When Nancheng flowers bloom [entertainment circle]

Yu Cheng couldn't understand it a bit, he tightened the cap of the mineral water bottle, put it aside, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ming Huai frowned slightly, and lowered his jaw: "In a moment, please guide me."

Half an hour ago, Yu Cheng still had the urge to beat him up, but now, the other party put down his pretentiousness, and his tone was a little... humbly?

All of a sudden, it makes people angry.

Yu Cheng raised his eyebrows, and raised the corners of his lips: "Actually, senior's speech is not so cold, and his voice is quite nice."

After finishing speaking, Ming Huai's heart tightened, he closed the corners of his eyes, and carefully looked at the young man in front of him, the beautiful and delicate outline did not show any pretentiousness, his casual flamboyance was just right, his smile was confident and real.

Ming Huai stared blankly, and saw the gods for a moment, and the light in his eyes gradually softened.

For a moment, he thought of something, blinked his eyelashes, quickly looked away from the young man, put down his crossed legs and slowly stood up.

"Come on, teach me." Ming Huai walked towards the shooting area after speaking.

Yu Cheng shrugged indifferently, smiled thinly, and followed Ming Huai to the shooting area.

Seeing the two people approaching, Zhang Shuo shook the notebook in his hand and smiled at Ming Huai, "Brother Huai, are you done talking?"

Ming Huai didn't speak, just tapped his chin expressionlessly.

Zhang Shuo was instantly chilled, slipped his Adam's apple, and pulled Wei Cheng to ask in a low voice, "How is your chat going?"

Yu Cheng raised his eyebrows and said with a confident smile, "Look, one must pass."

Hearing Yu Cheng's words, Zhang Shuo's hanging heart fell to the ground, and he immediately called the staff to do it again.

"Come on, all the units are preparing for the second co-shoot." Zhang Shuo stared at the camera intently.

In the shooting area, Yu Cheng touched Ming Huai's left shoulder, full of emotions, his eyes blurred, and then he heard "action!"

Yu Cheng raised his jaw, looked at Ming Huai with lazy and dreamy eyes, slightly parted his lips and said, "Turn around and look at me."

As expected, Ming Huai turned to look at Yu Cheng obediently.

"Think of me as your lover, and smile lightly."

Ming Huai followed suit, elongating the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Left hand on the back of my hand."

Ming Huai did what Yu Cheng said again, with his left hand resting on the back of his hand, two shining silver rings interlaced and presented in one shot.

"Crack!" Zhang Shuo yelled happily, "Perfect, everyone rests for 10 minutes and prepares for the third co-shoot."

Hearing the sound of clicking, Yu Cheng immediately withdrew his hand and smiled: "How about it, actually making commercials is easier than making movies."

Ming Huai was still staring at Yu Cheng raptly.

"Senior?" Yu Cheng stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes, but there was no response, so he called again, "Senior?"

Ming Huai suddenly came back to his senses, consciously being rude, and immediately lowered his head.

"Senior, are you okay? Do you want me to call a doctor for you?" Yu Cheng asked.

"I'm fine, it's because the fragrance on your body is very unique." Ming Huai raised his head, his condensed face became more gentle, "Yu Cheng, don't call me senior from now on, call me Ming Huai."

"Unique? Minghuai?" Yu Cheng repeated the other party's words in surprise, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

Ming Huai gave an affirmative hum, and then went to the rest area.

The moment he turned around, Ming Huai's earlobes turned slightly red.

Looking at Ming Huai's back, Yu Cheng took a deep breath, the actor's temper is really like summer weather, completely uncertain.

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And in the president's office above the studio, Nan Ting just finished a scene of high-level reports. Now, only Nan Ting and Ling Tian are left in the office.

Ling Tian approached the South Court, half-bending his body: "In a few days it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival, the old man is looking forward to the young master's return in the old house."

Nan Ting put down the document in his hand, thought for a moment and replied: "I see."

Ling Tian hesitated for a few seconds and said, "The old man means that he wants to meet Yu Cheng."

"Why, grandpa still refuses to let go?" Nan Ting asked coldly.

"Master misunderstood." Ling Tian lowered his eyes and explained, "Since the young master went abroad, the old man has never mentioned Taicheng again."

Nan Ting narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ling Tian with sharp eyes, and said in a dull tone: "Yu Cheng didn't have any resources for half a year when he first entered Jingshang, do you dare to say that it wasn't the old man's instruction?"

"No, the young master misunderstood again." Ling Tian raised his head to defend, and then lowered his head a second later, "It's none of the old man's business, it's Ling Tian who made the decision without authorization, and Ling Tian feels wronged for the young master."

"You are so courageous, my people in Nanting dare to neglect you." Nanting's face was sullen, and his tone was slightly harsh, "If it wasn't for my phone call a year ago, would you have been planning to keep Yu Cheng in the cold?"

Facing Nan Ting's questioning, Ling Tian trembled all over, and finally replied firmly: "I belong to the young master, so naturally I think of the young master in everything."

"You!" Nan Ting closed and opened his eyes angrily.

"Master, how should I return to Master's side?" Ling Tian asked.

Nan Ting didn't answer Ling Tian's words, but remembered the incident three years ago.

Grandpa knew that Yu Cheng was living in Nan's mansion, and was going to send someone to attack Cheng. Nan Ting, who got the news, rushed to the old mansion overnight.

