After wearing it back, I have no feeling for Lao Gong

"That's enough, you don't need to look any further." Minglian felt that four cars were enough, "Come down quickly and help me move things."

Ming Lian is not polite to call his brother.

Jiang Lin happily pushed open the car door and jumped down, "Here we come, come now!"

Seeing this, Minglian went back to the house to get other things.

As soon as Minglian left, the smile on Jiang Lin's mouth changed immediately.

Mocking, but also hostile.

"He's going to move out." Jiang Lin moved forward, and when he passed Jiang Jiao, he deliberately bumped Jiang Jiao hard with his shoulder.

Jiang Jiao was caught off guard, and was knocked back two steps, "So what? I'll go find him."

Jiang Lin was going to go into the house, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned around, "Jiang Jiao, it is not legally recognized that you have a relationship with Minglian, what are you still pestering him for? You didn't cherish it when you pulled the certificate, and now you are divorced But it's uncharacteristic! Jiang Jiao, what kind of lover are you pretending to be, who are you disgusting? Do you think Minglian will wait for you? No, he won't!"

That sentence directly poked Jiang Jiao's sore spot, making his bloody wound drenched with blood.

"It was my fault before, and I will treat him well in the future." Jiang Jiao's momentum suddenly dropped.

Jiang Jiao remembered that Jiang Lin was Minglian's childhood friend.

This marriage was indeed his fault, Jiang Lin scolded him, and he could only bear it.

When Jiang Lin heard this, the fire in his heart burned even more.

He took a step forward with haughty and sharp eyes, "He is a person who is moving forward. Without you, his future will only be better and brighter. From the day you got the divorce certificate, he and you have no money." relationship!"

Jiang Jiao was silent, but his eyes were firm, as if it was a reef standing on the seashore, which has endured hundreds of years of wind and rain and still not falling down, or like the shadow of the moon thrown into a deep pool, never thinking of turning back.

Ming Lian must be in his future!

Five pickup trucks moved at the same time, quite loudly, and left Linfu in the West District with Minglian's belongings.

Jiang Jiao was dejected, like a defeated rooster.

Because he only made one trip, all of Minglian's belongings were taken away.

The convoy finally drove into the community next to Ivory Tower Media.

This community is a high-end community, with villas and apartments in it, and the secrecy is very good. There are some artists who have just debuted, or young trainees who are about to debut.

Apart from expensive rent and tight location, there are almost no other disadvantages.

Ming Lian lived in an apartment, he lived alone, he couldn't afford a place as big as a villa.

The apartment here has three households on the first floor. Minglian’s house is on the seventh floor, with good lighting and a good view. It’s a good location.

When Jiang Jiao, Jiang Lin and the others moved their things up, they saw that the door of a room not far away on the same floor opened, and there was the sound of clanging music coming from inside.

It's rock and roll.

Jiang Jiao frowned instantly, and the eyebrow peak seemed to be able to pinch a fly to death, "Why is it so noisy? How can people rest!"

The intermediary who led the way was a half-expert in the entertainment industry, and he quickly explained: "The third room lives in a trainee who is preparing to debut. There will be a competition in a few days. He has good grades and should debut in a group. After the mission, I won’t live here anymore.”

The subtext of these words is: Even if they quarrel, they won't last long.

Jiang Jiao's eyes shine brightly.

It's good not to live here!

Simply wonderful! !

After Minglian moved in, he spent a whole day tidying up, putting away the books and tidying up the room.

Replace all sofa covers and window cushions that should be replaced.

Just when Minglian finished tidying up and turned on the computer to work, the voice next door suddenly changed.

The rocking stopped and was replaced by another loud noise that sounded like—

Someone is moving.

The sound lasted for a long time, and it was very noisy. Ming Lian, who was writing the script, pressed his eyebrows, closed the notebook in his hand, and planned to go out to have a look.

When the door opened, Minglian froze.

Moving is moving, but I didn't expect Jiang Jiao to be in the moving team.

As if he had been paying attention to that side all the time, when Minglian's door opened, the man with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs turned around quickly.

The man grinned, showing a slightly flattering smile.

Flattering to a little silly.

"Good morning." Jiang Jiao had a bright smile on his face, but his heart was beating fast, without a trace.

Minglian didn't speak, just looked at him for a moment.

Jiang Jiao's smile froze slowly, and finally his back was bent. He hesitated for a moment, and stepped forward in small steps, "Minglian, did I disturb you, I asked them to move more gently."

Minglian lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes wandered past him, and fell on those master movers who kept moving things into the house, "Stop doing business, and become an artist?"

Jiang Jiao shook his head quickly, "I'm not an entertainer, I'd rather earn money for you than fly around to catch the announcement."

All the shares were given away, and Jiang Jiao changed from a big boss to a part-time worker overnight. Jiang Jiao's mentality has not changed at all.

In his opinion, both have the same essence, which is to earn money for Ming Lianhua.

