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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day [-] Zhong Sheng: Don’t Ask, Asking is Harmony

"I practiced very late today." After Zhong Sheng received Jiang Yiming, he saw Jiang Yiming yawned twice and frowned slightly, "It's not going well?"

"Not to mention, but something came out in the middle of the night, which scared the young people enough." Jiang Yiming smiled nonchalantly, curling the corners of his mouth.

Ever since he helped Zhong Sheng's father solve the villain's tricks to raise little ghosts and saved Zhong Yi's life last time, the Zhong family all knew that he was proficient in this kind of thing, similar to a talent.

So he didn't need to hide anything in front of Zhong Sheng, which made him feel very relaxed and able to catch his breath.

And with the incomparably pampering temperament of the Jiang family, no matter how much Jiang Yiming showed his uniqueness, he was always taken away by the phrase "Mingming is talented and talented", as if no one had ever doubted this. Kind of like that.

Jiang Yiming wasn't sure if they really had no doubts, or if they just cared about him and didn't ask.

It's just that Jiang Yiming found that when he talked about this topic several times, his parents and elder brother would quickly go astray.

——But when they usually chat, the topic keeps jumping.

"Huh?" Zhong Sheng frowned and made a nasal sound.

"In the rehearsal room of the TV station, there was an accidental homicide case a few years ago. I checked the time, and today happened to be the day when that case happened." Jiang Yiming briefly explained, but he didn't intend to tell Zhong Sheng. too detailed.

That rehearsal room, when he walked in for the first time, felt a little strange.

The entire rehearsal room is a long and narrow space, and the direction of the door is different from other rooms on this floor, opening on the side of the narrow opening.

If the floor plan of the entire room is three-dimensional, it looks like a huge coffin.

On the ceiling, there are strips of slender metal steel bars hanging down, which look like post-modern decorations, but in terms of Feng Shui, they are called "blade-edge wrapping the sky", that is, blood and evil clash.

Some people always think that pressing such a sharp thing on the ceiling can avoid villains or drive away unclean things, but in fact, it is just the opposite.

The ceiling is the "sky", which bears the luck, while the metal steel bars hanging down are like blades, piercing through the luck and letting it out.

In this way, it is easier for dirty things to sneak in.

Jiang Yiming didn't know whether this rehearsal room was specially designed, or it was an oolong created by a third-rate Fengshui master, or it was just a mess created by a designer who didn't understand Fengshui.

In just a few minutes, Jiang Yiming thought of many things.

After all, the genius head of a Feng Shui master is always different from others.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat in the carriage, looking a little cold.

Jiang Yiming adjusted the back of the seat, half-lyed down, leaned sideways to Zhong Sheng, and muttered, "It's not a big deal anyway, I can handle it." There's no need to bother others to worry about it.

Zhong Sheng didn't loosen his brows, but he didn't ask any more questions.

He took a moment to glance at the young man lying next to him, and turned down the air conditioner in the car, "Go back to your parents' house or to your own apartment?"

"It's so late, go back to my place." Jiang Yiming glanced at the time on the car.

"Have you brought the keys?" Zhong Sheng turned on the turn signal, intending to turn around, and asked casually.

"..." Jiang Yiming paused for a moment, with embarrassment on his face, "What do you think is the possibility that my manager put the backup key under the carpet at the door?"

Zhong Sheng reacted for a second, then laughed helplessly. He turned off the blinker and continued to drive, "It's more likely than if you call now and ask him to deliver the keys in the middle of the night."

Jiang Yiming's agent has the key to Jiang Yiming's apartment, but he doesn't have one. Zhong Sheng was once jealous of this—although Bao Qiwen raised his hands to prove his innocence, emphasizing that it was only for work reasons—but it didn't hinder the vinegar king's jealousy. The altar is still overturned.

Hearing Zhong Sheng's ridicule, Jiang Yiming curled his lips in dissatisfaction, and before he said anything, he heard Zhong Sheng continue, "You can sleep with me, anyway, I have your clothes."

Zhong Sheng's house was originally planned as a wedding room for two people, Jiang Yiming knew this.

It's just that Jiang Yiming didn't expect Zhong Sheng to prepare his own clothes. He looked at Zhong Sheng with some surprise. The man's face showed no abnormality, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.

