Rebirth of the absolute actor

When I woke up, the time on the phone showed that it was already 09:30 in the morning.

The other half of the big bed was empty and there was no temperature at all. I don't know how long it had been since Mo Qingyu left, but the smile on Wei Muyang's face was not affected at all. Express your love for your lover.

He stretched himself, got up slowly, opened the curtains, and immediately ushered in a room full of sunlight.

Immediately the spirit improved to the point of great improvement.

After washing up and eating the breakfast that Mo Qingyu left on the dining table, Wei Muyang was satisfied, and suddenly had an idea, how about giving him a surprise today, making a loving lunch and sending it to his office?

At first, the idea was just a little flame, and then it blazed up in an instant, and within a few minutes, Wei Muyang made a decision.

Calling Jiang Yang to go to a supermarket not far away to purchase ingredients, Wei Muyang rolled up his sleeves and started to work in the kitchen.

In just over an hour, three dishes and one soup with all the flavors and flavors were ready. Wei Muyang found an insulated box, packed his bags, and headed to Mo Qingyu's office building with great interest.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Mo Qingyu's office was also very casual.

Song Xiuping was sitting on the leather handmade sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, sipping it comfortably. Opposite him, Mo Qingyu looked at a stack of documents with a leisurely look.

"Yixing's performance this quarter is good." After closing the file, Mo Qingyu raised his eyes and looked at the man opposite, "But it's not enough for you to send it to me specifically. Tell me, why do you come to me?"

Song Xiuping's hand holding the coffee paused, he looked at Mo Qingyu, and smiled helplessly, "Old Mo, you can't pretend to be stupid once, it's like this every time, it's very frustrating."

Three years ago, Song Xiuping would not have dared to speak to Mo Qingyu like this even if he was a child. But in the past three years, because of Wei Muyang's relationship, Mo Qingyu's character has become more and more easy-going, so Song Xiuping It also restored the earliest mode of getting along with Mo Qingyu.

Mo Qingyu raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are so busy every day. After you gave you a new target last time, you even hid from me so much that you wished to hide across the sea, but now you appear in front of me by yourself. It's not weird. Who believes it?"

Seeing the increasingly frustrated look on Song Xiuping's face, Mo Qingyu was in a good mood, and decided to let him go: "What's the matter, tell me quickly, I still have a lot of work to do, and I'm delayed by you, and I won't be able to get off work at [-]:[-] in the afternoon."

Hearing the word off work from the mouth of a workaholic, it is not easy to run into a ghost during the day. "Get off work at five o'clock?" Song Xiuping looked strange, "Since when did you become so humane? Didn't you all want to stay up all night before?"

Mo Qingyu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows at Song Xiuping's surprise.

"Hurry up and get down to business, I have limited time."

Song Xiuping froze for a few seconds, then said angrily, "Have you seen the news from the media?"

Although he didn't say which one it was, the two people present understood what he was talking about.

"I see, what's the matter?" Mo Qingyu said in a calm voice, as if the two were talking about the weather.

"Then you..." Song Xiuping was hesitant to speak for a moment. He wanted to say a few more words, but he was worried about Mo Qingyu's reaction when he mentioned that person in front of the other party in the past. Totally say it.

But even if he didn't say anything, Mo Qingyu knew what the next words would be.

"Don't worry, it's all in the past. Do you think I'm the kind of person who can't get out? He came back to participate in the awards ceremony, and I also wish him the award, but with my family Ayang here, I'm afraid he will win the award." Winning that award is not an easy task."

Although he has always disliked others interfering in his private affairs, Song Xiuping is an old friend for many years after all, and the starting point is to worry about him, so it is rare for Mo Qingyu not to have a black face, but to explain something jokingly.

Seeing that his expression was really normal, and there was even a hint of ridicule in his tone, Song Xiuping felt relieved immediately.

It seems that the other party should really come out.

Don't remind the other party. In those few years, his reaction when he heard the name Su Yuanbai caused everyone to turn pale when talking about this name. Now that Mo Qingyu has come out, it is the best.

The smile on Song Xiuping's face became a bit more relaxed, "Look at your tone, you are so optimistic about your family Ayang? You know, Ayang's background is still much worse than Su Yuanbai's." Well, to be honest, I think Su Yuanbai has a better chance of winning."

Mo Qingyu didn't care: "So what, my family's Ayang is still young, and at this age, he can sit side by side with those movie kings and queens, which fully demonstrates his strength. Even if he can't get it this time, there will be more opportunities in the future." Well, I'm not worried at all."

Seeing the doting look on his face when he talked about Wei Muyang, Song Xiuping couldn't help but feel a toothache, and immediately wanted to tease Mo Qingyu.

"Speaking of which, you have never thought about doing something? After all, if you really want to do something about the award ceremony in China..."

"My family, Ah Yang, is very arrogant. He doesn't care about these means, and insists on winning prizes with his own strength. He doesn't know why. He has been here for the past few years and has seen so many dirty things in the circle. On this point So simple."

Mo Qingyu glanced at Song Xiuping. Although he was complaining in his mouth, his eyes clearly showed deep love, "I have no choice but to do my best to maintain the fairness of this award."

These few words were simple, but Song Xiuping took a deep breath.

Speaking of it, it would be much easier to plot an actor for Wei Muyang, just take down the main committee, but to maintain the fairness of the entire award, it would cost much more.

Song Xiuping sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Old Mo, you really answered that sentence, and you are so angry that you are a beauty."

Not to mention opening up the joints, it is not an easy task to block the various forces behind the scenes.

