Chapter 71

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Yan Mo joined the group in the spring. When the film was finished, it was just in time for the National Day holiday. When the plane landed, the airport was full of tourists with little yellow hats.

The film is still unfinished. After finishing the film, he was still immersed in the thoughts of the protagonist. The director said that he was too deeply involved in the play, and his emotions could not be separated for the time being. In the past, filming only thought it was work, just work hard, but this time he actually enjoyed it.

He felt like a traveler who traveled through time and space, with his soul attached to a stranger's body, feeling his joys, sorrows, and joys, and experiencing a completely different life. It may be wonderful and exciting, or it may be sad and cruel.

This is a fun and challenging thing. Yan Mo felt that he was gradually falling in love with this profession.

Wu Kuan drove over to pick him up, and when the two were on their way back, Wu Kuan asked him if he had watched the news.

After listening silently, Yan took out his mobile phone and opened the APP to read. Usually Wu Kuan asks this, there must be news about him.

Wu Kuan glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "It doesn't have much to do with you, it's Song Xiaowen, he has come back."

Yan Mo snorted and said, "He didn't go abroad to treat mental illness, it's only been a few months. That's good."

Wu Kuan laughed and said, "What kind of mental illness, it's depression. At the press conference held yesterday, he said that he didn't want to live up to the fans' expectations. He has been actively cooperating with the treatment, and now he has recovered..."

"Yesterday His news was all day long, and the grievances between the two of you were also brought out and heated up. The fans were so happy that it was a bloody storm just watching."

"But those are all Chen Zhimao. The rotten millet thing can't make a big storm, Song Xiaowen also used this trick when he was desperate."

Song Xiaowen was an insignificant figure in Yan Mo's eyes. Whether he comes back or not, it won't have any effect on Yanmo. Seeing that Yanmo was not interested in this topic, Wu Kuan brought up his work.

"There is a charity party tonight, and you may have to be there. This charity party is different from the usual one. It was organized by some wealthy ladies from the upper class. Some celebrities' personal belongings were auctioned off, and all the money sold was donated to the poor mountainous areas. After

listening to Yan Mo, he frowned slightly: "Personal belongings?"

Wu Kuan nodded: "It's the things you usually use. Last year, an actress took her fat times to auction, and the final bid was 3 million, you said It 's not awesome."

Yan Mo looked at him with a black line on his face: "What are you going to sell me?"

"Don't worry!" Wu Kuan laughed: "I won't be so unlimited, you usually always A ballpoint pen and a mug for drinking water. That's all."

Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

"You don't really think I'm going to auction your underwear, do you?" Wu Kuan said lightly, "Then Gu Yingdi won't cut me to death!"

"I want to cut you to death now." Yan Mo's voice was cold, Wu Kuan quickly Silence.

The car drove all the way to Yanmo's apartment, a high-end community with excellent privacy. The car was parked in Yanmo's personal garage. Wu Kuan pointed at the Porsche with beautiful lines but low-key color, surprised: "When did you change the car?"

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