Kiss you again like a baby [entertainment circle]

Qu Ming nestled on the bed.

Tang Cheng rushed into the room in a hurry: "Hurry up, my uncle, you still have to put on makeup for the interview of "Skinny" today. Sleep, sleep, sleep, others have 24 hours a day, and you have to sleep for 25 hours."

Chirping like a sparrow.

Qu Ming struggled to dig out his ears, his eyes were closed, he rolled over with a slamming quilt, his whole body was written with "I still need to sleep".Turning over, the quilt was pulled, revealing a pair of slender white feet on his side.

"..." Tang Cheng's hand knocking on the door paused, and his shouting energy faltered instantly.He stared at the white and tender ankle, his pupils constricted, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Is there really only one obvious human-shaped protrusion under the quilt?Tang Cheng stared at those apparently petite feet, doubting his life.Don't be a one-night stand partner who was kidnapped from where the fuck is, hide it in it? !

He hurried to the bed in three steps at a time, and lifted the quilt.

The boy, about ten years old, was wearing obviously baggy pajamas, he was clinging to Qu Ming like an octopus, and he was breathing gently with his eyes closed.A handful of dull hairs on the top of the head are still standing on end.And Qu Ming lifted up the pajamas around his waist, and put his damn hand on the child's slender and white waist, just like that, holding the child firmly in his arms, with his chin resting on top of the person's head!

The two of them actually... stuck together from top to bottom without leaving any gaps.

He Tang Cheng swears to the sky: I have never seen Qu Ming so approachable!

It's just that this child... Reminiscent of the crisp and soft "brother" in Quming's live broadcast last night, Tang Cheng's hanging heart finally returned to its original place.At least there is reasonable evidence that this child must have been thrown here by some of Qu Ming's relatives.

Tang Cheng walked up to him and shook him vigorously: "Are you fucking awake? Get up!!!"

No one responded.

"The sun is drying my ass! Wake up and shoot——interview——!"

It was still silent.

Looking at the two sleeping like dead pigs in front of him, Tang Cheng sadly ran to the closet to search for clothes, and randomly put them on for Qu Ming.After that, Qu Ming, who was sleepy and hadn't had time to recover, ran towards the nanny's car downstairs.

The speed is as fast as a gust of wind.

Tang Chenggang gently closed the door.

Jiang Chuling buried her head on the still warm sheet, and slowly opened her eyes.He swayed his legs, raised his head, and his eyes were full of narrowness.

……

Qu Ming dreamed that he was running on a bumpy road.

When he regained his consciousness, he saw the modern car seat, and he couldn't react for a while.

The driver was racing and slammed on the brakes at a red light.

Without paying attention, he lost his balance instantly and rushed forward.

After a while, the green light came on, and Tang Cheng said in the passenger seat: "Green light, green light! Hurry up! My son hasn't put on makeup yet. It took him a long time to drag him out, but we must not delay the interview again." , all previous efforts have been wasted!"

"..." Qu Ming moved back, leaned on the cushion and rubbed his temples, looked at the back seat of the car, especially the notebook in his hand and asked quietly, "What are you talking about?"

It looks like...it seems to be on the way to the interview.

"The busy man has finally woken up? He and your brother are inseparable, so inseparable." Tang Cheng turned his head angrily.

Qu Ming flipped through the script, but didn't see a word.

Hearing this, he cast a look of "you create something out of nothing" to Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng smiled wickedly: "I'm still pretending, I saw everything."

Qu Ming was confused and spread his hands: "?"

"Isn't it because your younger brother is wearing pajamas the size of yours, lying on the same bed with you, like glue? Now you still feel ashamed and refuse to admit it? This is not like your usual style!" Tang Cheng was sure, and smiled, " Just the one who called your brother last night? So many people in the live broadcast room heard it all, and the voice was so sweet. Fans on Weibo are guessing that you have raised a cute cub. The live broadcast effect is still good, dad is very relieved of you .”

"..." It turned out to be Jiang Chuling.

Qu Ming was silent, and then thought of something, he ground his teeth lightly: "This year's netizens are not good, no one said I am a golden house? Their imagination needs to be improved."

"I'm bah! You're talking nonsense." Tang Cheng ignored him, groaned, and commented, "But your brother is skinny and tender, could he be malnourished? I think his children are so tall in their teens , why does he nestle in your arms like a bird. The waist is also thin, too thin is not good, eat more. Of course, he is quite good-looking. I would like to be his brother fan. Are you interested in letting him He followed in your footsteps!"

Qu Ming smiled, and snorted: "Pull it down. You are in your twenties, and you are just like a small bird in front of me? It doesn't matter who he is, the main thing is that I am tall, handsome, strong, and attractive. , understand? He is just a furry kid, can he look as good as me when he grows up?"

If possible, what else would he do with his face.

Qu Ming's face changed instantly, and he smiled coldly from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Cheng looked at his words and looked at him uneasy: "Your expression control ability needs to be improved now. Sometimes I don't blush and my heart doesn't beat, and sometimes it looks like I owe you 800 million. It's so strange."

"Okay." Qu Ming pulled out a deadly smile, "You owe [-] million."

"I'm not kidding with you! It's very serious." Tang Chengyu said earnestly, "Yesterday's revelation made a big fuss, and today's interview happened to clarify the draft, and it's also related to Song's resignation letter. You have to pay attention to your expression." Absolutely no strange eyes of any kind."

Qu Ming hummed twice, extremely perfunctory.

"Recently, the company is also staring at you. The contract is about to expire, and the people above can't stand any trouble."

"Okay." Qu Ming yawned and didn't intend to speak again.

Tang Cheng took a second look, somehow felt that Qu Ming was out of line, not trimmed at all, and he didn't know whether he listened to it or not.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the scene of the "Skinny" interview.

