Rebirth of the absolute actor

"There's nothing to see, Ayang, let's go outside. Speaking of which, I haven't peeled any fruit for you today. I bought cherries when I came back. Don't you like that? It looks fresh."

Mo Qingyu racked his brains to think, all he wanted was to drag Wei Muyang out of this place of right and wrong.

Wei Muyang laughed out loud.

He turned back shyly, and stretched out his hand to Mo Qingyu: "Give me the apron."

"Ah?" Mo Qingyu was stunned.

It was extremely difficult to see Mo Qingyu like this. Wei Muyang squinted his eyes to appreciate it for a while, and then said: "Didn't you say that you can make it yourself at home? It seems that you can't do it, so you can only change to a chef."

Blinking his eyes, Mo Qingyu finally understood.

"can you cook?"

The obvious doubt in his words made Wei Muyang grit his teeth.

"Not really, but I'm sure it won't poison you if you make it. How about it, do you dare to eat it?"

Seeing his lover squinting and threatening him, Mo Qingyu felt that the other party was unspeakably cute. He laughed, quickly took off the apron on his body, pulled Wei Muyang to put it on for him, and thoughtfully helped him tie it on. Okay the back strap.

"It turns out that my wife can do it. I said it earlier. I will abdicate now and let my wife show my skills!"

Wei Muyang ground his teeth, his words were cold, "Tell me, who is the wife?"

Naturally, Mo Qingyu would not give in to this kind of sovereignty issue.

He rubbed Wei Muyang's butt with his lower body maliciously, and quietly leaned into the other's ear and said, "Whoever screamed the loudest on the bed last night is my wife, how about it? How about we change the way tonight?" Keep the year old, go to bed early at night, from this year to next year, how about it?"

After finishing speaking, he slapped Dingwei Muyang's buttocks fiercely.

Wei Muyang was ashamed and annoyed.

Only when the two got together, did he realize how bold and shameless Mo Qingyu, who had taken off his mask, was in private. Not only were love words easy to come by, but even the lower limit seemed to be gone.

"Do you still want to have New Year's Eve dinner!"

He wanted to explode for a while, but was shrouded by the masculine figure behind him, and that anger was released at all, but if he kept silent, I'm afraid that the man's words and deeds would only become more and more exaggerated. In the end, he had no choice but to roar Out of this seemingly righteous words, but in fact backed down timid words.

Mo Qingyu laughed out loud.

Every time he saw the shy and embarrassing look of the young man, he couldn't help itching, but as a successful businessman, he knew the truth that too much is too much, so he didn't say anything more, just stretched out his hand and squeezed Wei Mu Yang smiled and walked out of the kitchen.

Wei Muyang took a few deep breaths before driving away the heat that had spread all over his body.

Without Mo Qingyu messing around, things would be much easier to handle.

After checking the refrigerator, and looking through the things Mo Qingyu bought before, Wei Muyang quickly arranged the menu, and he washed and cut the vegetables quickly, and the process was not too smooth.

There is no way, although he has not cooked much in this life, but in his previous life, during the long period of struggle, he cooked for himself, and then although he gradually became popular, but because Sun Junhao said more I like the food he cooks, so his cooking skills are gradually developed.

Although it can't be compared with the hotel's star chefs, the average home-cooked food is still nothing to worry about.

What's more, although Mo Qingyu is not good at cooking, he still uses his brains when buying things. Most of them are clean vegetables, and even a turbot is processed by the supermarket. You just need to turn it out and steam it That's fine, but it saved him a lot of trouble.

I took out the electric pressure cooker and made a pot of pork ribs, mung bean and seaweed soup, steamed the fish, fried two dishes, cut a plate of cucumber with sesame sauce, and within an hour and a half, the dishes were ready.

There was an unbelievable light in Mo Qingyu's eyes.

He never thought that the person next to his pillow was really good at cooking. You know, he has never seen a young man cook. Most of the time, the other party relies on takeaway, and he asks someone to deliver it. Live on takeout.

A little excited to help set up the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Qingyu first scooped up a bowl of steaming hot soup and put it in front of Wei Muyang, then scooped up another bowl for himself, picked it up and drank it, his eyes were filled with the taste of happiness .

"Delicious!"

He praised it, and he was not afraid of being hot, so he ate the ribs inside like that, picked up the bowl again, and drank the soup inside in one gulp.

Although Mo Qingyu's performance was far from the excellent table manners he usually maintained, Wei Muyang just watched with a smile and didn't remind him.

Is there anything more satisfying than a dish that you cook with your own hands that your lover likes?

Feeling pretty in his heart, Wei Muyang also picked up the soup and took a sip. For some reason, he also felt that today's soup seemed to be more delicious than usual.

"Why don't we order takeout in the future, and you cook for me every day!" Mo Qingyu regretted it as soon as he spoke, "That won't work. Cooking often will tire you out. In this way, usually We still ask the hotel to send it to us, and on special days, I will go shopping for vegetables, and you cook, how about it?"

Wei Muyang put a piece of broccoli into the bowl, and asked leisurely, "Special days? Like what?"

