Provoking his ex-uncle in Survival Variety Show

Hearing Jian Xingce's answer, Jiang Cheng was speechless for a while, and the heat that had finally disappeared on his face returned slowly.

He curled his lips, and only had three points of credibility for Jian Xingce's words.

Jian Xingce saw a bit of embarrassment in Jiang Cheng's eyes, so he stopped teasing him.

Leaving aside the conversation between the two in the glass conservatory, he took a serious look at Jiangcheng, with surprise and amazement in his eyes.

"You are dressed very differently today." He said to Jiang Cheng.

Most of Jiangcheng in his impression is dressed in simple outdoor off-road equipment, usually as dirty as a kitten—of course, he is the same, no one can keep it clean and tidy in that environment, and it’s not like traveling of.

Or that time, he bumped into Jiang Cheng who was almost sprinkled with iced Americano in the afternoon tea shop.

He still remembered that Jiang Cheng was wearing simple and casual private clothes that day, white T and denim, and a thin windbreaker jacket, like an ordinary but exceptionally good-looking boy next door. He could imagine that Jiang Cheng should be everyone's mouth since he was a child. "Other people's children".

But today's Jiangcheng is completely different.

Jiang Cheng, who was wearing a dress specially customized by SevenTimes, had a unique temperament that no one else could copy.

Or to put it another way, it should be said that Jiang Cheng's traits were greatly magnified because of this dress.

It is as tall and slender as a bamboo, and as gorgeous as a rooted rose.

Jian Xingce noticed that Jiang Cheng was wearing a little makeup today, and his facial features, which were usually good-looking enough, were even more refined because of the light makeup on the eyes.

If I had to describe it, it would probably be a clean and handsome man with socialist core values, and at the same time a beauty that is so delicate that it is a work of art.

Under the lake on a moonlit night, in his secret base, on the field of flowers he planted, the youths in uniforms are enough to amaze anyone.

Jian Xingce couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, it was a bit like the novel he confiscated.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows in wonder, and looked down at himself, "Aren't you used to me dressed like this?"

"It's not bad, it's very good-looking." Jian Xingce said, and he explained with a smile, "I just remembered that when I was an instructor, several novel books were confiscated. This situation and occasion are a bit like those in novels."

Jiang Cheng wanted to twitch his mouth when he heard it. It’s not that they are the instructors who confiscate novels, but it’s true that these bastards have nothing to do in the training camp and can’t play with their mobile phones. They will secretly read with such illegal things. To several dormitories circulated.

"I suggest you watch less in the future." Jiang Cheng said sincerely.

He even caught people who read little yellow texts, in all categories, which is simply too much. ——Of course, this kind of person has been punished. If he is so passionate, he can run twenty or thirty laps in the middle of the night, and he will calm down.

When Jian Xingce heard the words, he immediately put aside the relationship: "I just flipped through it and didn't look at it."

"How is your injury?" Jiang Cheng changed the subject, looking at Jian Xingce's arm.

It has been nearly a week since the end of the last program recording, and it can be seen that Jian Xingce's wound has been bandaged with a simple and not cumbersome wound dressing.

Hearing the words, Jian Xingce lowered his head and glanced at the exposed forearm, and replied, "It's not in the way."

"My old man has been saying for the past two days that he needs to find a chance to thank you." He looked at Jiang Cheng and smiled, "I have been locked up by the old man for rest during this period, and I didn't say thank you properly."

"There's no need to be so formal, anyone would do it in that situation." Jiang Cheng said, thinking about the situation that day, he paused slightly, and felt a little guilty again.

——I hope Captain Jian was so dazed at that moment that he forgot about being stunned by himself.

"But you are more careful." Jian Xingce said, looking at Jiang Cheng, "I don't know why, but the back of my neck hurts a lot after I woke up that day. Do you know why?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

I'm coming! !

"Did you have a stiff neck?" Jiang Cheng looked at Jian Xingce sincerely, with a look of self-blame, "I didn't pay attention, if only I could give you a cushion."

After he finished speaking, he coughed lightly again, and sniffed slightly: "The evening wind here is a bit cold, and I just have a cold..."

Jian Xingce frowned when he heard the words, and said, "Then go back to Muxieli first."

