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

The second day of pretending to be a ghost · "Anyone with a heart will be in awe"

After Jiang Yiming finished that sentence, he blinked his caramel-colored eyes sincerely, and stood obediently on the stage, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Duan Fei's face turned green, and his thick lips opened and closed for a long time, but he didn't say a word of rebuttal.

[Won't it really be a hit, right? 】

【Cuckold? ? ? ? 】

[If it's fake, I'll jump up and refute it right away! 】

[This can catch a dead mouse like a blind cat... Absolutely]

[I think Jiang Yiming spoke clearly and clearly]

[I specifically asked my master, and my master analyzed Duan Fei's face: a fierce look with disaster, □□ bumpy!My master studied under Maoshan Taoist priests! 】

【…】

Seeing that the recording of the program was about to end, the director hurriedly reminded other mentors to smooth things over, and then reluctantly allowed the program to continue.

After getting off the stage, Jiang Yiming untied his tight suit vest and loosened his collar.

"Jiang Yiming! Don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't show off on the stage?" The young man who had been slapped by Jiang Yiming before turned to look at him, but his handsome face looked hideous because of anger.

Jiang Yiming twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling that the other party's temper was a bit inexplicable, "Huh? Does this count as limelight?"

Jiang Yiming said that this is where it is going. If he wants to be in the limelight, it is not as simple as it is today.

Thinking about his previous life, he was the majestic prime minister of a country, where would he not be surrounded by people?It must have such a momentum, so that it can barely be called "Limelight".As for the small talk on the show?Jiang Yiming didn't take it to heart yet.

He didn't bother to argue with a brat, after all, he had lived two lifetimes, so there was no need.

He rolled his eyes and walked past Ren Zhongyuan, but he didn't expect that the other party would grab his wrist and push him against the wall.

Ren Zhongyuan was nearly a head taller than Jiang Yiming, pressing Young Master Jiang against the wall, looking like he was bullying.

Jiang Yiming was caught off guard and knocked his head against the wall. Young Master Jiang, who couldn't bear the pain, blushed uncontrollably, his big caramel-colored eyes blinked with water vapor, seeing that Ren Zhongyuan subconsciously let go of his hand, and stepped back a little. small step.

"You, are you okay?" Ren Zhongyuan asked stammeringly, he even felt guilty in his heart.

Jiang Yiming rubbed the back of his head in dull pain, and frowned at him: "What's wrong with you? What are you doing against the man's wall?"

Ren Zhongyuan: "..."

The little bit of guilt just born was completely dissipated because of Jiang Yiming's talk.

Ren Zhongyuan believes that if Jiang Yiming's mouth is not so annoying, he should be able to treat him as a younger brother.

Jiang Yiming looked at the silent Ren Zhongyuan strangely, walked around him and left, this time he was not stopped.

Parked in the underground garage of the TV station is a black nanny car with a solid chassis - all imported steel plates, all imported engines, in short, it is crash-resistant and has excellent performance. Even more money was allocated.

Jiang Yiming got into the nanny's car, and his manager was sitting in it, with glasses with a gold wire frame on his nose. Seeing him coming in, he pushed his glasses and said, "Duan Fei contacted me privately."

"???"

"He wants to make an appointment with you alone." The manager continued.

"why?"

"Probably you poked his sore foot." The manager said calmly, he looked up at Jiang Yiming, suddenly frowned, pointed to Jiang Yiming's slightly red wrist and asked, "What's the matter?" What's going on?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Yiming waved his hand, and he didn't necessarily have to complain to his manager, let alone that he was a child.

He asked, "Then you agreed to meet Duan Fei?"

"I asked him to contact you personally, the choice is yours," the agent said.

Jiang Yiming raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, "Teacher Bao is reliable."

Manager Bao Qiwen snorted softly, "Then please, Young Master Jiang, be more careful with what you say in the background? Is it more reliable?"

Jiang Yiming rested his elbows on the window, smiled lazily, and said casually: "Don't the show crew just like me talking like this? I'm serious."

Bao Qiwen choked, had a headache and shook his head while pinching his brows and laughing.

It was after nine o'clock in the evening after recording the show, and it was already eleven o'clock when I returned to Jiang's house.

The old housekeeper, Uncle Quan, immediately poured Jiang Yiming a bowl of hot soup. Jiang Yiming sat on the sofa and sipped the hot soup. Unexpectedly, after a while, all his parents and eldest brother came out of the bedroom. .

"Mingming! Baby, does that bald head always target you? Baby is suffering, woooooooo." The well-maintained woman hugged Jiang Yiming tenderly, and beside her stood an old man in a nightgown.

The old man looked majestic, and said with airs: "Mingming, do you want to change your tutor? Dad will help you find a gentle one."

"Dad, Mingming is getting bigger, and it's right to suffer some setbacks!" The elder brother Jiang Xunchuan frowned in disapproval. Before Jiang's mother frowned, he heard him say to Jiang Yiming, "Mingming , if you feel uncomfortable, come to talk to big brother. Big brother has already found someone to talk to Duan Fei, and he will be measured in the future."

