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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.60 Eight Days·【Third Update】This is the first time that Young Master Jiang has...uncountable number of red faces

Jiang Yiming originally thought that if Zhong Sheng found out about the princess hugging, at least the TV series would start broadcasting, but he didn't expect that someone sneaked away on the set and directly posted this scene on Weibo.

Jiang Yiming felt helpless watching his number of Weibo fans soar.

Bao Qiwen was even more helpless. He even received a call from Yu Minghao's agent, asking him if he planned to take the opportunity to stir up a wave of enthusiasm.

"Don't dare, we don't want to provoke your traffic." Bao Qiwen rolled his eyes and said, he didn't believe that Yu Minghao's manager was so kind.

Which traffic is willing to help the poor?Volunteering to be tied up by an [-]-line man to stir up the popularity of men?Impossible, and not all are transparent.

What's more, if he dared to let Young Master Jiang fall into a scandal, Zhong Sheng would be able to deal with him first.

Bao Qiwen flatly refused, leaving no room for negotiation.

As soon as he hung up on Yu Minghao's manager, Zhong Sheng called over there.

"Princess Hug? Why didn't I remember this link in the script you showed me back then?" Zhong Sheng's voice was so cold that it was almost scumbag.

As soon as Bao Qiwen heard it, he knew that he had come to Xingshi to inquire about the crime.

He coughed lightly, and explained resignedly: "It was true that there was no such link in the script at the beginning, but if the actors can't stand it, they will play freely. No one can say for sure."

"You mean that Yu Minghao added this link by talking to himself?" Zhong Sheng's voice became colder.

Bao Qiwen paused, and suddenly felt that someone was about to suffer.

He touched the tip of his nose, and after thinking about it, he defended Yu Minghao a little: "It's not necessarily Yu Minghao... Maybe it's the screenwriter, the director, there are various factors."

"Actually, I'm not on the set today. It's better to ask Young Master Jiang for the specific situation." Bao Qiwen said again.

He quietly rolled his eyes in his heart, and said to himself, what kind of trick is it to always look for him, if you have the ability to look for Young Master Jiang!

Zhong Sheng was silent for two seconds, then hung up the phone.

Bao Qiwen clicked his tongue twice, and called Young Master Jiang instead.

"Hello?" Jiang Yiming picked up the phone and yawned lazily, "I just 'died' once today, do you have anything to say?"

"What does it mean?" Bao Qiwen was confused by Jiang Yiming's first question.

"Red envelopes." Young Master Jiang became addicted to collecting red envelopes, even when he was taking off his makeup, the makeup artist and costume artist stuffed him with a small red envelope.

Bao Qiwen was silent for two seconds when he heard that the crew had given Jiang Yiming some bad luck red envelopes. He didn't expect Jiang Yiming to capture the crew.

"Okay, I'll send you one later." Bao Qiwen said, isn't the child just spoiled?It's unreasonable for an artist in his own family not to favor him.

Besides, he had bad news to report.

"By the way, Zhong Sheng saw the trending post about you hugging Princess Yu Minghao, and just called me." Bao Qiwen said.

Jiang Yiming: "..."

Speaking of which, the previous appointment was to move to Zhong Sheng's house after killing the youth today.

Jiang Yiming touched the tip of his nose and responded, "Oh."

"'Oh'? No more?" Bao Qiwen raised his eyebrows on the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yiming heard that his manager actually wanted to watch him have fun.

He smirked and ignored it.

"By the way, did I tell you that I'm going to move to Zhong Sheng's place today. Afterwards, I will record "Escape from the Sky" at Zhong Sheng's place, the old rules." Jiang Yiming turned to mention another matter, he It just suddenly occurred to him that he seemed to have forgotten to tell Bao Qiwen about it.

Bao Qiwen: "... You didn't say it. And, this live broadcast started directly from the departure, and you want to record it at Zhong Sheng's place? Didn't you own a house and redecorate it?"

"My house is occupied by renovation workers, so I have no place to go." Jiang Yiming had a good reason.

Bao Qiwen: "..."

He took a deep breath and comforted himself in his heart, at least he was staying at Zhong Sheng's house, not Ming Hao's.

——The biggest essential difference between the two is that the former is the cp who will stand in person at the end of the game, while the latter is easy to light the vinegar barrel of the bell.

"You'd better pray that netizens buy your rhetoric," Bao Qiwen said.

