After the top stream rejected me, I wanted to break the mirror and reunite

Back in the film and television city, Jiang Zhuohan filmed for a few days as usual, and Mu Xing never mentioned anything about the Mu family. He thought that what happened with Mu Xing on the phone that day was over.

As a result, one afternoon, a row of black cars of the same model parked outside their crew in a neat row. A group of people got out of the car and walked straight in. The scene manager didn't dare to stop them when they saw it.

Jiang Zhuohan was playing with Mu Xing. The weather was cold, but the costume was still a bit thick. He was sitting at a low table using a book as a house, when suddenly a group of people walked in aggressively, which made him froze.

He looked over, these people were wearing uniform black suits, as if they came from a dark organization, only the person in the front was dressed differently, like the boss of a dark organization.

However, the other party was actually wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking elegant and restrained, with his hair combed in an orderly manner, and with a calm smile on his face, standing upright in the middle of the room.If you don't pay attention to the fine lines at the corners of his eyes, you will feel that he is only in his 30s.

The moment Mu Xing saw the man, his brows sank, and he glared straight at the man with visible anger.

Jiang Zhuohan only looked at Mu Zhensheng's photo on the Internet some time ago, and it was many years ago. He was not sure that it was the man in front of him, but he was sure when he saw Mu Xing's eyes.

He lightly kicked Mu Xing under the table to signal him to calm down.Mu Xing looked at him, and his eyes softened a little.

"Mu Xing, find a place, let's talk."

Mu Zhensheng spoke calmly, as if everything in the room was controlled by him, and there were no people watching around him.

Mu Xing clenched his hands on the table, stared at Mu Zhensheng and gritted his teeth, but didn't say anything.

Mu Zhensheng suddenly gave the person next to him a wink, indicating to clear the room of other people. The other person immediately understood, and turned to ask: "Who is the person in charge here?"

Just when someone wanted to answer, Mu Xing rushed, "No, I have nothing to talk to you about. Get out!"

"Mu Xing."

The calmness on Mu Zhensheng's face was tinged with anger, but he still restrained himself and said, "I'm still willing to discuss it with you, otherwise I'll tie you back and you won't even have a chance to speak."

"You tied it. It's not like you haven't tied it before."

Mu Xing said something harshly, but Mu Zhensheng was suddenly discouraged. He walked up to Mu Xing, knelt down and said softly: "I know, you don't want to. But she only wants to see you in the end. The only thing I can do is That's the only thing I'm going to do. Mu Xing, for the sake of her being your mother—"

"Why didn't she consider me as her son when she threw me away! What does your messy things have to do with me? Did any of you ask me if I wanted to be born?"

Mu Xing interrupted Mu Zhensheng and roared. Jiang Zhuohan had never seen him so emotionally exposed. He moved to Mu Xing's side, patted Mu Xing's shoulder, and looked at Mu Zhensheng.

"Mr. Mu, this is the production crew, please don't stay if you have nothing to do with it, please go out."

Mu Zhensheng turned his eyes slightly, looked at Jiang Zhuohan and smiled slightly, "You are Jiang Zhuohan. I remember that I sent Mu Xing a ticket for a skiing competition 3 years ago, but at that time, he, his father, had just passed away and had no time to go , I didn’t give him the ticket.”

Jiang Zhuohan was startled suddenly, and looked towards Mu Xing. Mu Xing caught his gaze and immediately lowered his head without saying anything, but subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.

He just stared at Mu Xing in a daze for a while, then smiled coldly, looked at Mu Zhensheng again and said, "Sorry, Mr. Mu, if you refuse to leave, I can only call security."

Mu Zhensheng seemed to have heard his words, and suddenly stood up and looked down at Mu Xing, and finally said like an imperial decree: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will pick you up."

Then, the group of people who came in aggressively just left just like that. When Director Zhou arrived, they had already left the set. He looked around and finally asked Jiang Zhuohan, "What's going on? Who is that? Why do I feel familiar?"

Jiang Zhuohan didn't answer Director Zhou's question, but said, "Director Zhou, Mu Xing and I asked for leave this afternoon."

He didn't wait for Director Zhou to say yes, he grabbed Mu Xing and walked outside.

Director Zhou was still thinking about who the person was just now, and only realized when Jiang Zhuohan and Mu Xingxing walked away. How could he shoot when the male protagonist ran away?

