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

Playing Gods and Playing Ghosts No.40 Three Days·Second Update

In the end, Young Master Jiang still didn't shave Zhong Sheng's head.

He accompanied Mr. Xia for a stroll outside, and after returning home empty-handed, he was preoccupied with eating.

Zhong Sheng was halfway through eating at the dinner table when he was called away by a phone call.

Jiang Yiming also heard a girl's voice on the other end of the phone, soft and waxy.

Jiang Yiming didn't realize that he was staring at Zhong Sheng, he looked at him silently, Zhong Sheng left in a hurry without giving an explanation.

At the dinner table, both Zhong Yi and Aunt Qin looked familiar, as if they were normal.

So Jiang Yiming had no choice but to choke back the slightest bit of displeasure, and poked the big plate of chicken on the plate until he couldn't eat it at all.

After dinner in the evening, Jiang Yiming went back to the room, lying on the bed and checking Weibo.

In the blink of an eye, he found that the number of fans on Weibo had increased by a large amount, and he added 200 million fans in an instant.

He casually sent a message to ask Bao Qiwen if he bought another little zombie, but there was no sound from Bao Qiwen, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

Jiang Yiming had no choice but to swipe the hot spots, and then looked at the hot search list, and found that this time their live broadcast in Liangshuijing Town appeared the most frequently.

Jiang Yiming looked at a retweet that said: Please believe in science.

He sneered, but gave a thumbs up.

He continued to swipe down, retweeted a few hahahas, and then logged off.

Jiang Yiming didn't realize how much work he added to Bao Qiwen with a random like.

Bao Qiwen glanced at the news from the team, and was so tired that he lost his temper, and didn't want to yell at Young Master Jiang.

That's all, Young Master Jiang's journey this time was quite exhausting. As a gold broker, what's wrong with cleaning Young Master Jiang's ass?fine.

Bao Qiwen thought so.But he didn't expect that Young Master Jiang would get him into more trouble later on.

After a day, Jiang Yiming was still bored, there was no new job announcement, and no one to chat with him, so Jiang Yiming had to go out.

He still remembers wearing a pair of sunglasses to cover his face, but his popularity has remained high in recent days, and he always appears together with Yu Minghao and Xie He, two popular figures in the entertainment industry, almost playing micro Bo's little youth knew him.

So just half an hour after Jiang Yiming went out of the street, he was blocked in the mall by a group of overly enthusiastic girls and boys.

Jiang Yiming looked blankly at the crowd in front of him who wanted to take pictures of him, wondering if he should call Bao Qiwen and tell him that he seemed to be really popular.

But he still didn't call Bao Qiwen. There was no other reason. He didn't want the boys and girls who were chasing after him to hear him being yelled at by the irritable manager on the phone. It would be too embarrassing.

Someone in the crowd shouted Jiang Yiming's name abruptly. Jiang Yiming subconsciously looked over and saw a man holding a paper airplane in his hand, but he looked like he was smiling foolishly.

Jiang Yiming quickly withdrew his gaze. He glanced at his location, hesitated for half a second, and then called Zhong Sheng: "I'm stuck in SOHO Plaza, and I'm sitting in McDonald's, can you come pick me up?" ?”

Zhong Sheng answered on the other end of the phone, and frowned: "Come here, share the location with me on WeChat."

"Yeah." Jiang Yiming sent the location as Zhong Sheng said, and then sat at McDonald's and slowly ate his own chocolate pie.

If it wasn't for the chocolate pie, the waiter wouldn't have recognized him, and he wouldn't be stuck here with no way out!

Jiang Yiming gritted his teeth hard as he bit the chocolate pie.

[Mingming who gnaws chocolate pie is so cute, so cute! 】

【He's been here for a long time, is there any activity? 】

[Wow... are there so many people at the scene?No wonder I heard that there is a lot of commotion in SOHO, it turns out that there is a star there]

[I said, can you stop poking your phone in front of Ming Ming, isn't it impolite? 】

[Look at the child's face sinking, I wouldn't be happy if it was me]

[Waiting for Jiang Yiming to open his mouth, I can't get used to this kind of fans who use their mobile phones to smack people's faces]

[+1, I think Jiang Yiming can't hold back any longer]

【Distressed, I can't even eat a chocolate pie to see the child being wronged】

I don't know who turned on the live broadcast function of Weibo at the scene, and a lot of people rushed in. The po owner who started the live broadcast didn't say anything, feeling like he was trying to survive in a crack.

After an unknown amount of time, the crowd was suddenly pushed away from the left and right, and then a small exclamation was heard.

Jiang Yiming looked over, and saw a dozen or so strong men in black suits and black sunglasses approaching in unison, their arms and muscles were almost thicker than Jiang Yiming's calves.

The leading man in black walked up to Jiang Yiming, bent down very well, and said in a low voice, "Young Master Jiang, please come with us. We are the security guards sent by Mr. Zhong to pick you up."

It is rare for the crowd to see such a scene, and it quieted down a lot for a while.

Jiang Yiming looked at the leading security guard, nodded slightly, stood up and walked into the security circle surrounded by a dozen security guards.

——Although compared to the strong men who are almost all close to 1.9 meters in this circle, Young Master Jiang can almost be called petite, but Jiang Yiming walked out of the aura of [-] meters, not weaker than these big men them.

The crowd made way for them almost subconsciously.