Jiang Yiming: "..."

Jiang Yiming has been able to accept the doting of the Jiang family for more than [-] years. After all, he has been cared for by such doting since he was a baby. It grows into a crooked melon and split dates.

He blinked, and gave a soft and harmless smile, "I'm fine, Teacher Duan Fei seems to be asking me to do him a favor."

"No!" Father Jiang said decisively.

"Just his attitude on stage? Don't help!" Jiang's mother held grudges and defended her weaknesses.

The eldest brother was thinking in silence, and the businessman's mind began to turn, wondering if he could get enough benefits from it.

Mother Jiang stared over.

Jiang Xunchuan immediately withdrew his small thoughts, and shook his head righteously: "I won't help."

"Teacher Duan Fei is a professional person. I can understand that he speaks aggressively on stage. It's okay." Jiang Yiming comforted the three family members who were protecting their shortcomings to the end.

Jiang's mother hugged her little son with tears in her eyes, and hugged her son vigorously, moved and relieved, "Mingming...Since Mingming has made up his mind, then mother will definitely support him."

"Whatever Mingming wants to do, Dad will take care of it when something goes wrong."

"And big brother."

Jiang Yiming bared his small white teeth, and smiled like caramel-flavored cotton candy, sweet and soft, "I have a sense of proportion."

Brother Jiang said that his younger brother is really a little angel.

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes, while Duan Fei, who was restlessly waiting for Jiang Yiming's call, suddenly shuddered.

"Hey, Teacher Duan Fei, right? Can we meet up when you have time?"

……

The next day, at Duan Fei's house.

"Master Jiang." A middle-aged man with a bald head, glasses, deep-set eyes and broken lines spoke methodically, lowered his head slightly, and looked at the young man in front of him respectfully.

"Please save my marriage." The old man Duan Fei said to the young man in front of him.

Jiang Yiming looked at the mentor in the training camp in front of him, and his attitude was different from the domineering and vicious tongue in front of the camera. The mentor he found in private was so gentle and soft that he was inconceivably angry.

Jiang Yiming just took the soft but not the tough, he raised his eyebrows, and the arrogance he had just entered the door subsided a little.

I don't know where this person got the news, but he seems to have great trust in him, so "Master Jiang" called him.

"Teacher Duan Fei." Jiang Yiming nodded slightly as a greeting.

He looked at the other person's face, and asked: "Your adultery is narrow and sunken, which means that your love life is changeable and rough. You and your wife should have had no normal married life for more than a year, right?"

Hearing the words, the other party showed surprise on his face, and nodded with an exclamation of "as expected".

"Usually my suggestion is that twisted melons are not sweet, let go of the sea and the sky." Jiang Yiming said.

Unexpectedly, Duan Fei's reaction suddenly became violent: "Impossible! Although we haven't...but my wife and I have always had a good relationship, but recently, for some reason, she suddenly treats me coldly. I thought it was menopause, but... ..."

Jiang Yiming raised his hand to interrupt the other party's conversation, nodded and said: "I understand, but I have to remind you again and again that a twisted melon is not sweet, and you should let it go. In matters of feelings, you will reap melons and reap beans. Beans are all managed by one hand, and the current situation has nothing to do with you."

The old man was stunned.

Seeing this, Jiang Yiming didn't say anything more. He walked around the other party's house, looked it up for a while, and said slowly: "Your wife has been asking for something that she can't ask for all the time. The aura in your house The confusion is related to the talismans and hexagrams your wife put on the dressing table, which is also disrupting the life of your husband and wife."

"Then I lost it right away?" The old man answered quickly.

Jiang Yiming glanced at him, frowned slightly: "You don't care what your wife is begging for?"

"..." The old man paused and asked, "What is she asking for?"

Jiang Yiming twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold and ironic sneer.

Duan Fei is very familiar with this expression. Every time he recorded the show, he could see this expression that made him pissed off. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that this is not on the stage of the show, and he still needs others.

"Write down the date of birth of you and your wife on a piece of paper and give it to me," Jiang Yiming said.

The section fee was quickly written and handed in.

Jiang Yiming looked at the horoscope written in black and white, pinched his fingers to calculate, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "You should have a son in your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Fei's face turned pale.

"Yes, there is a child..." Duan Fei nodded hesitantly.

"What about the child?"

"...gone." Duan Fei licked his lips that were suddenly dry, his eyes wandering.

"This is what your wife is asking for." Jiang Yiming said, looking at Duan Fei, there seemed to be a strange light flashing in those caramel-colored eyes, which made those eyes even more mysterious.

He opened his mouth slowly, "The pain of pregnancy in October, the pain of childbirth, anyone who has a heart, should be in awe and love, but you obviously don't."

When Duan Fei heard this, his face turned even paler. He shook his body, took a small step back, leaned against the low coffee table, and asked in a panic: "What do you know?!"

"You came to me, didn't you just want me to find the truth you hid?"