Heartthrob [Transmigration Book]

If Chen Mozhen gets hurt, he is more anxious than anyone else.

He said it doesn't matter, then it is really nothing serious.

Zhao Siyuan finally didn't care about the wheel wound, looked back and forth a few times at Chen Mo, stretched out his hand to help him push the hair that fell on the side of his face behind his ears, and unconsciously sat a little closer.

A posture of wanting to whisper something.

Chen Mo tilted his head, just to avoid Zhao Siyuan's hand: "If you have something to say, don't touch it."

Zhao Siyuan paused, put down his hands as if nothing had happened, and seamlessly switched to the next topic: "Have you signed the contract? Don't think too much about it, it's just that this opportunity just happened to happen. Director Lu's film has the meaning of competing for an award. Why? It won't be bad either."

That's what he said, but Chen Mo didn't believe a single word.

This was what Mu Chiyu had argued with the boss earlier.

Zhao Siyuan accepted a starring role in a TV series with a same-sex theme, and the additional requirement was to have Chen Mo play the lead role—the kind of lead actor with an official CP.

From the perspective of the cast, the lineup is undoubtedly very luxurious. From the director to the leading role, they have all won international awards, and there are several supporting actors who are also powerful actors who have won many awards.

Only Chen Mocai couldn't fit in with them.

But Zhao Siyuan couldn't stand it anymore and was determined to lead him to praise him. The director took a fancy to Chen Mo's appearance, so he took a step back and nodded in agreement.

After Zhao Siyuan took care of all his worries, he asked someone to go to Chen Mo's company to talk.

Only fools will push away good resources from heaven.

Chen Mo may be that fool, but the boss is obviously not.

The reasons for Mu Chiyu's objection are simpler, the subject matter is sensitive, and Chen Mo is too good. Just by letting out the news, there will be a large number of actor fans who want to crazily insult Chen Mo and speculate on how many benefactors' beds he has climbed.

With so many powerful factions in the formation, even if they are black and red, Chen Mo will at most account for the "black" half.

What's more likely is that after being scolded bloody for a while, Chen Mo returned to the little transparent state that no one cares about.

It's been this way every time before.

Mu Chiyu had already despaired of Chen Mo's physique like a black hole of resources, anyway, the result was the same, so why bother to be scolded again.

But the boss has not given up on the possibility of making Chen Mo famous.

The real boss in the company is of course the boss.

Zhao Siyuan had already taken care of everything, so it would be superfluous to ask another question at this time.

Chen Mo glanced at him: "I don't have the right to make decisions about this kind of thing."

Zhao Siyuan smiled, and Chen Mo only felt that the staring eyes in front of him were even more stinging.

"This is my assistant, Xiao Shen." Zhao Siyuan finally remembered to introduce the person in front of him, "I also work as a makeup artist part-time. She has a good working attitude. When you join the team, let her follow you."

He wasn't asking for anyone's opinion, so he didn't pause for too long, and then switched to a new topic: "Tomorrow's Jiang Group's dinner, do you want to come with me? I haven't found a partner yet. "

Chen Mo didn't hesitate: "No."

Zhao Siyuan: "Second Miss Jiang's [-]th birthday, the Jiang family has invited everyone they can, many celebrities who usually don't show up often will be there, others are sharpening their heads and wanting to go in, you are not interested at all ?”

Chen Mo: "No."

He is really not interested, he has no ambition, and he has no desire to join in the fun of gossip. Compared to high-end banquets with complicated rules, he would rather sit in a roadside food stall and play love management games.

Zhao Siyuan put it another way: "What if I say that I might be able to find clues to your younger brother?"

Chen Mo's expression changed.

Zhao Siyuan raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Going?"

Chen Mo changed his words and said, "Go."

09.

Before Mu Chiyu entered, Chen Mo was sitting in the living room rubbing his ears in a daze.

He doesn't remember when he put the silver ring on his left ear, and he can't see the details clearly in the mirror, but when he reaches out to touch it, he can feel the obvious bumps on his fingertips.

Two letters, "CL" are engraved on the outside.

It seems to be an initials of a person's name, and it should be an important person.

If it is not an important person, who will put the other person's name on himself?

However, Chen Mo is so old, he has never been in a relationship, and he has no close friends - the abbreviations of Mu Chiyu and Zhao Siyuan obviously don't match.

The only special thing is that there is only a vague impression that he seems to have a younger brother.

But I can't remember his appearance or his name.

Although it took so long to find no one, Chen Mo never gave up.

"咚咚-"

Mu Chiyu knocked on the door twice before pushing it open and coming in.

With a pile of clothes and boxes in his arms, he went straight to the sofa when he entered the door. He took a breath after putting it down, picked up the water glass and poured down a large glass of water.

