Meng Jiao said in a divine way: "You...why are you here?"
The unexpected situation made her mood flaw for the first time.
Zhao Dong did not answer, but asked, "How are you? Are you injured? Stand up first!"
"Try it, can you still move?"
Meng Jiao quickly came back to her senses, turned her head and wiped the corners of her eyes.
When she turned her head, the strange thing she had before was gone!
Meng Jiao pushed him away and said, "No need, this is my business, no need for you to worry about."
As she said that, she stubbornly wanted to stand up alone.
Zhao Dong didn't care about her resistance and helped the person up.
Meng Jiao stood firm and pushed Zhao Dong away.
The producer saw Zhao Dong and sneered, "Okay, it's better if someone comes, so hurry up and pack up the things."
Before he could leave, an arm was blocked in front of him.
The producer looked at Zhao Dong, "What do you mean?"
Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Pick it up!"
The producer asked, "What do you pick up?"
Zhao Dong pointed to the things on the ground, "I'll ask you to pick up the things!"
The producer scolded: "I'm fucking picking up your sister..."
Before he could finish scolding, Zhao Dong caught his wrist.
Immediately afterwards, there is the piercing force!
The producer's face changed in pain and shouted, "Damn, do you want to do it?"
"Come here, call the security guard, call the security guard over!"
Zhao Dong's hand was getting heavier and heavier, "Okay, it's not interesting to just call the security guard over, so I'd just call the reporters over."
"I want to ask, what crew are you?"
"What about your public morality and conscience when treating an actor like this?"
The producer is a little bit lacking in confidence, "Who do you think you are? You can call a reporter with your mouth?"
Zhao Dong didn't shy away, "Liang Xiao and I are friends, and I believe she should know many reporters."
"If you don't believe it, I can call!"
The producer became a little panicked when he saw that Zhao Dong didn't seem to be joking.
He is just a small producer, and as a well-known host in Tianzhou, Liang Xiao naturally has no need to say much about the weight.
Especially today's incident, no matter what, it will be disgraceful.
How dare he let things go?
The producer turned around and glared, "Why are you still standing there? Pick up the things!"
The two of them hurriedly packed up and handed the things to Meng Jiao.
The producer then looked at Zhao Dong, "Can you let go now?"
Zhao Dong ignored it, "Apology!"
The producer's face turned red, "Apology?"
Zhao Dong looked at him, "That's right, apologize to Miss Meng!"
The producer stared at his eyes, hesitated and said nothing, and the scene became a bit stalemate!
Fortunately, Meng Jiao spoke at the critical moment.
She scolded, "Zhao Dong, have you made enough trouble?"
Zhao Dong didn't answer.
Meng Jiao took a deep breath, "I told you last time that I don't want you to interfere in my affairs, why do you have to disturb my life again and again?"
"I'll tell you again. Now, I have nothing to do with you. I hope you can stay away from me in the future!"
As she said that, she picked up her things and left without looking back.
The crowd gave way and then whispered.
Zhao Dong's fist suddenly clenched, and then slowly let go weakly.
He glanced at the producer and warned: "Forget it today, let me see you bully her in the future, and I can make you regret it!"
After saying that, Zhao Dong quickly chased after him.
...
Outside the film and television city.
Meng Jiao dragged her suitcase and walked in a daze.
She was in a bad mood, especially now, she felt like a stray dog, being driven out of the crew.
The most ridiculous thing is that Zhao Dong saw the embarrassment this time again.
Moreover, because of Zhao Dong's strength just now, he was tied up with Liang Zi who followed Feng Tao.
It can be foreseen that she will never receive any roles in Tianzhou Film and Television City in the future!
If you can’t get a show, you can’t make money!
If she doesn’t have money, how should she live in the future?
A deep sense of powerlessness surrounded Meng Jiao, and her steps became heavier and heavier until she was blocked from her way.
Zhao Dong said in a deep voice: "Get on the bus!"
Meng Jiao looked up, looked behind Zhao Dong, and said sarcastically: "Why, Zhao Dong, came here to show off to me?"
"Okay, I'm rich, I'm driving on Mercedes-Benz!"
"Tell you, Meng Jiao, I don't need your charity, let alone your sympathy!"
As she said that, she was about to bypass Zhao Dong.
Zhao Dong grabbed the man and repeated: "Get in the car, I'll take you back!"
Meng Jiao pushed the person away, raised her tone and said, "I said it, there is no need!"
"Zhao Dong, can you stop pestering me?"
"You don't have to worry about my business!"
"Also, if you don't owe me anything, I don't need you to pay off your debt!"
Zhao Dong didn't say anything, snatched the suitcase from her hand and put it directly into the trunk.
Then he opened the passenger's car door and carried the person up.
When he got back in the car, Meng Jiao was rarely quiet.
After being silent all the way, Zhao Dong drove the car directly to the community where Meng Jiao rented.
Meng Jiao looked out the car window and sneered sarcastically, "I even know where I live. It seems that you went to find me just now?"
"Zhao Dong, how long have you planned it? Have you tried a lot of effort?"
Zhao Dong did not answer, got out of the car, opened the car door for her, and then took off the suitcase.
Meng Jiao looked at Zhao Dong deeply, and this time she did not refuse, but walked ahead to lead the way.
A very old high-rise residence.
The lobby is dim and it seems to be a commercial apartment. On the wall are advertising light boxes and telephones for various fast hotels and hourly rooms.
There are still many people squeezed into the elevator.
Meng Jiao pressed the floor and didn't say anything.
The car was filled with stickers for small advertisements.
Especially the taste, smell of sweat, the residual stench of garbage removal, and the smell of various takeaway meals.
Finally, I reached the floor.
Meng Jiao walked in front, and Zhao Dong followed in silence.
The corridor is long and dark, with the voice-controlled lights flickering.
The originally wide corridor has been blocked halfway.
There are electric cars that are charging, quilts and clothes that are drying, and people are cooking in the corridor.
It smells all kinds of bad smells, food, moldy and damp smells.
Zhao Dong is not unfamiliar with this kind of environment. To compare it, the living environment in Jiangbei District may be worse than here.
He just couldn't connect Meng Jiao with the scene in front of him.
Meng Jiao in her impression is intellectual and elegant.
Full of taste and yearning for life, and every move is casual.
Meng Jiao is now like an ordinary woman who is busy for life and dreams, and her fairy spirit is gone.
Zhao Dong couldn't understand what trouble she had encountered and why she fell to this point?
The inexplicable emotions cannot be relieved and there is no place to dissipate.
Soon, Meng Jiao stopped, took out the key, and opened the door.
The moment she opened the door, she hurriedly avoided her gaze, and her face became a little unnatural!