you look delicious

"You think I can't think of anything you can think of?" Mao Zubin curled his lips and told the whole situation, "The other party said, I can accompany you the whole time, but I can't eat at the same table with you until you finish eating Fan, I can take you away immediately."

Yang Weijing asked him: "How much money will you bring me into the group?"

Mao Zubin said a number, and Yang Weijing exploded immediately: "Is he crazy or am I dreaming?"

Mao Zubin said leisurely: "You know, once some people have the ability to chase stars, they will be crazy."

Feeling that he was about to be crushed to death by a big pie falling from the sky, Yang Weijing panicked: "Do you think he is really just my fan and not wanting to fuck me?"

"... Excuse me, is there any conflict between being a fan and wanting to be an idol?" Mao Zubin sighed, "It's good to be good-looking."

Yang Weijing coolly retorted: "In the entertainment industry, there are many people who are more handsome and prettier than me."

The other end of the phone didn't speak anymore, quietly waiting for his reply.

Judging from Mao Zubin's current reaction, it is very obvious whether the other party supports or opposes this matter. Yang Weijing did not dare to make a decision immediately: "I will give you an answer tomorrow, and I will think about it."

"How late at the latest?"

"I'll give you an answer before noon tomorrow."

"it is good."

Hanging up the phone, Yang Weijing lay on the sofa staring blankly at the ceiling, tangled up in his thoughts, took out his mobile phone to check the man who wanted to be his financial backer, but only then did he realize that Mao Zubin hadn't told him about the man. name and identity.

...how does this make him decide?

After weighing the pros and cons, he finally agreed.

"Brother Mao! My little brother's wealth and life depend entirely on you, you must protect me!"

Yang Weijing looked at Mao Zubin with tears in his eyes. This exaggerated behavior made Mao Zubin want to beat him up violently: "It's almost done, maybe in the end, if you want to cheat on others, he will think you're tired of poor work."

Yang Weijing didn't answer, but the flames splashed when his eyes met, revealing his dissatisfaction.

"Okay, now can you tell me who is that big guy with a lot of money?" Yang Weijing was really curious, which unscrupulous local tycoon would fall in love with him.

Mao Zubin was surprised: "Didn't I tell you?"

"...No!" "I said it!" "No!"

The two stared at each other, Mao Zubin was the first to lose, but he still couldn't help muttering secretly: "I clearly said..."

It was the first time that Mu Silu's name caught Yang Weijing's ears. He immediately lowered his head and searched for relevant information on his mobile browser, only to find that there were very few similar news releases.

After looking at it, I probably knew it in my heart: "Oh..."

Mao Zubin couldn't help laughing: "What's your expression?"

"I just think it's no wonder." Yang Weijing smiled wryly, "He just got a huge inheritance and squandered it like this, this man has no self-control."

"If you feel bad, just push it away and save him a lot of money."

"No. If I refuse, he will find another one. Who knows if others will be as conscientious as me and never ask for more, so it's better for me to make him pay for his efforts."

Mao Zubin raised his eyebrows: "What can you repay him?"

Yang Weijing clenched his fists: "A role played with heart!"

After an agreement was reached, Mao Zubin called the other party's contact in front of Yang Weijing and chatted.

"You said that Mr. Mu wants to invite Wei Jing to have dinner tonight?"

He looked up at Yang Weijing, and sure enough, he saw that the other party was shaking his head frantically, so he replied: "This is not very good."

Relying on Mao Zubin's persistence, he finally shirks the dinner invitation that Yang Weijing regards as a "Hongmen Banquet".

On the other side, the person in charge of contacting Mao Zubin replied helplessly to Mu Silu: "The other party did not agree."

Mu Silu didn't care. If Xiaowan agreed so easily, he would feel uncomfortable instead. He hoped that his Xiaowan would still be the innocent Xiaowan.

He has been living with nothing in the past few decades, and he has never noticed how much money he has saved. This time, because of his new identity, he needs inheritance, so he began to count how much real estate and deposits he has saved. After counting, the result is quite surprise him.

Did you save so much without knowing it?

Mu Silu learned from others that Yang Weijing wanted to take part in a play, so he couldn't help but want to help him, and bring the two closer together—at least from now on, this small request is necessary, and can Let the two get to know each other and have enough time together to get to know each other.

His thinking was so simple that when the crew finished preparations and started filming, he personally cooked a table of meals and waited for Yang Weijing to come to the appointment. The other party's cautious and defensive attitude made the dinner pass in a silent atmosphere. .

The few times he started a conversation, he was always dismissed by Yang Weijing's obvious perfunctory words and couldn't finish it.

"Hmm." "Huh?" "Oh."

After Yang Weijing hurriedly finished half a bowl of rice, he secretly made small gestures under the table to send a message to his manager. Mao Zubin who received the message quickly walked over and took Yang Weijing away with an apologetic smile.

