Mr. Qin is always serious

On the other side, Wen Lang followed Qin Jingshen out and stopped not far from the crew.

Standing there, Wen Lang was still wearing Huo Zheng's military uniform, and the makeup on his face was a little cold, and when he glanced over, there was a kind of casual nobility.

However, it was different once he opened his mouth.

He looked at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, what's the matter?"

Ask carefully.

The painting style changes from a wolf dog to a little milk dog in an instant.

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes lightly: "Wen Rong...you know him very well?"

He paused for a while, then opened his mouth again: "I remember, you kept calling his name last night."

Wen Lang laughed, because of his perennial habit of boasting about Wen Rong's words, he continued almost unconsciously: "Of course we know each other very well. Do you know that there is a painter who is very popular recently? His name is Rongshui, and his painting style is very, very, very warm. He is gentle."

Qin Jingshen just looked at him silently.

Wen Lang was startled for a moment, and suddenly realized, the big boss wouldn't think he was messing around again, would he?

In the past, Zhou Yanxiu was external, and Fu Tong was internal.

Now, while eating inside and out, there is an extra warmth.

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Qin Jingshen looked at him in front of him, his eyes were deep and calm.

Wen Lang shook his hand: "Mr. Qin, this is the relationship between Wen Rong and I."

Qin Jingshen raised his eyes.

Wen Lang then seriously emphasized his and Wen Rong's surnames: "Wen Lang, Wen Rong, both surnamed Wen, he is my brother."

As for whether it was a kiss or not, Wen Lang felt that there was no need to talk about it.

After Qin Jingshen heard Wen Lang's words, his eyes softened a little.

Then Wen Lang was keenly aware of it.

Mr. Qin is really easy to coax.

Wen Lang thought, at least it was much easier to coax than the tantrum-laden Ju Baoer.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing, Qin Jingshen looked at him and smiled, and suddenly said, "Go to the film crew and change clothes."

Wen Lang didn't react, and his expression was a bit puzzled: "Huh?"

"Just now outside the production crew, I heard your manager chatting with your assistant, saying that you haven't eaten since last night." Qin Jingshen raised his eyes lightly, "I know a restaurant where you can cook for yourself, why don't you go? ?”

"It's because today's show hasn't..."

"I'll talk to Chen Jia."

That being the case, what is there to say?

Wen Lang bent his eyes and smiled: "Then thank you Mr. Qin."

After 15 minutes, Wen Lang went to the small room of the crew to remove his make-up and change his clothes. When he came out, Qin Jingshen had already told Chen Jia for leave, clean and tidy, and he could leave directly.

Song Li and Shu He were still nestled in the corner, Wen Lang went to talk to them a few words, but he didn't see Wen Rong, so he asked, "Where did Brother Wen Rong go?"

"Boss Bai Ze has returned to Wuzhong Mountain." Song Li said, "It's a rare trip to Chengdu, and I have to catch up with old friends."

Wen Lang was a little surprised.

After all, they are monsters who can keep up with the trend, and they usually rely on WeChat for reminiscing about the past.

Wechat is not enough, there is also Weibo, in short, there are no dead ends in all directions, everything that one expects to find.

But he didn't care too much, he found a black mask to put on, turned around and went out with Qin Jingshen.

The shop that Qin Jingshen took Wen Lang to was not far from the crew, but the location was a bit out of the way, and there was no signboard. If Wen Lang came here alone, he would definitely not notice it.

They found a private room slightly inside, and the environment inside was not bad, mainly because the kitchen was spacious.

And the apron hanging on the wall also has a dog's head printed on it, which is an Alaska.

Wen Lang glanced at it: "I used to really want to raise Alaska, but Zhou Yanxiu already raised one, and occasionally brought it over to play with me, and kept fighting with the egg yolk."

Qin Jingshen paused with his hands in the apron, and turned his head to look over.

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang wanted to bite himself to death. He looked at Qin Jingshen for a moment, bent his eyes and smiled at him, then turned around and went to sit outside the kitchen.

Primary school students sit upright.

Quiet as a chicken.

There is only a hollow wall between the kitchen and the dining table in the private room. From the outside, you can vaguely see the busy people inside. Wen Lang looked through the wall for a while, and the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

He looked down, it was Wen Rong's news.

Baibai Baize: I have arrived at Wuzhong Mountain, I guess I can only go back at night, remember to be good... have you gone back now?

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Not yet, it should take another hour or so.

Baibai Baize: ...What are you doing?

The spring of His Majesty Taotie: Mr. Qin took me out to eat, he cooks, I am waiting to eat.

Wen Lang glanced at the kitchen and continued typing.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Although Mr. Qin looks a bit cold, he is actually a good person.

Baibai Baize: ...

On the mountain in the mist, Wen Rong frowned and looked at the screen, thinking that there might be something wrong with his education.

He is obviously a fierce beast gluttonous, but why did he become a silly and sweet little cub?

While thinking this way, a new message appeared in the message box.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Brother Wen Rong, who did you go to see?

Baibai Baize: I went to have a look. He is now at the Tiger Demon on the east mountain. Do you still remember him?It's the one that used to fight with you when you were a kid.

