The next day, Fang Qiao met a traffic jam on the way to the filming site. Most of the crew members had arrived when he got there. After greeting several familiar ones, he found that they looked at him in a strange way, which made Fang Qiao confused.

When he arrived at the common room, he found the door open and several people were sitting together gossiping.

"…I heard that he clung himself to Mr. Lu and asked Mr. Lu to have s.e.x with him, tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Oh, gosh, he is so shameless. How can he do that!"

"Nowadays, even a walker-on who is slightly pretty desires to get a hit, trying all ways."

"Fortunately, Mr. Lu refused him and pushed him away, saying that he was only loyal to Han Jiayue."

"Wow, I didn't expect Mr. Lu is such a faithful man."

"But Fang Qiao is not like what you said."

"Oops, the s...o...b..z has all kinds of people who are all good at pretending."

Standing at the door, Fang Qiao heard it all. Suddenly, he felt the scene a little familiar.

How come such rumor came out whenever he was with Lu Yanzhou? Did he look like a lover who would always climb onto other's bed? Ah?!

Okay, he was indeed a lover.

However, what was going on with Lu Yanzhou? Why did he become an affectionate man who was loyal to his feeling? How ridiculous!

Fang Qiao was very dissatisfied with that. But he didn't care where the rumor came from. After all, even if he knew it, he couldn't stop its rapid spread.

As expected, all crew members looked at Fang Qiao with strange expressions in their eyes, including Han Jiayue.

Han Jiayue was in a complicated mood now. There was one more compet.i.tor before he had time to get rid of that little shameless b.i.t.c.h. He couldn't help sighing that it was difficult to be the lover of sugar daddy.

In the afternoon, there was a scene that the servant played by Fang Qiao went to serve tea to the Young Master played by Han Jiayue.

Holding a bowl of warm water that the prop group prepared, Fang Qiao served it as designed in the script. However, without touching the tea, Han Jiayue waved his hands and the bowl was thrown to the ground with the water spilled on him.

The director stopped immediately and the crew members surrounded to check the condition.

Han Jiayue bit his lower lip with big eyes filled with tears. Then he stood up from the chair unsteadily and said pitifully, "I'm fine, Xiao Qiao didn't mean it."

Fang Qiao was stunned. 's.h.i.+t, what a bad acting skill! It is easy to see through!'

However, although it was obviously fake, no one stood out to clarify for him. On the contrary, there were some...expectations in their eyes.

The surrounded people were very excited, 'The show began. The legal wife and the shameless mistress began to fight.'

At this time, the small a.s.sistant of Han Jiayue 'conjured up' a pack of ice in time and applied it to Han Jiayue's hand, "Oh, the boiling water is so hot that the skin is scalded. Maybe you should go to the hospital. That would be terrible if you have a burn!"

Han Jiayue s.h.i.+vered with the ice in such a cold winter day, which made him look even more pitiful. But he still remembered to pretend to be kind, "That doesn't matter. I can't delay the shooting because of me. Xiao Qiao will be self-condemned."

Fang Qiao, "..." I wouldn't!

The director beside actually knew everything. But if he didn't cope with it according to the hero's wishes, the shooting would be stopped. So he came to mediate, "Jiayue, go to change the wet clothes first and have a rest."

Then he turned to Fang Qiao, "You change your clothes, too, and you're fired."

Fang Qiao, "..."                                                            

As soon as Han Jiayue returned to the lounge contentedly covering his hands, he quickly threw the ice bag away and gave Lu Yanzhou a call in a pathetic voice.

Knowing that it was futile to defend himself, Fang Qiao changed the clothes directly and left the set without hesitation. Before leaving, he looked back at the place where he had worked for a month, shaking his head. He never expected that it was not Lu Yanzhou who fired him.

While thinking, the phone rang, which was from the agent who hadn't been heard from for a month.

"Fang Qiao, I heard that your role in that play will be finished in a few days. After it's done, I will arrange you two variety shows to show up in public. What's more, there is also a small charity party..."

"Brother Xiang, do you get the right number?"

"Of course. Fang Qiao, our company values versatile artists like you recently and wants to cultivate you."

Being surprised, Fang Qiao suspected deeply that he had traveled to a parallel universe.

"By the way, the company has hired a yoga teacher for you. Go to have cla.s.ses if you are free."

"Why do I have to learn yoga?"

"I don't know. Mr. Lu specifically ordered that. He said your waist is not very flexible and you need to practice more."

Hanging up the call, Fang Qiao hadn't recovered from shock until the director gently called him from behind, "Fang Qiao, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and come in."

Sure enough, he must have traveled to another s.p.a.ce.