Rebirth of the King

Ancheng hesitated for a while whether to answer the call, but when he finished hesitating, the call was dropped because it took too long.

Slightly took a breath, before An Cheng had time to slow down, the phone rang again reluctantly.

Fuck, it's not over yet.

If Ancheng still had a little bit of regret for breaking Gu Xuan before, it really disappeared after that deliberate murder.He flicked the screen lightly, then put it to his ear: "Zhong Mingxi."

The voice over there sounded gentle and elegant, it was Gu Xuan's voice.

"I am, hello Senior Gu." An Cheng replied with a very humble voice, which was especially in line with Zhong Mingxi's identity.

Sure enough, there was a low laugh over there: "Where are you?"

This sentence has a deep meaning, because Ancheng read the call records before, and Gu Xuan's phone call was never disconnected when he was with Qi Yan. Was pressed by Qi Yan.

Presumably Gu Xuan hit so many one after another just because of suspicion.

An Cheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his voice was understated with a romantic temperament: "Oh, senior, I just got off Director Qi's bed."

It is really rare to see such shameless people who put these words on the table. Gu Xuan was obviously choked up. What he didn't know was that in less than a second of this gap, Ancheng pressed the phone Hit the record button.

I heard Gu Xuan's low "hmm" over there.

An Cheng felt a little anxious in his heart, what can you do if you don't speak?Then how can I keep a good show... So he added a sentence very aggressively: "Senior Gu, do you have anything to ask for me?"

Gu Xuan just felt a little annoyed at the bottom of his heart. When he sent Zhong Mingxi out, he thought he didn't want to be fucked by others, but now that Zhong Mingxi really climbed into Qi Yan's bed, he had another A feeling that I have been betrayed, in the final analysis, I made a wrong move.

If this little thing really captured Qi Yan's heart, then he would be in trouble, age is a big problem, he had to admit it.

This kind of hypocrisy is interesting for a while, but it will inevitably make Qi Yan bored after a long time.

The most urgent task is to get rid of Zhong Mingxi who suddenly appeared, Gu Xuan thought, his voice became colder and colder——

"Zhong Mingxi, if you still have a little face, you should know that this kind of thing is not allowed."

An Cheng pretended to be stupid on purpose: "Senior Gu Xuan, what do you mean by this? You asked me to seduce Director Qi back then, I am consummated..."

"I didn't fucking let you engage in such small tricks to rob me!" Gu Xuan was furious, subconsciously shouted, and then dropped the phone.

Ancheng smiled, listened to the blind voice on the other end of the phone, and pressed the recording to finish with great interest.

These things are not convincing enough, and they are not enough to pull Gu Xuan from the altar. If he fails with one blow, he will lose everything. He understands, so he stands still.

Gu Xuan on the other end of the phone was really anxious. When he realized it, he looked at the little assistant who had just walked in and was silent.

Such an expression made him even more irritable, he kicked over a stool in front of him, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Get out!"

The little assistant shook slightly, annoyed in his heart why Gu Xuan's royal assistant wasn't here today, and after all he went out out of fear of the king's despotic power, and even closed the door for Gu Xuan very considerately.

Gu Xuan leaned back, knowing that he was losing his composure.

Fortunately, there was no one else beside him just now, he thought, and then closed his eyes a little bored.

Gu Xuan couldn't figure out why that Zhong Mingxi seemed to have suddenly changed his attitude. It was obvious that he was just a pawn at the mercy of others before, that is, his figure was better.

When the phone's alarm rang, Gu Xuan was slightly startled, and then saw the prompt on it——

On April 4, Anseong's funeral.

The extremely brief reminder made Gu Xuan feel a little overwhelmed. He should go because of emotion and reason.

Everyone in the circle knew that Gu Xuan was favored by Ancheng, and he was promoted little by little. If he didn't go, it would definitely affect his reputation.

Thinking of this, Gu Xuan decided to call Qi Yan, the phone rang a few times and someone picked it up: "Gu Xuan, what's the matter?"

Qi Yan's voice over there was still slightly cold, as if that person's fickle temperament hadn't changed at all.

Gu Xuan smiled wryly, but still had to ask: "Tomorrow is Ancheng's funeral, will you go?"

"Ancheng..." Qi Yan obviously had an impression of this name, he thought for a while before saying: "Go, why not go."

Gu Xuan obviously didn't expect Qi Yan to agree so readily, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "Then I'll go find you tomorrow."

"You came to see me?" Qi Yan's tone was mocking, before he said after a while: "Forget it, see you at the funeral."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere between the two of them fell into inexplicable silence. Gu Xuan didn't know what to say, but within half a minute, he heard a cold sentence from the other side: "It's okay, I'll let it go."

