Rebirth of the King

Qi Yan's expression obviously contained a bit of disdain, but he didn't care about his intentions after all. Maybe it was because "Ancheng" performed so well before that he won it, but all of this is no longer important to Ancheng.

Because the face in the mirror is handsome and childish, it is not the An Cheng who has been standing for a long time.

If he couldn't recognize this face, he couldn't recognize himself right now.

Ancheng felt that he couldn't hold the mirror. He didn't expect that after living most of his life, he was tricked to death by someone, and then he had to face a trick of fate, and was thrown into this weird place by putting new wine in old bottles.

Taking a deep breath, An Cheng raised himself up with some difficulty: "Director Qi, I think you may have misunderstood something."

Maybe he hadn't fully realized it before, but at this moment, An Cheng heard it clearly, the owner of this body has a good voice, but unfortunately due to his age, he is still childish.

That bit of magnetism is suppressed by age, and it hasn't fully shown up yet.

"Misunderstanding?" Qi Yan sat beside him, gently twisting a cigarette with his fingers, his posture was elegant and old-fashioned, but it revealed a sense of decadence: "Tell me, what misunderstanding."

An Cheng had to admit that if this person wasn't Qi Yan, then this gesture would be damn sexy.

However, this did not prevent him from continuing: "I am not that little clock."

Qi Yan's movement of swallowing clouds and mist stopped, and a pair of slightly sharp eyes fixedly stared at the person in front of him, as if he had heard something very interesting.

An Cheng had no choice but to rejoice secretly, fortunately, he survived even the most embarrassing situations in his previous life, so that the look in his eyes towards Qi Yan was nothing short of meaningless. He sighed and his brain was racing: "Director Qi, I have lost my memory."

Qi Yan choked and coughed, his face showing a bit of a haze, and he stopped laughing after a while, and pressed the cigarette in his hand: "You told me you lost your memory? What do you mean? You were actually transmigrated, right?"

Ancheng is gone, he really can't tell everything in front of his former lover and benefactor, no matter how stupid he is, he can't make the same mistake a second time, right?

It was precisely because of this that he had no choice but to nod his head calmly, while observing Qi Yan's words: "I know this may be very similar to a TV series... But Director Qi, I have indeed lost my memory."

"Zhong Mingxi," Qi Yan said with a gloomy expression, he lightly stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table, making a crisp sound: "Do you think you can get away with it like this? Why don't you just tell the real Zhong Mingxi?" Was it killed by me?"

Ancheng sighed from the bottom of his heart, but he still said with great pain: "Maybe, I just took advantage of it."

Maybe it was because his expression was too realistic, or maybe Qi Yan had more important things to do at that time, the moody director gave up the conversation with him after all, stood up and said coolly: " Since this is the case, I don’t even need to keep your role, since you have amnesia anyway.”

An Cheng stared at Qi Yan for a long while, but he couldn't resist the oppression in his chest, and went to the side and coughed in a daze.

After all, Qi Yan still didn't intend to let this unknown little thing die in his own home, he cursed something in a low voice, and then rushed out to bring the hapless doctor back.

Conscience of heaven and earth, Ancheng felt that the way the doctor looked at him was no different from looking at a pile of garbage.

The unspoken rules of the entertainment industry have long been a matter of course, but it is true that not many male stars do this. An Cheng tried his best to lie back, and this time he has no motivation to sit up and sit still.

"Let me tell you, it's cheap if you didn't die just now," the doctor sat aside with a cold face, stretched out his hand and hit An Cheng's chest regularly a few times, then took out the stethoscope and moved it over his chest I went to listen for a while, and finally reached out and put a few pills beside his pillow: "Just drink water, don't exercise strenuously, you know what I mean?"

After he finished speaking, he gave An Cheng a special look.

An Cheng felt that he had nothing but a wry smile. He tried his best to confuse himself into a film king, but it turned out to be good. Once he went back to the beginning, he would start all over again.

The most important thing is that he took a scapegoat for such a small star.

It's an inexplicable injustice.

The door was closed, no matter how aggrieved the doctor was, he still let Ancheng go to be quiet.

This made Ancheng finally heave a sigh of relief, and leaned on the pillow to rest.

The mental and physical exhaustion before made him a mess at the moment, he couldn't figure out how to continue his life in this body, but the fact gave him the best chance——

Qi Yan.

That was the biggest reason why Gu Xuan was in the top position before, it was because he had a good "godfather" who was less than eight years older than him.

With the help of such a gold medal director, it is really difficult not to be in the top position.

And right now, Ancheng's mind is to firmly insist that Qingshan will not relax, and he will not let this golden thigh go away.

