The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Muyun let go of her psychological burden and fell asleep in the room until she was woken up by a phone call.

He opened his eyes and saw that the sun was already setting outside, and he fell asleep until it was almost night.

But this is also normal. When filming, the day and night are reversed, and the work and rest are irregular. People can lose a few pounds.

To be honest, if it weren't for the need for scumbags to fix the progress bar, Cheng Muyun didn't have the heart to raise the little beauty during this time.

The filming stage is complete, but there is still a lot of post-production and publicity work. People can be so busy that they are bald. Who has the mood to worry about those romantic things.

Cheng Muyun sighed and said, "So I said your setting is really unreasonable."

System: "Hurry up and answer the phone."

Cheng Muyun touched the phone and answered it at the last second when the phone hung up.

Sure enough, it was Wei Yichen's call.

"Muyun, are you... are you coming back for dinner today?"

The tone was gentle, and he didn't seem to care about the series of things that happened in the past two days.

"Ok?"

Cheng Muyun responded, her voice was hoarse because she just woke up.

Wei Yichen over there suddenly stopped, and continued after a while: "I've finished cooking, when are you coming back?"

Cheng Muyun: "Oh, I'm at home now, this time will not pass."

"Ok."

Wei Yichen hung up the phone in frustration.

Cheng Muyun yawned and lost sleepiness, and was going to go down to eat something.

The system suddenly went online, prompting: "The progress bar has increased by 2%."

Cheng Muyun was stunned for a moment, "Why does the progress bar go up when I answer a call?"

System explanation: "From the code point of view, it should be because your scumbag character design is more complete and full."

Cheng Muyun: "..." He hugged Han Chuxu in front of Wei Yichen before, and the progress bar didn't even move, why would he be a scumbag when he answered the phone.

He couldn't figure out what kind of logic this was.

Ask if you don't understand.

The system thoughtfully replied: "That's right, this is the classic routine of Slag Gong. If you don't go home for dinner, let the protagonist Shou prepare a large table of dishes and wait for him until dawn alone. Well, it should be warmed up a few times, and then sadly put the cold Discard the vegetables."

Cheng Muyun: "..., he didn't ask me before cooking, why did he just assume that I'm going back to eat?"

System: "It doesn't matter, anyway, if you don't go back to eat, you're scum."

"Then if you get into a car accident and break your leg, you won't be able to go back."

"That's scum, too."

"Okay." Cheng Muyun gave the classic reason again, "Anyway, men can have children, so what's the big deal."

When Cheng Muyun went downstairs, the dishes were already warm on the table.

It's not surprising that Han Chuxu didn't come back.He is very busy with work, and it is a daily routine not to go home.

Besides, at this moment, Cheng Muyun didn't really want to eat at the same table with him.

After a boring meal, Cheng Muyun felt a little tasteless, and sighed: "Speaking of which, Wei Yichen's craftsmanship is still good, why don't I ask someone to pack the table dishes?"

The system almost screamed, "What are you thinking! The image of scumbag, the image of scumbag."

"Don't worry, I can say that I packed it up and ate it with my new lover. Isn't that even worse? There's no need to waste food."

The more Cheng Muyun thought about it, the more she felt it made sense, so she said directly to the butler, "Uncle Zheng, please find someone to go to Wei Yichen's place, um, just say I want to pack dinner for tonight."

He paused, "But don't tell Wei Yichen that I'm here, anyway, if he asks, he says it's inconvenient to disclose."

After making arrangements.

Cheng Muyun went upstairs contentedly. Anyway, she is now in confinement, so she is justifiably salty.

The housekeeper, Uncle Zheng, saw his figure disappear at the end of the stairs, hesitated for a moment, and took out his mobile phone.

"Hey, Mr. Han, it's like this. After Young Master Mu Yun picked it up today, he stayed in the room and didn't come out."

"Hmm, I don't know. I knocked on the door once, but he didn't answer. Well, there was nothing unusual during the meal. By the way, he..."

When he said this, Uncle Zheng hesitated, "Master Mu Yun asked me to go to Mr. Wei's to pack some food."

After a long time, Han Chuxu's voice came from the microphone.

"Let him go."

***

Here Cheng Muyun, after returning to the room, went to the study room out of boredom.

The study is connected to the bedroom with a door.

Once opened, the layout inside is the same as it was a few years ago.

There were even some certificates of awards that Cheng Muyun had won in the glass cabinet.

His grades were not good since he was a child, but he has a wide range of interests, such as painting, photography, music, and playing a little bit of everything.

Not proficient, but the kind that can win prizes in amateur competitions.

After taking the college entrance examination, Han Chuxu suggested that he choose the directing department of the Film Academy by referring to his wide-ranging interests and knowing a little bit about everything.

It has to be said that Han Chuxu did understand Cheng Muyun, and chose the most suitable route for him.

During college, the micro-movies made by Cheng Muyun became an instant hit, and won many awards before graduating from college.

The first film, a literary film with a small investment, won the best director award again, and it has been a smooth journey since then.Cheng Muyun looked at the certificates and trophies one by one, with a look of nostalgia in his eyes.

In the last section of the glass cabinet, there are all kinds of photos.

