he is my brother

I sat at the dining table and watched Jiang Yuming eat happily. His cheeks were bulging like a big squirrel. He has a physique that won't get fat no matter what he eats. He used to be picky, but now he's not picky.

"Brother, I don't want to go to a movie." He took on a new movie, I watched it personally, and it's a good exercise for his role.

I filled a bowl and ate it slowly, just as I was about to follow him, I changed my words: "Do you like acting?"

"I like it." When it comes to acting, his eyes are full of sparkling little stars. He is tall, handsome and has a good figure. Apart from his personality, he is indeed a good material for filming. He hurriedly added, "But I want to stay with Brother , don’t want to fly around.”

He is more honest than before, and he doesn't talk around the clock anymore. I advised him: "If you like it, just do it. I also have something to do."

The light in his eyes dimmed, and he chewed his rice bowl dully.

The director of the new film is very strict. If he was in the past, he would have raised the table to quarrel, but now he is humble and polite. Although he still has a cold face, he is quite liked by the director.

"Jiang Yuming is a good seed." Director Wu said in front of me.

I nodded to show that I heard it.

I have been to the set twice, and Director Wu was furious inside, once to Jiang Yuming, and once to the female lead who played with Jiang Yuming, Jiang Yuming listened carefully and did not refute, his back was very straight, Like an indomitable pine tree, when he saw me, he turned his head and said a few words to Director Wu, and strode towards me with a smile on his face, well, now he looks like a big golden retriever.

The outside world probably already knows about Jiang Yuming's relationship with President Tantu, and also knows that Jiang Yuming's brother-control is quite serious. I have my own personal Weibo, but I rarely upload it to the PR department, and the Weibo homepage is full of grass Well, the head of the public relations department came to me once and insisted on returning the account to me: "President, you can play by yourself, your brother's fans are too scary."

I logged into my account curiously, and was overwhelmed by comments and Aite with a blank face, and then my account followed one more person—Master Jiang.

"Are you following me?" Jiang Yuming threw himself on the sofa and put his head into my arms as soon as he walked into the house. He took out his phone and opened the screen, "I went to a variety show a few days ago, do you want to watch it?"

"I've read it." I pushed him away and stood up, "It's time to eat."

He put down his cell phone and followed me to the dining table. There was a plate of shredded potatoes, a plate of tender tofu, a plate of fried pork with green peppers, and two bowls of rice.

Aside from being coquettish and talkative in front of me, he is always a mobile refrigerator on variety shows, and the host is a genius. When it was his turn, he would ask questions about me, so I was very embarrassed to watch that episode.

Host: "What does Young Master Jiang usually do with his brother at home?"

Jiang Yuming's eyes brightened, and his voice fluctuated a bit: "My brother peels apples, and I just watch TV."

Host: "wow, that sounds very sweet, brother, will you peel an apple for you to eat?"

"I will cut it into pieces and put it in a porcelain bowl, but I ate most of it." The corner of his lips curled into an extremely small arc, and just this can cause screams.

When I was washing the dishes, he was standing by the side with his mobile phone to take pictures. I put down the dishes and covered his camera with my hands. He smiled and moved back. I chased him and threw him into the sofa.

"Brother, don't grab my cell phone!" He looked at me with a heartbroken look and pressed him to snatch the phone and quickly delete the video. I proudly put the phone down and went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

After the dishes were washed and stacked neatly in the cupboard, I walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa looking at my phone. I saw Jiang Yuming posted a Weibo [Master Jiang: Brother is a cheapskate. ] I couldn't help laughing out loud, this childish ghost.

Young Master Jiang: Brother is a cheapskate.

Young Master Jiang's humanoid pendant replied: Suishouaiite@永道娱乐, your young master was bullied by the chairman again.

Jiang Mengmeng's reply: @汪途娱乐头家的人, brother, why did you bully my male ticket and take away Young Master Jiang: Master, are you worthy of your former title of Iceberg Prince? ? ! !

……

Jiang Yuming's fans are noisy, but they are not annoying at all, and they speak very cutely. No wonder Jiang Yuming always looks proud when he mentions his fans.

Head of Tantu Entertainment: My younger brother is naughty, just laugh at him.

Young Master Jiang forwarded it and replied: I will forgive you for washing the strawberries.

Reply from Tantu Entertainment: Good.

Jiang Mengmeng, let me declare to you: I am shown a face, where is my dog ​​food?

Young master Jiang, the mad demon of brother control: The cute point is poked to death, ventilator, I want a ventilator.

……

I put down the phone, Jiang Yuming leaped up from the sofa to me and bit the apple in my hand, crunching and chewing, with his head resting on my lap, feeling very comfortable.

He poses for a selfie in a stupid, not charming angle, and I hold his head up so he doesn't wobble and fall, so my hand is honored.

I took out the remote control to turn on the TV, and tuned to the news station. The host read the press release in a straight voice. The Jiang family in the capital is rich and powerful. Yes, as for the outskirts of the Jiang family like me, they are really not qualified to be on the news.

Jiang Yuming was very clingy to me. When I was watching the news, he would lie on my shoulder and play with his mobile phone. If it was uncomfortable, he would lean on it, and if it was uncomfortable, he would lie down.

I protected him with a good temper, so that he would not accidentally roll under the coffee table. He grabbed my hand and threw the phone on the carpet. He took the trouble to look at my hand: "Brother, your hands are very nice."

I froze for a moment, and explained: "My mother is a pianist, probably inherited from her."

He smiled with crooked eyebrows, and his handsome and beautiful face was pleasing to the eye: "Brother, I want to sing."

"Tomorrow, I will contact a few seniors to teach you."

"I want to paint?"

"I know a teacher from the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts."

"I want to have a concert."

"Row."

"What if no one comes?"

"I go."

He smiled contentedly: "Brother, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you."

"That's impossible." I frowned, "You will have a family, what is it like to be with me?"

The arc of his lips was pressed down, and it seemed that there was vague sadness: "There are still many years, so let's not mention things that will happen after a long time?"

"Okay." I replied as usual, not taking this matter to heart.

He was happy again, stalking me like an octopus, yawning lazily.

I rubbed his head, and went over his thin back to reach for my mobile phone, but he nestled in my arms with peace of mind and did not move.