"He deserves it."

Regarding Song Xiuping's exclamation, Mo Qingyu only said these three words lightly.

Although these three words were short, Song Xiuping was completely relieved. He suddenly leaned back on the back of the sofa, and the anxiety he had felt before coming here disappeared.

"Looking at you like this, I feel relieved. Come on, it's almost noon. Look at how worried I am about you. If you don't treat me to a good meal, how can you do me any favors?"

Seeing Song Xiuping slumped on the sofa with a relaxed face, a smile rose in Mo Qingyu's eyes.

"Okay, whatever you want to eat, just ask."

In any case, Song Xiuping's kindness was appreciated. After all, when he and Su Yuanbai separated, his violent rage was still fresh in the memory of everyone around him. Even today, in the eyes of those friends back then, Su Yuanbai was a The three words Yuanbai are also taboo, and only those who really care about him will risk his anger to remind him.

Song Xiuping, however, had a big vision, "In that case, then I want to eat Caesar's signature dish..."

Just halfway through the conversation, the phone on Mo Qingyu's desk rang.

Reaching out to press the speakerphone, a clear and pleasant female voice came in, with a bit of uncontrollable excitement in the voice.

"Mr. Mo, a Mr. Wei came to see you. He didn't have an appointment. Should I invite him in?"

Mr. Wei?

Mr. Wei who was able to come to him knew who it was without asking.

Mo Qingyu sat up straight at once, his eyes softened unconsciously, and said eagerly: "Please come in, no, tell him to wait, I will come out to pick him up."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qingyu didn't care about Song Xiuping any more, stood up and walked towards the door, and within a few steps, the door was pushed open, and Wei Muyang, who was dressed neatly, walked in.

"Qingyu."

Seeing his sweetheart at a glance, a bright smile appeared on Wei Muyang's face. Mo Qingyu took two steps forward, took the paper bag from Wei Muyang's hand, took him into his arms with the other hand, and hugged him fiercely. After a while, he said softly: "Why did you remember it today?"

Wei Muyang raised his chin towards the paper bag, "The weather is fine today, I'm in a good mood, and you're also enjoying the glory. No, I made lunch for you and brought it here. How about it, am I qualified as a lover?"

"It's more than qualified, it's a hundred points!"

What does the good weather have to do with making lunch, Mo Qingyu didn't think about it at all at this moment, he looked at Wei Muyang's smiling face, his heart was filled with tenderness, and he kissed Wei Muyang on the cheek.

"If you have a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?"

Leaving Wei Muyang's face, Mo Qingyu said something in a low voice.

"Bah, who is the wife?" Wei Muyang retorted habitually, trying to push away the embrace of the other party with his hands, but his heart was filled with a strong sense of happiness. happy smile.

There is nothing more satisfying than being valued by your lover for your own dedication.

But Mo Qingyu didn't let him go, still hugging him to his chest, "Oh, even today, could it be that Ah Yang still doesn't want to be my man? It seems that I am not working hard enough as a husband? Why don't I talk more at night? Work harder, or if you feed Ah Yang enough, you will despise me and don't want me anymore, what should you do?"

Although in private, Wei Muyang has gotten used to Mo Qingyu's various scoundrels who have lost the appearance of the domineering president, but at the moment his face is still a little hot, especially when he hears Song Xiuping's voice next to him, this embarrassment can't help but rise to the new level. the height of.

"Let me tell you, although I'm not an outsider, and I know that you two have deep feelings for each other, you two can't perform a romantic drama directly in front of me, right?" Song Xiuping said with a helpless voice, "Although I, the president of an entertainment company, look I have done countless romantic dramas, but I have to say, Mr. Mo, congratulations, this scene is really sweet."

When his voice reached his ears, Wei Muyang couldn't help but froze.

As soon as he entered the door, Mo Qingyu attracted all of his attention, and he didn't realize that there were other people in the room.

"Mr. Song."

Regardless of the burning on his face, Wei Muyang turned his head to squeeze out a smile, and at the same time tried his best to break free from Mo Qingyu's arms. After all, Song Xiuping was still his boss in name, although this boss was full of water, But it didn't stop him from blushing at this moment.

"Don't pay attention to him, he's going to leave, just say hello, don't take it too seriously." Mo Qingyu didn't even look at Song Xiuping, and wrapped his big hand around Wei Muyang's waist Go up, embrace the person and walk to the sofa.

Faced with this kind of scene, what else can I say besides feeling that I am redundant?

Song Xiuping rolled his eyes and glanced at Mo Qingyu. The other party had obviously forgotten the lunch he promised just now, so he stood up resignedly, "Forget it, you guys have lunch, I'm leaving."

His deserted exit did not arouse Mo Qingyu's sympathy at all.

The other party didn't look at him at all, just waved his hand casually in his direction, and said casually, "Go well, remember to close the door for me when you go out."

There was even a sense of impatience in his tone, Song Xiuping immediately became angry, but Wei Muyang raised his head and squeezed out an apologetic smile at Mo Qingyu with one arm around his waist.

Forget it, it's not the first day I know him, so I don't look at the monk's face to look at the Buddha's face. Anyway, Wei Muyang is still polite.

Gritting his teeth, Song Xiuping exited the office resentfully, leaving the space for the couple who are you and me.

The moment the door closed, Mo Qingyu's voice could still be heard.

"How did you get this spare rib, and how did it taste so tender? It's just like you."

Song Xiuping couldn't help but rolled his eyes again. At this moment, he deeply doubted whether the Mo Qingyu inside was still a friend he had known for so many years.