Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

When the groups were ready, Song Lei shouted from behind the monitor: "Are the actors ready? Shooting has started."

Shen Nian found a folding chair, sat beside Song Lei, and watched the situation on the field through the monitor.

Emperor Xichen played by Jiang Sijia is dressed in black casual clothes and stands at the end of the street with his hands behind his back.

The camera gradually zoomed in on the close-up of his face, and he stared at the camera with wide-eyed eyes and a look of astonishment.

"Ugh……"

Shen Nian heard Song Lei sigh helplessly.

Jiang Sijia's play is not good, the emotions of the characters are too superficial, and they will only present the straightforward meaning of the words dryly.

For example, here, it shows that when Emperor Xichen saw Chong Qiang, he was surprised, but also had a small part of hidden complex emotions.

Missing his father, worrying about Chong Qiang's dissatisfaction with him.

Jiang Sijia only exaggerated the interpretation of "shock" and nothing else.

Song Lei didn't stop, he knew very well that the limit of Jiang Sijia's drama was there, even if he shouted cards over and over again, this person would not be able to comprehend the higher realm.

Tan Mengqi took him a few times, but the show also couldn't get up.

Shen Nian quietly looked at the monitor, in the frame, Chong Qiang played by Jian Xichen approached him slowly.

Jiang Sijia opened her mouth: "Father, father..."

Jian Xichen bent down to pick up the finger that fell on the ground, held it on his fingertips, and shined it on the moonlight: "Do you remember what my father told you when he gave you this finger?"

Jiang Sijia suddenly lost his mind, he faced Jian Xichen at close range, and he could feel the strong traits pervading him most, which he had never found, the natural arrogance of an emperor.

"I said that from now on, Dongyun will be all in your thoughts." Jian Xichen said softly, carefully straightening the hair crown on Jiang Sijia's head, as if standing in front of him was not an adult emperor, but still an emperor. That little boy of seven or eight years old.

Jian Xichen grabbed Jiang Sijia's right hand and pushed the wrench into his thumb little by little: "When you become an emperor, you have to get used to loneliness. Those feelings that hold you back will pull you down. You leave the country and leave Beijing privately. To catch a woman. Don't you know which is more important?"

"Father, Ke Erchen likes her."

Jiang Sijia grabbed Jian Xichen's sleeve, just as anxious as when he grabbed it at the gate of the palace when he was a child.

"What do you use to like her?" Jian Xichen patted the back of his hand, "Xichen, sitting on the throne, your heart is very much in the world, and the rest is not, and the feelings are the same. You asked me before, Is he a good emperor, I am not. Because I have distracted others. Xichen, don’t learn from me.”

"Give it to my son."

Jiang Sijia looked down and saw the finger on the finger, blinked, a drop of tears fell from the eye socket, fell on the finger, and murmured: "Father... I understand."

"Card!"

Song Lei panted heavily, and smiled innocently at Shen Nian, "I suddenly became enlightened."

Shen Nian's reaction was not as great as his, he showed a pair of eyes from behind the monitor, looking towards the set.

Jian Xichen was talking to Jiang Sijia, and it could be seen that Jiang Sijia herself was quite happy.

In the second half of the scene, he finally entered the scene.

The light from the monitor screen swept across Shen Nian's face, cutting fine shadows under his eyelashes, showing no emotion.

Shen Nian has never seen Jian Xichen in such a state, his words and actions are so gentle that it is outrageous.

The usual labels of foolishness, vicious tongue, and extreme narcissism are all gone, and it's completely like a different person.

Shen Nian didn't think it was because of the few words he said in the lounge.

In this scene, Jian Xichen gave him the feeling that there was such a person talking to Jian Xichen himself.

Jian Xichen is Emperor Xichen, and Chong Qiang is his fantasy.

A person who taught him how to be an emperor.

Jiang Yao was also on the set: "Is Jian Xichen a newcomer to your company?"

"Yes." Shen Nian stretched his waist, "Why are you haunted."

Jiang Yao said with a smile, "You wouldn't talk to me like this before."

Shen Nian pressed the armrest of the chair and stood up, looking straight at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao's pupils are dark brown, and under the night, they look like old yellowed shadows.There was a smile on his face, no different from back then.Only the fine lines around the eyes are slightly darker.

After all, this person likes to laugh, especially Shen Nian who is facing him.

Shen Nian saw himself in his pupils, and suddenly got bored: "You said it too, that was before."

Jiang Yao rubbed his neck and shook his head regretfully: "It's okay, I'm not the same as before."

"I'm not interested in knowing what you are like."

Shen Nian didn't want to see Jiang Yao in his heart, as soon as he saw him, he would unconsciously fall into the memory of that nightmare.

While sending messages to Jian Xichen, Shen Nian walked towards the gate of the studio.

Don't read if you are already in a hurry: 【I'll wait for you at the door. 】

There was a sudden commotion at the gate, and several takeaways rushed in with several large cartons.

As soon as the life producer followed the delivery man into the set, he started yelling: "I ordered supper and drinks. Let's cool down from the heat."

Just in time for filming, the staff rushed over in a swarm. The freshly squeezed watermelon juice is completely cold, which is a cool tool for the crew in summer.

Shen Nian squeezed into the crowd and grabbed a bottle. Just as he unscrewed the cap, Jiang Yao stepped in and snatched it: "You can't drink ice."

