He laughed angrily, “If you have the guts, just go on strike. Do you really think I can’t play the leading role?”

    The assistant beside him stared at the phone screen and said nothing.

    Lin Qing’s acting skills may not be able to support the leading role in a big production on the big screen.

    Although this blatant targeting is stupid, Song Cheng has the capital.

    Just as he thought, all the comments under Song Cheng’s Weibo post were:

    [Brother Cheng, are you crazy? ? Aren’t you openly making an enemy of Lin Qing? ? ]

    [Brother Cheng had publicly said in “Baby Dad” that he had no ties with Lin Qing, but what’s wrong with this director? He knew that Brother Cheng and Lin Qing didn’t get along, but he still passed the audition? ]

    [Why did Qingqing, who won the role based on his strength, get eliminated because of personal grudges? ]

    [I’m not a fan of any of Song Cheng, Lin Qing, or Wen Tian, ​​but Lin Qing bullies children behind their backs and has a bad character. How can he be qualified to play a little general who died for his country? Fans of the original novel will feel sick just thinking about it! ]

    [Don’t forget why Brother Cheng and Lin Qing are so incompatible! ! ! ]

    [Lin Qing is not allowed to insult my little general! ! ! ]

    In the ward, the recording on Jiang Han’s phone finished playing.

    Wen Tian looked ugly and was in a daze.

    Jiang Han hurriedly touched his forehead, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

    “No.” Wen Tian pursed his lips, but did not avoid Jiang Han’s palm that was wiping away the cold sweat for him.

    The black and white eyes were wet with illness, and the water light was shimmering, like a quiet and calm lake.

    “I was just thinking that I suddenly understood you,” Wen Tian looked at him in disbelief, “So, you were the same as me from the beginning?”

    Jiang Han understood.

    Pursing his thin lips, Jiang Han tried to say again carefully, “A Tian, ​​I have been looking for you for three whole years.”

    “That night three years ago…”

    Jiang Han nervously observed Wen Tian’s expression, fearing that he would talk to him about other topics in confusion like the last time in Xiaobailou.

    Because he was too careful and nervous, Jiang Han even forgot to continue.

    But this time, Wen Tian frowned in confusion and asked, “Three years ago? Did we meet three years ago?”

    Crack.

    Like an iceberg breaking and lightning flying in the sky, at this moment, the invisible obstacle between the two people was instantly shattered.

    Jiang Han’s pupils slowly expanded and trembled violently. Unbelievable ecstasy slowly filled his chest, and even his voice was trembling slightly. “You, you can hear it?”

    Wen Tian didn’t quite understand, “Why can’t you hear it?”

    Jiang Han laughed out loud, “Well, before this, I explained to you many times,now  we can communicate.”

    “I waited for three years before Brother Cheng could hear me. Now,” Jiang Han gently held Wen Tian’s cold and pale hand hanging on the drip, “you heard it too.”

    Wen Tian opened his lips slightly.

    He remembered the first time they met, Jiang Han strangely appeared behind the flower bed, seemingly protecting Lin Qing but actually helping him everywhere, which was unreasonable – at that time, had he woken up?

    Everything suddenly became clear.

    Compared to Song Cheng, Wen Tian could empathize with Jiang Han’s fear and helplessness more – just like when he first discovered that everything in the world revolved around Lin Qing, and he was just a foil to the protagonist.

Excellent vicious cannon fodder.

    He wanted to struggle, wanted to explain to everyone that he was not like that, but no one was willing to listen to him even a word.

    Jiang Han was the same, even as one of the protagonists, he had no self, no ideas, was abandoned by the world alone, and could only live by the rules of this world.

    “You…” Wen Tian slowly raised his hand, his cold and slender fingers pointed upwards, and fell very lightly on Jiang Han’s deep and handsome eyebrows.

    Wen Tian pursed his lips, his voice was soft, revealing trembling heartache and reluctance, “How scared you must be.”

    Jiang Han smiled lightly, “You are not scared anymore after experiencing more. Fortunately, you just can’t hear it, and it won’t have a bad impact on you.”

    Wen Tian thought about it, and hurriedly looked back at the cub in his arms.

    A three-year-old cub should not be able to hear these words.

    But when he turned his eyes, he saw the baby in his arms looking back and forth between the two of them, with clear big eyes, “Wow, so, you guys had a nest that night three years ago?”

    “Quick, hurry up! How did the nest come about?”

    Wen Tian: …

    Jiang Han: …

    “His situation is very strange,” Jiang Han avoided talking about the inappropriate night three years ago with some embarrassment, and only said, “Just like Zhou Ying, he seems to be completely unaffected.”

    No headaches, and no strange rules.

    But although he is not affected, a three-year-old can’t be expected to know as much as Zhou Ying.

    Wen Tian’s eyes hesitated, as if thinking about something.

    At this moment, Jiang Han’s phone “ding” sounded.

    Wen Tian looked over and saw Song Cheng’s Weibo that had been scolded and became a hot search.

    Jiang Han quickly flipped through the pages and soon understood the whole story. He explained while tapping on his phone, “Brother Cheng is awake.”

    “Zhizhi was adopted, and Brother Cheng himself doesn’t know who Zhizhi’s mother is. Moreover,” Jiang Han posted a Weibo, “The reason why Zhizhi is so seriously ill is because he saw Lin Qing beating people when he was very young.”

    Seeing Lin Qing beating people, he had the idea that “Lin Qing is a bad person” which violated the rules of the world, and was forcibly corrected, which turned into the so-called “autism.”

    Wen Tian understood instantly and looked at the baby in his arms in panic.

    However, Jiang Dabai still opened his big round eyes and didn’t seem to be affected at all.

    Wen Tian felt even more strange.

    After Jiang Han posted on Weibo,

    he asked casually, “Are you hungry? Eat something first. We still have to make a long-term plan.”

    Wen Tian: “…How is Brother Cheng’s matter?”

    Jiang Han smiled faintly, “Brother Cheng will be fine, you can recover with peace of mind.”

    Jiang Han raised his eyebrows, “Although this world revolves around Lin Qing, it seems to be very tolerant of me.”

    Wen Tian thought silently, of course, because you are the protagonist.

    You are the person Lin Qing likes and relies on, and you are also the biggest golden finger in this world.

    Wen Tian stared at Jiang Han deeply, wanting to tell him about the book, and what would have happened at Lin’s mother’s birthday party.

    But can the “book” thing be told?

    Will the invisible rules throw him back to the original world in an instant?

    Wen Tian looked at Jiang Han with his peripheral vision, and suddenly found that he seemed a little reluctant.

    At this moment, Jiang Han’s mobile phone suddenly rang.

    Jiang Han picked up the phone, and the voice of assistant Zhang Yu came from the other end of the receiver, “Mr. Jiang, the withdrawal of investment has been completed.”

    Although the voice was small, they were too close to the ground, and Wen Tian still heard it clearly.

    His thoughts were instantly pulled back, and Wen Tian blinked, “Ah? Withdraw investment?”

    “Let me see!” Wen Tian snatched Jiang Han’s phone and saw the messages that kept popping up from the top of the phone:

    [Well done, President Jiang!]

    [President Jiang is awesome!]

    [No, has President Jiang also fallen out with Lin Qing? ? ! !]

    [Oh my God, when President Jiang posted this Weibo, I suddenly didn’t like Lin Qing at all. What’s going on? ? ?]

    Wen Tian’s eyes were shocked, and he quickly clicked on the message, and saw the message that Jiang Han had just sent out on the Jiang’s official blog:

    [Repost: I withdraw my investment//Songcheng: I quit]