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

Jiang Zhuohan felt sleepy when he was full. He was going back to his room, but it turned out that he was wearing a costume, and the room was stuck in his own clothes, and he didn't bring it back.

Thinking of this, he looked at Mu Xing strangely. Why did Mu Xing wear the same costume as him, but why did he bring a room card?

"what happened?"

Mu Xing caught his gaze and asked, he glanced away and said, "I didn't bring my room card back, so I borrow your bathroom to take a shower."

Mu Xing raised his brows in surprise, then his eyes were bent down, and he said comprehensively: "I'll get you clothes, towels are in the cabinet under the mirror, there are new ones."

As he said, he went into the bedroom, stopped halfway and stopped abruptly, turned around and asked Jiang Zhuohan, "Do you want underwear?"

"Otherwise? Do you want me not to wear it?" Jiang Zhuohan replied generously, but Mu Xing blushed.

Mu Xing quickly ran into the bedroom, rummaged through the box and chest to find a set of his pajamas, the kind he had worn. As for the underwear, he really didn't have the nerve to take his worn ones.

Then he carried him out and stuffed it to Jiang Zhuohan, "There are no new pajamas."

Jiang Zhuohan didn't say anything, took the clothes and went to the bathroom. When he finished washing and getting dressed and brushing his hair, Mu Xing knocked on the door and came in, putting away his costume and wig.

"Take it back to the crew tomorrow."

Jiang Zhuohan only took one look and continued to brush his hair. Mu Xing's habits in life are not like those who don't care about anything outside, nor are they like the rich second generation who grew up pampered. Before Mu Xing's family situation, he always thought that the person who brought up Mu Xing was a stubborn old man with some cleanliness.

For example, the dishes must be cooked and eaten, the cold weather should not drink ice, the air conditioner should not be blown on when sleeping, and the clothes should not be thrown around.

He really couldn't figure out where Mu Xing's old habits came from. After wiping his hair, he deliberately threw the towel on the shelf. Seeing Mu Xing frowning to clean up, he clapped his hands and went out.

Mu Xing's room was also tidy, Jiang Zhuohan walked around like a private visit, and finally sat down in front of Mu Xing's desk.

The table is full of books about acting, besides the original work and script of "Not in Vain", and a half-written notebook.

He flipped through the notes casually, and felt Mu Xing's seriousness from every word he wrote stroke by stroke.

Mu Xing's performance at the beginning was indeed not very good, and he acted entirely with emotion.After they quarreled about that time, Mu Xing began to improve. After this period of time, he was completely different from the beginning. He thought that Mu Xing had enlightened. It turns out that no one in this world is a genius.

Just like people often say that he is talented and has better acting skills than regular actors in the industry for 3 years. In fact, it is just that he has put in more effort than others. He has read the script over and over again before entering each role. , Even in order to understand the characters, I really went to the streets to experience the loneliness of dying from hunger and cold.

Mu Xing also took a shower after tidying up. He deliberately didn't go to get his clothes first, so he wrapped a bath towel and went into the bedroom, but Jiang Zhuohan fell asleep on his bed.

Thinking of the two days before they went to the night show, they probably missed several days of sleep.For a moment, he didn't know whether to be disappointed or thankful, he pulled the quilt over Jiang Zhuohan's body, and then saw the open notebook on the table.

He went over to take a look and found that Jiang Zhuohan drew a dog that looked like a bush at the end. Although the dog didn't look like a dog, he felt like him.

So, Mu Dingliu took a picture of this dog that looks like him, and posted it, with the accompanying text: Your actor's drawing is so good [great][great][great]@江祖汉.

After Mu Xingfa finished, he put on his clothes and climbed onto the bed gently, then sat next to Jiang Zhuohan, leaning on the head of the bed and staring at Jiang Zhuohan's sleeping face, the afternoon sun sneaked in from behind the curtains, casting a layer of warm light on the floor , as if time stood still at this moment.

After a long time, Mu Xing finally moved. He picked up his mobile phone and clicked into Xinghe Hanchao. Sure enough, Chaochao was more lively than ever. The content he and Jiang Zhuohan posted today was screenshotted countless times.

[What day is it today, who can tell me what they are doing!I don't want to go to work anymore, do you have a group of sisters to visit the class?I'm going to get candy! 】

[You male gods, you movie kings, taste it, taste it carefully.Is it sweet?The teeth are sweet! 】

【Aren’t you curious about what Han Han painted?It's so good, I can't believe it. 】

【Ha ha!Upstairs sisters, the painting is of course a star!Go back and read "Cute as You", not to mention how similar they are, they are exactly the same. 】

Mu Xing was startled when he turned here, and hurried back to look at the photo of him and the dog that Jiang Zhuohan had sent before, and he found that Jiang Zhuohan's painting was really similar to that dog.

He couldn't help laughing, put down his phone and lay down.

