Boss, this little girl is so pure and innocent, it would be great if she was kept here. You just let her go like this?"

The boss walked away and said, "I can tell you didn't listen carefully. That girl didn't go anywhere else, but she agreed to Mr. Fu's name. It's obvious that she came just for him. If we don't satisfy her first and let her have a taste of pain, how can we take advantage of her?"

The waiter suddenly realized: "The boss is awesome!"

Song Yuesheng was holding a silver wine tray, and the metal doorplate of 201 was glowing coldly in the dark.

She took a deep breath.

"Three, two, one, Action!"

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Inside the box, the crystal chandelier cut the dim light into pieces, scattering them on the leather sofa.

Song Yuesheng used her falling hair to block her vision and glanced across the box - a champagne tower was emitting golden bubbles in the corner, and several men were hugging a girl in a miniskirt and touching her all over.

Her gaze finally settled on the trio in the corner.

Fu Yunzhi lazily sank into the sofa, his baby face looked particularly young under the neon lights, but the hostility emanating from his body made the two-meter radius a vacuum zone.

"The Shen family's funding chain has been cut off. Third brother, if you don't take action..." The man with gold-rimmed glasses lowered his voice, "I'm afraid Si Shu will get there first..."

Song Yuesheng's pupils shrank slightly.

Si Shu actually did it?

It doesn’t really matter whether she wants the salary or not.

She turned to leave, but was stopped in her tracks by a frivolous shout.

"The little beauty in the skirt~" The man in the flowered shirt shook his wine glass, "Why are you leaving just now? Where's the wine? Why don't you pour a glass of wine for Mr. Fu?"

Song Yuesheng could feel countless eyes glued to his back, like a spider web covered in honey.

These men have only one thought about the women who appear in bars and clubs: as long as they step through the door, they will automatically become objects for sexual play.

No matter what excuse you use, you won't be allowed to leave.

These men's definition of them is so simple and crude.

Song Yuesheng punched his fist.

But there are not many people here, so you can force your way out.

So, after assessing the situation around him, Song Yuesheng didn't turn around, but said timidly with a just the right tremor in his voice: "I... I didn't... I went to the wrong room... I had an appointment with a friend..."

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on Song Yuesheng's shoulder, with such force that it almost crushed her bones.

She could even smell the cologne coming from the other person's cuffs.

"Don't be in such a hurry to leave, sister..." The laughter of the man in the flowered shirt sounded like a rusty blade scraping against glass. "It's fate that we're here. Call all your friends over, it would be great to play together."

Song Yuesheng suppressed the urge to dodge immediately, then grabbed the man's arm and threw him forward, doing an over-the-shoulder throw and hitting the champagne tower hard.

The sound of the crystal glass shattering was like pressing the mute button, and the entire box suddenly became silent.

Fu Yunzhi was also attracted by the voice and looked up.

This posture...why does it look so much like her throwing him?

Tsk.

He took a big gulp of wine. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't suppress the irritation in his heart.

"Stop! You bitch—"

The man in the flowered shirt who was thrown to the ground staggered to his feet. Just as he was about to utter some obscene words, Song Yuesheng suddenly turned around and gave him a side kick.

The moment the man's abdomen caved in, he flew backwards, knocking over the wine bottles on the coffee table, which shattered to the ground with a clang.

"You fucking—"

The broken bottle exploded above the man's head.

Fu Yunzhi held the half neck of the bottle, and the amber wine flowed down his wrist with bulging veins.

"Third, Third Brother?" The man in the flowered shirt looked up in disbelief, his face covered in blood.

Fu Yunzhi walked straight towards the girl in the knitted skirt, with a terrifying storm in his eyes: "Who told you to come to a place like this dressed like this?"

His voice was so low that it seemed as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.

Song Yuesheng looked at him: "I said, I went the wrong way. I just didn't expect that Mr. Fu's friend..."

She took a half step back, forcing Fu Yunzhi to move forward.

She tilted her head to glance at the flowered shirt and laughed, "Birds of a feather flock together. It's a pity that Mr. Fu is not an actor."

Fu Yunzhi pursed his lips, his knuckles turning white from pinching: "You can't wrongly accuse me like this."

"What can I wrongly accuse Mr. Fu of?" Song Yuesheng parted her red lips, the tail end of her voice swirling nonchalantly, a hint of scarlet at the corners of her eyes like a poisoned rose.

She sneered contemptuously and turned to leave.

At this moment, Fu Yunzhi suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, with the knuckles turning white.

Song Yuesheng reacted very quickly, turned around suddenly, and kicked with his leg.

The kick was so powerful that Fu Yunzhi staggered back and fell heavily on the long carved table next to him.

The wine bottle on the table shattered, and the crisp sound of shattering was particularly harsh in the silent box.

She looked down at him, her eyes as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month: "Fu Yunzhi, your method of preventing all the actors from getting paid because of one person is rotten."

"To tell you the truth, I don't have that much empathy to care about others. You can just ban me now, there's no need to go through so many twists and turns."

The tone was as calm as if he was talking about today's weather, but it carried a chilling aura.

Song Yuesheng's current outfit is as pure as a lotus emerging from the water, but his slightly raised eyebrows, indifferent eyes, and oppressive words all reveal his fearlessness like a big boss.

Looking at her graceful back as she left, Fu Yunzhi felt a dull pain in his heart, and he didn't know whether it was the pain in the place where he was kicked or in his heart.

He endured the pain and staggered after him, his voice filled with annoyance: "Stop, I told you to stop!"

Everyone in the box was stunned and didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

The eerie silence was not broken until the red-haired man called an ambulance.

He patted Lao Wan who was hit on the head, and said with a gloating tone: "Lao Wan, you are done. Third Brother has never been so nervous about a woman."

Lao Wan's face was pale, with blood oozing from his forehead. He stammered in defense, "This... I... How would I know that she was Third Brother's woman... Even if you gave me ten guts, I wouldn't dare to do that..."

The red-haired man shook his head and said earnestly: "I think you should wait until your injury heals and find a time to apologize to the girl properly."

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