"Who are these people?"

"Don't know, if you ask me, it looks like a mafia."

"Nonsense, didn't that big man talk about security?"

"Which mall have you seen with security guards of this size?"

"."

"Jiang Yiming seems very mysterious. Did you see that just now? That security guard is still bending over him."

"Looks like the young master of that kind of family. He is the Prince Charming of my dreams, woohoo!"

"It's as if you've really met the young master of the family. This is like a nouveau riche, how can it look like a family? I think it's a hype."

When Jiang Yiming and the security guards walked a little farther away, some whispers gradually spread from the crowd.

Jiang Yiming heard some, if it wasn't inconvenient to go far away, he really wanted to go back and take a good look at what the person who said "upstart" looked like, did he have an extra pair of eyes, opened his eyes?So sure.

Gee.

He turned his head and glanced at the crowd with a half-smile in his eyes.

Those who were making sarcastic remarks all subconsciously fell silent, as if their eyes were fixed on them, which made people's heart skip a beat, and they didn't dare to chew their tongues.

Jiang Yiming held the corner of his mouth and stepped into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed slowly, but at the last moment, a red paper airplane slipped in.

Jiang Yiming's eyes stayed on it, reminding him of the silly man who smiled in the shopping mall just now.

The security guard picked it up before him to check if there was anything wrong with the paper airplane.

"Give it to me if it's not a bomb." Jiang Yiming said jokingly, but he extended his hand seriously to the security guard in charge.

The security guard opened it and took a look, seeing that it was not a threatening letter, so he handed it over to Jiang Yiming.

On the red origami paper are immature paintings like kindergarten children. A stage is constructed with a few simple lines. There are many people under the stage, and a person is hanging on the stage.

At first glance, it looks a little creepy.

Jiang Yiming glanced, and folded the origami back expressionlessly.

The elevator opened with a "ding--" and he walked into the underground parking garage of the shopping mall. A famous black and gold custom-painted car was parked at the entrance of the elevator.

Jiang Yiming took a good look and got into the car, like a normal person: "Zhong Sheng, some people say that you are a nouveau riche."

——Combined with this good car that costs millions to say the least, it can be called a solid hammer.

Zhong Sheng sat next to him, with a laptop open on his lap. When he heard what Jiang Yiming said, his fingers typing on the keyboard paused, "It's their narrow vision."

Jiang Yiming grinned.

"Are you okay just now?" Zhong Sheng glanced at him, although Jiang Yiming didn't mention anything when he got in the car, and didn't show anything unusual, but Zhong Sheng still felt something different from usual.

He closed the computer and looked at Jiang Yiming quietly from the side.

Jiang Yiming paused and said, "I seem to have a male fan."

Zhong Sheng: "?"

"Crazy male gender fan."

"." Zhong Sheng didn't want to speak.

"By the way, where did you go yesterday?" Jiang Yiming asked casually while playing with the paper airplane in his hand.

"I picked up a friend at the airport." Zhong Sheng said.

"Do I know?"

Zhong Sheng glanced at him, then turned his head and thought for a while: "I probably don't know him."

"You still have friends I don't know?" Jiang Yiming pouted.

"I'll introduce you next time." Zhong Sheng smiled.

"Childhood sweetheart?" Jiang Yiming asked again.

"Well, that's right. We met before returning to Zhong's house."

"I mean, green plum? Or a bamboo horse?" Jiang Yiming paused for a moment, he opened and smoothed the paper airplane, and then felt it was wrong and wanted to fold it up again.

Zhong Sheng saw the weird picture on the paper plane clearly, he reached out to take it, and frowned: "What is this?"

"A gift from a male fan?" Jiang Yiming snatched it back, "You haven't answered my question yet."

"What?" Zhong Sheng looked at him, but didn't realize what Jiang Yiming meant. His attention was all on that weird enough origami, which made people uneasy for no reason.

He frowned and asked back, "You call this a gift?"

"." Jiang Yiming folded his arms, squinted his eyes and asked, "Are you changing the subject?"

"What topic?" Zhong Sheng thought for a while, and then he realized that he couldn't laugh or cry, "A childhood sweetheart or a bamboo horse? It's a girl. Seriously? This question is as important as this piece of origami?"

Jiang Yiming snorted lightly, and he didn't know which sentence made him feel better, maybe it was a combination of both.

"What's so good about origami? It's better than me?" He waved his hand, crumpled the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. "Rapunzel doesn't have to think about the aesthetics of my fans. My manager doesn't even care about it."

Zhong Sheng was annoyed when he saw him doing Tai Chi, and there was nothing he could do about it.

In the end, I looked at Jiang Yiming for a long while, and shrank him slightly, as if he was being braided and trying to be brave. Then he looked back helplessly, and scratched Jiang Yiming's curly hair a few times. , gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "It's best not to hide it from me."

"How capable you are, the helicopter comes as soon as you say it, and I can't hide it if I want to." Jiang Yiming gave Zhong Sheng a flattering smile.

Zhong Sheng listened to the string of "da da da" in the child's mouth. He wanted to laugh but had to hold back his seriousness. In the end, he couldn't hold back, so he had to grab Young Master Jiang's soft curly hair twice to divert his attention, "Don't trouble."

"Are you still addicted to scratching?" Jiang Yiming's face sank, and he slapped Zhong Sheng's palm away.