The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Shen Mohan didn't expect that he would meet Ming Heng even though he deliberately avoided time, let alone that Ming Heng actually called him a crooked neck tree?

This is the Mingheng he knew?

Shen Mohan frowned imperceptibly, his deep eyes looked straight at Ming Heng, who turned his face away in embarrassment.

Wang Yueling felt embarrassed for Ming Heng. Seeing Ming Heng's embarrassment, she felt a little amused, but hurriedly greeted Shen Mohan, "Mr. Shen, good afternoon."

Shen Mohan withdrew his gaze, and slightly nodded at Wang Yueling.

Ming Heng followed Wang Yueling out of the elevator, and Shen Mohan went in. He didn't know that it was his illusion. The moment they passed by, he felt Shen Mohan turn his head, and his warm breath hit his ear.

But at this moment, he felt a gaze fall on his back.

It wasn't until I heard the elevator doors close that the burning feeling disappeared.

Ming Heng breathed a sigh of relief, to be honest, Shen Mohan's aura was too cold and strong, especially when facing his deep and cold eyes, there was always a feeling of being seen through by him.

Can't stand it, can't stand it, try to avoid Shen Mohan in the future.

Ming Heng went to her studio with Wang Yueling, and the staff in charge of costumes and props measured him, and then they just waited for the shooting to start.

Originally, Mingheng's makeup photo was going to be taken, but Wang Yueling finally decided not to take the makeup photo for now, and Mingheng didn't ask her why she didn't take it. Already won, now waiting to start shooting.

Mingheng stayed at Ming's house for two nights, and then went back to live in Jinhua villa area.

Zheng Wanyan was worried about him, so she followed him to have a look.

"Son, you really want to live here alone, so what do you do with your meals?" Zheng Wanyan said for the nth time.

"Cough... Mom, don't worry, I'm such a big man, can I still starve myself?"

He can cook, and he will go out to buy some food in a while.

Zheng Wanyan didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, she didn't give up and said: "Son, you said how good it is for you to live at home, don't you like to eat the dishes made by Yang Ma the most, and it is convenient to live at home, look at your place , deserted, why do you have to move here?"

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, Mom, I just want to be more independent. Don't worry, I won't go back. I won't be busy in the future. I will go home often." Mingheng knew her What are you worried about? It's nothing more than worrying that he won't be able to let Shen Mohan go, afraid that he will look for him again.

But he also knew that what he said now, she would not believe that he had really let go of Shen Mohan, so he didn't say much, and left everything to time.

Zheng Wanyan saw that he said that he wanted to live alone, so she sighed in her heart and said no more.

But before she left, she still couldn't help telling her: "Son, since you divorced Mo Han, don't go looking for him again."

Ming Heng nodded hurriedly, and assured him: "Don't worry, Mom, a good horse will never turn back, and I will never go to him again!"

"Then mom is going back first. You take good care of yourself and call home if you have anything to do. By the way, is there enough money in your card? If not, I'll ask your brother to transfer the money to you later."

"Uh... No need, Mom, I have enough money in my card, and I'll tell you if it's not enough."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

Ming Heng watched Zheng Wanyan enter the elevator, heaved a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to the room, and closed the door.

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In a blink of an eye, it was time to start filming and join the group. Ming Heng woke up early, made a bowl of nutritious and delicious tomato egg noodles, and ate breakfast happily.

Just after eight o'clock, he took a taxi to the film and television city.