"Oh, fine." Jiang Yiming said dumbly, blinking his eyes, "Zhong Sheng, are you really planning to marry me?"

Hearing this, Zhong Sheng tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He couldn't hear any emotion in his voice, so he asked indifferently, "Why do you ask that?"

"Forget it, I'm so tired, don't worry about it." Jiang Yiming shrank back again, and he regretted it as soon as the words came out. He didn't know why he asked such a stupid question.

They will not marry now, and they are unlikely to marry in the future.

He lowered the corners of his mouth in self-disgust, waved his hands, turned his back to Zhong Sheng, and lay down on the half-flat seat.

Zhong Sheng stopped at the intersection and waited for the red light. As expected, he didn't get an answer.

He looked at Jiang Yiming, the child's short black hair was curly and soft against the nape of his neck, and he looked very well-behaved, making people want to reach out and rub it.

Zhong Sheng moved his fingers slightly, as if he wanted to do something, but in the end he squeezed the steering wheel tightly and looked away.

No rush, it's not time yet.He thought in his heart that it would be best to wait until the most appropriate time to close the net.

Patience is a virtue, and he is a good hunter.

Jiang Yiming felt the gaze behind him, and he shrank his fingers, feeling uncomfortable.

As Zhong Sheng said, there are clothes in Jiang Yiming's size in his house, no matter pajamas or underwear, the size is just right.

Jiang Yiming stood in the bathroom in his newly removed bullet underwear, puzzled that he bought the right size for the man.

Zhong Sheng: Don't ask, asking is harmony.

Waking up the next morning, Jiang Yiming walked to the kitchen wearing slippers, his curly black hair was sleeping upside down, and he saw Zhong Sheng standing in the kitchen preparing breakfast, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and hips, a male model with an inverted triangle figure, and some clothes. A pure white T-shirt that was one size smaller stretched the chest muscles and biceps more clearly.

Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue twice in his heart, looked at her with the admiration (envy) of the same male, and finally sighed in his heart: Princess Rapunzel is so coquettish.

"You just wear this to work? Add a suit jacket?" Jiang Yiming said abruptly, half-squinting his caramel-colored eyes, with a sense of scrutiny.

Zhong Sheng turned his head and glanced in surprise, "Woke up so early? What are you talking about? Of course not. I just came back from a morning run."

Jiang Yiming nodded, yes, if Zhong Sheng went to the company wearing this outfit, the employees in the company probably wouldn't be able to concentrate on their work—whether male or female.

"I have prepared some porridge and sandwiches for you. I don't know which one you want to eat. The cookies are placed on the table outside. You can take them if you want, but they can't be eaten as a meal." Zhong Sheng said, and sure enough, Jiang Yiming's eyes widened. Bright.

Jiang Yiming ran to the dining table and saw a small plate of sweet biscuits neatly placed on a plain plate, only three or four pieces, pitifully small.

He wrinkled his nose, was that all?Even if he ate it all, he couldn't eat it as a meal.

Seeing Jiang Yiming wrinkle his nose, Zhong Sheng gave a low laugh, seeing the young boy's dissatisfaction, but he ignored it, let alone giving him another piece tolerantly.

Jiang Yiming loves cookies. He has loved cookies since he was a child. If he is not careful, a bag full of cookies can disappear under his nose.

Jiang Yiming's manager, Bao Qiwen, was very surprised when he found out about Jiang Yiming's hobby. Who would have thought that a young man with thorns all over his body, a proud and venomous tongue, would like that kind of sweet and greasy Cookies?

Especially when the other person is in a bad mood or loses his temper due to hypoglycemia, a bag of cookies is always invincible.

"Since you're awake, I'll fry another egg for you." Zhong Sheng said, put the sandwich and porridge in front of Jiang Yiming, and turned back to the kitchen.

With a cookie stuffed in his mouth, Jiang Yiming propped his chin to look at the back of Zhong Sheng frying eggs in an orderly manner in the kitchen, and thought to himself, how long Zhong Sheng can be patient in making breakfast for others.

But he will know in the future - Zhong Sheng's patience is amazingly durable, even if they all become gray-haired old men, Zhong Sheng can still persevere.

