The actor who turned black and overlord is sweet and flirtatious

"Why... are you angry again?"

Xia Xingchen sighed softly, looking helplessly at Jiang Mo standing outside the courtyard.

Jing Xiwei was chatting with others. After seeing Jiang Mo going out, he came to Xia Xingchen and sat down. "Xingchen, there will be a fireworks show here tonight. Everyone wants to watch it together. Do you want to go?"

Xia Xingchen lightly showed his face, but a smile flashed across his face, "I'll ask Jiang Mo, if he goes too, I'll send you a WeChat message tonight."

Jing Xiwei nodded to express his understanding: "After all, it's a partner, so it's inappropriate to put him here alone."

The recording starts, and the program group issues tasks.

This task requires the guests to dig potatoes in the orchard arranged by the program group as food for noon.

A group of people hurriedly headed to the farm.

The other groups of guests have already entered the couple mode, chatting with each other while walking, with smiles on their faces, looking very sweet.

And Xia Xingchen looked at Jiang Mo with a dark face, and felt that he had a long way to go.

Jiang Mo was wearing a casual black baseball uniform today, with a pair of straight white slacks on his lower body, which made his legs more slender, completely different from the aura of suits and leather shoes in the past.

Coupled with that handsome and tragic face, that noble and glamorous look was brought into full play.

However, no one dared to strike up a conversation.The reason was that Jiang Mo's cold, icy face was too cautious.

The director's team looked at Jiang Mo in the camera and felt a headache.

The assistant director couldn't help but mutter: "Director, I'm thinking that our show doesn't owe Mr. Jiang any money, does it?"

The director shook his head and sighed helplessly.

The orchard is sunny, and the crops in the plant shed are growing gratifyingly.

The other guests squatted on the ground and tried hard to dig out the potatoes, looking for the camera with all their might, and fighting for the post-production shots for themselves.

Wu Yunchen picked up a super big potato and showed it off to Jing Xiwei, "How is it? I dug the king of potatoes."

Jing Xiwei slightly raised his eyes and smiled softly: "You are awesome."

Seeing other CPs enter sweet talk mode, while he and Jiang Mo were still standing aside and staring at each other, he decided to take the initiative.

"Brother Jiang Mo, let's dig potatoes too. I'll make sausage and mashed potatoes for you at noon."

Xia Xingchen bent his smiling eyes, took the initiative to take Jiang Mo's hand, and pulled him forward.

Jiang Mo's expression softened a little, he stared at the hands they were clasping, hummed lightly, and squatted down to dig potatoes cooperatively.

Xia Xingchen took the initiative to talk: "What else do you want for lunch? Although my cooking skills are not very good, I can learn now."

It was very hot in the plant shed, and Xia Xingchen was sweating all over after digging for a while.

Jiang Mo looked up at Xia Xingchen's sweaty cheeks, took off his gloves, took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to him: "Wipe the sweat."

The PD on the side smiled and reminded: "Boss Jiang, you two are a couple, it would be better if you wipe his sweat for him."

Jiang Mo paused, with some hesitation on his face.

Xia Xingchen narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and said softly, "Then wipe it off."

The exquisite facial features are close at hand, there is some sweat on the small and upright nose, and the fine fluff on the face is clearly visible.

Jiang Mo frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand to wipe off Xia Xingchen's sweat.

"Thank you." Xia Xingchen retracted his body and winked at Jiang Mo.

The program team breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh my God, Mrs. Moxia is finally open!"

With the small interaction of wiping sweat, Jiang Mo's expression was not as tense as before.

The two chatted without saying a word, thinking about what to do for lunch at noon.

At this time, Jing Xiwei came over with a bottle of water in his hand: "Xia Xia, take a rest when you're tired and drink your saliva."

Hearing the name "Xia Xia", Jiang Mo instantly raised his head and stared at Jing Xiwei, his mouth curled into a straight line in displeasure.

Looking at Jiang Mo's cold eyes, Jing Xiwei always felt that the potato-digging tool in the other's hand was about to cut towards him.

Xia Xingchen's eyelids twitched when he heard this address. He took the water happily, glanced at Jiang Mo secretly, and said in a low voice, "I didn't realize that you were called Xia Xia just now. Call me Xingchen from now on."

Jing Xiwei nodded gently: "Okay."

After he left, Jiang Mo fell into depression again.

Xia Xingchen was a little apprehensive, and bravely walked over: "I haven't drunk the water yet, are you thirsty? How about some water?"

Jiang Mo lowered his head and replied, "If I'm thirsty, I'll take it myself, don't worry about it."

Looking at the mineral water 50 meters away from him, Xia Xingchen unscrewed the bottle cap and took two gulps.

Two hours later, the potatoes of each group had been picked.

Then it's back to your own home to cook your lunch.

"Xingchen, do you have a lot of potatoes in your group? Do you need me to get some for you?" Jing Xiwei came over with a bag in his hand, wanting to share some for Xia Xingchen.

Before Xia Xingchen had time to speak, Jiang Mo had already picked up all the potatoes and walked forward quickly.

"No, thanks."

He ran after Jiang Mo and said, "The potatoes are too heavy, take them for a while."

Jiang Mo didn't speak, and remained silent as when he came, but his face darkened a bit.

When he got home, Jiang Mo picked up the potatoes and went straight to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves to make lunch.

