Since the incident that day, Song Qingmo was assigned to be Wen Zhiling's assistant. He had no objection, but it was a lot of trouble to be on the front line.
"Song Qingmo, come get me some water!" Wen Zhiling had been filming on set for the past few days, and Song Qingmo, his assistant, was even busier and more resentful. Wen Zhiling twisted his neck, looking at Song Qingmo with a look of displeasure as he came towards him with a thermos cup in his empty eyes.
The role he played was the male lead in a fairy tale drama, and his appearance was like that of a sage, which caused him to have to wear three layers of cheap clothes inside and outside, which was very troublesome. Although it was gorgeous, it was gorgeous.
"Master Wen, here's some water." Song Qingmo bowed slightly, and Gu Bo calmly handed the water over. Wen Zhiling's attitude towards him was lukewarm, although he still had to deal with Xi Nan. But he didn't care.
As he passed the water over, he saw Wen Zhiling's hand touch the paper cup, but the cup still fell to the ground, splashing water all over Wen Zhiling's clothes. "Ah, costumes!" Wen Zhiling said loudly, attracting the attention of the crew. They whispered to each other.
Song Qingmo bent down to wipe the water clean and picked up the cup. The surrounding discussions were undoubtedly about him being clumsy and wasting their precious time.
Someone came forward to check on Wen Zhiling, noticing that his voice had changed noticeably after his costume got wet. After cleaning up, he stood up, his vision blurring, and even when he looked closely at the person in front of him, he couldn't make out their face.
The director was somewhat resentful towards Wen Zhiling, mainly because his assistant was too stupid. It would have been fine if it was just a small action, but now Wen Zhiling's wet clothes had taken a lot of time to embroider, so the scene could not be filmed.
Wen Zhiling was invested by the investors, and he can't vent his anger. Can't he deal with this assistant?
"I'm talking to you, don't you understand what I'm saying?"
"And this dress, I spent a lot of money on it. You have to take responsibility for the trouble you caused. Be prepared to pay for it." The director said as he poked Song Qingmo with the manuscript in his hand.
The haze in Song Qingmo's eyes dissipated, and he could clearly hear what the director was saying. He was alone and penniless. Even if it wasn't his fault, this matter was still being pinned on him. He pursed his lips, thinking that Wen Zhiling's tricks were really childish.
Can't just say that I don't have money... Song Qingmo bit the soft meat in his mouth with his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, director, I will compensate you."
The director didn't believe it. "You're a sickly person, you look like a dead person every day, who would believe you?"
This annoyed Song Qingmo. He was sick. He couldn't accept compensation, and he couldn't refuse compensation. He was crazy.
He clenched his fists, trying to calm his anger and resist the urge to roll his eyes. He smirked and said, "So what do you want to do?"
The director looked at Song Qingmo with contempt from top to bottom. After a closer look, he found that Song Qingmo's foundation was not bad, not as good as...
"Director Liu, don't be angry. I'll pay for the day's expenses." Seeing that Director Liu still looked unhappy, Wen Zhiling said, "I'll make up for the missed scenes."
Director Liu's thoughts were interrupted, and he withdrew his gaze from Song Qingmo, his mood turning from cheerful to gloomy. "Okay, that's all for your scenes today. Everyone else should start preparing for the back and front scenes."
Everyone around them scattered.
Song Qingmo glanced at Wen Zhiling with a strange look on his face, not understanding why he was doing this. He didn't need any hypocritical help.
Wen Zhiling ignored him and went to the cubicle to change clothes. He asked Song Qingmo to wait at the door of the changing room.
Alas... After several days of frequent sighing, Song Qingmo bent over and stared at the ground. He didn't give up and raised his right hand, focusing on his fingers. His five fingers didn't respond and drooped weakly. He tried again and again, but finally had to give up.
As soon as Wen Zhiling came out, he saw Song Qingmo staring at his own hand with red eyes. He walked over and said with a smile: "Oh, isn't this hand broken? Tsk tsk, how pitiful! Your hand is much worse than mine. Heng Shi was really cruel, but don't blame him, he just loves me too much."
Seeing that Song Qingmo said nothing about his provocation and became like a wooden statue again, Wen Zhiling stood in front of him and blocked him in the corner.
"I paid you back over fifty thousand. Now you have no money, right? What can you do? Young Master Song, who used to be so arrogant and domineering, has fallen into such a state of desolation. It's pitiful and lamentable."
Song Qingmo didn't even look at the person and replied, "Boss Mu placed me by your side, but didn't ask me to do anything else. As for the money, you can ask Boss Mu to reimburse you."
"How naive! Do you think Hengshi believes me or you? Do you think he will help you? You have been enemies since those days at No. 1 Middle School. You are still thinking about him when something happened. How stupid... You might as well beg me, and I will show mercy and let you go." Wen Zhiling said in a sarcastic tone, and then changed the subject.
The topic is quite speechless. In the current situation, Mu Hengshi and he are both responsible, yet he still says these things shamelessly.
He didn't want to talk anymore, so he just kept his mouth shut. Wen Zhiling didn't have the consciousness of hurting anyone, "How is it?"
"Ha," Wen Zhiling let go of Song Qingmo's hand and turned to walk forward. Song Qingmo followed Wen Zhiling step by step.
Arriving at the villa, Song Qingmo felt a mixture of emotions. This place held so many fond memories, but now it had become a prison for him. Mu Hengshi still let him live here. He tried to avoid Mu Hengshi as much as possible. His hand was broken, so he no longer had to clean. The divorce papers were in place, and all that was left was the expiration of the contract. He would avoid Mu Hengshi if possible.
Wen Zhiling got out of the car first. No matter how reluctant he was, he had no choice but to go in and out.
When I got back at noon, the sunlight was so bright that it hurt my eyes.
Song Qingmo was stunned for a moment upon entering, then walked towards the nanny's room as if nothing had happened. Not far away, Wen Zhiling was chatting affectionately with Mu Hengshi.
Unexpectedly, that person came back at noon. Song Qingmo thought to himself, what bad luck. Not long after he left, his name was called from behind.
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