The actor who turned black and overlord is sweet and flirtatious

Xia Xingchen's bulging mouth stopped, and after swallowing the pancakes hard, he asked in a low voice, "Mr. Jiang, what's the matter?"

Jiang Mo took off his sunglasses, looked at Xia Xingchen's upturned feet, and said in a deep voice, "I received the check you sent. I accidentally forgot it in my pocket."

"I know." Xia Xingchen raised his head and drank the last bottle of mineral water, and carefully supported the chair next to him to stand up, "Boss Jiang, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first."

Jiang Mo looked at Xia Xingchen's feet again, frowned and called him: "Where are my clothes, I want them now."

Xia Xingchen was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes and teased, "If I remember correctly, you told me last time, Mr. Jiang, to let me throw away the clothes. You are a nobleman who forgets things..."

Seeing Jiang Mo's face getting colder and colder, Xia Xingchen's voice became smaller and smaller, "Your clothes are in my house, I didn't throw them away."

"Well, let's get it at your house now." Jiang Mo raised his hand and looked at the time: "That dress has important uses for me, so I have to take it away quickly."

"Okay." Xia Xingchen stood there blankly looking at Jiang Mo, blinking.

"What are you doing in a daze? Do you want to run home?" Jiang Mo frowned impatiently, urging Xia Xingchen to get in the car quickly.

"Okay." Xia Xingchen limped to the side of the car, hesitated for a while, and gestured to open the rear door.

"You think I'm the driver? Come to the co-pilot." Jiang Mo felt a little irritable, and lit a cigarette casually.

Xia Xingchen got down from the back seat like a snail, slowly moved to the back of the co-pilot, and said softly, "Boss Jiang, it's time to start. It's best not to smoke while driving."

Jiang Mo glanced at him coldly, looked at Xia Xingchen's grinning face, and obediently threw the cigarette into the ashtray.

According to Xia Xingchen's directions, the two soon stopped at a dilapidated residential building.

Looking at the dilapidated scene in front of him, Xia Xingchen said shyly, "The environment here is a bit poor, you wait for me here, and I'll go upstairs to get you clothes."

"Which floor is your house on?"

"Fourth floor."

Jiang Mo nodded: "I'd better go up with you, your limping appearance is wasting my time."

Xia Xingchen was a little embarrassed: "But my house is very messy, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

"It's okay." Jiang Mo casually took off his suit jacket and put it here. His outfit and sports car were obviously out of place here, and attracted many people's attention.

Xia Xingchen walked very slowly due to his foot injury. Jiang Mo didn't say much, but kept following behind him, walking slowly.

Opening the door, Xia Xingchen limped towards the balcony, folded the washed clothes neatly in a bag and handed them to Jiang Mo.

"My legs and feet are inconvenient, so I won't see you off."

Jiang Mo put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked around in a calm manner, and said in a deep voice, "How long have you lived here?"

"It's been a long time. I've lived here since I came back to China." Xia Xingchen scratched his ears, seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, he asked, "Are you thirsty? I'll get you a glass of water."

"No, I'll go right away."

A painting on the wall of the living room attracted Jiang Mo's attention. He walked up to him with mixed emotions in his eyes: "Why do you still keep it?"

Xia Xingchen smiled heartlessly: "Ornaments."

The sunflower in the painting was drawn by Jiang Mo when he was in high school...

"Brother Jiang Mo, can I go in?"

The small attic of Xia's house is Jiang Mo's room, which is well lit and spacious.Jiang Mo likes to draw and paint. Apart from helping Jiang's father with some work on weekends, he spends most of his time in his room drawing and painting.

Looking at the round head at the door, Jiang Mo put down his brush and whispered, "This is your home, come in if you want."

"No, this is your home too." Holding the washed fruit in her arms, Xia Xingchen cautiously approached Jiang Mo, "Brother Jiang Mo, do you want strawberries or cherries?"

Seeing that Jiang Mo was silent and did not speak, Xia Xingchen simply said to himself, "Then I'll give you strawberries."

As he spoke, he handed a strawberry to Jiang Mo's mouth, his baby-fat face was a little nervous, and the tip of his small nose was beaded with sweat.

Jiang Mo glanced at him, then slowly opened his mouth, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xia Xingchen boldly leaned his head on Jiang Mo's shoulder, and praised: "Brother Jiang Mo, your paintings are so beautiful."

"Lan Jinchen is here, don't you want to play with him?" Jiang Mo casually mentioned this, picked up the brush and continued to paint.

"I don't want to play with him, I just want to be with you." Xia Xingchen muttered a few words, watching Jiang Mo's painting seriously, not bored at all.

Jiang Mo slightly raised his lips, and said softly, "Then be quiet."

"Got it!" Xia Xingchen made an OK gesture.

In the end, Jiang Mo finished the painting, and gave it to Xia Xingchen under his soft and tough pampering.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first." Jiang Mo withdrew his thoughts, holding the clothes in his hand, and stared at Xia Xingchen's feet again.

Xia Xingchen sensed Jiang Mo's gaze and said with a smile, "I'm fine. I accidentally got hit by a camera while filming a commercial. I think it will be fine with an ice pack."

"You don't have to tell me, I don't care." Jiang Mo glanced at him coldly and left quickly.

"I don't care~" Xia Xingchen pouted and imitated Jiang Mo's accent, took out an ice pack from the refrigerator and applied it to his swollen feet.

Jiang Mo drove past a pharmacy and parked outside for a long time, until he was urged by many people honking their horns before driving away.

A few days later, after Xia Xingchen's foot injury was almost healed, he received a notice from the company that there was a change in the top management and the contract needed to be re-signed.

Thinking that he has no resources in the company for a few years, Xia Xingchen is not worried, it doesn't matter who is the boss.

Outside the shabby meeting room of the company, a bunch of unpopular starlets were there worrying about their future.

Xia Xingchen leaned against the wall leisurely, thinking about going to the film and television city in the next few days, and playing tricks.

At this time, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor in the distance. Xia Xingchen turned his head and saw the person coming, which surprised him.

"Why is Jiang Mo here?"

Seeing Xia Xingchen's surprised expression, Jiang Mo said slowly, "What a coincidence, I can meet you anywhere."

Xia Xingchen retorted: "Boss Jiang is a busy person who is quite free, you are everywhere."

"Mr. Jiang, you are finally here." Xia Xingchen's boss ran over obsequiously, and introduced to the big guy: "This is Mr. Jiang, and he will be your new boss from now on."

The other celebrities showed smiles after hearing this, and greeted Jiang Mo enthusiastically.

Xia Xingchen, on the other hand, ran into the meeting room immediately after hearing the news. After a while, he was brought over a glass of water: "Boss Jiang, are you tired? Drink some water."

Jiang Mo gave Xia Xingchen a meaningful look, and said lightly, "The desire to survive is quite strong."