With so many people on the set, there must be someone who knows Mu Zhensheng. A little search can probably guess the relationship between Mu Xing and Mu Zhensheng, and everyone will know tomorrow.

Jiang Zhuohan wasn't worried that someone would speak out, even if he did, Mu Zhensheng would suppress it.What surprised him was Mu Xing's attitude towards Mu Zhensheng.

Even if Mu Zhensheng was Mu Xing's eldest brother, and finally got together with his mother, Mu Xing shouldn't have reacted like this to Mu Zhensheng.He felt that Mu Xing didn't hate Mu Zhensheng, but hated and feared. He was worried about what Mu Zhensheng did to hurt Mu Xing when Mu Xing was a child.

"me--"

When he got to a place where no one was around, Mu Xing suddenly opened his mouth, but he couldn't continue.

Jiang Zhuohan didn't answer, he pulled him all the way into the car, closed the door, the two of them stood in the car like pillars, their heads were almost on the roof of the car but they didn't move.

"Let's talk now." Jiang Zhuohan shook off Mu Xing's hand and asked calmly.

Mu Xing lowered his eyes and moved his lips. It took a long while before he spoke, "I don't know what to say?"

"Didn't you get the tickets I sent?"

Jiang Zhuohan's tone seemed to ask "Have you eaten this morning", as if the half month he waited for was just a missed breakfast.

Mu Xing looked straight at him, couldn't say much, just nodded in a daze.

Then, the car fell silent.

After a long while, Jiang Zhuohan cursed, "Idiot."

"sorry."

Mu Xing continued to apologize, but Jiang Zhuohan ignored his apology, took a deep breath and changed the subject and asked, "Are you going to see her?"

Mu Xing didn't want to answer this question. He said that if he didn't go, Mu Zhensheng would tie him up, just like 3 years ago.

Three years ago, when Mu Chenghong was about to die, he also said that he wanted to see him, so Mu Zhensheng went all the way to find him and took him away by force.

"If you want to go, I will accompany you."

Jiang Zhuohan suddenly looked at Mu Xing seriously, with a gentle yet firm tone.Mu Xing seemed to have caught a ray of sunlight in the ice and snow. He stretched out a hand to touch Jiang Zhuohan's fingertips, then hugged Jiang Zhuohan, and buried his face into Jiang Zhuohan's neck.

Jiang Zhuohan stood straight and let Mu Xing hug him. After a while, he felt a warm water mark slipping on his neck. He hesitated for a moment, but still hugged Mu Xing's waist and clasped it hard.

After a long time, Jiang Zhuohan's legs were about to go numb. He patted Mu Xing's waist twice, "Is that enough? I'm tired."

"Ah? Oh." Mu Xing opened and closed his mouth, and let go of Jiang Zhuohan reluctantly.

Jiang Zhuohan pushed Mu Xing away, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of mineral water. When he was about to drink it, Mu Xing pressed his hand, "It's cold, don't drink ice."

"You care too much." Jiang Zhuohan replied dissatisfied, but Mu Xing still took away his refrigerated mineral water, and made him a pot of chrysanthemum tea.

He sipped his tea speechlessly and said, "I've asked Director Zhou for leave, where are we going in the afternoon?"

Mu Xing sat in front of him and stared blankly at him, but finally he decided, "Forget it, go back to the hotel and sleep."

"what--"

Mu Xing was frightened immediately, his eyes widened and his face turned red visibly.

Jiang Zhuohan frowned, "I mean sleep, lie on the bed and sleep—no, what are you thinking about! Dream it!"

"Well, I do it often." Mu Xing replied solemnly.

Jiang Zhuohan suddenly frowned deeper, feeling that there was no way to talk today, so he kicked Mu Xing under the table, "Go and drive."

They were in Jiang Zhuohan's RV, Liu Feng went somewhere during filming, Mu Xing drove obediently, Jiang Zhuohan sent Yuan Hang a message, and then they went back to the hotel.

At this moment, the paparazzi fans who usually hang out were not there. They easily got out of the car and went upstairs. When they reached the door of the room, they both stopped suddenly and looked at each other.

Mu Xing asked, "Are you going back to your room?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Zhuohan asked back.

Mu Xing racked his brains to think of a reason, "I have, a, a large refrigerator in my room, do you want to see it?"