He stopped and his eyes fell on a group photo.

The photos are ordinary, without any artistry, just the most common family photos.

The person inside was a child about eleven or twelve years old, and a handsome fair-skinned young man.

Cheng Muyun opened the glass cabinet and took out the photos.

He turned around and sat down at the desk, only this kind of photo was placed in front of him.

The system looked at it for a while and asked, "Is this kid supposed to be you? Who is this next to you?"

"You're stupid, of course it's Han Chuxu."

"What!" The system was shocked, "No, why did he look like this when he was young? It's completely different from now? What's the matter with this height?"

In fact, it's no wonder that the system is so stupid. The 20-year-old Han Chuxu and the 33-year-old Mr. Han are completely different people.

Even the height seems to be different. Judging from the photos, Han Chuxu should be around 1.8 meters tall at this time.

The 33-year-old Han Chuxu is almost 1.9 meters tall.

Cheng Muyun heard the system's doubts, and said casually: "It's not surprising that some people can still grow taller at the age of 20."

"Then what's the matter with this appearance and temperament?"

In fact, if you look carefully, you can still see that the facial features are similar, but the temperament is completely different.

Cheng Muyun smiled, "Temperament is always related to experience, otherwise I would wonder how Han Chuxu got to where he is today step by step."

The original Han Chuxu was indeed not what he is now, and even his personality was different.He used to be a handsome and gentle character, just like the elegant son of a family.

However, this kind of character is not suitable for the Han family's fights.Cheng Muyun's father died because of this.

After that, Cheng Muyun almost had an accident. After he was discharged from the hospital, the Han Chuxu he saw again was different.

Cheng Muyun sighed, and said, "To tell you the truth, I've shown my liking for beauties since I was a child. Uncle Han was my muse."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer and took out a slightly yellowed sketchbook inside.

After opening the cover, there are all kinds of sketches of characters inside. The only thing in common is that the characters are all Han Chuxu.

The more the system looked at it, the more it felt that something was wrong, "Speaking of which, the temperament of Han Chuxu in this period is somewhat similar to that of Wei Yichen?"

Cheng Muyun shook her head with a smile, "No, you are wrong, every little beauties I have raised before are all of this type."

The system was stunned, "No, don't you like Wei Yichen in your setting? Are you using Wei Yichen as a stand-in? Are you so scumbag?"

"What are you thinking? I don't have any other thoughts about Uncle Han. It's just a pure appreciation and understanding of beauty. Later, his temperament changed drastically, and his height skyrocketed by nearly ten centimeters. It really makes me look like the big devil tyrant he is today. It's heartbreaking."

Cheng Muyun sighed and closed the sketchbook.

"Forget it, it's all in the past, I still think about how to calm Uncle Han more realistically."

Of course, he didn't go to the study to reminisce about the past, but just wanted to get some feelings from the study, the feeling of how he used to get along with Han Chuxu.

After all, for a character like Han Chuxu's, it's better to break through from the shared memories of the past.

***

However, it took Cheng Muyun a day and a night to find the feeling of being together, but he failed to meet Han Chuxu.

A whole week has passed since he was locked up at Han's house, and Han Chuxu never came back.

Cheng Muyun called, and every time the assistant got through, he was in a meeting, even at ten o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Muyun laughed angrily on the spot, he was not a fool, of course he could see that Han Chuxu was avoiding him.

Han Chuxu was also quite divisive. When he was locked up in the Han family, he looked like a dictatorial tyrant, but then he was so cowardly that he avoided seeing him.

At this time, Cheng Muyun was sitting in the living room, crossing his arms and frowning, "Uncle Zheng, I have to contact Uncle Han today, and I have to go out to confirm the post-production work of the film."

He just wanted to find an excuse to let Han Chuxu show up.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Zheng smiled and said: "The car has been arranged, wait at the door, you can go out, Master Mu Yun."

Cheng Muyun was stunned for a moment, "This is, why don't I go into confinement?"

Uncle Zheng's attitude was natural, he didn't mention the confinement, but said: "It's not peaceful outside recently, Mr. Han sent someone to protect you, go home on time after work."

Cheng Muyun got up angrily, kicked the sofa, and said angrily: "He is a tyrant! After all these years, he is still like this."

He turned around, made an international friendly gesture to the surveillance camera in the corner of the living room, and then turned and went out.

On the top floor of a certain building in the city center, Han Chuxu was in a meeting, but his eyes fell on his phone.

On the screen of the mobile phone is the monitoring screen.

Seeing Cheng Muyun suddenly look up, Han Chuxu subconsciously looked away, feeling a little guilty.He quickly realized that Cheng Muyun couldn't see himself.

When he looked back, he happened to see the angry middle finger.

Han Chuxu frowned slightly, and knocked on the table with a pensive look on his face.

This time, Cheng Muyun seemed to be really angry, how should I coax her?By the way, it will be his birthday in a few days, why don't you buy him an island?

He was frowning and thinking about his troubles, but the voice of the department manager standing above was getting smaller and smaller. He only thought that there was something wrong with his plan, which made Mr. Han, who had always been expressionless, show such a contemplative expression.

OK, so scary.

Go back and hold a meeting quickly to discuss whether this plan can be improved.