The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Pretend to be a ghost No. 190 Three days · "Are you here to play too? Outsiders?"

Yu Fei stared at the topic of discussing Jiang Yiming on Weibo soaring, feeling especially uncomfortable.

——He gritted his teeth with hatred.

Staying in this deep mountain, not only his teeth itch, but his whole body itch.The buzzing of mosquitoes flying around his ears, and the pungent smell of insect repellent water lingering at the tip of his nose.

However, he was not the one who earned the fame, but Jiang Yiming, who was jumping around and took advantage of the gap period of crew adjustment, to pick up variety shows.

As for Yu Fei, there is no news, no one cares where he is, and no one praises him for his professionalism and responsibility.

Yu Fei couldn't understand why things turned out like this.

But it's true, not to mention Yu Fei didn't understand, Bao Qiwen didn't understand either.

It was a variety show, but he was almost made to come out publicly by Young Master Jiang. Fortunately, the netizens just screamed and no one took it seriously.

Bao Qiwen felt like he was playing a roller coaster, which was very exciting.

Jiang Yiming turned off the microphone on the other end. Although he can't hear or see anything now, it doesn't hinder the live barrage at all, and it is still full of discussions about Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng.

Jiang Yiming fell back on the back of the car seat, and muttered guiltily in a low voice: "No matter what they think, I really want to sleep anyway."

Zhong Sheng laughed when he heard this, and asked the driver to lower the temperature by two degrees, and then took out a small square blanket folded into small squares from a travel backpack he carried with him.

Jiang Yiming likes to sleep under a cover in an environment with a lower temperature. This is a strange habit that Young Master Jiang has had since he was a child. A strange habit of a square rug.

"I didn't say anything out of line, so don't worry about it." Zhong Sheng said.

"It doesn't look like Teacher Bao's reaction is..." Jiang Yiming coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose.

"Bao Qiwen's reaction to everything is exaggerated, don't you think?" Zhong Sheng looked at Jiang Yiming and asked with sincerity and doubt.

Jiang Yiming paused for a second. Maybe that's what he said?

Seeing this, Zhong Sheng twitched the corner of his mouth, then shook off the small square blanket, and directly covered Jiang Yiming's head: "Okay, don't think about it." He paused, his voice suddenly turned low, his eyes became deep, "Or are you afraid that others will know about our relationship? Do you mind this?"

Jiang Yiming snorted: "Nonsense, would I care about this?"

Jiang Yiming pulled off the small square blanket covering his head, turned his gaze to Zhong Sheng, raised his brows, and asked him with a smile, "Why? You want to?" Are you asking for a name publicly?"

"The Ming media is marrying or being a pair of wild mandarin ducks, I can do it." Zhong Sheng said, stretching out his hand to brush Jiang Yiming's slightly messy bangs, "It doesn't make any difference anyway."

As he spoke, his eyes darkened - anyway, everyone is his.

"Tsk." Jiang Yiming patted Zhong Sheng's hand away, "In this case, then I will respect Teacher Bao's opinion, and you can continue to have no name or assignment."

Zhong Sheng paused, then laughed helplessly. It seemed that he gave an answer that Jiang Yiming was not satisfied with.

"Sleeping." Young Master Jiang curled his lips, turned around, and was half nestled in the car seat.

"Well, I'll call you when we arrive."

The driver in the front row subconsciously stomped on the gas pedal—too terribly, he heard something terrible!

"Master, drive steadily." Zhong Sheng spoke, frowned, and stopped Jiang Yiming with his arms weakly, blocking the rush of stepping on the accelerator just now.

"Okay." The driver master wiped off his sweat, and responded with a gulp.

Driving on a mountain road, circling upwards, Jiang Yiming swayed left and right following the car, and soon fell into a drowsy sleep—after all, Bao Qiwen dug him out of bed at four o'clock in the morning, and got up early and was sleepy all day.

Zhong Sheng saw him swaying with the car, and his head hit the car window with a sudden "bang". After waking up for two seconds, he continued to fall asleep without paying attention. Zhong Sheng felt helpless and funny, so he put one hand on Jiang Yiming's head Between the window and the car window, Jiang Yiming knocked his head again, but also on the palm of his hand.

Zhong Sheng pulled up the square blanket on Jiang Yiming's body, covering the young master's exposed shoulders and neck.

The few paper towels that Jiang Yiming took at random—used to cover the camera in the car—was blown away by Zhong Sheng's movement with a little wind.

[Hey, there is another screen!Although only a little...]