That night, it was raining heavily, and Nan Ting declared war to Grandpa for the first time: "If Grandpa sends someone to attack Yu Cheng, I'm sorry, everyone in Xinyue will not be idle."

"Bastard!" Grandpa was so angry that he grabbed the handle of the wheelchair tightly, "I trained you to be an excellent person in power, just so that one day you can deal with me?"

Nan Ting looked at Grandpa with irresistible eyes, and said: "Grandpa, you know, I have only one goal since the day I took over Xinyue, and I want to have a bargaining chip to compete with you, to protect Yu Cheng comprehensively."

"Master...Master?" Ling Tian suddenly interrupted Nan Ting's memories, "If you have any difficulties, then I will go and talk to Yu Cheng."

"Stop making decisions on your own." Nan Ting took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, and slowly clenched his hand supporting his chin into a fist, "Yu Cheng, he has already forgotten all of our past."

"What? Forgot?" Ling Tian screamed in disbelief, feeling a little offended, and then lowered his tone, "How did this happen? Did the doctor confirm it?"

Nan Ting nodded, and a trace of darkness flashed across the bottom of his eyes: "Drowning for too long, lack of oxygen caused problems in some functional areas of the brain, so selective amnesia."

"Then you can't choose the young master's amnesia. If it wasn't for that night two years ago, how could you go to country E, Yu Cheng..."

"Ling Tian!" Nan Ting turned his head to look directly at him, his deep voice was as cold as ice, "You have been with me for so many years, you should know what to say and what not to say!"

"I'm sorry, young master." Ling Tian quickly lowered his head. Ling Tian will never forget what happened back then, but he can only secretly complain for the young master, "I will remember it and never mention it."

"Very good, what's Yu Cheng's announcement today?"

"Shooting Frillo's advertisement, in the big studio, my partner is Ming Huai."

"Ming Huai?" Nan Ting frowned slightly, stood up and walked out, "Come with me to have a look."

The shooting in the studio downstairs is still going on, Yu Cheng and Ming Huai are shooting the third scene.

Yu Cheng put his zinged hand on Ming Huai's shoulder, and raised his eyes to stare at Ming Huai.

Ming Huai embraced Yu Cheng's waist, and slowly leaned towards Yu Cheng's lips.

Nan Ting, who had just walked into the studio, happened to witness the shooting of this scene.

"What are you shooting?" The cold voice resounded throughout the studio with suppressed anger.

"Who dares to interrupt this director..." Zhang Shuo turned his head annoyed when the ambiguous scene was interrupted. When he saw Nan Ting, who was frowning tightly, his anger dissipated in an instant, "Nan, Mr. Nan, why are you here?"

Ling Tian beside him hastily stepped forward, and said calmly, "Director Zhang, I'm taking the president to familiarize himself with Jing Shang's business, and I just came here, what are you doing?"

Zhang Shuo waved his hand to signal the units to pause first, and then replied to Ling Tian: "Boss Ling saw it, we are filming the commercial of Frillo."

Ling Tian glanced at the filming area from the corner of his eye: "I'm asking what the actors are doing?"

At this time, Ming Huai and Yu Cheng who were filming had already separated.

Zhang Shuo glanced at the filming area, a little confused, Ling Tian never cared about filming in the past, but it is rare today.

"The actor is filming the last scene, the kiss is ambiguous."

"The kiss is ambiguous?" Nan Ting emphasized his tone, sighed heavily, fixed his eyes on the filming area, with a gloomy expression, and walked over step by step, "Which commercial have you seen that has a kiss in it?"

"No, no, Mr. Nan misunderstood." Zhang Shuo was flustered by Nan Ting's low-pitched voice, and hurriedly explained, "It's not a real kiss, it just needs a process before the kiss, and the camera will finally show in the distance between the two of you." Out of zing."

Everyone held their breath, watching the new CEO walk to Yu Cheng's side, staring at Ming Huai unfriendlyly with sharp eyes.

Ming Huai let out a muffled snort, and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Nan has a lot to do every day, why is he so interested in shooting a small commercial?"

"You said that there are so many things to do every day, so Jingshang's business is not my job?" Nan Ting was not to be outdone.

Refrigerator VS ice machine, the temperature of the entire shooting area plummeted.

Standing between the two of them, Yu Cheng felt the coldness he had never felt before, and he couldn't help interrupting their gaze.

"Both of you, can we talk after the commercial is finished? I have to catch up with the next announcement in a while."

"I still have a scene to shoot, please move Mr. Nan to the rest area." Ming Huai raised his jaw, glanced across the South Court, and landed on the rest area.

Nan Ting was grinding his back teeth, and said in a low tone: "Don't challenge my patience, cherish your acting career."

"You're threatening me!" Ming Huai's icy gaze went straight into Nan Ting's eyes, "Then let the horse come over, I'll wait and see."

Nan Ting glanced at him, turned to look at Zhang Shuo, and asked, "This advertisement must be shot with arms around, right?"

Zhang Shuo was stunned for a moment, and then realized: "No, you can raise your jaw instead."

"Lift your jaw?" Nan Ting asked the other party with a sullen face and an accentuated tone.

"Yes, you can also put on shoulders." Zhang Shuo wiped the sweat from his forehead, seeing Nan Ting still staring at him like a knife, finally compromised, "You don't need any physical contact."

"Very good." After Nan Ting finished speaking, he looked at Ming Huai and snorted coldly, "Go ahead, I'll watch."