Before going out, Yang Weijing secretly turned his head and took a look at Mu Silu. He couldn't be blamed for being cowardly. Ever since Mao Zubin brought him into this old house, he didn't dare to raise his head to look around, let alone stare at Mu Silu. , just glanced at it, and felt that the other person's appearance in life was a little better than in the photo.

... It's not that he dislikes it, the photos of Mu Silu in the gossip news are really ugly.

At this moment, Mu Silu just put down his chopsticks and looked at him, with an indelible sadness on his brows. When Yang Weijing walked out the door, the two of them lost their sight.

Yang Weijing felt a sense of guilt, he seemed to know what Mu Silu would do next: because of his departure, remove the dishes from the table that had hardly been touched, and eat again when he lost his appetite.

Touching his flat belly, he sighed, then turned to Mao Zubin and asked, "Is the seat confirmed?"

Mao Zubin rolled his eyes: "Just wait for you to go and destroy them."

Thinking of delicious food, Yang Weijing grinned heartlessly, and happily got into the nanny's car.

Gu Nianyan was leaning on the branch of an ancient tree in Mu Silu's old house. Under the cover of the dark night and the branches and leaves, no one noticed that he appeared here.

The next day, Yang Weijing came to the crew's shooting location early to prepare. There were quite a lot of people on the scene, and he didn't know many people. After saying hello, he nestled in the corner to read the script. After a while, he felt a noise coming from the left. It seems that someone important has come.

He didn't want to join in the fun, but his manager in the crowd kept waving at him to signal him to go over, so he got up and trotted closer, Mao Zubin pulled him over and brought him in front of a person.

Chi Lingquan greeted Yang Weijing with a smile, and talked to Mao Zubin in a low voice. Yang Weijing could tell that the two had a good relationship.

Mao Zubin kept Yang Weijing by his side all the time, praising him for his good vision and choosing Yang Weijing as a good seedling, but it was a pity that no matter how good the seed was, the poor soil could not allow it to thrive.

After all, Chi Lingquan understands the hidden meaning in Mao Zubin's words: "Since you praise him so much, it seems that he really satisfies you. I haven't received any good scripts here recently. How about it? If I see something suitable, I will definitely let you know."

With Chi Lingquan's promise, Mao Zubin knew that the other party was busy with other things so he couldn't bother him, so he took Yang Weijing away after hugging him enthusiastically.

Yang Weijing didn't know Chi Lingquan, so he asked Mao Zubin, "Brother Mao, who is he?"

Mao Zubin pointed to the figure in another studio not far away. Yang Weijing recognized at a glance that it was the popular young actor Ning Xinhe. After careful consideration, he came to a conclusion: "His manager?"

Mao Zubin nodded: "Xiaochi has a wider network than me. Xinhe has been on fire recently, and there must be as many role invitations as there are snowflakes. There will always be someone who is suitable for you, just their family and has no schedule. Then Xiaochi will give us some advice. , we are also fighting for it one step faster than others.”

Yang Weijing groaned, and patted Mao Zubin's shoulder: "Brother Mao, I will definitely work harder and not let you down!"

As soon as the corner of Mao Zubin's mouth lifted into a gratified smile, Xie Buqing, the boss of the main investor of the film crew, appeared with the original author Ji Li, and hurriedly grabbed Yang Weijing's arm and pulled him to go there. hesitate.

Hesitantly said: "We'll just go there like this, isn't it good?"

They didn't have any friendship with the investor or the original author. Mao Zubin had the cheek to pass this way rashly, but he didn't have the thickness.

Mao Zubin glared at him: "This is how friends are made. If everyone is as timid as you are, who will be the first to reach out?"

"Mr. Xie, editor Ji, you guys came so early." Sure enough, Mao Zubin approached them familiarly, as if he had known them for a long time.

Compared with Xie Buqing's indifference, Ji Li on the side seemed a little shy: "Just call me by my name, Ji Bian sounds a bit strange."

Mao Zubin laughed: "Since that's the case, I won't be polite. By the way, the two of you came so early to personally supervise the progress of the crew. You really really value this drama."

It was still Ji Li who answered, "Well, it's my own work after all, it's the first time it's adapted into a film and television work, and I'm very nervous."

Xie Buqing finally spoke out, his voice full of pampering and helplessness: "Don't worry, with me in charge, I won't let you down."

Ji Li turned to look at him: "I'm not afraid of poor quality, this is my first movie to sell, and I can't help but want to watch it slowly take shape."

Yang Weijing looked at the two people's communication without any grievances, and sighed in his heart: The relationship is really good.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the reader "Yun Cheng" for irrigation nutrient solution!

(When I saw the number of nutrient solution bottles on the interface of the article, I always felt that something was wrong and I couldn’t tell. I went to the backstage to have a look...!!! I poured more than 100 bottles! Oh my god!)