Mr. Wang told me to cross-dress and I don't follow [Entertainment]

Chapter 36

final judgment.

The young man stood on the dock without any expression on his face.

The battle between lawyers and lawyers was raging ahead, making him even more eerily quiet.

Next to the lawyer was a young man who looked exactly the same. His face was indifferent. After a long period of silence, he popped up and began to tell his testimony.

Much later, the judge tapped his little hammer and acquitted the defendant.

But at the moment when this was over, no matter on anyone's face, there was no relief or joy of relief or the end of this matter.

People dispersed one after another.

Although the accused youth was still taken away, he will soon be free again.

In the empty scene, the elder brother stands under the steps, and the younger brother stands on the steps and walks down slowly.

Behind the elder brother are the parents of the two, with red and swollen eyes, moist eye sockets, and trembling lips.

The younger brother's lips were pale, and a smile appeared on his face as he walked.

As if he couldn't bear it any longer, while approaching his brother, he leaned on his brother and closed his eyes.

At this time, his originally pale lips were bright red, and it became more and more red.

"Cut!" Director Qiu began to applaud fiercely, "Finished!"

All cheered.

Chai Ziming and Chai Zicong also escaped from the play at this time, their brows and eyes crooked with smiles.

The assistant quickly brought up a glass of water and a basin: "Come on, rinse your mouth first."

Chai Ziming took the cup and took a sip of water, rinsed his mouth, and spit it into the basin.

The basin was suddenly red.

Chai Ziming grinned: "Wow, this blood sac tastes so strange. In the future, we can't invent some flavors like peach, apple, and red wine..."

Director Qiu smiled: "It's a beautiful idea."

At Qiuqiu's friendly suggestion: "Xiao Ming, next time you shoot, you can make your own blood sacs. Today you can eat a grape-flavored one, and tomorrow you can eat a dragon fruit-flavored one."

The crowd burst into laughter after hearing this.

The assistant director clapped his hands: "Okay, now it's time to pack up quickly, the green banquet will be held tonight, and I won't go home until I'm drunk."

Everyone smiled and started to pack their things.

Because the final shooting location was in a public place, many people had to go back to the crew to get things.

During this period of time, the twins who have been in the same group state have to go back to the set to pick up their luggage.

After taking the luggage and putting it in the car, there will be a wrap-up banquet.

The wrap-up banquet was set up in an ordinary restaurant, where people who were familiar with each other sat together, and the director and the leading actors sat together.

Qiu Dao was arguing with the store owner over there: "Oh, there are so many people here, the skewers are grilled with the shoulders open, and each table comes with fifty or sixty string mats, and the beer is white."

He thought about it and asked, "No one drinks red ones, right?"

Who is still drinking the skewers... Everyone shook their heads in unison.

Director Qiu nodded: "Yes, and then you can watch the meat and vegetable dishes. I won't pay if there are too many."

The person next to him laughed and slapped the table.

The shopkeeper is also dumbfounded.

When the dishes started to be served one after another, the assistant director next to him pulled Chai Ziming and asked, "Xiao Ming, has your online shop started promoting recently?"

Occasionally during the filming stage, Chai Ziming took a few days off, and Chai Ziming's concept of "I am shameless, who will be shameless", let Chai Zicong take a large group of model photos. Women's clothing originally wanted to recruit a young newcomer in the company, but Chai Zicong turned out to be He insisted on pulling Ying Qiuqiu up.

So Chai Ziming turned around and posted on Weibo, saying that this store is quite powerful in terms of publicity.

He smiled at the assistant director: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

The assistant director let out a hey, quite embarrassed: "My little girl is a fan of 2to2, and she plans to buy a full set of clothes from your online store. I just wanted to ask if I could get an autograph by the way."

Fans who support me so much must give it.

Chai Ziming agreed without further ado: "Okay, do you want to sign on the clothes or on the signing board?"

The assistant director doesn't pay much attention: "Just put it on the board, and she will definitely not be willing to wear any clothes after signing."

What he said was well-founded, and Chai Ziming couldn't bear to laugh or cry.

Before the food was served, everyone at the table talked about Chai Ziming's restaurant.

Someone asked: "Hey, those clothes were really designed by you, Xiao Ming? That's amazing."

Ying Qiuqiu helped to boast: "The material of the clothes is very good, and the price is not expensive for normal wear."

These clothes follow the mass line, and a set of long-sleeved trousers only costs a few hundred yuan, which is not as expensive as a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes for many insiders.

Director Qiu heard it: "Small profits but quick turnover. Tsk, Boss Xiaochai, when you get rich in the future, you will be invited to treat me to the wrap-up banquet."

Chai Ziming pretended not to hear, and looked around: "Hey, why haven't the skewers been served yet?"

The people next to me laughed.

One end finished talking about Chai Ziming's clothes shop, while the other end began to tease Ying Qiuqiu and Chai Zicong.

"When will Qiuqiu and Xiao Cong officially reveal their relationship? Has this been the default for a long time?"

"I bet a sausage, they will definitely get married directly."

As a former master of mental arithmetic, Chai Zicong is now a popular young student. He usually looks like the image of the book on the balcony feeling the tranquility of the years, but in fact, he can have as many sesame seeds as he wants. It turned out to be a bunch of black and white.