Jiang Zhuohan frowned, and asked with a smile, "Really? How big is it? Let me see."

So, Jiang Zhuohan went into Mu Xing's room for the first time in a long time to see Mu Xing's big refrigerator.

The layout of Mu Xing's room is similar to that of Jiang Zhuohan's. The refrigerator is in the living room, which is exactly the same as Jiang Zhuohan's room, so there is really nothing to see.He opened the refrigerator door casually, just going to glance at it casually, but he froze as soon as the door opened.

There were no beverages or fruits in Mu Xing's refrigerator, and the refrigerator was full of various ingredients and stews.

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help asking: "Do you feed yourself extra meals in your room every day?"

As he said that, he turned to look for the cooking pot. There is no kitchen in the hotel. He searched around and saw three rice cookers.

"Sit down." Mu Xing pushed Jiang Zhuohan onto the sofa, closed the refrigerator door, and then opened a rice cooker, from which a bowl of stewed soup was poured out.

Jiang Zhuohan was shocked again, this man really had extra meals in his room every day.

Mu Xing explained: "I have nothing to do when I come back. I originally cooked it and wanted to send it to you, but I was afraid that you would get angry."

Jiang Zhuohan looked at the hot bowl that Mu Xing brought to him, still steaming, he took it, picked up a spoon and tasted it, the temperature was just right, the soup was very fresh and fragrant.

"How is it?" Mu Xing asked expectantly.

Jiang Zhuohan looked at the person in front of him who seemed to be wagging his tail, and replied, "Good practice."

"I can prepare several kinds of cuisines now, and I will cook them for you next time."

Mu Xing spoke casually, but his eyes seemed to be saying "Hurry up and say you want to eat".

Jiang Zhuohan didn't say anything, he took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the soup in his hand, and then sent it directly.

Accompanying text: Your male god's hobby @木行STAR

Jiang Zhuohan was simply amused by Mu Xing's way of making soup every day, so he couldn't help but want to post it, and didn't think about anything else.But after he sent it out, "Xinghe Hanhan" CP fans and Mu Xingwei fans staring at him all went crazy.

In Xinghe Hanchao's words, it boiled a few minutes after Jiang Zhuohan finished posting.

[Oh my god!I just came to touch a fish and was crushed to death by sugar!Who will tell me what Hanhan is doing?Was that bowl of soup cooked by Xing? 】

[Han Han just wanted to show off, your male god made soup for me, and none of you have it!Tsk!smelly couple]

[Why just a bowl of soup?Han Hanlu's hands are still wearing costumes, so the soup can't be a prop, right? 】

[Why is there still a button to press the sugar back? Look at the background, the sofa, the coffee table and the carpet. How could the crew have such decorations? It must be in the room. 】

[Sisters, quickly enlarge the picture, there is Xing's face on the coffee table, and he smiled again! ! ! ! 】

【I go!it is true!Opposite the bowl, the coffee table reflects the face of the star!What the hell are they doing? They shouldn't be filming in the crew at this time!Why drink soup in the room? 】

[Is Han Han sick?So Sung is taking care of him? 】

[No way, Han Han is in good health, running every morning, a hundred times more self-disciplined than us. 】

[If you have candy and don’t knock it, curse what kind of man is sick!Can't just finish do, star to make up for Han Han's body! 】

In the middle of the excitement about CP fans, a strange comment suddenly came in.

[Is a movie king having a brain twitch, and this is also posted!Xing Xing, those beautiful hands of yours are not for men to cook, they are silly things, you don’t even know if someone slips away! 】

[I was so sweet by Sister Weifan!Xing Xing's beautiful hands are for Han Han cooking, you have the ability to tell him not to do it! 】

……

Mu Zhensheng used his tablet to read the materials sent by his subordinates, and frowned involuntarily, "What are these?"

The subordinate replied, "It's the CP super chat between the young master and Mr. Jiang. It's a place where a group of people who think they are a couple get together. You said you want all the information they have together, so I found them all."

"Forget it. Look up Jiang Zhuohan's personal experience, everything."

"Yes."

The subordinate left after returning, Mu Zhensheng put down the tablet, took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, then his cell phone rang, and he picked it up and put it to his ear.

"Sir, Miss Cen, she's gone."

Mu Zhensheng remained motionless after listening, the phone slipped from his hand.