The pan male god pans behind Bai Yueguang's younger brother

Dong Yuwan quickly finished the last stroke on the digital screen, pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses with the pressure-sensitive pen between her slender and slender fingers, and teased with a smile: "Yo——I still remember your little brother!"

"Ms. Dong, don't digress."

Just by listening to the voice, you can imagine Mr. Jiang's expressionless face.

Dong Yuwan's graceful eyes like autumn water bent into two crescent moons, and said with a smile: "I don't think about your little brother, can you think of your Auntie Ming?"

"..."

Dong Yuwan tapped the screen with the tip of her pen, colored the little fox demon she had just drawn, and smiled lightly: "Speak."

"Ms. Dong, I dare not speak."

Yes, Mr. Jiang wants to fry his hair.

Dong Yuwan didn't want to experience the power of Mr. Jiang's mouth, so she had to regretfully give up the fun of teasing Mr. Jiang for the time being, and coaxed gently: "Okay, okay, you don't need to open your mouth. Let me tell you, I just talked to you, Aunt Ming, this morning. I made an appointment to go to the concert together, if you have anything to say to your little brother, just say, if you want your little brother's contact information, you can!"

"You don't have to, just tell me the name of the little brother you can't remember!"

Dong Yuwan tilted her head and thought for a while, then said: "I don't remember clearly, but your Auntie Ming is here to attend the little brother's concert, so I'll ask her when I see you tomorrow?"

"no need."

Dong Yuwan raised her eyebrows: "Zai Zai, you are not in a good mood! Why did you suddenly think of your little brother again today?"

I can't get emotional.

Jiang Chen stared expressionlessly at the two photos that he had enlarged on the screen - the picture of tomorrow's life on the left, and the life picture of Fu Mingyi on the right.

He can't say that Hao is not similar, only that he is exactly the same.

Aunt Ming even asked his mother to attend the concert of her younger brother...

What is this called!

It's outrageous fucking open the door to outrageous, outrageous home.

Jiang Chen asked in a muffled voice, "How many sons does Aunt Ming have?"

"both."

Sure enough, there are two!

He is begging for a hammer!

Jiang Chen looked hopeless, and asked unwillingly, "Which one is she always bringing to find Professor Liu?"

"The twins look like they were carved out of the same mold. Who can tell the difference? It should be the elder brother. I heard that your aunt Ming said that your elder brother is not in good health. You asked Professor Liu to make a tailor-made extension. Your aunt Ming often Take him to Professor Liu for a review."

"……"should?Can't tell?

Sigh!This is outrageous and unreliable hand in hand ah. "Do you know the names of Aunt Ming's two sons?"

"Yo! You said you didn't miss your little brother..."

"Ms. Dong..." Jiang Chen interrupted his mother's teasing, and said expressionlessly, "I just asked casually."

"Okay, okay, just ask casually. Auntie Ming's two sons, one is called Mingming and the other is Mingyi. Speaking of which, Mingyi is also in your circle. Have you met him?"

"No." Jiang Chen stared at Fu Mingyi's life picture, and said nonsense expressionlessly, "Fu Yingdi is a top-notch in the circle, how can a trainee like me who hasn't made his debut be seen?"

"Oh—mother knows."

Jiang Chen suddenly felt bad: "Ms. Dong, what are you doing?"

"Do your Doraemon again!"

"Could have……"

"Beep-beep-beep..."

"No need." Jiang Chen spit out the two words that he didn't have time to finish with a blank face, and quickly sent a WeChat message to his mother, Mr. Shang.

Jiang Chen: My lord, please let me grow wildly.

Ms. Dong: Good boy, mom is not such an irresponsible person!

Jiang Chen: ...

Jiang Chen: You really don't have to be so "responsible"

Ms. Dong: How can I do that?You know mom loves cubs the most!

The pill, even used two "it" in a row.

Jiang Chen lay down on the hospital bed, staring at Tomorrow and Fu Mingyi on the screen for a moment, then disconnected the connection between the mobile phone and the TV.

Tomorrow, Fu Mingyi, tomorrow, Fu Mingyi...

