Dangerous old Gong spoils me too much

Chapter 19 Fucked His Tits

"Mr. Qi, the film crew of Master Zhou Ning is ahead." Jiang Ming reminded.

In order to save Qi Xiao, Zhou Ning had been resting at home with a high fever for the past two days, which directly caused the plan of Zhou Ning's crew to be completely disrupted. As a result, it was inevitable that some people in the crew would harbor resentment towards Zhou Ning.

Therefore, Qi Xiao came this time mainly to stabilize the hearts of the crew. After all, Zhou Ning was injured and had a fever because of him.

But by coincidence, I saw Wen Shichu as soon as I arrived at the film and television city.

Qi Xiao felt depressed for no reason, and his face turned cold.

From the reversing mirror, Jiang Ming saw that his boss's face was exuding a cold and hostile look, and there was gauze on his forehead. He felt more of a strange sense of death than usual, and he drove with trepidation.

"Boss Qi, we're here. Why don't you stay in the car and send the condolences over there."

Qi Xiao closed his eyes and rested his mind, his tightly locked brows released an oppressive low pressure, like a lion that would run away at any time.

Jiang Ming swallowed his saliva, taking it as Qi Xiao's acquiescence, quickly got out of the car, took out the condolences from the trunk, and sent them over.

These condolences range from tens of thousands of luxury items to Dior 999s worth a few hundred yuan each, as well as milk tea snacks distributed to group performers, which are most suitable for soothing people's hearts.

Jiang Ming came back after delivering the things, thinking that Qi Xiao had fallen asleep, and was about to drive away when Qi Xiao in the back seat suddenly opened his eyes.

"Is everything delivered?"

"Basically all have been delivered, and there are a few more cups of milk tea and snacks." Jiang Ming sucked up the milk tea in his hand instantly.

Not to mention, it's quite delicious, no wonder little girls like to drink this.

The car started slowly and returned the same way.

"Stop." Qi Xiao's deep voice suddenly sounded.

"Alright Mr. Qi." Jiang Ming stopped the car, wondering what Qi Xiao was going to do, when he saw a familiar figure in the rearview mirror.

Wen Shichu didn't get any work in the morning, but he couldn't leave empty-handed. Finally, he found a group leader he knew before to help move props for the crew.

Moving props is a labor-intensive job. Some production crews are often short-staffed. They need such temporary workers and do not need to register with their real names. Although the salary is not as high as that of group performances, but...

Something is better than nothing.

"Hey, that Wen over there, drag the mat over here!"

Enduring the severe pain in the soles of his feet, Wen Shichu trotted and dragged the green cushion over.

"Xiao Wen, there is a shortage of props and stones over there, so go and help move them."

"This is the armor that the male No. [-] will wear later. You take it. Whenever our actors want it, you can send it over."

……

Wen Shichu was busy until two o'clock in the afternoon. At first, the soles of his feet were excruciatingly painful every time he took a step. After gradually getting used to the pain, he didn't feel any pain.

When it was time to distribute boxed lunches, there was a whole box of boxed lunches and mineral water, and when it was Wen Shichu's turn to get them, there was only one half-splashed box of lunches left, and the water was gone.

"I'm sorry, you can just eat as you go." The aunt who served the meal has long been used to it.

Wen Shichu took it with a smile: "It's okay, thank you."

Again, something is better than nothing.

The rice was dry, almost half of the dish was spilled, Wen Shichu stirred the rice and soup together, eating with relish.

On the mobile phone, the kindergarten teacher sent a video of the kindergarten lunch at noon today.

Carrot and vegetable soup, potato slices, and a small bowl of egg custard.

Wen Shichu smiled, those gentle eyes seemed to be dyed with the most beautiful soft light in the sky.

"Uh...cough, cough!" The rice was too dry, and Wen Shichu choked on it inadvertently. He put the boxed lunch aside and patted his chest hard.

A cup of milk tea at room temperature, with a straw inserted, suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Wen Shichu caught it unconsciously, and took a big gulp until the rice stuck in his throat was finally swallowed.

"Thank you, I..." Wen Shichu raised his head, his face froze slightly when he saw the man beside him handing him milk tea.

The milk tea in his hand was lost for a moment, and fell to the ground with a bang.