"I don't care if they believe it or not." Jiang Yiming snorted, the opinions of netizens had nothing to do with him.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yiming sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking about how to send a message to Zhong Sheng.

He finished the show early today, so he went home first, and sorted out the equipment he was going to take out.

If it wasn't for later finding out that he and Yu Minghao were on the trending searches again, he would have already called the housekeeper to send him to Zhong Sheng's place by now.

He scratched his chin, feeling a little timid after all, as if Hong Xing was caught on the spot when he stepped out of the wall.

@微锋着非: I'll go to your place with my luggage later, is it convenient?

@Rapunzel: Okay, I'll pick you up.

@微友很少: Aren't you busy recently?No, I'll ask the housekeeper to bring me over.

@Rapunzel: It's okay, I'll be there in half an hour.

Jiang Yiming scratched his chin. From the text, it seemed impossible to tell whether Rapunzel was in a good or bad mood, or whether the bucket of vinegar had been knocked over.

He glanced at the time, half an hour later, he simply changed his clothes, and adjusted his hairstyle and image a little bit, and when he went downstairs again, the time was just right.

When Jiang's mother saw her youngest son going downstairs, she seemed to be a little more refined than usual, and her hairstyle looked as if she had specially applied styling water.

"Is there an event tonight?" Mama Jiang asked.

"No. Why do you ask that?" Jiang Yiming blinked.

Jiang's mother gave a slight "hey" and pointed to her youngest son's beautiful and shiny curly hair: "You didn't do any activity and you put on hair oil?"

Jiang Yiming: "..."

Young Master Jiang's hair is soft and curly, natural, the kind that even trying to straighten it doesn't have much effect. Usually, he combs it casually, and he doesn't bother to toss it. The curly hair is casually and finely pasted on his forehead.

But today, Young Master Jiang has applied pomade and styling lotion to his disobedient curly hair, and his whole person suddenly looks exquisite and luxurious, like a little prince who has stepped out of a painting.

Jiang's mother wanted to hold her little son into her arms and rub her well. Thanks to her strong genes, she gave birth to a handsome and pretty son.

The butler walked in and softly reported that the young master of the Zhong family had arrived.

Mother Jiang looked at her youngest son with understanding in her eyes.

You tossed your hair specifically to see Zhong Sheng?

It seems that my youngest son is not so unenlightened.

Mother Jiang lowered her head and smiled.

Jiang Yiming blushed, coughed lightly, and said to the housekeeper, "I'll pass right away, so he doesn't need to get down, just wait for me in the car..."

"Nonsense, there is no way to entertain guests like this." Mother Jiang reprimanded softly, raised a gentle smile, and said to the butler, "Please come in."

"Good lady."

Jiang Yiming rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassingly, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm so familiar, what kind of guests are there?"

"If you don't become a family, you are all guests." Jiang's mother patted the back of her son's hand.

Jiang Yiming choked, and he didn't know where he was thinking, but his face turned red slowly, which made Jiang's mother look surprised.

When Zhong Sheng walked in, he saw Jiang Yiming leaning on his big [-]-inch suitcase with his back turned to him.

He lowered his eyes slightly and strode into the living room.

"Aunt Jiang. Mingming." Zhong Sheng shouted.

"Come on, sit down. Why did you come here suddenly today? I heard from your mother that you have been very busy at the company recently, and you haven't been home for several days?" Mother Jiang asked concerned.

Hearing the words, Jiang Yiming looked up and happened to meet Zhong Sheng's gaze. He subconsciously looked away guiltily, coughed lightly and said, "I'm so busy, why don't I ask the housekeeper to take me there."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that what he said was a bit unpleasant, and he couldn't be so ignorant if someone came to pick him up with good intentions.

So Young Master Jiang quickly added something, jokingly said: "How valuable is your 1 minute, once you come and go, time is wasted on the road, how much do I owe you?"

"It's okay, pay it back slowly." Zhong Sheng smiled at Young Master Jiang.

Jiang Yiming choked, feeling a hint of meaning, he didn't know if he was thinking too much or something, anyway, the temperature on his face also went up.

Jiang's mother looked at her youngest son several times, and tasted something wrong.

Young master Jiang will blush?Still blushing so often?Shy?

It was really strange that this word would appear on his youngest son.

"Mom, let's go first. The program will be recorded for the next few days, and I will temporarily rent Zhong Sheng's place to live." Jiang Yiming couldn't bear his mother's scrutiny, stood up and said.

