[BL, MTL] The Boss Refuses To Be A Cannon Fodder (Quickwear)

【9th World: Refuse to become a love brain】

"Don't watch it. It's useless to envy. He is a hot star now."

Wang Lei knocked down the young man next to him with his elbow and signaled him to grab two mouthfuls of rice.

"Hurry up, I'll call someone when I turn around." With that, he touched the other party again.

The man is about twenty-two years old, with a layer of black charcoal on his face, and his face can't be seen, but his exposed neck is long and white, which shows how white his skin is.

"You say how can some people's lives be so good! As soon as he debuted, he was praised and also tailored roles. Like us, we can only be a runner at the bottom, and we can't earn much money all year round.

Wang Lei's face was both envious and jealous. He thinks he is not bad-looking. He has been in the circle for several years. Why doesn't any agent like him?

But if you want to be good-looking, you have to be by his side.

When I first saw Cheng Yibai on the spot, I thought it was a young master who came out to experience life. He is tall and thin, his skin is white, and his face is even more beautiful, which is more beautiful than the most popular beautiful male idols.

As a result, he was a runner like him, rolling in the crowd all day long. Today he will play a corpse, tomorrow he will be a soldier of thousands of troops, and the day after tomorrow he will become a prince who will definitely be blown up to death...

Wang Lei has known him for a year, and there has been no role that can show his face for a year. He has taken several scenes with lines, and the other party is still a little transparent in the dragon trap.

It's so pitiful.

In such a comparison, Wang Lei's depression dissipated a lot. No one signed for a good-looking one. It can be seen that the entertainment industry is not smooth with a face.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai?" What's going on today? I didn't say a word. Wang Lei turned his head to the side and collided with Fu Sinian's eyes.

"Hmm?"

Fu Sinian, who had just entered the world, suppressed the sharp pain in his head and glanced at the man. The temperature rose at noon, and some crystal sweat oozed from the tip of his nose. Fu Sinian wiped it with his hand, and his hands were black. He frowned in disgust.

"Well, that's right, are you not feeling well?" Wang Lei's hand stretched out and retracted back, and was "Hmm?" by the young man just now. Zhou Zheng's face turned red when his heart was numb.

"It's all right." Fu Sinian waved his hand, "It's a little hot." With that, he sat aside for a moment and took the opportunity to distance his distance from Wang Lei.

His voice is not warm, just like the feeling he feels, cold. Therefore, except for Wang Lei, who can be met often, Cheng Yibai has no one to know in the circle.

That's not right. There's another one, but it's a little miserable to be cheated.

"Oh, it's okay."

Wang Lei wanted to say something more. The sound of a horn calling the extras to take their seats sounded on the set.

A group of people in dirty costumes in the corner put down the lunch boxes in their hands and walked quickly to their seats.

Some people have just eaten a few mouthfuls of rice, and their stomachs are hungry. They are inevitably born to complain, curse, and dare not let the field record hear it.

"What do you say! Over there, don't eat it, hurry up!"

The cursing of the field came straight in the direction of Fu Sinian and Wang Lei.