Seeing that the other party did not intend to refuse, Mo Qingyu beamed with joy, "There are many, such as the days we met, your birthday, the days we were together, the anniversary of the first time we went to bed, and the future. ..”

Wei Muyang listened carefully before, but in the end, hearing what he said was getting worse and worse, he couldn't help getting annoyed.

"What a mess, don't talk about it. Besides, don't you remember those days? I don't believe it!"

Now, Mo Qingyu looked at Wei Muyang with a smile, "If I remember, so what?"

Wei Muyang blinked, hesitation flashed in his heart, could this guy really remember?

But the loser does not lose the battle, the young man cheered up, and said firmly: "Anyway, I don't believe it, there is no proof now, of course you can say whatever you want, let's put the words here first, and if you forget later, how will you be punished?" ?”

"Then if I don't forget, how should I reward?"

Mo Qingyu's eyes became brighter, he stared at Wei Muyang with deep meaning, "If I remember the postures I mentioned that day, you should obediently cooperate, how about it?"

Thinking of what he said at that time, Wei Muyang's face turned red.

Almost ashamed and angry, he took a piece of ribs and stuffed them into Mo Qingyu's mouth, "Hmph! Let's talk about it when you remember!"

In the end, the dinner time was spent perfectly during the process of the two attacking each other and showing love to each other. After that, Mo Qingyu did not ignore the wish in his heart, and he succeeded in getting his lover into bed half-embracing and half-coaxing , Finally, in the ringing of the New Year's bell, he spent what he expected, the day-to-day wish.

The two of them huddled in the den, and after a few days of sweetness, it was on the fifth day of the lunar new year that Wei Muyang remembered the business.

"Didn't you say last time that the crew has its own arrangements? How is it now?"

The fifth day of the Lunar New Year welcomes the God of Wealth. For business people, this is a very important day. Mo Qingyu got up early in the morning, packed up and was about to go out to meet up with several important subordinates, and was going to a Fengshui master for the ceremony.

Hearing Wei Muyang's question, his tie-tying hand didn't stop at all.

"It's almost there. Xiuping found a cutting-edge director. He has a lot of accomplishments in costume films and fantasy films. You may not have heard of his name. His name is Yao Junneng, but you must know his teacher's name. His teacher It is Qing Yixian, the leader of the third generation of directors who is well-known in the industry."

However, Yao Junneng's name was really unfamiliar, but Qing Yixian's name was astonishing. It could be said that no one who worked in the entertainment industry didn't know this name.

Qing Yixian, the leader of the third generation of directors and the honorary dean of Shengjing Film Academy, whose works have won international honors since the 70s. He is the second person in the domestic film industry, so no one dares to be the number one. This shows Qinglao's status in the entire film and television industry.

As for Yao Junneng being able to learn from Qing Yixian, it can be seen that he has some talents. Immediately, Wei Muyang was a little more optimistic about the prospects of the whole play.

Not to mention, just relying on the golden signboard of apprentice Qing Yixian, it is impossible for the domestic media to sing bad words. They dare to give face to the new generation of directors casually, but Qing Lao's closed disciple, who dares to lose face indiscriminately ?Even if the performance is not good, at most it doesn't sing praises.

But this is unlikely at all. Although Qing Lao has always been kind, he has a unique vision and strict requirements when it comes to accepting apprentices. He has accepted two apprentices before, both of whom have made great names in the entertainment industry, and Since Yao Junneng is a closed disciple this time, he should have better qualifications.

These are just their own conditions. When it comes to external conditions, there are so many teachers and students who have gone out from Shengjing Film Academy. Who can not give a little face to this closed disciple of Qinglao.

Once it is finalized, expelling Zhu Liangpeng before will not only not bring haze to the crew, but will make the future brighter.

"This director is a good candidate. Mr. Song must have spent a lot of effort this time."

Mo Qingyu looked at the lazily lying boy on the bed from the mirror, and smiled without answering.

Just kidding, I messed up once, and almost offended his Ni Lin, he didn't make trouble to make Song Xiuping look good, it was already for the sake of his friends for many years, it would be strange if the other party didn't hurry up and make up for it.

However, there is no need to tell the boy about these things.

He gained two catties with great difficulty, and he felt a lot better to the touch. Mo Qingyu didn't want to worry about the boy he had raised so hard because of these troubles.

"By the way, what about the male number one? Is there anyone to choose?"

"Yes," Mo Qingyu finally tidied up, walked to the bed, pulled up the young man and stamped on the other's lips, "There are two or three candidates, Du Jiayan, Sun Junhao, and your best friend Qiao Mozhe are all here." How about the selection range, do you have any suggestions?"

Sun Junhao?

Wei Muyang was taken aback by the name as it sounded like his ears.

Speaking of which, during the 20 or [-] days since he came back to heal his injuries and celebrate the new year, he actually completely forgot about this person. Even the regular contact with the private detective on a weekly basis has been cut off for three weeks. I really feel sorry for the former Own.

Of course, the change in his gaze did not hide from Mo Qingyu's eyes.

His heart moved, but he didn't get to the bottom of it, but asked gently: "How about you choose whoever suits your eyes better?"