With Jiang Zhuohan's back turned to him, he didn't dare to hug him presumptuously, so he could only get closer quietly, so close that Jiang Zhuohan was only a gap away from him.He closed his hands stiffly for fear of touching Jiang Zhuohan, but he couldn't restrain himself from wanting to get closer. His face was only a finger away from Jiang Zhuohan's back, and the hot breath he exhaled could return to his face.The arc of Jiang Zhuohan's back bone hidden under his clothes was faintly visible, and with his breathing fluctuating slightly, he involuntarily raised his head slightly, and kissed the butterfly bone under Jiang Zhuohan's shoulder, as if his chest was hotter than kissing his lips.

He froze in this movement for a while, then took a deep breath, turned over and lay flat, trying to restrain the restlessness in his body.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuohan's cell phone rang suddenly, and he jumped up from the bed in fright.

Hearing the familiar ringtone, Jiang Zhuohan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to the bedside table to touch his cell phone. He couldn't find it for a long time and finally opened his eyes. When he saw a strange room, he remembered that he slept in Mu Xing's place.

He sat up in a daze for a moment, and Mu Xing handed his cell phone in front of him.

"President Yan."

Jiang Zhuohan glanced at Yan Huai's name on the phone screen, and guessed that Yan Huai might be asking about Mu Xing.

He picked up and said, "What's wrong?"

"Where did you go? Is that Mu Zhensheng who came this afternoon?"

"Well, why are you asking this?"

"The crew has spread all over the place, so I can't ask?"

"Where are you?"

"Outside, have dinner with Lao Zhou."

"Send me the address."

Jiang Zhuohan hung up the phone after speaking briefly, and then got out of bed, "Lend me your clothes, I want to go out."

Mu Xing wanted to say that he was going too, but he didn't say so, and went silently to find clothes for Jiang Zhuohan.

The height difference between him and Jiang Zhuohan was only 4 cm, but his clothes were one size bigger than Jiang Zhuohan's. He searched for a long time but couldn't find a suitable one.

Jiang Zhuohan said impatiently: "Give me any one, I'm not you, I have to do styling when I go out."

"I haven't." Mu Xing refused to admit it.

Jiang Zhuohan didn't talk nonsense with him, he took a set from the closet by himself, and was about to change immediately, but he froze suddenly when he lifted the corner of the clothes, he looked at Mu Xing, "Do you want to see it?"

Mu Xing rolled his Adam's apple and nodded honestly.

Jiang Zhuohan snorted, "No, go out."

Mu Xing went out reluctantly, and also thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Jiang Zhuohan didn't understand that Mu Xing looked taller than him to the naked eye, but Mu Xing's clothes looked a bit bigger on him, so he took a set of sports-style sweaters specially, thinking that he wouldn't be able to tell when he put them on.

In the end, he found that his upper body was still a bit bigger, but he was too lazy to change it, so he pushed his sleeves up and went out.

"I am leaving."

Jiang Zhuohan glanced at Mu Xing who was clubbed into a pillar, and said goodbye casually.

"and many more."

Mu Xing subconsciously called Jiang Zhuohan to stop, and when Jiang Zhuohan looked back, he had nothing to say. It was rare for Jiang Zhuohan to wait patiently for a long while, and he finally came up with a sentence, "You forgot your phone."

Jiang Zhuohan hurriedly fumbled in his pocket, but sure enough he forgot, went back to the bedroom, took his phone with him, and said again, "Let's go."

"Senior brother!"

Mu Xing blurted out subconsciously, Jiang Zhuohan stopped in his tracks, this time without turning his head, Mu Xing walked behind him, reached out and hugged his shoulder from behind, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Will you come back?"

Jiang Zhuohan's chest rose and fell slightly, and after a moment of silence, he broke away from Mu Xing's hand, turned his head and smiled at Mu Xing, "Where am I going if I don't come back?"

He left after saying that.

Mu Xing watched him walk out of the door, and finally the door closed, and there was only silence in the room in an instant, without Jiang Zhuohan's silence.

What he wanted to know was whether Jiang Zhuohan, who protected him and comforted him gently today, would come back.

Jiang Zhuohan frowned fiercely when he received the location from Yan Huai. He put on the hat of his sweater, covered his face with only his eyes and nose, and found Yan Huai and Director Zhou in the corner of a small roadside shop. .

He walked over and sat down against the wall before taking off his hat, and then said: "I'm suffocated to death, I never thought that one day I would worry about being recognized by people in the street, Yan Huai, you will pay for my freedom!"

"You touch your conscience and say, am I the one who made you lose your freedom? It's not like you—cough, we brothers have done it for nothing for more than ten years. If you want to find freedom, whoever will go!"

After Yan Huai finished speaking, Director Zhou continued, "Don't cough, the whole crew knows about it today! Anyway, what will happen tomorrow, I can't stop it."

Jiang Zhuohan took a sip of the buckwheat tea in the store, "It doesn't matter, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."

The two people on the opposite side raised their brows and looked at him with "you have a big heart" eyes.

Yan Huai said: "You two can be indifferent, but can Mu Xing be indifferent? That's Mu Zhensheng, who is on the world's [-] richest list!"