Why did Gu Xuan become so prosperous after killing him Ancheng?

Now that he is back, the most important thing is to make Gu Xuan kneel down and beg for mercy!

An Cheng closed his eyes tiredly, and then fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the sky had already brightened up. Presumably, his body was exhausted. He slept for a whole day and night. When he woke up, his brain hurt a little. Let An Cheng, who never liked making noise, shout out.

Presumably the original owner of this body didn't care much for that poor stomach, and it was a thought to fool it as long as it was necessary, so that at the age of 23, it is actually such a serious stomach pain. Fortunately, Ancheng I had stomach problems in my previous life, so I know a thing or two about emergency measures.

He subconsciously touched the head of the bed, only then did he realize that this was not his home.

At this moment, the door opened, and the person who walked in was an elderly housekeeper. He squinted his eyes and glanced at An Cheng, and said, "Master, please leave."

An Cheng gritted his teeth in his heart, then tried his best to put on a pitiful look and glanced at the person in front of him: "Sir, my stomach hurts..."

While talking, he moved forward slightly, and fell directly from the bed.

This Ancheng can be regarded as a cruel heart, his movements and expressions are seamless, he is simply the most tragic appearance of a young man with a stomach attack.

Obviously, the butler was taken aback by such a scene, and subconsciously took a few steps to help Ancheng up. Only then did he see Ancheng's pitiful appearance, the old butler's hands trembled slightly, and he hurried out to call people.

Only then did An Cheng reluctantly smile from the bottom of his heart, still covering his stomach with one hand, so as not to really faint from the pain.

However, An Cheng miscalculated one step, which was Qi Yan's unfeeling.

The patron didn't even intend to pay attention to the little things he had played enough, and asked the butler to bring medicine and a small stack of money, making it clear that he took the medicine and took the money to leave.

There is no reason for a person to have trouble with his own body, so An Cheng calmed down and drank the glass of water with the medicine in one gulp, then looked at the pile of money which was obviously quite a lot and shook his head: "I don't need it."

"Take it, I don't know when you'll see the young master again." The old man didn't seem to have a good impression of An Cheng either, although his tone was cool but he spoke politely, not at all aggressive.

An Cheng just shook his head, no matter how powerful the medicine is, there is no reason why it will be cured in a short time, he just tried his best to say word by word: "Director Qi, please don't forget your promise."

Although the butler didn't understand, this time he should know that there must be some kind of transaction between the two, so his expression faded a bit, and he nodded slightly and asked, "Do you want me to send you a car?"

It's boring to be brave at such a time, he moved himself to the front hall step by step, then glanced at Qi Yan who was on the sofa with his eyes closed, sighed and asked, "Director Qi?"

Qi Yan didn't open his eyes at all, but asked indifferently: "Aren't you pretending to have amnesia?"

There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice, but An Cheng didn't intend to pay attention to it at all, and just asked calmly: "I want to ask about the address of Zhong Mingxi's home."

Qi Yan didn't make a sound, but after a while he stood up directly, walked in front of An Cheng with strides, stretched out his hand to pinch the chin of the young man in front of him and said coldly: "I think Gu Xuan probably forgot to tell you something. thing."

An Cheng's jaw was restrained, he only felt that such a posture was extremely uncomfortable, but his face still had that calm look.

Then Qi Yan suddenly approached and said in a ruthless voice: "I hate playing hard to get."

He looked at An Cheng in front of him, but was a little surprised to find that there was no shame on this man's face at all. He frowned slightly, and Qi Yan suddenly let go: "Get out of the door, don't let me see you again." you."

An Cheng was caught off guard by someone letting go, and the whole person piled back a few steps, and it took a long time to stabilize his precarious body.

He had to say that he hated this Zhong Mingxi who didn't know how to protect his body. The feeling of embarrassment he had never experienced made Ancheng almost unable to control himself, but he finally calmed down his voice a little bit: "Qi Director, the audition for that play..."

"Next Wednesday, on the [-]th floor of Jingyu Media, we can speak on our own merits." Qi Yan said coldly.

What An Cheng was waiting for was this sentence. With his acting skills, he didn't need any unspoken rules.

However, for Qi Yan's drama, it is even more difficult to get into the audition.

Ancheng had no choice but to use the most old-fashioned means, not to mention that since his body had already suffered enough, there was no reason why he couldn't earn anything back.

This is the most normal transaction.

An Cheng endured the pain and walked out of the small building step by step, smiling slowly.

He has never been afraid of being tired or suffering, what he is afraid of is that he will not have the opportunity to climb up.