No difference.

Minglian took a step back expressionlessly, retreated into his room, and stretched out his hand to close the door.

Seeing this, Jiang Jiao couldn't help stretching out his hand to support Minglian's door.

After being swept away by the other party's eyes, Jiang Jiao shuddered, but he dared not take back his hand, "Ming Lian, I live next door, if you need anything, you can..."

"My God! Look what I found? My muse!!"

Suddenly there was an exaggerated shout.

The two looked over at the same time, only to see a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes looking at him frantically.

The other party was well dressed, with blond hair tied into a finger-length braid behind his head.

Seeing the two people looking over, the man's eyes became even more frenzied, as if a blazing fire was burning in his eyes.

Then, the blond foreigner stepped forward quickly in two steps and three steps.

As soon as he came over, he stretched out his arms, wanting to give Minglian an eager hug.

Jiang Jiao's face changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to push him without thinking.

He is 1.8 meters. [-], tall and burly. Although he doesn't look particularly burly in clothes, he has great strength.

This push directly pushed the blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigner back two or three steps.

Although he was almost pushed down, the blond foreigner didn't care at all.

He stared at Minglian closely, like a hungry wolf staring at meat, "My Muse, I finally found you! Dear Muse, I want to have dinner with you tonight, do you have time? "

Jiang Jiao felt angry when he heard it.

Damn, he didn't even dare to make an appointment for dinner, what kind of onion is this guy?

"Behave yourself, or I'll sue you for harassment!" Jiang Jiao's eyes were fierce.

The blond foreigner stepped forward again, with the same enthusiasm in his eyes, he tried his best to look at Minglian through the gap.

"Honey, can I get to know you? You are simply growing on my aesthetics, I'm so happy. Ou~ honey, please forgive me, I may be a little incoherent now." The blond man looked inside desperately.

Jiang Jiao was so disgusted by his mouthfuls of honey that he clenched his fists.

He was about to go up and hit someone, but suddenly he felt a thrust coming from behind, and he was pushed out of the house.

The change of Jiang Jiao's position instantly made Gerald see Minglian clearly.

His blue eyes were as thick as ink splashes.

The young man in a white sweater is as tall as jade, his skin is extremely white, like soft and delicate white silk, showing the unique charm of the ancient orient.

Gerald felt himself drowning in those peachy eyes.

Every line is just right and delicate, the pupils are as clear as jewels, and the eyelashes are black and thick.

In the words of fans, they want to swing on his eyelashes.

"Honey, I think I fell in love with you at first sight. Now I not only want to ask you to have dinner with me, but I also want to pursue you. Will you agree to my pursuit?" Gerald looked at Ming without blinking. even.

Jiang Jiao felt like he was about to explode.

Who the hell is this?Nervous as soon as it comes up!Didn't the intermediary say that this community is a high-end community? How can there be mental illness so casually!

"I don't know you." Ming Lian was about to close the door after pushing Jiang Jiao out.

Gerald sighed as if waking up from a dream, "I forgot to introduce myself, dear muse, I am Gerald, a photographer and an amateur painter, nice to meet you."

He originally wanted to open his arms for a hug, or a close kiss, but then remembered that this was the East, so he changed it to a handshake.

Minglian is not from the photography industry, and he didn't pay much attention to the affairs in that circle before, so he only regards Gerald as an ordinary photographer at this time.

After shaking hands with the other party politely, Ming Lian said, "Hello."

He just shook hands and didn't introduce his name.

Gerald gave an enchanted smile, "Honey, your voice is as beautiful as your own. May I kiss your face? Please let me explain, in my country, a kiss on the face is the same as shaking hands now common."

"No!!" Jiang Jiao's face was blackened.

He decided to use practical actions to drive away this guy who didn't know where he came from.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to push Gerald away, but he didn't expect that this tall and tall foreigner turned out to be Lian Jiazi, and the other party quickly moved to the side, actually avoiding it.

Gerald's eyes were still glued to Minglian, "Honey, your friend seems to have misunderstood me. But it doesn't matter, there seems to be an old saying in the beautiful Huaxia, adults don't care about villains, I won't care about him. "

His intonation is very strange, the kind of weirdness of foreigners who have just learned Mandarin.

Coupled with that outdated old saying, Jiang Jiao was so angry that he was about to go to heaven.

And Minglian's reaction made him both happy and troubled.

The young man who seemed to be the bright moon in the sky nodded, and then said, "Sorry, I still have something to do."

Then the door was closed.

At the moment when the line of sight was cut off, Gerald, who just smelled the sweet nectar like a bee, instantly returned to normal.

After the enthusiasm in those clear blue eyes faded, there was an inhuman indifference and arrogance.

He was wearing a white shirt with exquisitely designed platinum cufflinks on the cuffs. The contours of foreigners' faces were always deep. After the corners of his mouth were flattened, the arrogance in his bones became more intense.