Jiang Chen was covering his face with a pillow, pulling tomorrow's and Fu Mingyi's faces like flower petals in his mind, but before he could find a result, he heard someone push the door open.

do not care.

Fu Mingyi has left behind to come to the hospital tomorrow to accompany him. He decided to firmly believe in his IQ. That little brother back then was Fu Mingyi, and he would not accept rebuttals!

Jiang Chen adjusted his expression, removed the pillow covering his face, and looked towards the door...

What a fucking pain in the face!

"Brother Zuo."

Zuo Ming looked at Jiang Chen with dark eyes for a moment, put the bouquet in his hand on Jiang Chen's bedside, and sat on the edge of the bed: "I just heard Huo Dapao say that your leg is broken, how did you fix it?"

How did you fix it?

Fu Mingyi only educated him blindly, but never explained to him how he made it up with the outside world.

Jiang Chen glanced at the bouquet by the bed.

Among the pink carnations, a Marguerite looks particularly out of place.

Jiang Chen fiddled with his mobile phone, searched for Margaret's flower language, and said nonsense: "I fell on a motorcycle."

Who believes?

Zuo Ming raised his hand to poke the plaster cast on Jiang Chen's leg, and changed the subject politely: "Are you still filming?"

Jiang Chen flicked the phone seriously with downcast eyes, nodded: "Take a picture."

Zuo Ming took the opportunity to trace Jiang Chen's eyebrows and eyes carefully with his eyes, but he couldn't see his expected expression, so he couldn't help being a little absent-minded: "Okay."

The language of flowers has been found.

He knew those few words separately, but when put together, they turned into a fucking absurdity.

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and looked at Zuo Ming expressionlessly. Just as he was about to cut off the peach blossoms, Zuo Ming's slender fingertips reached his neckline.

Jiang Chen's face turned cold, and he raised his hand to grab Zuo Ming's wrist.

Zuo Ming raised the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, and said in a low voice, "Cooperate with the crew's hype mission."

Jiang Chen was dubious and turned to look at the door.

Sure enough, I saw the crew's camera holding up the camera to take pictures of them.

It's fucking outrageous!

Jiang Chen pulled away Zuo Ming's hand that helped him straighten his collar, and rolled his eyes angrily: "What is Huo Dapao doing? Ruan Lingling is not looking for the crew to hype, but a trainee who has never debuted like me. Is there a pit?"

Zuo Ming withdrew his hand calmly, stroking his fingertips without any trace, and said in a calm voice: "In the age of masculinity, Huo Dapao must keep up with the trend."

Jiang Chen was dubious.

I was a little suspicious of Zuo Ming's real motive for this trip. After all, Margaret's flirtatious language was too blatant, and it was hard for him not to be wrong.

However, Zuo Ming didn't do anything out of the ordinary except help him straighten his collar.

Moreover, before Zuo Ming left, the two of them parachuted into the tail of the most searched crane, which proved Zuo Ming's words—it was indeed the crew's hype.

It was the direction of the hype that Jiang Chen couldn't help but want to turn on the mic.

Fu Mingyi listened to the report on the phone.

Taking a sideways look at Fu Mingming, who was smiling like an old vixen, he turned on his computer and logged on to Weibo, intending to take a look at what kind of monster Fu Mingming had made, which made the special assistant he hired back with a high salary not calm down.

However, when he opened the trending search list, the first thing he saw was not the #木明复明意思想恋爱#, but the string of #左明江晨恋情感见# at the bottom of the screen, #左明解医秘密男人#, #左明Marguerite#...

What is this called!

He lives in the hot one, he is at the bottom of the list, both friends with benefits are in love?

A little brat!Really fucking can do it!

Fu Mingyi took a bite of a cigarette, glanced at Fu Mingming who was spread out on the sofa, resisted not lighting it, picked up the car keys and walked out: "The meal is ready, you can eat by yourself, I have something to go first."

Fu Mingmin stared at the computer screen on the wall with squinting eyes, and kept his attention on the bottom of the hot search list without distraction. Fu Mingyi only left after reading these entries.

Zuo Ming, Jiang Chen, the suspects are locked!

Fu tomorrow picked up his phone and sent Fu Mingyi a WeChat message.

T: Dear brother, I have caught your naked prince.

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