Chu Zhou had just won his third Best Actor trophy, becoming the youngest triple gold Grand Slam winner in history, and time traveled through time the next day.
The night before, he had been having a romantic celebration with his CEO husband Yan Qining, who had a great job, good looks, and a perfect figure, and everything turned upside down. When I opened my eyes again, I had already entered an ancient and bloody entertainment industry article.
"Chu Zhou" in the book is a standard cannon fodder. She was obsessed with the top male protagonist, defended him from drinking and knives, and was finally abandoned like a worn-out shoe and died miserably on the street.
Chu Zhou: ... Whoever wants to be cannon fodder has to wait in line even if a famous director asks me to hand him a script to play the leading role.
System: "Please complete the mission according to the plot of the original book. After the mission is completed, you can return to the original world!"
Chu Zhou: "..." OK.
Isn't it just acting? He's the best at it.
After finishing work early, Yan was probably going to die of panic if he couldn't be found at home.
In a high-end club, the plot point of the book is that the cannon fodder Chu Zhou is humiliated and drunk by everyone, while the male protagonist looks on with cold eyes.
The box door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall, noble and oppressive man walked in surrounded by everyone. His eyes swept across the room full of people, and finally fell on his face.
Eyes facing each other.
Then everyone saw that the pitiful Chu Zhou, whose eyes were red from being poured wine a second ago, suddenly became expressionless and casually wiped the wine from his mouth. The red wine flowed down the back of his white hand. He walked up to the visitor and hooked his tie with his fingertips: "Sir, have we met somewhere?"
Yan Qining held his wrist, with light and shadow flowing in his eyes: "You have the wrong person."
"Really?" Chu Zhou raised his eyebrows, raised the corners of his lips, and spoke in a low and soft voice, like a feather tickling his ears: "But your habit of touching my wrist is exactly the same as that of my ex-husband."
Later——
The male protagonist in the original book asked Chu Zhou with red eyes: "You said before that you only love me!"
Before Chu Zhou could speak, Yan Qining had already calmly put her arm around his shoulders and smiled at the male protagonist:
"Sorry, he was young and ignorant before, but now he belongs to me."
He turned around and whispered in Chu Zhou's ear: "When we go home tonight, we have to settle the account of how you 'only loved him' back then."
Chu Zhou blinked: "What are you doing, ex-husband? Aren't we not familiar with each other?"
"Aren't you familiar?" Yan Qining pinched his ring finger and rubbed it gently. There was once a trace of a ring there.
"If you're not familiar with it, it's useless to shout anything tonight..."
[Sexy and secretly doting on his wife, crazy CEO attack × fishing succubus wife long-haired beauty]
Intention: Let's talk again in another world