Xia Xingchen came over to wash his hands and said with a smile, "Chef Jiang, if you need me to do anything, just say hello."

"No." Jiang Mo replied coldly, and began to prepare other ingredients with a sullen face.

Xia Xingchen put his hands on his sides unnaturally, and whispered, "I'm so tired this morning, let me cook for you."

"No need." Another simple word, Jiang Mo lowered his head the whole time, ignoring Xia Xingchen.

Suddenly, Xia Xingchen asked in a low voice: "You always get upset all of a sudden, and you don't tell me, which makes me very uncomfortable."

Jiang Mo's hands stopped, and he replied in a low voice, "I'm not unhappy."

Xia Xingchen glanced at Jiang Mo, sat on the sofa with his head down, staring forward in a daze.

At this time, Jing Xiwei in the next house opened the window and shouted: "Xingchen, we made potato pies, would you like to come over and get some?" Xia Xingchen looked at Jiang Mo nervously, walked to the window and shouted : "Thank you, but we have too many potatoes to finish, next time. "

"Okay." Jing Xiwei made a gesture with him and retracted his body.

At noon, a table of hot potato meals was put on the table.

The two sat opposite each other, silent.

The camera was right in front of him, and Xia Xingchen was not as energetic as he was in the morning, so he took the initiative to chat with Jiang Mo.The atmosphere was a bit cold, Jiang Mo saw that Xia Xingchen hadn't moved his chopsticks for a long time, so he pushed the sausage and mashed potatoes over, "This is delicious."

"Thank you." Xia Xingchen took a sip, still looking a little wilted.

Holding a fork, Jiang Mo hesitated and said, "I don't like people calling you that."

Xia Xingchen looked up: "Call me by my nickname?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mo frowned, with a hesitant look on his face: "You said it when you were a child, and I can only call it that."

Xia Xingchen recalled the matter of the name when he was a child, and his face was flushed with embarrassment: "Do you still remember?"

"Yeah." Jiang Mo lowered his head, half-hid the jealousy in his eyes, and returned softly.

"Okay, I can only call you from now on." Xia Xingchen picked up a piece of French fries for him, "Eat it quickly."

"Brother Jiang Mo, why are you angry again?"

After Xia Xingchen put down his schoolbag, he hurried to Jiang Mo's small attic and looked at him nervously.

Jiang Mo sat at the side with his head down, silent.

"Brother Jiang Mo, why are you unhappy, tell me."

The young Xia Xingchen was at a loss, what he was most afraid of was that Jiang Mo would ignore him.

Seeing that the other party still looked indifferent, Xia Xingchen took off his school uniform jacket, slowly leaned over and hugged Jiang Mo's waist from behind, and said aggrievedly: "You didn't wait for me after school today, I'm sorry ヾ(??▽? )ノ(?ˇ?ˇ?) Sad."

A turmoil flashed in Jiang Mo's eyes: "How did you go home?"

Xia Xingchen rolled his eyes: "Walking home."

"Lie." Jiang Mo held Xia Xingchen's hand and whispered, "Are you willing to walk home? I'm afraid you didn't take a taxi?"

Seeing that his lying was found out, Xia Xingchen moaned and said, "Anyway, I'm sad, and you ignore me."

He walked over, took the initiative to sit on Jiang Mo's lap, and put his arms around his neck, with reddish eyes.

"Actor." Jiang Mo put his arms around his waist and said in a low voice, "Why did that girl call you Xia Xia today?"

Xia Xingchen was a little confused: "Because...it sounds nice? You always call me that."

Jiang Mo squeezed Xia Xingchen's cheek with his hands, and said a little forcefully, "But I can only call you that."

Looking into the other party's dark eyes, Xia Xingchen shrank back: "Isn't it just a name? Don't worry so much, right? Jiang Mo hesitated, then picked up Xia Xingchen and threw him on the big bed.

The pure white sneakers and shoes and socks were thrown off the bed, and there were groans from them.

Xia Xingchen cried: "From now on, I can only call you Xia Xia, right?"

After dinner, Xia Xingchen told Jiang Mo about the fireworks show tonight, and Jiang Mo immediately agreed.

But when he came to the scene, Jiang Mo realized that it wasn't just the two of them, Jing Xiwei and the others were all here.

Jing Xiwei waved enthusiastically at the two of them: "Xingchen, you are here, come here quickly, the floats should start in a while." "Okay." Xia Xingchen took Jiang Mo's arm and came to the front of the army.

"It's really cold in winter in England."

Xia Xingchen rubbed his hands, looked at the light pool show not far away, couldn't help but marvel at how beautiful it was.

Seeing Xia Xingchen rubbing his hands to keep warm, Jiang Mo was about to take off his coat, but Jing Xiwei beat him to the front.

"Xingchen, put on a scarf to keep warm."

Xia Xingchen smiled awkwardly, and just as he was about to refuse, the other party had already gone to find his partner.

"He is so kind to you." Jiang Mo couldn't suppress the jealousy he had endured for a day.

He sneered, "It is said that he is the young master of the Jing Group. He came to the entertainment industry just because he was bored. He must have a future in the future. Xia Xingchen was a little puzzled: "What do you mean by that? "

Jiang Mo chuckled: "Nothing interesting, he likes you, didn't you see that?"

"He has a good family background and can be considered."

Xia Xingchen turned cold: "Jiang Mo, are you serious?"

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