The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Ming Heng didn't want to have dinner alone with Shen Mohan, so he spoke before Wan Xiaopeng could react.

"Xiaopeng just came to Beixia, and he is unfamiliar with the place, so let's go together."

Shen Mohan: "..."

Wan Xiaopeng: "..."

Seeing that Shen Mohan's face was dark, Wan Xiaopeng shrank his neck, and hurriedly said: "I won't go, I'll go to the hotel to get a room first, Mingheng, which hotel are you in?"

Mingheng: "It's okay, let's have dinner first and then go to the hotel."

"Eh...I don't"

Before Wan Xiaopeng could speak, he was interrupted by Shen Mo's cold voice, "Let's go."

Wan Xiaopeng: "..."

Woohoo, he is too difficult.

He really doesn't want to go!

Wan Xiaopeng followed the two out of the film and television city depressedly. When getting into the car, Ming Heng opened the door of the rear seat first and went up.

Shen Mohan, who just wanted to open the passenger car door for him: "..."

Wan Xiaopeng who witnessed this scene: "..."

Suddenly I want to laugh. . .

Hold back, hold back, don't laugh!

Wan Xiaopeng squeezed his mouth tightly, not letting the corners of his mouth turn up.

He pretended not to see anything, quickly got into the car, and the door closed with a soft "bang".

Shen Mohan pursed his lips, walked around to the cab and got into the car as if nothing had happened.

In the car, Mingheng didn't want to be too embarrassed, so he pulled Wan Xiaopeng to chat again.

Wan Xiaopeng is actually a talkative chatterbox, so once the chat started today, it was out of control. Even though the low air pressure in the car was getting colder and colder, it didn't affect the two people chatting happily in the back seat at all. .

The two chatted all the way like this, completely treating the person driving in front as transparent.

This time I ate at a high-end Chinese restaurant on Beiyuan Street. It was the first time for Wan Xiaopeng to eat in such a prestigious restaurant, and I was very excited.

The three still asked for a private room, and Ming Heng sat with Wan Xiaopeng when they were seated. With Wan Xiaopeng around, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Mingheng felt at ease, but someone was upset.

At this moment, Shen Mohan's heart is not only unhappy, it is simply depressed and unhappy!

There is an extra light bulb in the good world of two people, and what is annoying is that he found this light bulb by himself.

The most hateful thing is that this light bulb is still blind!

He is really blind, why did he choose such an assistant for Mingheng!

On the surface, it looks quite honest, but I didn't expect it to be a chatterbox!

With so many words, I really want to kick him out!

Shen Mohan was so overwhelmed that he didn't even have an appetite to eat, but Mingheng and Wan Xiaopeng ate with expressions of enjoyment.

When a foodie meets another foodie, the picture looks like this:

Wan Xiaopeng: "My God, this boiled beef dish is too delicious!"

Mingheng: "Yeah, the beef is very fresh, the knife is very good, the heat is very good, the meat is smooth and tender, there is no smell at all, the saltiness is moderate, if it is more spicy, it will be more delicious."

Wan Xiaopeng: "Ah, this steamed fish dish is also delicious! The fish is too tender!"

Mingheng: "Yeah, especially this sauce, the taste is really amazing."

Shen Mohan, who was treated as a transparent person the whole time: "..."

How can a heart be blocked!

Shen Mohan suddenly had an illusion, as if he was the redundant one. . . .

He was even a little dazed, and suddenly remembered that Mingheng used to chatter like this when he pestered him to eat together, but at the beginning...he just found it annoying.

The meal that Shen Mohan ate was tasteless, and more than half of the food went into the stomachs of Ming Heng and Wan Xiaopeng.

Wan Xiaopeng burped indecently, "Ah, I'm so full, it's really delicious."

"I'm full too, it's a bit spicy." Mingheng was sweating from the heat. When he first ate this dish, he didn't feel spicy at all, but after eating too much, he felt it was spicy. The spicier the better. .

Shen Mohan glanced over Ming Heng's hot red lips, and the thought came to his mind: What does it feel like to kiss?

He thought of that night again, that night, he didn't kiss Mingheng, but directly...

Stop, stop, don't think about it, if you think about it again, you will be stoned. . .

Shen Mohan quickly cleared the images in his mind, but then again, it has been three months since he did it with Ming Heng that night, and he hasn't...

Can't think, can't think, really can't think.

Shen Mohan drank the cold tea in the cup in one gulp, trying to relieve the dryness and heat in his body.

Coming out of the restaurant, Ming Heng said to Shen Mohan: "Well, you can take Xiaopeng to the hotel, I will take a taxi there by myself."

Wan Xiaopeng's eyelids twitched, and he hurriedly said before Shen Mohan could speak: "No, no, I'll take a taxi to the hotel by myself!"

With that said, he quickly opened the trunk and took down his suitcase.

Then he said to Mingheng: "Mingheng, let Mr. Shen take you to the film and television city, I will be there in a while, let's go first, bye!"

After leaving the words, Wan Xiaopeng pulled the suitcase and walked away with the wind blowing under his feet.

Mingheng: "..."

Shen Mohan glanced at Wan Xiaopeng's back, and snorted coldly in his heart, this man finally got acquainted.

Without any explanation, he opened the co-pilot's door for Ming Heng, "Get in the car."

Ming Heng had no choice but to get on the co-pilot.

After Shen Mohan got into the car, he asked Mingheng: "What do you think of this little assistant? If you don't like it, I'll change it for you."

"Uh...no need, I like him quite a lot."

Shen Mohan: "..."

Why do these words sound so harsh!

Shen Mohan plugged in the car key and started the engine.

Ming Heng turned his head to look out the car window again.

Shen Mohan: "..."

Talk to someone you just met, but have nothing to talk to him?

Or do you not want to talk to him at all?

Shen Mohan's face turned cold, and he asked Ming Heng: "When will you return to the imperial capital?"

"Eh... the director wants to finish filming the scene here. If it's quick, I can go back Xiaoqian."

Today is the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are not many days left.

"Have you booked your flight?"

"No, I don't plan to go back by plane, I want to buy a high-speed rail ticket."

Air tickets have all increased in price now, especially first-class air tickets, which are more than twice as expensive as usual, and it’s too uneconomical, so Mingheng doesn’t plan to take a plane back, and high-speed rail tickets are cheaper than air tickets.

Shen Mohan said: "It's inconvenient to take the high-speed rail, I'll ask someone to book a ticket later."

"Forehead…"

ok ok~

Ming Heng silently swallowed the "no need" that came to his lips, because he suddenly remembered what Mrs. Shen told him last night. Mrs. Shen said that Shen Mohan was in a bad mood these days, and that there was something wrong with the company .

No wonder she lost weight.

Ming Heng opened his mouth, wanting to ask him what's wrong with the company, but felt it was inappropriate, so he asked casually, "When are you going back to the imperial capital?"

"In two days." Shen Mohan's heart was congested again, what does Ming Heng mean by this?

So you don't want to see him?