In the surrogate abuse article, I am possessed by the drama

"Enough waves, you know you're back?"

Just as Jiang Yu took two steps, he saw Mo Songlin sitting on the sofa, his face so gloomy that water dripped down his face, and Feng Qiu sitting on the sofa next to him, both proud and frightened Mo Songlin kept a little distance.

Jiang Yu walked over slowly, shrinking back in fear, but his tone was joyful: "Mr. Mo, I miss you very much."

"Why can't I see it?" Mo Songlin looked at him coldly, his dark eyes were lifeless, and his voice seemed to be frozen: "I think you're having a good time?"

Jiang Yu was stunned.

The joy in his eyes was instantly extinguished, and countless bitterness and grievances flooded up: "I, I'm not happy..."

"Unhappy?" Mo Songlin: "Why are you unhappy? You went abroad without permission, you are trying to provoke me..."

"I'm just not happy!" Jiang Yu abruptly interrupted his spellcasting.

"I'm not happy without Mr. Mo! I want to stay with Mr. Mo day and night, and I really want to call Mr. Mo every night, but that's the cell phone of the crew, and Mr. Mo doesn't come to see it." I……"

Mo Songlin's pitch-black face became even darker in an instant when the pitch-black cauldron hit him.

How dare this little thing blame him?

Feng Qiu raised his face and chimed in: "Then why did you resist when Mr. Mo wanted to pick you up? I think you just..."

"Do you think I'm the same as you?!" Jiang Yu, who was soft-spoken, suddenly glared at his almond eyes and raised them thirty decibels: "I don't want to be like you and idle around and eat Mr. Mo's free rice!"

"???" Feng Qiu was choked into his throat by a black pot, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak, like a chicken whose neck was strangled: "I, I, I, I didn't..."

"Stop arguing." Mo Songlin said to Feng Qiu with a dark face, "Go back to your room."

Feng Qiu glanced at Jiang Yu angrily: You will suffer in a while!

Feng Qiu went upstairs, Mo Songlin turned around with a gloomy face, and continued to look at Jiang Yu with a chilling gaze.

He really deserves to be the "dark and gloomy" boss Gong in the original book, his eyes, his face, tsk tsk tsk.Jiang Yu sighed in his heart: This color looks like the asphalt road outside.

"Do you recognize someone named Qin Huai in the crew?"

Well, it's time to interrogate him.

Jiang Yu was taken aback, and whispered in confusion: "—Who?"

Before Mo Songlin judged the truth of his words, he suddenly realized: "Oh——it's the senior who Mr. Mo asked me to study hard."

Just as Mo Songlin's expression was about to change, Jiang Yu leaned forward two steps excitedly, and said happily, "The photography uncle in the crew taught me a lot of skills, and that Mr. Qin is also very good, but it's a pity that he was in trouble after only one day of filming." I left, I didn't have a few words with him..."

Mo Songlin's furrowed eyebrows widened slightly, and he sat down again: "Really?"

"I really didn't mean not to listen to you! Although I didn't learn anything from Mr. Qin, I have been asking my uncle the photographer and sister the makeup artist. I also learned how to play the piano. I'll play it for you." Jiang Yu Joyfully ran to the piano in the corner of the living room, opened the piano a little strangely, then stretched out a thumb with one hand, and pressed it tremblingly.

Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle~ the sky is full of little stars~

Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle~ the sky is full of little stars~

Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle~ the sky is full of little stars~

An elderly Parkinson's version of "Little Star" with a single-sentence loop is slowly squeezed out from between the keys, and these hundreds of thousands of pianos are forcibly played in Jiang Yu's hands as a children's toy for nine yuan and nine free shipping .

Mo Songlin's pitch-black face was gradually washed from black to red by the soul-washing voice, then from red to green, and then from green to yellow.Mo Songlin, with his sallow and sallow bossy face, finally turned into a human-shaped traffic light.

His voice was no longer bone-chillingly cold, but turned into a lament that the end was approaching: "It's okay..."

At the end of the song, Jiang Yu wiped his hands, thinking that you don't know how to appreciate my professional pianist playing for you.

He collected himself, turned his head from the piano bench, and showed a gentle and slightly shy smile to Mo Songlin who was staring blankly on the sofa.

That smile was reflected in Mo Songlin's eyes, and his blood boiled in just a split second.

High school, music class.

The smooth sound of the piano flowed out from the man's hands, sometimes like a lingering trickle, sometimes like a majestic river, everyone was intoxicated by the dreamlike sound of the piano, only him, staring blankly at the white-clothed man on the piano bench. Boy, look straight ahead.

At the end of the song, there was thunderous applause around him, but he couldn't hear it, but he saw it. The boy turned his head and nodded, and smiled lightly in this direction. He was seven points gentle and three points shy, and it has been engraved on him ever since. heart.

And that smile—exactly the same as in front of me!

Mo Songlin stood up abruptly, kicking the corner of the coffee table so violently, turning the glass of water, he strode up to Jiang Yu who hadn't got up yet, pressed his shoulder and said sharply: "Who taught you this?!"

Jiang Yu seemed to be frightened by his sudden action, his smile disappeared immediately, he shrank his head and dared not speak in a daze.

Mo Songlin took a quick breath and said slowly, "You're in the crew... Has anyone taught you to laugh like this?"

Jiang Yu flinched, and said in a low voice, "Is...is it ugly?"