Chai Zicong responded to everyone's teasing of the two of them one by one: "I will definitely give you wedding candy when you get married. If you want to come to the wedding banquet, anyone who doesn't give a red envelope will write it down in my notebook. Post it on the Internet and find People want a pair of couplets, but write horizontally without removing a penny."

Everyone laughed angrily at him: "Talking about money hurts feelings."

Chai Zicong is very meaningful: "Talking about feelings hurts money."

Ying Qiuqiu blushed: "Stop making trouble and eat."

Qiu Dao couldn't help but be embarrassed: "Qiu Qiu, this is the reaction that a normal person should have."

Chai Zicong: "Director Qiu, you don't need to attend the wedding banquet. If you are busy, just ask someone to bring the red envelope to us. You're welcome, Qiuqiu and I both understand what you mean."

Qiu Dao was dumbfounded, and everyone looked at it and laughed together.

The dishes came up one after another, and the skewers were also brought out plate by plate. The group of people drank beer and white wine happily.

Chai Ziming used to be rowdy, and this time it was the same. He drank the toast when others were toasting him. As soon as the wine got a little stronger, he started blowing bottles with others.

Drinking is one of the best ways to promote a man's friendship.

After Chai Ziming had a good drink, he started calling the assistant director brothers and sisters: "Hey, you already have a daughter for drinking so much, how did you catch up with your sister-in-law? No way."

The assistant director himself is not good at drinking, and he became a little dizzy after drinking two bottles: "Nonsense, it was your sister-in-law who slept with me back then, so I was with her."

Chai Ziming almost spit out the wine from his mouth when he heard it: "Sister-in-law slept with you?"

The assistant director flicked Liu Hai, who didn't have much hair: "Your elder brother and I were handsome enough to crack the sky, commonly known as xying a grass."

Director Qiu added: "The grass of the straw."

Ying Qiuqiu didn't drink, the blush on his face faded a lot, and he happily listened to everyone chatting.

The assistant director completely ignored and began to talk about the "suffering" of the year.

The people next to me couldn't help but feel that the expensive circle is really messed up.

While listening, Chai Ziming drank with the assistant director. It didn't take long before he got drunk and lay down on the table.

"Assistant director can't handle alcohol." Chai Ziming shook his head and took the initiative to toast a large group of people.

There were one or two drinks at the actor's table, but Chai Ziming killed them all.

The staff had several tables, but there were not only one or two drinks, but many, and Chai Ziming came back.

He took a wine bottle and wandered to the bathroom with his mobile phone.

Ying Qiuqiu met and asked Chai Zicong: "Is Xiao Ming okay?"

Chai Zicong has seen a lot: "It's okay, at most he was in a good mood, but he drank too much in one breath. Go sober up and come back later and continue drinking."

Ying Qiuqiu persuaded in a low voice: "Drinking too much will hurt your health."

Chai Zicong responded: "Well, I'll stop you later."

Chai Ziming was dazzled by the alcohol, holding the bottle and singing all the way: "I'm going to sing~~I'm going to dance~~I'm going to—"

He twisted his body, spun in a circle, and continued to sing: "Make clothes-swing~swing~"

If a knowledgeable musician heard his song here, he might be able to slap him to death.

"I'm a cute and cute little Ming! Ahhh—"

Halfway through the singing, he started to howl like a wolf.

It attracted passers-by to watch sideways.

But Chai Ziming didn't mind at all, and went straight to the bathroom, put the wine bottle on the sink, put the phone in his pocket, and solved his physical needs.

After his physical needs were settled, he shook his head, shook his head in rhythm, danced in circles, and took out his mobile phone to send a message to Mr. Wang: "Come and pick me up, I drank a lot, a lot, a lot."

Thinking about sending out his geographical information, he sent another one: "I'll wait for you in the toilet of the food stall."

After sending the message, he washed his hands and splashed some water on his face, trying to sober up.

Wang Jiarong is having a meal at the moment.

It's just a few presidents who are also in the film and television industry, and a few people make an appointment to have a meal, discuss the situation, communicate with each other, and discuss any possible cooperation projects.

Generally speaking, he would never look at his phone at a time like this.

But he had specially set all the ringtones for Chai Ziming's messages, so he knew it was Chai Ziming looking for him as soon as he heard it.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, then he smiled.

It seems that he was drunk, and he only talked about food stalls, how could he know where the food stalls are.

Seeing that the meal was almost finished, he apologized and said: "Suddenly I have some personal business, I have to go out. I invited this meal."

Several other people waved their hands: "Hey, go get busy, why invite you, this meal is agreed to be Mr. Zhou's treat."

Mr. Zhou didn't mind being named, he just smiled honestly: "Don't rob me, I'll turn my back on you."

Wang Jiarong smiled: "Okay, then I'll invite you next time, it's settled. Mr. Zhou, that little girl who has become popular recently, I have a play with director Feng here, I will ask you another day."

Mr. Zhou's smile suddenly became stronger: "Okay. Go slowly, I won't send you off."

Wang Jiarong nodded, said goodbye to everyone, and was going to call later to find out the address and pick up Chai Ziming.