When Zhong Sheng came over with fried eggs, Jiang Yiming swallowed the cookies and asked, "I can't tell you still make breakfast for others, do you usually eat these?"

Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Usually my assistant will prepare breakfast for me."

Jiang Yiming opened his mouth slightly, so these are specially prepared for him?

"Don't you have hypoglycemia? You have to have some breakfast when you wake up." Zhong Sheng said, pulling out the seat and sitting opposite Jiang Yiming, "Are you going to work later? I'll see you off?"

Jiang Yiming came back to his senses, lowered his head and took a sip of porridge in a concealed manner, "I'm rehearsing in the afternoon, and I'm fine in the morning."

"Afternoon..." Zhong Sheng frowned, and looked at his schedule, "I have a meeting. How about it, I'll ask Kai to pick you up."

Xiao Kai is Zhong Sheng's driver.

"No need, what are you doing as my manager? You have to give him a chance to show off." Jiang Yiming waved his hand.

Bao Qiwen, who was busy dealing with the rumor that "Jiang Yiming was suspected of being at odds with his teammates", sneezed loudly.

Zhong Sheng had no choice but to nod when he heard the words. He had just had two sips of porridge when he received a call. He squeezed the space between his brows, and after a few seconds of silence, he told the person on the other end of the phone to wait for him to pass and not to make any other moves.

"I'm leaving first. Call me if you have anything to do. You can do whatever you want in the house. If you don't like it, just throw it away." Zhong Sheng said, walking quickly towards the door.

Jiang Yiming sent Zhong Sheng out with a sandwich in his mouth, and couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this, as if he was some kind of rich second-generation prodigal.

He waved his hand at the back of Zhong Sheng who was striding away, and after he finished waving, he felt that his gesture was stupid, and he couldn't see it.

He curled his lips in disgust, and took a bite of the sandwich, as if to vent his anger.

"Ding dong——" is the notification sound of Jiang Yiming's mobile phone pushing news.

He didn't go back to the dining table, but sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, and slid the news with his fingers.

[Music producer Duan Fei was rushed to the doctor yesterday, his tendon was broken, and he was suspected to be unable to create music anymore! 】

【shock!Music producer Duan Fei may quit the music world! 】

【latest news!Duan Fei broke his tendon!Is it an accident or man-made?Ba Ye will take you to strip the truth! 】

Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes, clicked on one of them at random, and saw a large push picture.

It was probably taken secretly by an emergency worker who came to the door yesterday. Although most of his face was blocked by the back of another emergency worker, it probably couldn't stop those people on the forum from picking their skin.

Sure enough, Jiang Yiming received a call from Bao Qiwen before he finished reading the soft text.

"Little ancestor, please don't post anything on Weibo yourself! Wait for me to handle everything, okay?" Bao Qiwen urged nervously.

He was still dealing with his teammates, and in the blink of an eye, something new came up. Fortunately, he had prepared for this in advance.

"Okay." Jiang Yiming readily agreed.

Bao Qiwen reminded him that he hasn't checked Weibo today.

Jiang Yiming chewed a sandwich, logged on to his verified Weibo account, read popular jokes, and giggled on Zhong Sheng's sofa.

@Restart江一明v: Hahahaha //@喜欢首页: I feel the joy of stealing a kiss through the screen~[Share gif]

[The moving picture is a parrot that successfully kisses another parrot, and the whole bird is shaking and dancing. Jiang Yiming thinks that this bird is too fat, shaking and shaking, the whole body is shaking, funny. 】

@Restart江一明v: Hahahahahahahahahaha //@流气想想习子:  …

@Restart江一明 v: xswl//@超话社区:  …

When Bao Qiwen found out that Jiang Yiming was swiping the screen again, he looked hopeless.

How did he find out?Because all the netizens on the forum who were pointing the finger at Jiang Yiming suddenly said, Jiang Yiming posted on Weibo again, and Jiang Yiming was hahaha again, Jiang Yiming must be diverting his attention!

Bao Qiwen ran to take a look, and then sent a WeChat message to Jiang Yiming.

Nanny Chicken Mother: You are really my ancestor.

Jiang Yiming pinched his fingers and said that this is really uncertain. Maybe hundreds of years later, I am really a distant relative of yours.