Qu Ming is just a small villain in "City Spring Vegetation".But Qu Ming has outstanding appearance and excellent temperament, and his appearance fits the villain in the book very well.In addition, the role played by Song Cicheng and the male protagonist played by Song Cicheng are full of drama, and the emotional tension is enough, which really restores the plot of the original book's bloody expansion.Most of the original parties are very satisfied with the casting.

The CP of decent villains is also gradually flourishing.

As soon as he walked through the door, the eyes of the entire venue were almost all focused on him.The little brother who was carrying the camera clapped his hands and got up to say hello. The rest of the people were busy with their own things, moving props and clearing the scene.The faces of the girls standing beside her were mostly red.

Qu Ming nodded and headed towards the dressing room.

Afterwards, the interview takes place.

Everything is going well.

Until the end, the host suddenly asked: "The relationship between people and plants is mentioned in "City Spring Vegetation". You also cue in various interviews that you have raised the most precious clover. Can you talk about the relationship between you and plants? Indissoluble bond?"

Qu Ming squinted his eyes, drinking water strategically: "The indissoluble bond..."

The host was afraid that Qu Ming would not answer, so he found a way for himself: "I heard that you have been adopted not long after your debut, and fans have left messages on your Weibo countless times, but we have never seen a single A photo. Could you take this opportunity to reveal it?"

Speaking of this, the meaning is also very obvious-anyway, I would not say it before, but now it is best to say it, not to say it will be dragged down.

But Qu Ming swallowed back the words "no comment" that were about to blurt out: "The owner of the flower shop forced it on me, and I'm not ashamed to refuse it. He said that the mimosa is so naughty, I need to find a good person to scare him Vigorous. I will be a good person to the end, send the Buddha to the west, and take over the mess. As for why I don’t post on Weibo..."

Qu Ming paused, and quickly organized words in his mind.

A row of staff members were all amused, and all turned to look at him.Facing their curious eyes, Qu Ming was filled with guilt: It’s really not that he didn’t want to talk about the years between him and Mimosa, but that as a reader of novels and a painter of comics, he really couldn’t see the essence through the appearance... The ghost knows what Yuanshen thought at the beginning.

After a few seconds of silence, Qu Ming had no choice but to talk nonsense, and said: "Other people's fans are all sucking cats, dogs, and rabbits. How come you don't even let go of an ordinary mimosa? Isn't it bad to be a human being? Gritting his teeth, Qu Ming emphasized the word "ordinary", "Listen to my brother's persuasion, don't grow flowers and plants if there is nothing to do, it will be more noisy than cats and dogs when it is unhappy."

"It's such an interesting description, it can be considered a special experience!" The host also laughed, "Did you hear that, fans, you'll be at a disadvantage if you don't listen to your brother's words!"

Qu Ming smiled and nodded, put down the water glass, sweating from the bottom of his palms.It can be regarded as muddling through.

After the end, Tang Cheng gave a thumbs up of admiration: "When did you become so talkative, why didn't I know you still have this ability to control the field? It's like a different person." Tang Cheng took Qu Ming to the nanny As the car walked away, he didn't forget to touch Qu Ming with his shoulder.

Of course, it must be a different person.Qu Ming smiled but said nothing, leaned into the car, and said, "You don't know much. Where to eat, isn't the takeaway delicious? Anyway, there is a two-person interview in the afternoon, and I can't go home .”

"Ah? I'll take you to the Chenmu Hotel!" Tang Cheng put on his seat belt, stunned, "You forgot?! Today is the 23rd. Didn't you have an appointment with Song Cicheng?"

"..." I have an appointment with Song Cicheng?

Why doesn't Qu Ming remember such a plot in the book?

Qu Ming asked, "Which ear of yours heard me?"

Tang Cheng doubted life: "Did you not have an appointment? You always think about it. Before the interview, Song Cicheng's assistant just asked me to remind you well, lest you forget."

He looked over suspiciously: "You really don't have an appointment?"

Qu Ming touched the bridge of his nose, speechless: "It seems that we have an appointment."

If nothing else, the cliff is that kid Jiang Chuling.

Qu Ming added a sentence in his heart.

Tang Cheng shouted: "You bastard! An appointment is an appointment, and no appointment is no appointment. How can it be like that? If you don't have an appointment, you still have no points?"

……

The car turned around and entered a literary and artistic backstreet.

Not long after, the Chenmu Hotel arrived.

Chenmu Restaurant is a well-known restaurant in City A for its confidential service. The service is thoughtful, but reservations are required, and the people who go there are either rich or expensive.So when Qu Ming went in, almost all the seats were empty.

Qu Ming walked into the store wearing a mask.

The waiter watched curiously as the man with perfect proportions of legs, hips and waist stepped in, and involuntarily took another look.

Qu Ming went straight to the corridor of the private room, turned on the phone, and looked at the private room number "Man Ting Chun" that the assistant had just sent him.

Qu Ming, who used to be a homeboy before crossing, hated himself for not being able to blow on the air conditioner beautifully, order a delicious lunch, and sit with his mobile phone for an entire afternoon.

He walked to Man Tingchun's private room, and the strength of holding the doorknob gradually increased, wishing to unscrew the doorknob.

After a pause for a few seconds, he opened the door of the private room.

Inside sat two men and a table of food.To be precise, it was a boy and a man, plus a table of dishes that had already been eaten by chopsticks.

The man was wearing a formal suit, and it was Song Cicheng.

And that child, who looked to be about ten years old, grasped the chopsticks awkwardly to pick up vegetables, and his chest was covered with splashes of soy sauce.

... These peachy eyes, this little face.

But it's not the picture he painted.

Isn't this person Jiang Chuling? Who is it?

Qu Ming frowned.