"No," Mo Songlin said with burning eyes, "you're very good-looking, you suit this smile very well."

Hearing this, Jiang Yu's eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips and smiled again, and said happily: "The director said that being an actor should pay attention to the management of expressions, and you can't always be too excited. Let me control and control my expressions, but when I see Mr. Mo Want to laugh..."

"Then Uncle Photography taught me some skills, such as practicing smiling in front of the mirror without showing your teeth, and finding the most suitable arc for me-although I can't control it, I will practice more in the future, and I will definitely be able to make the best Show the other side to Mr. Mo!"

"Very good -" Mo Songlin let go of him, but his eyes were fixed on him. After a while, he repeated: "Very good."

It's just that he has been acting for a few days, and there is such a big change--then let him practice more, and find opportunities for him to imitate that person's demeanor in the future, wouldn't it be...

"You did a good job." Mo Songlin had a twisted smile on the corner of his mouth: "So you are so talented in acting, I shouldn't worry about your setbacks outside."

Jiang Yu whispered but firmly said: "Mr. Mo, I am not afraid of setbacks!"

"Well, you're so good." Mo Songlin rubbed his head: "If you still like it, then go and play, but you can't run so far without saying hello in the future."

Jiang Yu nodded obediently.It seems that the purpose has been achieved.

Finally, Mo Songlin got a taste of the sweetness.

"By the way, Feng Qiu is going to join the group tomorrow, so you can go with him."

Jiang Yu's cute smile froze.

With Feng Qiu?No no no, Director Wang threw an olive branch at him before he left.

No matter what, I have to find a way to hold it in my mouth.

"What's wrong? Are you still angry with him?" Mo Songlin asked, seeing that his expression was wrong.

"No..." Jiang Yu pursed his lips and frowned, as if he was struggling to understand: "I'll do what Mr. Mo says—"

"So cute." Mo Songlin's eyes lit up with a smile.

In the morning of the next day, Feng Qiu stood in front of the villa in high spirits, directing the driver to drive the luxury car equipped in the villa to the door so as to send him to the set.The door opened behind him with a "tick". Feng Qiu turned his head and saw Jiang Yu coming out with a sharp voice: "What? You also come to see me off?"

"Mr. Mo asked me to go with you." Jiang Yu explained lightly.

"What?!" Feng Qiu opened his eyes wide, and the car slowly stopped at the entrance of the villa. He didn't care about getting in, and turned his head to open the door to go back to the house. Feng Qiu shouted dissatisfiedly from the crack of the door: "Mr. The account's resources are clearly promised to be for me!"

Jiang Yu was too lazy to go in, so he opened the door a little wider and leaned against the door to listen.

Mo Songlin's voice came from the study: "What are you shouting for? I didn't say it wasn't yours."

"But he insisted on going with me!"

"Go together, go together, you go to ask the director, if you have other small roles, give him one, if not, send him as a group performer, isn't that all right? Get out quickly, don't disturb my work."

Feng Qiu came back, looking proudly at Jiang Yu by the door: "Did you hear that? Mr. Mo didn't give you resources~"

"Oh." Jiang Yu nodded expressionlessly, turned his head and got into the co-pilot of the luxury car.

"Hey you..."

Feng Qiu was so angry that his nose crooked and his eyes slanted.That's where he wants to sit! ! !

The resource that Mo Song Linsai gave Feng Qiu was the second male lead in a low-budget costume drama, the fifth prince of an unknown dynasty.The crew was in the International Cinema, and the driver put them outside and left. The two walked into the cinema one after the other. Feng Qiu instilled a lot of logical and touching thoughts in him along the way—it’s a pity that Jiang Yu was a single word. I don't remember either.

"Hey, director, I'm here!" Seeing a few people in the shed in front, Feng Qiu suddenly quickened his pace and enthusiastically waved to a thin middle-aged man in a black vest.

Hearing the sound, the man in the vest glanced here, and said not very eagerly: "Here we are... just sit down for a while."

When he saw Jiang Yu following behind, his face changed, and he said unhappy, "Who is this?"

Feng Qiu didn't treat himself as an outsider at all, turned his head and sat down on the chair next to him, and even raised his legs: "Hey, come to beg for food with a shy face, and insist on pestering Mr. Mo to give him resources. In this way, I am not So what about the fifth prince, let him play the servant of my palace, how about it, it doesn't take any role, does it?"

The director was stunned for a moment, and his expression became even worse. He said without confidence: "Let me discuss it..." He gathered not far away with a few crew members, whispering something to himself.

After a while, the director came over, even more repulsive to Jiang Yu: "No, we don't have so many positions for people to get involved, let alone..." He carefully glanced at Feng Qiu and Jiang Yu, The voice was lacking in breath: "At the beginning, we agreed to insert one, and you messed up our good scenes like this... I want to shoot the story in my heart... It's not for you to act carelessly." After finishing speaking, He glanced at Feng Qiu and Jiang Yu with contempt.

Feng Qiu immediately went crazy: "What do you mean?! If it wasn't for Mr. Mo investing in you, you would still be able to shoot this movie?! You don't appreciate Mr. Mo and even blamed him?! Are you embarrassed?!"

"Hey, where did I accuse him? I just want to make a good story!"

In the chaos, Jiang Yu sat down calmly and took out the cell phone in his pocket.