I'm the only one in the whole world who thinks I'm Gong [Entertainment Circle]

It was already dawn.

The thick curtains were drawn tightly, blocking every ray of sunlight that tried to sneak in from the door.There was no incense burning in the room, and the air was filled with a strange, unknowingly red-faced smell. The sleeping person on the wide central bed moved, and then pulled the quilt a little higher.

"Bai Chuan..." He yawned and asked in a daze, "What time is it?"

A hand gently covered his forehead, brushing away a small strand of hair covering his eyes.

"It's already ten past two."

The answering voice was also low, revealing a bit of laziness after satiation, full of tenderness almost overflowing from every syllable.Some milky white lace fabric was torn off in one piece, and it was roughly thrown on the ground. The person who answered bent down, picked it up leisurely, and slowly played with it in the palm of his hand.

"it's a pity."

"What a pity?"

The person on the bed yawned again, finally fully awake, and sat up with his frizzy hair.There was still some blush in the corners of his eyes that hadn't completely subsided, with a strange radiance on his face, he squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

After a long while, reason and memory gradually came back, he seemed to finally see something from this cold and handsome face, and then blurted out, the first sentence he said after waking up today: "...Damn it."

The man standing in front of him raised his eyebrows and looked at him while holding the white cloth in his hand with a smile.

"That's not a good way to talk."

Jiang Xie looked back expressionlessly.

"Oh really," he said slowly, "it's good if you implement these two words for a few days in a row?"

He paused, then added: "And, can you put down what's in your hand?"

Gu Min said: "This is a small piece of the clothes you put on for me at that time."

"..." Jiang Xie even wanted to pounce on him and kill him.

Up to now, he still can't believe that his perfect plan died so halfway—yes, after he arranged everything and even took off his wedding dress, Gu Min actually held it with ease. The toothpick inside broke the lock, and the counterattack was swift.The situation was reversed in an instant, and the maker of the original plan succeeded in becoming the one who was under the pressure in the white wedding dress.

Jiang Xie even wondered if he was cursed by some god.Otherwise, how to explain that he made a plan and then blew it up?

He barely sat up straight, and the man standing by the bed immediately took two pillows and put them behind him.Jiang Xie quietly raised his head and glanced at him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Gu Yingdi stretched out his hand, took out the mobile phone from the suit pants scattered on the ground, and handed it to him.

Jiang Xie: "..."

He really wanted this.

He coughed dryly, then unlocked the phone, and saw several messages in succession.

All are from Mr. Jiang.

【Grandpa: What's going on? 】

[Grandpa: Explain. 】

[Grandpa: Little bastard, get the hell out of here now! 】

Jiang Xie: "..."

The little brat glanced at the time of the last text message, and immediately rolled back with his sore waist.

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Mr. Jiang saw the news himself.

In fact, it is very difficult not to know this news - not only the headlines are full of relevant reports, but even the nannies and visiting guests at home talk about it, and many family friends even come to visit Sent a wedding present.The bewildered Mr. Jiang leaned on his crutches and watched them carrying a huge statue of a century-old good relationship, and he was still a little dazed, "What is this for?"

"Don't pretend to be an old man," the visitor said beamingly, "Isn't everything about Jiang Xie and Gu Min announced? When are you going to have a banquet?"

Mr. Jiang instantly sensed something was wrong.

He immediately opened the newspaper he read every day, and successfully saw his grandson in the news report that occupied an entire page—the grandson who knelt on one knee and reverently pushed a diamond ring onto a man's finger .

Mr. Jiang almost got a mouthful of old blood in his throat.

He gave the ultimatum majestically, and waited at home for two whole days before he finally returned a little bastard with spring eyes and a strange face. With one step and three shakes, the whole body is in a state of weakness.Mr. Jiang watched his walking posture, his eyelids twitched.

"How do you walk!" He slammed his cane on the ground, and scolded, "Did you forget all those military postures in the dog's stomach!"

Unsteady Jiang Xie said calmly, "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Didn't you forget?" Mr. Jiang blew his beard and stared, "How can you have a soldier—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly figured out the key to this, and his face suddenly became completely ugly.He looked at his grandson's soft and messy waist, the corners of his mouth twitched for a long time, and finally said angrily, "What does it look like!"

Jiang Xie had no sense of being criticized at all, looked left and right, and Bai Chuan immediately pushed a sofa for one person, and put a thick cushion on him.He was lazily lying on the sofa, his whole exhausted body was almost sinking in, "What else can I look like? Isn't it just like me."

