Disaster Artist

Wei Dongmang was a little curious.

He knew that the current atmosphere was tense, and the situation was very anxious. He should not look around, nor should he watch the show. Such an attitude is wrong.

But he just couldn't help it.

Because the director exudes a kind of comfort and ease from top to bottom, the scene is full of stormy waves, but in front of the director it looks beautiful and sunny.

Mood, a little strange.

Wei Dongmang's attention was not on Tao Ran, but on the director. He secretly observed the director's expression, and then noticed the director's eyes.

It's like... looking at something, looking forward to something.

So, what is it?

Wei Dongmang followed the director's line of sight and looked at the rest of the coffee house, but, finding nothing, the entire coffee house seemed very normal:

The line of sight is surging, and if there is a vague look around them, no one dares to openly wait and see, more or less guilty, and sneakily divert their eyes.

You can also see a girl hiding her mobile phone under her armpit and secretly filming the whole process, but her gaze exaggeratedly pretended to look at the ceiling, and the whole awkward posture seemed to be doing yoga.

Such an action should be slightly better than "there is no silver 300 taels here".

Wei Dongmang couldn't control his curiosity, so what kind of world did the director see in his eyes?

With the same picture and the same scene, can the director capture details that are different from his own? It's like facing the plight of Tao Ran's sudden trouble.

When it suddenly happened, Wei Dongmang was uncontrollably nervous, his palms were sweating and his heart was beating like a drum, but as things went on, he calmed down inexplicably, and now there is even a leisurely look at the coffee house, Tao Ran a The big living man was standing beside him, but he didn't get in the way at all.

Um?

That person, it seems a little strange, why is he lining up so seriously?

Originally, it was very normal to queue up for takeaways in the coffee house, every day, but the problem is that now the queues move very, very slowly.

Although the staff has resumed work, everyone's attention is on the drama of Lu Qian and Tao Ran, not to mention the staff, even they themselves are dawdling, and from time to time they sneak a few glances. Eyes, one or two are not willing to miss the gossip.

The process will naturally slow down.

There were a few impatient white-collar workers. After complaining, the people in front of them gave up their seats and asked them to order first and then leave. The scene was unprecedentedly harmonious.

Among them, there is only one exception.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt, carrying a black satchel, was looking down at his mobile phone. He didn't pay attention to the gossip that was going on here, and he didn't urge the queue to move forward quickly.

In daily life, this is not uncommon at all. Now everyone is like this. Everyone is focused on their mobile phones. In any public place, if you look at a blockbuster, you will bow your head.

However, in the eyes of a crowd of gossip and stuffed into an unmoved bowing party, the picture is a little strange.

So, what is he looking at?

Could something major be happening on the social network?

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught the director's movements, and Wei Dongmang looked back again.

Lu Qian raised his jaw slightly, as if he had discovered something interesting, and the expression between his eyebrows became lighter, showing a look of sudden realization.

"So, you forced me to submit in this way?"

What?

What and what?

What Tao Ran said just now, why can't Lu Qian's answer be connected with Tao Ran's words?

Don't say Wei Dongmang, even Tao Ran is confused, "Director, what are you talking about?"

Lu Qian raised his chin and gestured in a direction, "I'm talking about that paparazzi, don't think you're wearing a vest, I don't know you anymore."

"Deceiving Kangxi"

Paparazzi?

What paparazzi?

Tao Ran was a little flustered, her voice trembling slightly, "Director, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

At this time, Tao Ran was completely panicked, without attacking or defending, and with a hurried response, he could feel his retreat.

Wei Dongmang followed Lu Qian's gesture and looked over. Did the director mean the girl who was secretly filming under the armpit? Is she a paparazzi?

Lu Qian was slow and slow, and he was not in a hurry to stand up and expose the paparazzi.

"You followed me to the coffee house, apologized to me in front of the public and watched, and then notified the paparazzi to come and take pictures, so that you can create stories according to your ideas, and the paparazzi can also get exclusives, a win-win situation. "

"If I accept the apology, whether I give you the chance to audition or not, whether I give you this role or not, at the level of public opinion, you have already stood on the moral high ground."

"If I refuse to apologize, then... I'm the devil."

Speaking of this, Lu Qian even shrugged his shoulders lightly, his face relaxed, as if he was discussing how good the weather is today.

"So, the apology is a trap, and the follow-up is the focus. The key is never my reaction."

"How? Is my analysis correct?"

It turned out that behind the scenes, it was not the broker, but the paparazzi.

The agent's words at least show that there is some sincerity in the apology. Once there is a problem, the agent can always come out to settle things, but now the answer is finally revealed:

Why did the broker never show up.

Everything is a trap.

After speaking, Lu Qian even picked up the hot cocoa and took a slow sip.

Tao Ran, the body is stiff like this~www.readwn.com~ No! "

not like this.

Tao Ran tried to deny it, tried to stop it, but the voice got stuck in his throat, and before his brain could turn around, things went out of control in a hurricane.

Whoosh!

The wind is coming.

Wei Dongmang reflexively turned his head to look around again, looking for the paparazzi, but before he could find it, someone was already rushing out beside him.

It's Ling Xiao!

Actions are faster than words.

"you!"

Ling Xiao shouted angrily, strode forward, and rushed towards the takeaway team like a hungry tiger rushing towards food.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Dongmang watched as Ling Xiao grabbed the shoulders of the plaid shirt bower, without even giving the opponent a chance to defend himself, he fell over the shoulder without hesitation and knocked him down.

heh!

The whole place sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Are you crazy?"

"I'm not!"

"What's wrong with you?"

The plaid shirt and Ling Xiao were entangled.

The scene was once chaotic.

Wei Dongmang was shocked, it was him! But...is it really him?

Without any further hesitation, Ling Xiao had already gained the upper hand, pressing the neck of the plaid shirt with his knees, and ripping at the man's backpack in the chaos.

Whispering.

The hidden camera just fell out.

turn out to be!

It's really him!

Plaid shirts are really paparazzi!

Stunned!

The whole coffee house was stunned.

how is this possible?

conspiracy!

It turns out that all this is a conspiracy, not a conspiracy, but a conspiracy that is step by step, interlocking, and preparing to kill Lu Qian!

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