Shen Nian frowned, and snatched it back: "What's none of your business?"

"Is what he said true?"

Jian Xichen didn't announce tonight, she came over after taking off her makeup and changing her clothes.

Jiang Yao hurriedly explained: "Don't you know that he has a bad stomach? Don't drink anything that is too cold."

Jian Xichen's face was indifferent, but remembering Shen Nian's stomach trouble last time, he knew in his heart that Jiang Yao was not talking nonsense.

However, Shen Nian...

"Nonsense." Shen Nian had already unscrewed the bottle cap, and took a big gulp of iced watermelon juice, "He knows a ghost."

Shen Nian put her shoulders on Jian Xichen's body, left Jiang Yao behind, and walked out of the set gracefully.

"That scene was shot well." Shen Nian didn't have any self-knowledge, and drank some watermelon juice, "It can also lead Jiang Sijia's scene, okay."

"Director Song also said it was good." Jian Xichen took the bottle from Shen Nian's hand.

Shen Nian was anxious: "Hello!"

Jian Xichen took the mouth of the bottle that Shen Nian drank, and drank the rest of the drink in one gulp.

Shen Nian was stunned: "I just drank it."

"I know." Jian Xichen aimed at the trash can on the side of the road, threw the empty bottle and hit it, "I don't mind."

Shen Nian thought brokenly: "I mind."

People want to die, and others can't stop it even if they want to.

Before he got back to the hotel, Shen Nian's stomach couldn't hold it anymore, a few big mouthfuls of iced watermelon juice, it was almost like the Antarctic iceberg melting, and the low temperature of minus 250 degrees in his stomach set off monstrous waves.

Shen Nian was in so much pain that she hung on Jian Xichen's body, moaning, "It's all that idiot named Jiang."

After getting out of the elevator, Jian Xichen put his arms around his waist and brought him by his side: "You drink the watermelon juice yourself."

"If he doesn't grab it, I'll take it back and drink it slowly."

Jian Xichen: "Shen Qing is trying to save face and suffer."

"..." Shen Nian gritted his teeth, "Forget it."

Shen Nian grabbed Jian Xichen's arm tightly, and said weakly, "Open the door quickly, I can't stand anymore."

"Where do you put your room card?" Jian Xichen couldn't find it in his coat pocket.

"In the pocket." Shen Nian closed his eyes, he really couldn't stand still, and slid down Jian Xichen's body.

"No." Jian Xichen hugged him tighter.

"Pant pockets."

Jian Xichen put his other hand into Shen Nian's jeans pocket.

The temperature in the pocket is a little hotter than outside.

The pockets of the jeans are tight and the fabric hugs the thigh muscles.With a slight movement of Jian Xichen's hand, he could touch the firm thigh of this man.

When Jian Xichen touched the room card, his fingers accidentally touched a soft object, which lay there quietly and obediently.

Jian Xichen: "..."

He obviously felt the body of the person in his arms tense.

Jian Xichen quickly withdrew her hand and opened the door with the room card.

Shen Nian lowered his head, trembling flashed in his eyes, like falling into an ice cellar, the pain from his stomach flowed through his blood and bones.With Jian Xichen's slap just now, his heart almost stopped beating.

Such a hidden part contained his deepest fear.

Jian Xichen helped Shen Nian to the bed, Shen Nian held back the trembling all over: "There is stomach medicine in the silver suitcase, please help me get it."

When Jian Xichen returned to the bedroom with the stomach medicine, Shen Nian had already taken off his coat, kicked off his shoes, got into the quilt, and wrapped himself into a glutinous rice ball.

Jian Xichen poked Nuomizi: "Shen Qing, come out and take medicine."

After a while, Shen Nian poked out half of his head, mist formed in his eyes, his face was a little red, and he looked listless.

Shen Nian just got into the water and took a stomach medicine: "Thank you."

Then he slumped back into the bed, waiting for the medicine to take effect.

Jian Xichen saw that his eyebrows were still tightly frowned: "Do you want to rub it?"

Shen Nian's eyes dimmed a little, and she huddled under the quilt and said sullenly, "Okay."

Sitting at the head of the bed, Jian Xichen pulled the quilt into his arms with others, put his hand into the glutinous rice, and carefully rubbed Shen Nian's stomach through the underwear.

Shen Nian arched her body and leaned against Jian Xichen weakly.

Jian Xichen's palm is like a constant temperature air conditioner, when there is nothing to do, turn on the cold wind.When needed, turn it into a warm room.

Right now, it's just a hot water bottle, pressing warmly on his stomach, very comfortable.

Shen Nian couldn't help humming.

Jian Xichen's hands were neat, and he only drew a circle around his stomach: "Who is Jiang Yao to you?"

"The senior of the university."

"Ever liked him?"

"……No."

"He liked you?"

Jian Xichen used a declarative sentence in this sentence.

"Is it that obvious?"

Shen Nian suddenly moved and sat up straight.

As a result, when he sat up, Jian Xichen's hand naturally slid down.

If you accidentally touched a point at the door just now, then this time, Jian Xichen's entire palm is just right to cover that cute little thing.

Jian Xichen: "..."

Shen Nian changed from "???" to "!!!"

Shen Nian's expression changed immediately.

The darkness in the depths of his memory instantly gushed out, easily drowning him.