Jiang Zhuohan took another sip of tea, but didn't reply.Yan Huai said again: "What happened to Mu Xingtao and Mu Zhensheng? Why did Mu Zhensheng come in person? Mu Xingtao, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jiang Zhuohan only answered the last question, he didn't want to tell others what others didn't want to mention behind his back.Then he reminded, "You also don't know anything, don't ask him."

Yan Huai said disapprovingly: "Yes, you two are really a family, one doesn't say anything, and the other doesn't ask anything. What's the purpose of having a long mouth? Eat, kiss and talk! It's not for looking good."

"Why are you angry with me?" Jiang Zhuohan's tone also sank.

Yan Huai replied, "I see you two are idiots upset!"

"That's enough, that's enough!" Director Zhou quickly persuaded, "Don't meddle in other people's family affairs, you outsiders."

Yan Huai immediately turned his head and yelled at Director Zhou, "I'm an outsider, is he? Did you ask him if he regarded himself as an outsider? You dare to argue with Mu Zhensheng, have you thought about what will happen to you if you offend him? And then? You offended people, and you are so stupid to let us not ask, just wait and see you get ripped apart by Mu Zhensheng, will you be happy!"

Jiang Zhuohan drank the tea in the cup in front of him in one gulp, put the cup on the table, and said, "I just feel good, how about it! It's amazing to be rich!"

Director Zhou stared at Jiang Zhuohan and felt that he seemed to be on top, and said, "Zhuohan, are you drunk from tea?"

Jiang Zhuohan took a deep breath, calmed down and said, "Director Zhou, Mu Xing and I will take a few days off."

"How many days please? Why are you going?"

"I'm not sure how many days it will take, but I should be able to come back in a week at most."

After Jiang Zhuohan said this, he got up and went out.

It's not far from the hotel. He came here on foot, but he didn't want to just go back, so he walked aimlessly. In order to avoid being recognized, he walked to places where no one was around, and finally walked around for a long time before leaving. Back to the hotel.

When he got outside the hotel, he called Yuan Hang and asked Yuan Hang to bring his room card.

However, just half a minute after he put down his hat to make a phone call, someone from the fans outside the hotel recognized him and took a picture of him with his mobile phone.Facing this kind of scene, he was still not used to it, so he quickly turned around and entered the hotel.

When Yuan Hang arrived, Jiang Zhuohan was waiting for him in the elevator. He took the room card and went over. First, he looked at Jiang Zhuohan from head to toe to make sure that Jiang Zhuohan's body was not his own. Finally, his gaze was fixed on Jiang Zhuohan's feet. He was wearing hotel clothes slippers.

He couldn't help asking curiously: "Brother Jiang, where did you go this afternoon without your room card?"

"Mu Xing's room." Jiang Zhuohan admitted frankly.

Yuan Hang suddenly felt that he had neglected his duty, "Then why didn't you call me and ask me to come back with the room card?"

Jiang Zhuohan glanced at Yuan Hang, took the room card, "You can go. I won't go to the set tomorrow, and you and Qi Feng will have a few days off."

"Huh? Where are you going? Aren't we going together?"

"Need not."

After Jiang Zhuohan finished speaking, he got into the elevator.

At the same time, Mu Xing was making soup in his room again. He was going to cook a pork rib thick noodle soup for Jiang Zhuohan's supper. When the soup was half stewed, someone knocked on the door, and he immediately ran to open the door with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Zhuo—"

He only yelled one word and saw the person outside the door, not Jiang Zhuohan, but Mu Zhensheng.

Mu Zhensheng stared at him coldly, and ordered: "Follow me."

Mu Xing frowned, looked at the bodyguards behind Mu Zhensheng, and immediately retreated to close the door, but the professionally trained bodyguards stepped forward to block the door, and then he was pushed into the room. Five people held him down, put a tranquilizer on his neck, and then lost consciousness.

When Jiang Zhuohan got out of the elevator, the door of an elevator next to him just closed.He walked to the door without paying attention, glanced at Mu Xing's room, and finally knocked on the door, but no one responded for a long time.

actually went out?

Jiang Zhuohan snorted at the door, and then returned to the room. He looked around every corner of the room without doing anything, even cleaned up the mess, and finally took out his mobile phone to call Mu Xing.

It rang for a long time but no one answered, until it was about to hang up automatically, it finally got through.

"Mu Xing?"

"I'm Mu Zhensheng."

Jiang Zhuohan immediately stood up straight, gripped the phone tightly, collected himself, and replied, "Where's Mu Xing?"

"Fell asleep."

Jiang Zhuohan didn't believe that "falling asleep" was really asleep, so he calmed down for a moment and asked, "Where are you taking him?"

"Go home." Mu Zhensheng paused and said, "Someone will take care of the crew's affairs for him."

It means that Mu Xing will not come back again.

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't help blurting out, "Why do you decide for him? He's an adult, even his parents don't have the right to decide tasks for him!"

Mu Zhensheng smiled indifferently, "Why should I, if you want to know, you can come and see."

Jiang Zhuohan suddenly clenched his phone again, and replied firmly, "Okay."

He heard Mu Zhensheng laugh again, and then hung up the phone. After a while, he received a message from Mu Xing's phone, an address.