Chapter 5 My
He tried to focus on the smell of dust in his nostrils, trying to convince himself that he was just a pile of dirt.
This "death" lasted from the scorching sun to the setting sun.
During the process, I was covered in dust from the explosion, accidentally stepped on several times by extras who were rushing to move, and the corner of my clothes was run over by the camera track... My back and waist ached, and my whole body felt like it was falling apart.
After finally waiting for the director to shout "Cut! It's time to call it a day!", Wu Suowei felt as if he had been pardoned. He almost crawled up from the ground, feeling that every bone in his body was groaning.
He grinned and slowly resurrected from the cold ground like a real corpse. He rubbed his sore waist and calves that were sore from being stepped on, limped to the corner, picked up his precious old kettle, and gulped down several mouthfuls of boiled water.
Tired... Really tired... Much more tiring than blowing candy figures...
After receiving the day's labor fee, a wrinkled 150 yuan in cash, he held it tightly in his hand, feeling the sense of security brought by the tiny thickness.
One hundred and fifty is in hand...
Dinner... the chicken drumstick in the lunch box seems pretty big...
The money you need to buy plaster for getting stepped on may be saved from the master.
Persistence is victory!
At this moment, a strong and pungent smell of perfume mixed with the unique scent of powder of a mature woman suddenly rushed into Wu Suowei's nostrils.
He looked up and saw a middle-aged woman wearing a fancy sequined dress, big wavy curls, and delicate but slightly exaggerated makeup. She was twisting her waist and walking towards him with a smile, looking at his face and body unscrupulously.
"Oh, young man~" the woman spoke, her voice drawn out in a deliberately drawn-out tone, giving Wu Suowei goosebumps. "Have you been lying here all day? Tired out, huh? Look at that handsome little face, even smeared with blood can't hide it~ What a pity to play a dead person!"
Wu Suowei subconsciously shrank back and looked at her warily: "You are...?"
"I'm one of the investors of this drama. You can just call me Sister Wang." The woman smiled even more widely, and her fingers painted with bright red nail polish actually stretched out directly towards Wu Suowei's cheek covered with blood plasma.
"Young man, do you want to play a role with screen time and lines? Sister Wang thinks you have great potential and can help you~" Her eyes and words were so suggestive that they almost overflowed.
Are there shots? Are there lines? Does it pay more?
The "money" alarm in Wu Suowei's mind instantly sounded, but the next second, seeing Sister Wang's "I'm attracted to you" attitude and the finger that was almost poking his face, a strong sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed the temptation of money.
No! This... doesn't look like a simple job introduction at all!
All the radars on Wu Suowei's body stood up.
Damn! I sell my art, not my body! Pah! Lying like a corpse is also art!
He jerked his head back to avoid the "devil's claw," shaking it like a rattle, causing the gauze on his forehead to sway along with it. "No, no! Thank you, Sister Wang! I just love playing corpses! It's so comfortable to lie down! I feel free to act! Really!"
He tried to force a sincere smile and tried to get away with it.
The smile on Sister Wang's face faded a little, and she was filled with a hint of displeasure and determination. "Young man, don't be ungrateful! Sister Wang has high hopes for you. Follow me, and I promise you won't have to lie on this cold floor or eat pig-food lunches anymore! Wearing gold and silver, eating delicious food, wouldn't that be great?"
She took another step closer, and the strong smell of perfume made Wu Suowei dizzy.
"Not good! Very bad!"
Wu Suowei complained wildly in his heart, wearing gold and silver?
I'm afraid I'll have the life to spend it!
If that psychopath Chi Cheng knew... This thought popped up uncontrollably, and Wu Suowei was even shocked himself.
Bah! Why do you miss him?
But Chi Cheng's cold face and his words "quite interesting" appeared in my mind...
If he knew that he was being harassed by an old woman... given his temper, wouldn't he probably get rid of Sister Wang and her investment?
This strange association made Wu Suowei shudder, but at the same time it also inexplicably gave him some confidence.
He quickly shook off these messy thoughts, and while struggling hard, he quickly came up with a clever idea and shouted, "Sister Li! I really have something to do! I... I have an appointment! I'm going to be late! I'm leaving now!"
After saying that, he grabbed his canvas bag and water bottle and tried to slip away from this troublesome woman.
"You have an appointment with someone? Who? Can he be more important than me?" Sister Wang was not giving up and reached out to grab his arm.
Wu Suowei dodged sideways as if he was bitten by a snake. In a hurry, he didn't care about the direction and rushed to the side!
"Bang!"
He crashed hard into a hard and broad chest.
The tip of my nose was instantly hit by an extremely clean and crisp aroma, yet with a hint of the cool aroma of a top-quality cigar.
This smell... a little familiar?
"Hiss..." Wu Suowei covered his sore nose and apologized subconsciously, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't look at the road..."
He looked up while rubbing his nose.
His sight met a pair of bottomless black eyes that were looking at him with their heads slightly lowered.
The look in his eyes was a bit playful and scrutinizing, as if he was looking at a small prey that had walked into a trap.
Chi Cheng?!
All the blood in Wu Suowei's body rushed to his head and froze into ice the next second.
The heart stopped beating for a moment, then began beating wildly, almost bursting through the throat.
His legs went weak, and if he hadn't been covering his nose, he would have almost collapsed on the spot.
Chi Cheng stood firmly in place, seemingly not shaken at all by his impact.
The corners of his mouth curled up in a very light, yet saucy arc. His voice was low and lazy, with a deliberately drawn-out tone, "Throw yourself into my arms? So passionate?"
Wu Suowei's face suddenly turned red, half because of the collision, half because of fear, and a little bit because of the anger at the bastard's words.
He suddenly took a step back, putting some distance between them. Like a cat with its fur standing on end, he stiffened his neck and retorted, "Who, who threw themselves into my arms? It was you who was standing here blocking the way!"
Chi Cheng raised his eyebrows and ignored his rebuttal.
His gaze passed Wu Suowei and fell on the investment queen behind him, whose face suddenly turned a little ugly and was awkwardly withdrawing her hand.
Chi Cheng raised his chin and pointed at Wu Suowei. His deep and magnetic voice sounded with a matter-of-fact declaration, but his eyes fell on the heavily made-up woman behind Wu Suowei who looked stunned.
"mine."
These two simple words carry with them an invisible, powerful sense of oppression and possessiveness.
Wu Suowei: ???
My head buzzed and I was completely confused.
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