C4 They Could Start Fighting Tomorrow

The shooting site they had arrived at, the place where the group would have to stay for the next few months.

There were five small houses, simple decorations, and a very common and cozy arrangement of furniture. Other than being slightly extravagant, it was as if they were walking into the home of an ordinary person. It was a very good word to describe a "home" and "lovers... 'However, for two big men other than four couples, it was really hard to know what words to use to describe them.

The other four couples were the CP of the screen. All the handsome men and beautiful women who had the advantage in traffic came to take pictures.

Five pairs. They used the final editing method of the camera. In short, five pairs of people's lives, different cameraman filmed, and the final editing was used to broadcast the entire program.

For the sake of the viewership ratings, the Program Group would also arrange for conflicts or scenes of emotional conflicts.

After listening to the director's words, Jee Yuanzhi sneered in disdain, "There's no need for you to arrange it. Soong Han and I can fight tomorrow." He curled his lips. Seeing Soong Han's indifferent expression made him even more unhappy.

The director broke out in cold sweat. "Hahaha. Anyway, I'll just try my best to make it as real as possible. Right now, the audience's IQ is very high. I don't want to do more scripts."

Soong Han looked at Ximen. Ximen understood and ran over to get something.

"Here." Ximen handed the box to Soong Han.

"I heard you like porcelain, director. This is from a friend of mine. I don't really understand. I hope you can accept it."

The director's eyes lit up. He bent down and accepted it with both hands. Such a big star would only dare to hang a toilet bowl on the wall and look at it, much less give such a precious gift. He repeatedly praised, "Good, good, good. This is a good thing. Thank you, Xiao Han. Thank you, Xiao Han."

Jee Yuanzhi's eyes drifted over leisurely. Why did some people suck up to him so smoothly? Tsk, flattering and flattering.

Soong Han felt Jee Yuanzhi's disdainful gaze. He maintained his calm and smile. He cursed in his heart, "Now some people are getting more and more impolite.

"Well, now you can put your luggage in the middle of the room upstairs. The rest of the rooms are storage rooms. Please go upstairs earlier." After the director finished speaking, he left amidst the shouts on the other side.

The moment the Object left, the staff followed closely behind and dispersed.

Without a machine to take pictures, Jee Yuanzhi did not want to give Soong Han any good looks for the time being. He rolled his eyes and went over. "You can come back later. I have to put my things first."

It was not like he had never been to a variety show. He knew he was staying in a room, but he had to check if it was two beds or one.

If it was one, he would have died on the spot.

Adi was totally f * cked by his attitude. He quickly smiled at Soong Han and then carried his luggage upstairs.

Ximen had always disliked the way Jee Yuanzhi acted like he was a dog using his power. It was clear that the degree of his family's popularity was no worse than his, but he had suffered so much humiliation.

"Mr Han..."

Soong Han pursed his lips in understanding. He pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose bridge. He was not a pushover. He called the people behind him to pick up the luggage. "I'll have to trouble you to help me carry it." Then he leaned against Ximen's ear. "Do you think I look like the kind of person who likes to take a step back?"

He had to endure a few times in exchange for being arrogant. Some people were shameless, so he had to slap his face half way up. This was what Soong Han got from his experience.