He grabbed the handle of the [-]-inch suitcase with one hand, and was about to walk towards the gate in a hurry, as if he was running away.

Jiang's mother didn't stop her when she saw this, she knew that her youngest son's face was actually quite thin, and if he exposed it harshly, he might become angry from embarrassment.

She smiled and said, "Well, don't make trouble for others."

"It's okay, auntie, Mingming is fine." Zhong Sheng smiled slightly, and took the handle of the box from Young Master Jiang's hand without any explanation, "We're leaving first, don't worry, I will take good care of him."

"I'm relieved to have you here." Mother Jiang said with a smile.

Jiang Yiming wrinkled his nose and spoke as if he couldn't take care of himself.

He was on the show, but he took three giant babies to survive in the wilderness.

Zhong Sheng's car was parked outside the door, and the two of them had just walked out of the small courtyard full of flowers when they met Jiang Xunchuan who had come back.

Jiang Xunchuan frowned when he saw Zhong Sheng, and his eyes fell on the familiar big box in Zhong Sheng's hand: "My brother is living here again?"

"Yeah." Zhong Sheng nodded slightly.

"Thank you." Jiang Xunchuan smiled, teasingly said, "You might as well give him a key or something."

"It's done, it's at home." Zhong Sheng said.

Jiang Xunchuan: "..."

With reddened ears, Jiang Yiming grabbed his suitcase and hurried forward with one hand.

His elder brother came to see him on purpose!

Big Brother Jiang stared blankly at Zhong Sheng taking his precious brother away, and he took a breath before realizing it, and hurried home to report: "Mom! Zhong Sheng even gave Ming Ming the keys to his house!"

"What's the matter? In order to meet Zhong Sheng, your younger brother cut his curly hair on purpose." Mother Jiang said unhappily.

Jiang Xunchuan: "!?"

This news is much more explosive than the news that Zhong Sheng gave Jiang Yiming a key of his own house.

Is his younger brother enlightened?

"It's over, it's over, my brother will be eaten by Zhong Sheng's big-tailed wolf." Brother Jiang was worried. After enlightening his younger brother, the number of paragraphs must not be as good as Zhong Sheng's big-tailed wolf.

He thought he could watch Zhong Sheng chasing after his younger brother for a few more years. Who would have thought that Jiang Yiming would be enlightened so quickly?

"Not necessarily not." Jiang's mother smiled, and looked at Jiang Xunchuan, "Your brother has a lot of crooked brains in his little brain."

Young Master Jiang with a lot of crooked minds was sitting in Zhong Sheng's car at the moment. He cleared his throat and broke the silence: "Did you really give me a key?"

"Well, go back and put it on your key bag." Zhong Sheng said.

"But I don't have a key case." Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows.

He doesn't need to bring a key when he goes out, and the housekeeper will open the door at any time - if it weren't for this, Jiang Yiming wouldn't develop the bad habit of going out without a key, and he wouldn't have had to live by the bell when he was too late for rehearsals a few times before. Sheng there.

As if guessing that Jiang Yiming would answer like this, Zhong Sheng took out a keychain from his pocket. The pendant is in the shape of a donut, chocolate-colored, not ugly, "Then attach it to this."

Jiang Yiming took the keychain, looked at it and laughed: "Why does this keychain seem to be bitten by someone, and there is still a gap missing?"

"Just like this." Zhong Sheng said, and out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the smiling young master, his mood turned cloudy, "Isn't it ugly?"

"Barely in line with my aesthetics, but it doesn't suit my temperament." Young Master Jiang said reservedly, with a hint of pretended disgust in his tone.

With a movement of his hand, he put away the keychain.

Zhong Sheng chuckled and said nothing.

After getting on the elevator and standing at the door of the apartment, Jiang Yiming saw Zhong Sheng take out his bunch of keys to open the door, and he noticed that Zhong Sheng was also wearing a keychain.

The keychain is a tiny figure holding a small triangular notched chocolate donut with chocolate-colored crumbs all over its mouth.

Jiang Yiming paused, the villain had curly black hair, brown eyes, and a cute three-headed body.

Young Master Jiang quickly looked away, and his heart beat a little faster suddenly.

Couple keychain?

Why is Zhong Sheng like this!How could he be made into such a gluttonous image?He doesn't want to lose face!

Young Master Jiang hadn't entered the house yet, but he blushed again—I don't know how many times this was today.