"Hello, Mr. Wang, I have arrived at the airport. Where can I find you now?"

Wang Lang didn't reply, so he turned around and drove directly to the airport. Before getting off the bus, he found a sign, bought a pen, and wrote the word Pan Xing.

Waving the sign while waiting for someone, after waiting for a long time, a middle-aged man came, wearing a suit and gaining weight slightly.

"Hello, I am Pan Xing." Pan Xing said politely.

Wang Lang collected the sign and said, "Follow me."

"Okay." Pan Xing nodded slightly and followed Wang Lang.

The people next to him looked at Pan Xing curiously, and always felt familiar.

A girl muttered casually who this is? The one who picked up the plane next to her was her mother. After realizing it, she slapped her forehead, "It seems to be Pan Xing."

"Pan Xing? Which Pan Xing?"

"It's the male god in ancient costume, the one who filmed the show with Fan Chengcheng." The mother reminded her daughter.

"Oh, I know, it's the one who is cuckolded by his wife." The girl's voice was very loud. Her mother patted her girl gently, "What nonsense, don't talk nonsense."

"It's not a secret, why are you hitting me? Besides, they are celebrities, just for us to say, and I said nothing wrong." The girl muttered.

Wang Lang glanced at Pan Xing, and the girl said clearly. Pan Xing just tightened his lips and lowered his head slightly, without saying anything.

When putting luggage in the trunk, Wang Lang wanted to help, but Pan Xing hurriedly shook his head and said no, he did it himself.

Even Wang Lang next to him felt that the girl's words just now were extremely harsh. The person involved just swallowed his anger and said nothing. Life gave this person too much temper, and all the sharpness he should have was lost, and he lost his style as before.

I was once offered a gift like a star and a moon, but suddenly I fell down. Not only did I not have an assistant, but I had to do many things myself.

Wang Lang didn't say anything on the road, and Pan Xing kept not talking behind him, sitting properly and looking at the scenery outside the window.

I drove the car to Haotian Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd.

After getting off the car, Pan Xing was stunned when he looked at the words "Haotian Pharmaceutical".

He hurriedly grabbed Wang Lang and asked, "Hello, I want to ask, did you bring me to the wrong place? Didn't you talk about movies? Why did you come to this place?"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Who said that this place can't talk about movies?"

"Do you know Mr. Wang Haonan?" Pan Xing asked again.

Wang Lang nodded.

"Is he here?" Pan Xing asked.

"I am Wang Haonan." Wang Lang smiled.

Pan Xing was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Sorry, wait for a moment." Then he took out his cell phone and called.

Wang Lang took out the vibrating cell phone from the car and shook it at Pan Xing. Only then did Pan Xing believe that Wang Lang was Wang Haonan, and hung up the phone and held it in both hands, "Hello, Mr. Wang."

"Hello."

The two shook hands.

When we went upstairs together, people often called Wang Lang to Mr. Wang and said hello to Wang Lang.

Pan Xing was beside him, and his eyes were full of envy. Just looking at his appearance, he was several years older than Wang Lang, but Wang Lang had reached this level, and he was already in a state of despair until he received the notice in the early morning and was excited all night.

Looking back on the hardships over the years, I finally got through it. This is what I should say when I ended up with the sweetness of the suffering. But in the final analysis, I still have to thank Wang Lang. Without Wang Lang, this time without him would be like a rebirth return.

Pan Xing dared to bet with his life that he would become popular again and he would also get all the glorious past.

After following Wang Lang to the top floor, Wang Lang walked in front, Pan Xing followed behind, and saw the president's office, Pan Xing thought it was Wang Lang's office, but Wang Lang stopped. Pan Xing stood up and quickly apologized to Wang Lang.

When I looked up, I found it was the office of the Transportation Department Manager.

Pan Xing was a little confused.

Wang Lang did not change his office. He felt that the office was not in good condition, but his own small and broken place was excellent, and it was the best place to get promoted and make money.

Pour Pan Xing a glass of water, and Pan Xing took it in fear and thanked him quickly.

"Have you read the script?" Wang Lang sat opposite Pan Xing and handed Pan Xing a cigarette.

"I have read it, and I have memorized all the lines, and I have passed this movie once. I feel that this book is very good and suits me." Pan Xing desperately wanted to seize this opportunity.

Wang Lang was stunned for a moment, and saw the desire in Pan Xing's eyes. He had been silent for too long. He wanted to take on the role, he wanted to make a movie, he wanted to go back to the screen to interpret one story after another, and it was his mission to play everyone alive.

"Do you need me to perform for you?" Pan Xing put his hands on his knees, his eyes real.

Wang Lang nodded, "Pick a part that you think you can perform perfectly."

Pan Xing nodded, took a deep breath, took off his shoes and lay on the sofa, and slapped his hands on his forehead as sweat.

Holding the phone in his hand, Pan Xing breathed violently, opened his mouth, staring at him, giving people a look of suffocation. His hands were put together, Pan Xing put the phone in his ear, and shouted in a crying voice, "I want to live, I want to live."

Then Pan Xing twitched for a moment, and his phone fell. Pan Xing was silent for a long time, and this period seemed to have been a century after apart.

Pan Xing reached the phone and pretended to dial, put it gently in his ear, smiling, "Mom, did you hear it? It's me, um, I'm Wenxiang, what are you doing? Hehe, I'm doing a good life, um, it's pretty good, I miss you. Where is my dad? Why are you playing mahjong again?"

Pan Xing smiled on his face, and tears fell silently in his eyes, "Mom, I want to eat the sour soup noodles you made, um! I want to eat it, I will definitely go home during the Chinese New Year this year, and I will definitely go home."

"Go home, go home." Pan Xing curled up in a ball, repeating the last few words, tears filled with will. His expression revealed despair, struggle, pain, sorrow, bitterness, guilt, and miss. Everything was cured into a ball of despair and could not dissipate on Pan Xing's face.

Wang Lang looked at Pan Xing's performance and grasped it very well, without any exaggeration, which fully interpreted the psychology of a trapped person.

Pan Xing curled up into a lump, his face turned red, and when he felt like he was about to die, Pan Xing called the police.

"Hey? Hello, my name is Wang Wenxiang. I want to report the case. Well, report the case. I killed my mother and I want to surrender. I am not mentally ill. I can't go to the police station anymore, but I am on the way to the Fa. This road is very dark and I can't breathe.

Listen to me, don’t hang up the phone. I’m a little scared. It’s really dark here.

Today is my birthday. Can you sing me a birthday song?

Thanks, thank you.

I'm not mentally ill."
Chapter completed!