"I don't know who sent the clothes to the company. There are a few dresses. You can choose the one you like. If it doesn't work, I will apply to the boss to see if I can borrow two from the brand. I will go to Jiang's dinner tonight. It's so shabby."

Mu Chiyu put down the cup and emphasized before Chen Mo could speak: "Black ones are not acceptable!"

Chen Mo was visibly decadent to the naked eye.

Mu Chiyu: "..."

"You're dressed in black every day, can't you change your color? I don't know, you've been wearing mourning for several years, and you look gloomy. Can you have the vitality that young people should have? Speaking of which, why do you like it so much? Black?"

Chen Mo stared at the ceiling and continued to be in a daze: "It's convenient, even if the blood splatters on the body, it won't be seen."

Mu Chiyu shook his hand, and the cup almost fell to the ground.

Chen Mo sat up straight and finally came back to his senses. He glanced at Mu Chiyu and added, "I'm just making an analogy."

No, that's what he thought.

Mu Chiyu thought, he knew what it was like when Chen Mo changed the subject perfunctorily.

But Mu Chiyu didn't think much about it.

He stayed with Chen Mo for the longest time, almost inseparable. This person has no time or interest to engage in any frightening side jobs. He is just an ordinary starlet waiting to die.

Mu Chiyu pretended not to hear this sentence, and took a step back in compromise: "At least change the shirt to white."

Chen Mo nodded.

Just then the phone rang.

Mu Chiyu took out his cell phone from his pocket, it was an unfamiliar number, he picked it up, his expression became a little serious, but he couldn't say anything, it was all "um", "oh", "okay". Class short answer.

The call time was not long, and the opposite party hung up in about one or two minutes.

"The police called, saying that yesterday's traffic accident has been dealt with, and they called to let you know." Mu Chiyu explained to Chen Mo, "It is said that the bonus and medical expenses for your bravery will be directly transferred to your account. You don’t need to make another trip.”

Speaking of this, Mu Chiyu felt a little strange.

Generally speaking, after an accident is reported to the police, will this be the processing flow?

But this is the first time he has encountered such a thing, and there is no way to compare it.

"Forget it. Anyway, what happens next has nothing to do with us. When there are most news reports, our photos may be included. But now that there are fewer people watching the news, it shouldn't matter."

Mu Chiyu put down the phone.

Then he turned his attention to the pile of clothes, and didn't notice that Chen Mo's expression on the other side moved slightly.

Chen Mo turned on his mobile phone and entered the address and keywords of the accident to search.

Soon the news jumped out.

The time was just released today, with the sign of an official announcement.

Just like any traffic accident report in the past, the news said that the truck driver was driving tired, accidentally fell asleep when driving the car to that intersection, and accidentally stepped on the accelerator, which led to the tragedy.

Fortunately, pedestrians on the road dodged in time, and no casualties were caused.

But unfortunately, under the huge impact of the front of the truck, the truck driver died on the spot.

If it wasn't for the photos and videos below, Chen Mo would have thought this was another accident that had nothing to do with them.

The same location, the same model, the same license plate number, there are several familiar faces among the passers-by.

There is also Mu Chiyu in it.

In the video of Mu Chiyu being interrogated by the police, there is a river of blood flowing from the front of the car in the background.

The car door was intact, only a distorted face hung on the car window, one eyeball almost fell out, and the corner of the mouth was cut open by the iron sheet, dripping with blood.

It grinned at the camera, as if smiling.

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◎Beautiful and kindhearted◎

10.

Mu Chiyu sent Chen Mo near the hotel.

Chen Mo reminded him three times on the way, telling Mu Chiyu to go to bed early at night, not to play with the phone, not to watch the news, and not to think about messy things.

Mu Chiyu touched his arm, feeling goose bumps.

"Are you a little weird today? You talk so much nonsense." Mu Chiyu asked, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

Chen Mo bit the lollipop, slightly puffed his cheeks and shook his head: "No."

At first glance, Mu Chiyu was so innocent that he almost believed it.

"It's best not to." Mu Chiyu glanced at the time and decided not to argue with him, "Zhao Siyuan sent me a message to ask you to wait for him in the dressing room opposite, and he will take you in together."

Chen Mo nodded and waved to Mu Chiyu to get out of the car.

The banquet was held in a high-end hotel owned by the Jiang family. Although it hadn't started yet, people had already arrived one after another. Many of the luxury cars passing by the roadside were usually rare.

Not every guest is lucky enough to be invited to rest in a separate guest room at Jiang’s Hotel, and some of them want to appear in front of the host’s house and other guests in the best state, so those who have booked another room in the surrounding area are not few.

Chen Mo didn't ask what kind Zhao Siyuan was,