The Spring of His Majesty Taotie: ...

Of course he remembered that in the past he was chased by Wen Rong from one side of Wuzhong Mountain to the other because he didn't take a nap, and he would always be seen by the tiger on the way. The tiger is a tiger that likes to make trouble, and Wen Lang will never forget him That hideous face when he gloated.

To put it simply, Wen Lang's strength is largely obtained from his body.

Baibai Baize: He said that he misses the teenage years when he was with you.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Okay, please tell him for me, I will visit the mountain later, let him stay at home, don't be cowardly, and don't hide.

Bai Bai Bai Ze: Don't always fight.

Spring of His Majesty Taotie: Of course not, I am very good.

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How could it be a fight?

Clearly a profound exchange of love and peace.

It can also be pleasant to the body and mind.

How good.

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The two big monsters continued to chat like this for almost 10 minutes, when there was a slight movement from the kitchen.

Wen Lang looked over and saw that Qin Jingshen had prepared the dishes and had already started to plate them.

He continued to talk to Wen Lang, then ended the conversation with an egg yolk emoji, and went to the kitchen to help Qin Jingshen serve dishes.

Of course, I didn't forget to wash my hands this time.

After half an hour, the table was swept away.

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes contentedly: "It's delicious, thank you Mr. Qin."

Qin Jingshen hummed: "Just like it."

Of course Wen Lang liked it, and Qin Jingshen's dish today included sweet and sour pork ribs that he hadn't cooked before, and the taste was particularly good.

He was never stingy with compliments on eating, and told Qin Jingshen what he thought, and then he saw Mr. Qin lower his eyes and smiled slowly.

Although it was only for a moment, Wen Lang still saw it.

He blinked in a daze, and Qin Jingshen stood up, still looking calm, took the jacket that Wen Lang had put on the side and handed it to him: "Chen Jia will be in a hurry after you've been out for too long, go back early."

Wen Lang took the coat: "Okay."

He put on his mask again and followed Qin Jingshen out.

At this time, there were a lot of people on the streets of Chengdu, and Wen Lang only wore a mask, so he found a relatively remote road.

There are many people on the road who have dogs, and they lazily lie there basking in the sun, fluffy.

Wen Lang saw a brown fluffy dumpling inside, and suddenly thought of Little Taotie: "Mr. Qin, you are here this time, little... where did you put the dumpling?"

"I sent it to the pet shop downstairs." Qin Jingshen said, and added, "I saw the egg yolk and Ju Baoer were there too."

That's good, the three hairballs can play together.

I just don't know if the hair that was pulled at the beginning can last until he goes back.

Wen Lang felt that he was not very good at this little spell, and the hair he pulled could not be recycled, and he was prone to baldness.

He thought for a while, and then asked, "How long will Mr. Qin stay in Chengdu for this business trip?"

"About half a month."

Wen Lang felt that this was fate, and couldn't help but bend his eyes: "What a coincidence, I'm similar."

Hearing this, Qin Jingshen raised his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak, only hummed lightly.

Okay, Wen Lang thought.

Today's big boss is still very cold.

One person and one Taotie continued to walk like this, and the crew arrived 5 minutes later.

Qin Jingshen was relatively busy, and after sending Wen Lang back, he took Qi Ya and left the set. Wen Lang put on makeup and changed clothes again, waiting for the next scene.

When he walked over, the previous scene had just finished filming. Chen Jia was sitting there, and when he saw Wen Lang passing by, he smiled and waved: "Wen Lang, come here, I have something to tell you .”

Wen Lang held the script: "Wen Rong can't get an appointment, I'm afraid."

Chen Jia was heartbroken: "How can you think of me like that? Am I the kind of scumbag director who forces people to do things in your heart?"

Wen Lang nodded frankly.

Chen Jia: "..."

Chen Jia coughed dryly: "Although I still have this idea, but this time I really don't want to talk about it, I just want to ask—"

He leaned over: "Well... what is the relationship between you and Mr. Qin?"

Wen Lang:?

The last time Wen Lang was asked such a question was half a year ago, but the other person involved in the topic at that time was not Qin Jingshen, but Zhou Yanxiu.

Wait, what's the twist?

He was shocked and didn't speak. Chen Jia had an expression on his face that I understood, and continued: "Don't panic, it's not the same now, I think you and Mr. Qin get along very well, young people, don't be shy."

"That's not the case." Wen Lang finally came to his senses, "Director Chen, what relationship do I have with Mr. Qin? Don't talk nonsense. If Mr. Qin finds out, my career will probably be over."

From Qin Jingshen's attitude the previous few times, Wen Lang knew that he absolutely didn't like this kind of scandal.

And it's not me who said that Mr. Qin's way of talking and living alone probably won't have anything to do with anyone.

Chen Jia understood Wen Lang's character and knew that he would not lie, so he touched his chin in doubt: "This plot is not right with what I know..."

Wen Lang: "What?"

Chen Jia took out the phone from his pocket, quickly opened a group chat interface and handed it to Wen Lang: "I didn't start this matter, everyone said so."

Wen Lang took the phone and glanced at it.

Then suddenly shocked.