It was only then that Gu Xuan felt a little flustered in his heart, he subconsciously said "Hello", and he didn't know what he was trying to keep.

It was rare for Qi Yan over there to be patient for a while, probably because he was in a good mood at the moment.

However, Gu Xuan bit his lip for a long time before saying: "Have dinner together tomorrow night? Just before the new movie starts, there should be no paparazzi..."

"Let's talk about it, I'll ask the secretary if he has any arrangements for tomorrow night." Qi Yan interrupted him, his tone was not good, and the phone was hung up straightforwardly.

All that was left for Gu Xuan was continuous blind sounds.

He bit his lower lip almost to the point of bleeding, but he couldn't bear the unwillingness in his heart.

Why is he so lucky in Ancheng? !

He is obviously a disgusting fellow, his acting skills are not much better than his own, and he is seven or eight years older than himself, but he is able to make his way in the entertainment circle, as if God has given him all the good luck.

When it was his turn, he could only rely on these dirty tricks... Gu Xuan viciously swept down the things on the table, his eyes were filled with cruelty and despair.

An Cheng is dead, so it's Gu Xuan's turn to say anything this time, no matter what method he uses, he will never give up everything he owns to others again!

When Qi Yan put down the phone, the butler came in with a bowl of medicine. The taste of the medicine was sweet and bitter, obviously the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

Seeing that Qi Yan finished the phone call, the old housekeeper put the Chinese medicine over tremblingly: "Master."

There was a hint of disapproval in his eyes, but Qi Yan just smiled, stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the medicine and drank it down: "I'll have dinner early today."

"Naturally," the old housekeeper said with a sigh, "Young master is not short of money, so he shouldn't have worked so hard on his body long ago."

Qi Yan didn't refute, and the person who is used to cynicism just stood up and patted the old butler's back and sighed: "I understand."

His voice was still cold, but he obviously showed a little more respect for the person in front of him.

The old butler couldn't say anything more than that, so he thought about it and asked: "Master, tomorrow is the birthday of the master, you see you are..."

Qi Yan's expression turned a little cold, and he stretched out his hand to tap on the table. It was at this time that he felt the dry taste inside, and that bit of dryness climbed up the base of his tongue, almost making him swallow subconsciously. Drooling, eyes closed and slowly said: "I see."

"Then tomorrow night..." the old housekeeper continued.

This time Qi Yan interrupted the old housekeeper bluntly: "Tomorrow I will ask the secretary to arrange the itinerary."

Rao didn't say it out loud, and it wasn't that he wasn't bored in his heart.

Too many things were entangled together, and finally formed his mood, which was so simple that people couldn't accept it logically. He hated that man named Qi Zhongyang to the bone.

The old butler saw everything in his eyes, but it was really hard to say anything, he just sighed slightly, and his whole body seemed to be slumped at this moment, showing a bit of oldness.

Qi Yan didn't say any more, his shallow breathing was almost inaudible.

So the old butler could only retreat peacefully without saying a word.

Ancheng on the other side had other things to do, and it was precisely because of this that when Qi Yan called, he was slightly taken aback.

Especially when he saw that the person on the other end of the phone was Qi Yan.

What is this man calling for?Ancheng was puzzled.

According to his understanding of Qi Yan, that person's status is so high that he doesn't pay much attention to anything. This kind of person can be regarded as a veteran in the entertainment industry, and his windy temperament is because of this. Human beings are a mess, or they were injured too badly.

Ancheng couldn't figure out whether Qi Yan belonged to the former or the latter.

So he also couldn't figure out what Qi Yan, who regarded himself as a cowherd, was doing on the phone at this stall?It's not possible to know that he disrespected his people and asked him to blame him...

An Cheng shook his head and picked up the phone, intending to cover it up with soldiers——

"Hello, Director Qi, I'm... Zhong Mingxi." This is the tragedy of rebirth, almost being ruined as soon as he speaks, but fortunately Ancheng changed his words quickly, and Qi Yan on the opposite side didn't hear anything strange.

"Are you free tomorrow?" Qi Yan's voice was full of old gods, sounding deeply indifferent.

An Cheng was slightly taken aback, thinking that "Don't Forget" wasn't something that happened in the past few days, he really couldn't figure out what this person meant, could it be that he was lonely down there and wanted to solve his problems by himself?Why is this person so excited, thinking of his little chrysanthemum that is still in pain, An Cheng finally gave in: "Director Qi, I may be a little inconvenient."

The person on the opposite side suffocated slightly, and then asked with a playful smile: "Oh? What's the inconvenience?"

"It's inconvenient." An Cheng gritted his teeth.

"Go to Ancheng Antian King's funeral, I'll wait for you there," Qi Yan said, and then asked leisurely: "Is this inconvenient?"

An Cheng was stunned.