Mr. Jiang said angrily, "Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

Jiang Xie said, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Mr. Jiang laughed out of anger, "If you know this all of a sudden, you won't be afraid that I won't be able to bear it anymore?"

Jiang Xie didn't blush and continued to edit: "I think you are understanding and can keep up with the trend of the times."

Mr. Jiang: "..."

There is no way to discuss this further.

"Really," Jiang Xie said, "don't worry - he and I have already thought it through clearly, we are ready, even if you throw a wad of money in his face or take a gun If it is on his head, he will not give up."

Mr. Jiang, who was touching the gun, gave his hands a pause, and his old face almost turned red.He coughed, and reluctantly lifted his majestic airs again, "How do you know he won't?"

"You can try it," Jiang Xie shrugged, "He's downstairs."

Mr. Jiang was taken aback.

He stood up and looked down through the window, and sure enough, he saw a handsome and tall figure under the plane tree by the roadside.The figure was leaning against the tree, with a pair of superior long legs slightly overlapping, and it was looking up in this direction with focused eyes.

Old Man Jiang met his eyes unexpectedly, Gu Min was taken aback for a moment, then immediately stood up straight and bowed respectfully to him.

is a good boy.

Mr. Jiang left from the window and couldn't help sighing softly.

He stroked his crutch for a long while before asking, "Why doesn't he leave?"

"I'm afraid you'll hit me," Jiang Xie shrugged, "After all, in his eyes, you may be that kind of irritable old man who loves to lose his temper."

Mr. Jiang said angrily, "I'm irritable?!"

"Of course not," Jiang Xie hurriedly stroked the old man's hair, "Not only are you not irritable, but you are also very reasonable--when I say this, can you please take your hand away from the gun, for the sake of more convincing?"

The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, but still awkwardly let go of the gun in his hand.

"It's not a good road," he said.

"I know," Jiang Xie looked back at him calmly, "but you should also know that I never take an easy path."

He has spent almost all his life breaking the confinement of himself.Mingming is in politics at home, and his parents are active on the screen. Both of these paths can be taken easily, and he can win a bright future without any effort; but he just doesn't.

The domestic music market is obviously mostly in the direction of affection, and the lingering and soul-stirring love songs with low difficulty are the easiest to sell well. As long as he wants to, he can easily succeed in the music world; but he just doesn't.

The entertainment industry is in chaos like a big dye vat. With Jiang Xie's family background, he could have used these network resources to move smoothly; but he just didn't.

He knows what he wants better than anyone.

Mr. Jiang looked at him with complicated eyes, looking at his only and most proud grandson, and saw in his eyes the firmness of the boy who said he was going to learn music. The ground was full of thorns, and Jiang Xie walked very well.

There was a silent sigh in his eyes.

Jiang Xie stared at him paralyzed on the sofa, watching old man Jiang silent for a while, then suddenly turned to Bai Chuan.

"Go," he said, "go downstairs."

Butler Bai responded, bowed slightly, and asked politely: "Do you want to ask the gentleman downstairs to leave temporarily?"

"No," Mr. Jiang turned around, and said in a low voice and slowly, "Let him come up."

After these words came out, even Bai Chuan couldn't help being startled.

He looked at Mr. Jiang and said in surprise, "I thought you wouldn't accept such a thing?"

"I don't know how to do it," Mr. Jiang stroked the lifelike faucet carved on the cane, and leaned on it hard, "But who made this little bastard be the father and grandson?!"

Jiang Xie blinked and said, "I will take you to greet my mother."

"Fart!" Mr. Jiang didn't bother to pretend to be with him at the moment, and directly showed his vulgar side of being in the army for a long time, "How dare you go and tell your mother to try!"

Jiang Xie chuckled and looked at him.

"I promise, you won't regret it."

"Who regrets it?"

Mr. Jiang snorted coldly, turned around and faced the door.

—Silly bastard.

——I'm just afraid that you will regret it later.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly asked Bai Chuan, "Did you make dinner yet?"

Butler Bai glanced at his watch and immediately replied: "No. If you need it, I'll let them start now."

Mr. Jiang asked: "What doesn't that kid eat?"

All the guests who have been to Jiang's house as guests, their eating habits and preferences have been thoroughly investigated by Bai Chuan, let alone a special guest like Gu Min.Bai Chuan bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. Gu doesn't eat spicy food, he has a mild taste."

"very good."

Mr. Jiang was thoughtful.

Bai Chuan: "I will remind Wang Ma to pay attention—"

"No need," Mr. Jiang waved his hand, "Go, let her make them all spicy for me, the spicier the better—I really want to eat Sichuan hot pot today!"