Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Look, he's really suitable for being in the spotlight, isn't he?" M's manager, Mr. Qiao, looked at M who was being filmed, and said.

Qing Huan nodded: "Indeed." Looking at Mori, who was shining so brightly in front of her, she couldn't associate him with the M who lived in the dark not long ago—it should be said that she finally found the one that suits her. A way, or... His acting skills are too good?

Qing Huan looked at his watch: "You brought me here just to let me watch him shoot commercials?"

"It's Mori who wants to find you. Isn't this an advertisement trip? In order not to distract him, I'll pick you up." Mr. Qiao said with a smile: "As a manager, I'm quite competent, aren't I? "

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I don't know, I thought you were pimping Mr. Qiao."

Mr. Qiao looked at Qing Huan in surprise: "It's hard to imagine this word coming out of your mouth..." It's really Qing Huan's appearance that gives people a feeling of indifference...

Qing Huan chuckled: "I've watched a few more movies recently."

"Movies..." Mr. Qiao rolled his eyes, and asked Qing Huan in a low voice, "Qing Huan, are you interested in making movies?"

"Me?" Qing Huan asked strangely, "Why does Mr. Qiao ask such a question?"

Mr. Qiao said: "Look, your qualifications are from top to bottom, from inside to outside, not to mention one in a thousand, one in a thousand, even one in a thousand, there may not be one... It's a pity not to be a star ..."

Qing Huan smiled "puchi": "This is not the first time you have said that..."

Mr. Qiao asked enthusiastically: "How is it? Do you want to think about it? Based on your conditions and my experience, you will definitely be popular..."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao, for thinking highly of me," Qing Huan said, "Unfortunately, I don't think so now."

"Okay," Mr. Qiao said, although he still didn't give up, "if you ever have an idea, come to me."

"Ah."

M came over after filming.

"Mr. Bai, I kept you waiting."

"Anyway, I'm an idler," Qing Huan said with a smile, "If you feel embarrassed, just give me a few autographed photos or posters, and I'll use them as favors as well. Given how popular you are now, I guess it's a big favor."

"Then Mr. Qiao, please prepare." M turned to Mr. Qiao.

Mr. Qiao said helplessly, "Okay, I see."

Said that people resigned to their fate and left the studio to prepare photos and posters.

Qing Huan looked at the bleak back of Mr. Qiao leaving, and thought it was funny: "Your manager listens to you very much."

"That's because," M blinked, "I made money for him."

At this time, the little assistant came back and handed two drinks to M and Qing Huan.

Qing Huan looked at the Mocha in her hand, "How did she know that I like Mocha?"

"I asked her to buy it." M said, "The next shooting is half an hour later, let's go talk, shall we?"

"Yeah." Qing Huan also knew that M must have something to say to herself when she came here.

Qing Huan followed M to his personal lounge—you can tell how famous M is now by seeing this kind of treatment—after all, the entertainment industry is an extremely powerful place.

There was indeed a moment of silence between the two when the door closed.

"By the way, how is your injury?" Qing Huan also had nothing to say.

"What do you think?" M asked back.

"I think...it should be fine."

M smiled: "When I woke up that day, I thought I could see Mr. Bai."

Qing Huan coughed dryly: "Sorry, I have something to do temporarily."

"I didn't see Mr. Bai for the next few days. Mr. Bai is really mysterious."

Qing Huan took a sip of Mocha and said, "It's just my private matter."

M looked at Qing Huan's beautiful face, "Mr. Bai, there are so many secrets... people can't help but want... to explore the answers one by one..."

Qing Huan: "...Your Chinese has really improved a lot." She replied bluntly.

M laughed: "Because I want to communicate with Mr. Bai better."

"Why is it because of me? Isn't it because of your work?"

"Work..." M paused, "This... is just a role-playing game."

"How long do you want to play?"

"Wait..." M looked into Qing Huan's eyes, and his own face was reflected in those clear eyes: "When I figure out how to write the ending."

"Yeah, maybe when you get tired of playing, you'll play a new game... just like the clown's game back then." Qing Huan was so impressed by M's clown role that every time he played When you see a clown on the street, you will always think of M.

"Does Mr. Bai know why I was obsessed with clown games at that time?" M asked suddenly.

"Isn't it because it's fun?"

"Because this role... allows me to see the hearts of many people, good or ugly, hypocritical or sincere..." M slowly said: "Because clowns are very humble and humble professions, human beings are all the same , when facing a powerful force, he will suppress and hide himself, but when facing a weaker force than himself, he will show his truest side, no matter how ugly his face is... a person who has been bullied in his daily life , once he is given a chance, he will definitely stand on top, play the bullying side, and show no mercy."

"This is the inferiority of human beings." Qing Huan admitted.

"So," M stared at Qing Huan: "When I met Mr. Bai, I was so surprised. Mr. Bai, he is different from those people..."

"Is it because I gave you bread?"

"You think too highly of me, I'm just overwhelmed with sympathy for a while."

"If Mr. Bai hadn't been 'overwhelmed with sympathy', we probably wouldn't have known each other."

"Yes." What Qing Huan thought in her heart was: Why am I so full of sympathy...

"Mr. Bai, do you still remember the time when we met for the second time?"

"Remember……"

Enter memory mode at once——

This has to start with Qing Huan entering the ghostly castle.

The reason why Qing Huan went was because of the serial murder case that happened in London at that time, which was the incident that Qing Huan had been involved in ever since she set foot on British soil.