It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

Qiao Jin smiled, his eyes were extremely bright: "No, I feel quite strong."

I'm afraid it's not a flashback?That being said, it's even more confusing.

"Follow me tonight." Liang Yueyang pursed her lips tightly, "When will you finish filming, Mao Mao?"

Yun Mao curled his lips: "He has a night show in today's stall, but I don't."

"That's how it is." Qiao Jin smiled, his teeth were white, "Mr. Mao went back to sleep early, and the handsome guy took me in tonight." The rascal who was also taken in in the future was unable to say anything.

"I'm not tired, it's okay to go back early." Yun Mao raised his chin, "I'll follow wherever the master is."

Liang Yueyang conveniently gave the part of Qiao Jin in his arms to the person who should be given it, which made Yun Mao gnash his teeth, and before he recovered, he stretched out another fat hand.

"Tsk, it's so considerate." Pei Quan took his own share and said words of praise, but his bright eyes were on Qiao Jin.

"Bon voyage." Liang Yueyang urged him lightly, the threat in his tone made Pei Quan smile and retreat quickly.

"Huh, he's finally gone." Yun Mao let out a long breath, and patted his chest with a look of lingering fear.

Liang Yueyang was surprised: "Isn't he unable to influence you?"

"But I'm just afraid of him." Yun Mao kicked the stone angrily, "Every time I see him, it's like being caught playing truant and being called to the parents."

"Jojin!" A shout came from the lobby, "Ready!"

Liang Yueyang looked at him, and he was also looking at him. The two looked at each other, and Qiao Jin had a pitiful expression on his face: "Don't leave me behind, it's just a one-off, express, a bed, I'll give you all the money .”

"It's disgusting." Yun Mao burst out laughing and kicked his calf.

Liang Yueyang nodded calmly: "Well, I will follow you."

This answer was also unexpected. Qiaojin himself smiled first, and was walking towards the lobby when his arm was pulled, and when he turned his head, the hand had already left.

"It's okay, let me see how you are recovering." Liang Yueyang explained softly, the yin and yang aura on his body were intertwined endlessly, and it became more and more chaotic.

Yun Mao was not happy: "Brother, you care more about him than me."

"Something will happen tonight." Liang Yueyang reached out and touched Yun Mao's head to comfort him, without leaving Qiao Jin's eyes, and caught up with him just after he finished speaking.

"Troublesome." Yun Maonu pursed his lips, his beautiful face was full of disgust.

As soon as the show started, the director yelled "Cut", and Yun Mao couldn't help gloating: "You're still talking to me, so you're still being dealt with."

Liang Yueyang was used to watching Mao Mao when he was filming. When he first started playing various dramas, he couldn't imagine how miserable it would be when it was broadcast on TV. However, after it was actually broadcast, after adjusting the angle and post-production, he could still watch it.Later, his acting skills improved, and he didn't look awkward anymore.

The setting is an open-air balcony, and the small tables are very emotional. The breeze, the night and the colored lights create a luxurious but deserted atmosphere.

Finding an inconspicuous corner to sit down, Liang Yueyang cast his probing eyes on Qiao Jin, feeling somewhat resistant.

Standing in the field, Qiao Jin was neither arrogant as he usually joked with Mao Mao, nor polite with strangers. He was very nervous while waiting for the preparation process.

With a whoosh, Yun Mao handed over a pack of puffed food.

Liang Yueyang pushed back, not daring to take his eyes off Qiao Jin.

"What's interesting." Yun Mao muttered, "It's just that he got into the drama faster than me."

Qiao Jin quickly found his status, smiling frequently, and his every move was full of elegance.This kind of nobility exuded naturally is brought up by people who were born in wealthy families and pampered since childhood.

And that locomotive submerged in the water, how could a kid from a rich family end up sleeping on the street?Qiao Jin smiled slightly in the arena, Liang Yueyang's brows and eyes softened unconsciously, but his heart was nervous, his anger was getting lower and lower, there must be a bloody disaster.

The field fell into a fierce state, and Qiao Jin's opponent suddenly made an attack and dropped a glass at his feet.

With a sneer in his eyes, Qiao Jin raised his head to look at the guest, and lowered his neck respectfully: "Is there anything you are not satisfied with, sir?"

The opponent's voice was full of anger: "I'm not satisfied anywhere! I don't care what happens here, just bring me what I want!"

The line skills of both of them are quite good, especially Qiao Jin, who speaks in a correct way, with a sense of alienation in his steady voice.

"What sir wants, we can't provide here." Qiao Jin seemed to have turned into a disguised waiter in the play, the smile on his lips did not fluctuate, but there was a lot of information hidden in his eyes, "But there is this, I don't know if I can replace?"

After saying that, he lifted the white cloth on the plate.

The opponent took a few steps back in panic, and pointed at Qiao Jin in disbelief: "You..."

"Perfect!" The director praised happily, "There are a few angles and other cameras rushing, let's do it again and call it a day!"

Liang Yueyang raised the corners of his lips slightly, Qiao Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and went up to touch up the powder to touch up the makeup. His eyes squinted, and when he saw someone with a smile in his eyes, he blinked complacently.

The two people in the scene were in full swing, and it was still perfect once again, but when they were shooting alone, they couldn't help each laughing once or twice.

The tidbits are more interesting than the main drama. When the actors laughed, the onlookers couldn't help laughing too. Liang Yueyang rolled his eyes.

"You can obviously get a bed in the crew." Yun Mao curled his lips and looked at the person who walked over in high spirits.

Qiao Jin smiled flatteringly: "He paid the rent."

"Brother, you will definitely not go to sleep with me." Yun Mao carefully looked at the master, "You want to take him home?"

"Let's go, I'll drive." Liang Yueyang stretched out his hand naturally, and Yun Mao reluctantly handed over the key after a bit of ink.

When the car started, Yun Mao sat on the back seat holding back tears, and his eyes locked on Qiao Jin, the co-pilot, with hatred.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm under a lot of pressure," Qiao Jin turned his head dumbfoundingly, "you will feel good if you turn your gaze to your master."

Fog began to fall on the familiar road again.Qiaojin leaned back on the armchair, with an uneasy expression on his face: "I saw a fog last time, and I encountered a ghost. This time it won't be more terrifying..."

Liang Yueyang drove with a dignified expression, and the headlights turned on could not shake the fog at all.

"Master...the mobile phone has no signal." Yun Mao said in a trembling voice, with a particularly aggrieved tone, "I really regret buying a convertible now, it's really insecure."

The night was pitch black, with dark clouds covering the moon, unable to scatter a ray of light, and the sound of insects chirping made one's scalp tingle.

With a calm voice, Liang Yueyang turned the car around: "I'm trapped, I can't find my way."

There was a "cluck" sound in the strangely quiet air, as if it came from all directions.