"Wen Ning, Director Wu is calling you."

Through two or three people, Li Yaman smiled and reminded Wen Ning, who was unresponsive, as if she was helping her.

But it attracted several gazes in the room. The private room was very large and the people were sitting there.

Li Yaman and Song Zhi are the male and female protagonists of this movie. They naturally sit together. The charm of the actor Song is boundless. Many people are fascinated by the crowd, including Li Yaman.

"Sorry, I lost my mind just now. Does Director Wu have anything to say to me?"

Director Wu: “…”

She asked so bluntly, Director Wu couldn't say let her sit between two big men.

"Is this the Wen Ning who plays Zi Ying?" The general producer is a slightly fat middle-aged man. His eyes look at Wen Ning are not much different from Director Wu.

"It's her."

Hua Ya's vice president glanced over and stayed on Wen Ning for a few seconds.

Deputy General Hua Ya's surname is Cheng, and everyone calls him Mr. Cheng.

"The image is very consistent with the character inside."

The producer was able to notice this entirely because Director Wu mentioned it specifically.

When I saw this Wen Ning at night, I was shocked!

"Wen Ning, this is the general producer of "Tianquan". Come and drink to you Mr. Cheng."

Director Wu used his eyes to signal Wen Ning to sit between the general producer and him. When the people in the private room saw this, they understood what was going on.

They turned around and talked to the people around them, and said that the scene here did not exist.

In this group, Song Zhi has the largest card and is also Hua Ya's number one. Wen Ning is the most inconspicuous here, but his appearance attracts men's attention. He has no background and Hua Ya has no strength to promote him.

Even if Huaya's vice president is sitting here now, they do not have much care for Wen Ning.

Director Wu said something before, but Vice President Hua Ya didn't say anything, and even thought it was the case.

Director Wu said something a little bit differently, introducing the general producer, but he wanted her to worship General Cheng.

The general producer made a special investment in the crew. Huaya is the largest investor, and Wen Ning is Huaya's person. No matter what happens, he doesn't need to remind people around him to take care of him.

Now, Director Wu, an outsider, said this, does not mean that Hua Ya did not regard Wen Ning as a company artist?

"Can't drink?" Cheng Yongxin suddenly asked.

The biggest ones talked, and everyone followed suit.

Cheng Yongxin just came over to take a look, mainly because Song Zhi wanted Hua Ya to care about it.

Wen Ning is just by the way.

"I can't drink it."

Wen Ning simply admitted.

"If a girl can't drink wine, she will use tea instead of the bar," Cheng Yongxin raised his wrist.

The person next to him immediately handed Wen Ning a cup of freshly poured tea, and Wen Ning simply toasted him.

Director Wu and the producer looked at each other and stopped urging Wen Ning to sit here and toast.

Cheng Yongxin took a glass of wine, took the ringing cell phone and answered a call and left.

As soon as Vice President Huaya left, everyone started drinking.

With Vice President Huaya speaking out, no one from Wen Ning dared to drink together for the time being.

An hour passed, and the people in the private room had almost gone. Wen Ning also got up and went to the bathroom to prepare to evacuate the people.

Maybe it was evening, and there were not many people in the bathroom. Wen Ning, who was about to get up to flush the water, heard a conversation coming from outside.

"If Mr. Cheng hadn't come suddenly tonight, he even mentioned that Wen Ning wouldn't be able to leave tonight."

"So what if Mr. Cheng says? Hua Ya is not holding her. They are mainly looking at the side of Emperor Song. What's Wen Ning? Let's wait and see, she won't be able to leave later."

"The car is already waiting outside. Hurry up, you still want to stay and watch the show."

There was a clamor of water outside, and soon the sound of footsteps went away.

Wen Ning walked out of the inside indifferently and walked back to the private room along the corridor.

But before she could walk over, a door next to her was suddenly hit, and a hand stretched out to pull her in.

Wen Ning didn't even look at it, and he pushed his knees up when he entered the door. The person inside screamed.

Not finished yet.

Wen Ning glanced at the decorations inside, picked up an ashtray and greeted him.

"Don't hit, don't hit...it's me, it's me..."

Wen Ning continued to beat him up very excitedly. His strength was not big or small, enough to make him scream in pain.

The sound insulation effect of the private room is very good, no one can hear it no matter how he calls it.

Wen Ning kicked the man to the floor without hesitation and kicked him hard with his feet.

This time he couldn't even scream.

"Bang!"

Wen Ning kicked him away to the corner of the glass table with one kick, hitting his waist, and letting out a loud scream.

"ah……"

The sound of air extraction can be vaguely heard.

"It's...I...ah..."

This time Wen Ning heard it, and opened his mouth wide in surprise, "Director Wu? Why is it you? I thought it was a disciple. Director Wu, are you okay?"

He spoke nervously, but Wen Ning looked very calm, and he even held his hands and looked down at Director Wu who was unable to get up from the pain.

"I'll call someone."

After saying that, Wen Ning opened the door of the private room and walked out. The actors in front were looking for someone.

When he saw Wen Ning coming out of another private room, he was stunned.

Wen Ning's face was full of anxiety: "Director Wu... is inside, he is injured..."

Song Zhi and several male actors came over and opened the door of the box.

"Oh my God! Director Wu! Are you okay?"

When Li Yaman entered the door and saw Director Wu’s miserable appearance, she screamed out loudly.

Song Zhi looked back at Wen Ning, called someone to come and help Director Wu up and send him to the hospital.

The staff outside quickly lifted Director Wu out of the screaming, and the actors around him kept asking: "Director Wu, who beats you, why did you do so hard?"

"Open the surveillance and find out who it is..."

"Don't...don't...I accidentally bumped into it." Director Wu, who was in pain, was shocked and quickly stopped him.

Everyone was stunned for a moment. Who would have knocked themselves so stupidly?

Wen Ning was very cautious in his attacks, but he couldn't see many scars.

Only the bruises on the face were obvious, other injuries were on the back and in front.

"Send Director Wu to the hospital quickly," Song Zhi spoke, and everyone hugged Director Wu and left.

There were only two or three people behind him, including Song Zhi and Wen Ning.

Song Zhi swept her twice with his eyes before asking his agent to arrange a car to send the people behind him away.

Wen Ning was afraid that something would happen to him and Song Zhi, so he quickly avoided and said, "I'll go out to take a taxi back."

After saying that, he walked out of the club like an escape.

Song Zhi's agent Li Xingyu was stunned and said, "Is she running away?"

Song Zhijun raised his eyebrows, looked back at the door of the private room with deep black eyes, and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

"She didn't seize this opportunity to be alone with you? It's really rare." Li Xingyu remembered that Wen Ning tried every means to get close to Emperor Song before, but now he ran away with such a good opportunity. He doesn't look like Wen Ning's personality.

...

Wen Ning came out of the club, found a taxi and went back to the hotel.

Although the film and television city is not far from home, the real Wen Ning puts all his things in the hotel.

When he returned to the hotel, Wen Ning ordered food and started sitting and meditating.

Still the effect.

"Is it because of the weak spiritual energy?"

The sight shifts to the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window. The city really lacks spiritual energy. If you have the chance, try it in the deep mountains.

Just as I thought so, the doorbell was ringed.

After looking at the time, it was already past twelve o'clock, who would come over?

When I opened the door, there was no figure outside. I leaned out and the long corridor was quiet, and occasionally a cool breeze blew by.

Wen Ning frowned and turned around and closed the door.

A slight cold wind suddenly blew in the room. Wen Ning paused and looked at the room with his eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!