[Wait, wait, I saw Master Jiang taking a nap?It turns out that I really want to sleep]

【Cough, I thought it was just an excuse...】

【Fuck, wait a second!The hand between Master Jiang and the car window didn't seem to be Master Jiang's own hand! 】

[?Sudden ghost story feeling?do not scare me! 】

[Then it's the hand of the CEO!What are you thinking!It's obviously a silly and sweet love script, how can it be a horror movie! 】

[Probably... because the protagonist is Jiang Yiming?According to Master Jiang’s tradition of variety shows...it’s always a bit like watching a horror live broadcast]

【+1】

[Oh, oh, oh, the president is so considerate!My pink bubbles help! 】

【I want to learn from @我男友】

[Ah, ah, Master Jiang bumped into his palm!Ahhh, I opened my eyes and found it!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh 】

[Pfft, I really didn't respond to any reaction and continued to sleep... Is this a side reaction, Master Jiang is used to such caring details of the president? 】

[Sisters answer the questions with full marks!That's right!I don't care if I believe it! 】

After driving for almost an hour and a half, we finally arrived halfway up the mountain.

Zhong Sheng looked at the increasingly familiar mountain scenery, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

He woke up Jiang Yiming softly: "Mingming, wake up, we are here."

——Fortunately, the microphone is still closed, otherwise the barrage would explode again.

Jiang Yiming groaned twice and took a few minutes to wake up.

He looked around and made a confused nasal sound: "Why are you here?"

Isn't it the place where his vacation was interrupted by Bao Qiwen?

Jiang Yiming looked at Zhong Sheng, Zhong Sheng smiled helplessly and shook his head: "It's a coincidence."

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows. Indeed, the front desk of this villa on the mountainside is still his fan.

The two unloaded their luggage. They were the first to arrive. The front desk was still the same as before. When they saw Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng, their eyes lit up: "Why are you still here?! What a coincidence!?"

Jiang Yiming smiled.

Barrage--

[Information explosion? 】

【I don't dare to guess, my mother, I seem to have gotten it real】

The girl at the front desk was still wearing bright red nail polish, and took the keys of the two of them off the wall and handed them over to them: "Let's keep the original room."

"Okay, thank you." Jiang Yiming said.

The two carried their suitcases up to the second floor, which was still the room on the left of the escalator.

Just as Jiang Yiming opened the room, a person came out of the room on the right side of the escalator.

That person was wearing a peaked cap, and his face looked a little pale, but when he saw Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng, his eyes lit up——

"Are you here to play too? Outsiders?"

Jiang Yiming looked at him, did not speak, and frowned slightly.

The man didn't care, and continued: "I'm from the local area, where do you want to play? Let me tell you what's fun!"

"I haven't thought about it for the time being." Jiang Yiming refused, and dragged Zhong Sheng into the house. He closed the door and said to the man, "Thank you."

The man in the peaked cap smiled at them both, and didn't intend to leave until the door was closed.

Jiang Yiming closed the door and looked at Zhong Sheng: "That person looks familiar."

"When we came here more than half a month ago, this person was here." Zhong Sheng said, he paused, and continued

Said: "And half a month ago, he said the same two sentences to us." Maybe he didn't move a word.

It was Zhong Sheng who met the other party that time, because when this man bumped into them, he reacted greatly, as if he had been frightened, so he was deeply impressed.

I have to say that Zhong Sheng was even more impressed with him when they met for the second time.

About half an hour later, Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng heard some lively noises from downstairs in the room, probably because four other people had arrived.

Jiang Yiming was too lazy to go out to entertain them, so he stayed in the room with Zhong Sheng and pretended not to hear them.

After the four young men got their room keys, they climbed upstairs with their suitcases.

When I walked to the corner of the second floor, a person came out of the door on the right.

"Are you here to play too? Outsiders?" The man squinted and smiled at them, and asked enthusiastically, "I'm a local, where do you want to play? Let me tell you what's fun!"

The four young people nodded happily when they heard the words: "Okay, thank you!"

Hearing the other party's response, the man wearing the peaked cap slowly opened his half-closed eyes with a smile on his face. He looked at the four young men, nodded and smiled slowly: "You're welcome. You will definitely like it." Yes, I can take you there myself."

Jiang Yiming listened through a door, his brows gradually tightened, and finally he opened the door with a slam, and stared at the five people at the door with an unfriendly expression: "You guys made me rest, go out."

The four young guests froze for a moment, looked at each other, apologized quickly, and went upstairs embarrassingly with their suitcases.

Only the man wearing the peaked cap was left behind, and the other party looked at Jiang Yiming with a smile: "Are you here to play too? An outsider?"

"I'm local, where do you want to play? Let me tell you what's fun!" He said again.

Jiang Yiming looked at him coldly, paused for a second or two, and snorted, "Pretending to be a ghost." After he finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

The man was not annoyed, he just stood there without making a sound, and waited for a long time after the door closed, then slowly turned around and went back to his room.

The cameras placed in every corner of the homestay in advance captured all the scenes.