Veteran King [Entertainment]

The air in the prairie is very clean, and the smell of green grass smells a bit astringent, and the stale air in the chest seems to be purified by this fragrance.

"I'm preparing a movie script in my hand, and it will start shooting soon," Lin Qiao said slowly, looking up at the starry sky, "I'll show you the script when I get back."

"Okay." Ling Mutian responded.

Lin Qiao tilted her head to look at him, "Why don't you ask yourself what role you want to play?"

Ling Mutian shook his head, "I will act whatever you ask me to do."

Lin Qiao smiled meaningfully, "How about playing the male number three?"

Ling Mutian nodded, "OK."

Lin Qiao continued, "This movie is independently invested by Xingpai. I have the final say on who to cast and who will play what role."

He squinted at Ling Mutian's expression, seeing that his expression was normal and unmoved, he couldn't help laughing. "Hehe," Lin Qiao stretched out her hand and pinched the back of Ling Mutian's neck twice, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, it's no fun if I'm really angry. You play the leading role in this movie, and I ask Chen Shang to play it for you." How about the male supporting role? Are the specifications enough?"

Lin Qiao's tone seemed to be teasing a child, but Ling Mutian knew him well and knew that he was not joking.

Ling Mutian was very surprised, "You and Qin Yu don't have a bad relationship?" Since he had the absolute right to make the decision, why did he invite Qin Chao's artists to join him.

Lin Qiao withdrew her hand to support her chin, and smiled as she looked at Ling Mutian who was sitting next to him, who was sitting neatly.

"It's Qin Yu who can't get along with me, not Chen Shang, why can't he be invited?" Lin Qiao watched Ling Mutian move his lips, but couldn't utter a word of rebuttal, which made him feel very funny, "Even if it is To cooperate with Qin Yu, if it is beneficial to the company and the film, I will temporarily put aside my personal grievances, Xiao Ling, I am a businessman, of course we must maximize the benefits."

Ling Mutian could understand what he meant, but he didn't approve of his logic, but when asked to refute, he couldn't say anything strong to refute, so he could only stare at Lin Qiao with disapproving eyes.

"Okay, don't look at me with such bitter and hateful eyes, Chen Shang has never offended you, and Qin Yu is not your enemy, I can see it away, what else can you not let go of?" Lin Turning his eyes to the starry sky, he shook his hand and smiled freely, "The winner is the one who laughs last, there is no need to rush."

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The next day Lin Qiao filmed a scene of sunrise on the prairie, and his guest roles in this scene were all completed.

Sun Taotao and Ling Mutian packed up their things and prepared to go back. Ling Mutian was very active this time and did all the hard work by himself, which made Sun Taotao dumbfounded.

"You don't have to. I'm not too old for this kind of work."

Ling Mutian turned his head and glanced at Lin Qiao who was leisurely watching the scenery from a distance, "You should pay more attention to your body, and I will tell Boss Lin later, you can only be my manager, and I will do other things by myself, or hire someone else. life assistant."

Sun Taotao laughed loudly, "Do you think Boss Lin has treated me badly? Your situation is special and not too many people know about it, so I didn't hire a special assistant for you. Now you don't participate in many activities, and I'm not busy. In the future, you You can rest assured that my work is on the right track, Mr. Lin paid me quite generously, enough to give me the confidence to help you with everything."

Ling Mutian didn't insist anymore, the main reason was that Sun Taotao didn't look as old as he looked. Although Lin Qiao looked very young, there was a sense of time in his eyes, but Sun Taotao was full of stock. The ease and ease unique to young people.

Sun Taotao seemed to see his doubts, and followed his gaze to look at Lin Qiao who was slowly walking back and forth in the distance.

"Boss Lin's current scenery is the result of step by step in the past. Back then, he was also a pure boy like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning!"

The first half of the sentence was quite heavy, but Ling Mutian couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth in the second half of the night.

Lin Qiao had already approached, glanced at the two people who were busy, and noticed that they were bending over to carry her extra-large suitcase full of clothes and cosmetics. She casually moved over a few steps and pointed at Ling Mutian He squeezed his butt hard, then went into the house to drink water as if nothing had happened.

The two looked at each other, then turned their faces expressionless and continued to carry the boxes.

It turns out that this is what Sun Taotao said, "a pure boy like dewdrops on grass leaves in the morning"!

Back home, Sun Taotao and Ling Mutian changed shifts and drove as usual. Uncle Lin Qiaolin not only took a long beauty sleep, but also applied a facial mask. After a while, he complained that he was driving erratically when he spilled the warm water in his old man's cup.

When Ling Mutian was not driving, he used his thigh as a pillow for him. He still thought the texture was not soft enough. When he wanted to try Sun Taotao's thigh, Ling Mutian resolutely rejected it with a black face.

After tossing and tossing all the way, he finally arrived home. Sun Taotao went back after having lunch at Lin's house.

Lin Qiao was lying on the concubine's couch in the study room, holding a book, looking drowsy.

Ling Mutian quietly opened the door and went in, squatting down in front of Lin Qiao.

"Are your knees hurting again?" he asked softly.