"Forgive me for asking. My muse closed the door without saying hello to you. Is the relationship between you two very bad?" Gerald raised his chin slightly.

Already thinking in his mind, if the relationship is not good, there is no need to inquire about his muse from this person.

After Jiang Jiao returned from Minglian, he calmed down instead.

A man's confidence comes from his social status and wealth.

And the excellent family status and personal ability undoubtedly gave Jiang Jiao his self-confidence.

"I disappoint you. He is my partner. We have met each other's parents. We have been arguing for a long time!" Jiang Jiao was full of thoughts.

Gerald froze for a moment, loss flashed across his eyes.

After tidying up the rental house, Minglian had to go to work.

Although he is a screenwriter, screenwriters in big companies don't just need to be stuck in the room to write scripts.

Some of the screenwriters signed by the company have to go with the crew, which is commonly known as joining the crew.

There are also some tasks that will be assigned, such as shooting small short film advertisements, etc., all of which require screenwriter planning.

The company is not far from the community, and it takes about ten minutes to walk there.

As soon as the door opened, Minglian was startled by a tall figure.

He didn't know when Jiang Jiao was waiting here, he leaned against the door, and when he saw Minglian came out, he immediately stood up straight.

Minglian frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"

"Wait for me." Jiang Jiao ran back to his room with the door open like a gust of wind.

Minglian ignored him and walked towards the elevator.

Press the down button on the elevator.

This is the seventh floor, and it will take some time for the elevator to come up from the first floor.

When the elevator went up to the second floor, Jiang Jiao came back.

He was carrying a bag in his hand.

"Breakfast for you." Jiang Jiao began to babble, as if he wanted to finish what he hadn't said before. "The steamed stuffed bun from Yaoji that you like to eat has soy milk in it. I warmed it up before, and it's still warm."

Minglian didn't answer, "No need, there is a breakfast shop at the gate of the community."

"I went to that breakfast restaurant, and the environment is not as good as Yao remembers." Jiang Jiao was anxious.

Minglian turned to look at him, his thick eyelashes were like new feathers on the back of a crow, "Jiang Jiao, we are already divorced."

"Crack."

Suddenly there was the sound of the iron door being opened.

Jiang Jiao didn't know what to think of, the veins on his forehead stretched again and again.

"Good morning, dear Muse! Today is such a happy day, even the air is sweet." Gerald was elated.

The fire in his eyes was rekindled, he closed the door and strode towards Minglian, "Honey, can I treat you to breakfast?"

"Ding." At this moment, the elevator came.

Minglian didn't speak, and walked into the elevator.

Gerald followed.

Jiang Jiao wanted to follow, but Minglian stared at the spot.

Probably because those eyes were as deep as ancient pools, Jiang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and when he recovered, the elevator door had already closed.

The man disappeared, but the steaming breakfast in his hand was still there.

"This little trash came at the wrong time!" Jiang Jiao pulled his hair.

After breakfast, Minglian went back to the company. As soon as he got back, he was called into the office by the senior supervisor.

"Minglian, Henry II's perfume advertisement has been filmed for ten days, but the photographer is not satisfied with the shooting. He picks artists, costumes, and scripts. He picks everything. It's very annoying." Producer Gao is very troubled, obviously Very bald about this.

Henry II's perfume is very famous, and it is absolutely luxurious in the perfume industry.

The ivory tower family has a big business, and it is not surprising that they can win such an endorsement.

"But Senior Producer, isn't this script designed by Henry II?" Minglian was puzzled.

"Originally, but the screenwriter wrote the script and the photographer was suddenly dissatisfied. You know, those who are engaged in photography and art, think about it as they come up, and sometimes the aesthetic style becomes very powerful. He was not satisfied with the filming behind him. If you are satisfied, you will immediately get angry and curse at others." The senior producer felt a headache.

Minglian understood, it seemed that the team was Henry II's team.

but--

"Their team can let the photographer decide?" Ming Lian asked.

Leaning back on the wide chair behind him, the senior supervisor sighed, "This photographer is indeed a big name, and there is not a single item in the magazine advertisements held by him that is not popular. The magazines are sold out, and all the products promoted are very popular. Out of stock. And the artist who is the protagonist of his magazine will definitely make a leap in the future. Let's put it this way, this person is a gold finger, and he can become gold wherever he taps, and the gold content will explode."

Minglian frowned slightly, "Such a person must be very assertive, and if he is not satisfied, he can only replace it."

The senior producer sighed heavily, "Isn't that right? Now, from artists to costumes, to props to scripts, almost all of them have been changed. But the damn Gerald is not satisfied yet, I'm a little worried that he will say ivory He didn't have any artists he was satisfied with, so he just said no more."

With his status, even if he doesn't shoot, Henry II can't do anything to him.

Because he himself holds shares in Henry II.

Minglian was stunned.

Gerald?

"Ming Lian, go over and have a look, see if you can refine the script." Gao Producer said.