Lin Qiao gave a soft "hmm" in a daze, and Ling Mutian sighed. He knew that there was a reason for Lin Qiao's fuss on the return journey.

Ling Mutian went out for a trip, and when he came back, he covered Lin Qiao's knees with a hot towel in his hand, and kneaded the crevices of his bones with his fingers. When it was cold, he took out another one from the hot water to replace it. When the water in the pot was not hot enough, he changed it to another basin. After tossing and tossing for a long time, seeing that Lin Qiao had already stretched her brows and fell asleep, he covered Lin Qiao with a quilt, packed her things and left.

Ling Mutian came to the practice room with the sheet music, sat in front of the piano and played a few etudes before trying to play the sheet music after he found his hand. There were a few interruptions in the middle because he was unfamiliar with his hands.He played and hummed along to the tune, and practiced until dinnertime before he felt satisfied.

The living room was still quiet, and he saw Jian Yu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, sitting silently on the sofa, looking down at a document in his hand.

Hearing Ling Mutian's footsteps, he raised his head to look at the young man walking towards him.

"Thank you." Jian Yu said, stretching out his hand to adjust his glasses.

I don't know if it was because of this trip to film, or because he took care of the sick Lin Qiao, no matter what it was, Ling Mutian felt uncomfortable in his heart, and always felt that he was separated by Jian Yu's simple and understated three words. Opened, as if those two were a group and he was just an outsider.

Jian Yu didn't seem to pay attention to Ling Mutian's expression, and continued in a natural tone: "Mr. Lin said that you are not used to having outsiders at home. I already arranged for Mu Haohao and his sister to move out of the Lin residence this morning before you came back."

Ling Mutian thought that he would see those two people at the dinner table at night, but he didn't expect to move out so soon, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, the discomfort he felt just now flew away, and he became extremely comfortable.

Thinking so, Ling Mutian had to be polite, "Let's go now? Then what should we do next?"

"I found them a temporary residence outside. Mu Haohao has already signed a contract with Xingpai to become an officially contracted artist of Xingpai. He is going to enter Xingpai's artist training class for intensive training in the near future. He will be able to live in the company's artist dormitory in the future. Mu Qingqing's study abroad is going well, and she will go abroad in half a month. This matter can come to an end." Jian Yu replied.

Ling Mutian nodded, and glanced upstairs, "It's already dinner time."

Lin Qiao is absolutely punctual when there is no special reason. Breakfast, lunch and dinner, nap at noon, and bedtime at night are all strictly adhered to the time. It is not bad at all. Now that it is dinner time, but he still hasn't shown up, Ling Mutian is a little worried.

Jian Yu put down the documents in his hand and stood up, "Let's go to dinner, we are the only ones having dinner tonight. I went to see Mr. Lin just now, and he is still sleeping. He seems exhausted."

Ling Mutian was absent-minded throughout the meal. After eating, he was worried that Lin Qiao would be hungry when he woke up, so he went to the kitchen to cook a pot of vegetable porridge, using date paste and milk flour, following the cooking method of his mother who was a language teacher in memory. He carefully steamed a pot of sweet steamed buns. His mother steamed them in the shape of a flower, which was quite beautiful. The shape Ling Mutian made was very decent. He tasted the taste himself, and it was quite good. Then he found some steamed buns from the refrigerator With such a refreshing little pickle, a simple and easy-to-digest patient meal is complete.

He tiptoed into Lin Qiao's room with his homemade set meal on a tray, turned around and gently closed the door with his foot, and when he looked back at the big bed in the middle, he saw that Lin Qiao had opened his eyes and was walking in a daze. Look this way.

"Did I wake you up?" Ling Mutian's tone was full of annoyance.

Lin Qiao blinked, slowly came to her senses, and said hoarsely, "It's not you, I'm hungry."

Ling Mutian was in a good mood immediately, and walked over steadily with the dinner plate in his hand, first put the dinner plate on the small table beside him, helped Lin Qiao sit up skillfully, poured a cup of hot water for him and drank half a cup , just moved the floor table to the bed, the size and height were just right for Lin Qiao to eat the meal comfortably.

Lin Qiao drank this vegetable porridge several times when he was in the grassland, and there was nothing special about drinking it this time, but raised his eyebrows when he saw the plate of sweet steamed buns, "Are you sure you can eat this? , but there are also hundreds of people who directly rely on me for food!"

Ling Mutian was worried that Lin Qiao would not eat it, so he grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times showing an intoxicated expression, "It's really delicious, very sweet."

Lin Qiao couldn't help being happy, "It's really...to be with you," he paused, and after thinking for a while, he came up with a suitable description, "It's so sweet!"

The author has something to say: Oh, if you are not careful, the rhythm of this article will go wrong. I have stretched the front line too long. Seeing that there are still so many chapters before the big turning point, I can't help feeling extremely anxious .I'm not yet in menopause, I want to meditate, I want to meditate, meditate, meditate...  

Regarding the update frequency, I generally update according to the word count requirements of the current list, which is usually [-] words a week. Before the end, I will try my best to complete the [-] words. A married woman who has a baby at work and always works overtime is really unbearable.