"Hmm." Jiang Cheng responded, looked at Jian Xingce again, showed a shy smile, and pointed to the other side of the glass room, "Captain Jian, why don't you go and have a look over there, I don't know if they... Is there a baby yet?"

Jian Xingce: "..."

He took a breath, nodded slightly stiffly, and strode towards the glass room.

Jiang Cheng looked at Jian Xingce's back and silently gave himself a thumbs up.

What a little white flower.Jiang Cheng felt that his performance was very good.

"They're gone." Not long after, Jian Xingce turned back, and there was an extra coat in his hand, with some grass clippings on it, probably thrown on the lawn somewhere just now.

He put his coat on Jiang Cheng: "Let's go, don't you have another coat?"

Jiang Cheng squeezed the collar of his jacket, a little embarrassed: "It's not so cold... you take this jacket back?"

"Wrap it well. If you just have a cold, wear more. What kind of demeanor do you need?" Jian Xingce frowned, and he couldn't refuse Jiang Cheng's neckline. Fortunately, he wore a high collar inside, otherwise he would catch a cold even more. .

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to accept it, and then heard Jian Xingce ask: "How do you go back after the dinner? The manager is here to pick you up?"

"I'll go back by myself," Jiang Cheng said.

Jian Xingce raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. Although he didn't know much about the entertainment industry, at least his nephew was in this industry. He retired from the army and stayed at home during this period. Seeing his manager or life assistant staying close at every step, it's almost like treating Jian Sui like an older giant baby.

Arriving here in Jiangcheng, leaving such a dinner party without even arranging a driver?

Jiang Cheng explained: "It's broken, and the contract expires in a few days, so he won't waste these resources on me."

"You can think about it." Jian Xingce glanced at him, "Well then, I'll take you back later."

"No need." Jiang Cheng was taken aback, and quickly refused.

"You still want to catch a cold? In two weeks, you will continue to record and join the group. If you continue to catch a cold, can your physical fitness return to the best condition?" Jian Xingce asked him retortly.

Jiang Cheng paused, although he wanted to say that he was not so weak, but when he thought about his physical condition, he really couldn't boast.

"Then trouble Team Jane." Jiang Cheng nodded, looking extraordinarily obedient and well-behaved.

When they went out, the audience was almost gone. The reporters who were staying outside had just sent Jiang Mu and Jiang Jin away. They had completed today's KPI and were ready to call it a day in twos and threes.

"This year, only Jiang's mother and daughter came to Jiang's family. It seems that they have never met the protagonist of Jiang's family." A reporter chatted and asked curiously.

"That's true. It seems that I have never participated in any public large-scale media conference, right? Before, it was Mr. Jiang who presided over the overall situation, and then it was Jiang Jin."

"It's also amazing."

"No matter how miraculous it is, it's nothing more than the one from the Jian family. It's okay to disappear in public. When he was not discharged from the army a few years ago, it was reported every year that he died in the line of duty. Mr. Jane was so angry that he bought out several newspapers and closed them. , Now that he has retired from the army, I heard that he will come out to inherit the family business, but no one has squatted down to his true face in Mount Lu today."

"What does the Jian family do? It's not that dangerous to join the army, right? It's said that he died in the line of duty every three days? This is too vicious."

"Who knows, I know that he has joined the army as a soldier, but in this peaceful age, there is no danger, haha, so this kind of rumor of dying in the line of duty is fine. If you want me to say, Mr. Jane can't be so angry. Who can Let his precious son really go to a dangerous place on the front line?"

"That's right, the young master who was pampered by a wealthy family, even if he enlists in the army on a whim, he won't be able to suffer, let alone go to the front line."

"That's it."

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes when he heard those people's chanting, a little wanting to laugh but also feeling mocking, peaceful times?It's just that these people can't see it.

There is also the spoiled young master of the Jian family who was ridiculed by them. Although in his impression he has not heard of such a person, in his eyes, being able to enlist in the army is tough, no matter how pampered the wealthy young master enters In the barracks, it doesn't make any difference.

He once heard from one of his squad leaders that there was a rich second generation in their class, whose physical strength was usually at the bottom, which was incomparable with the recruits recruited by those sports and martial arts schools, but he was not sloppy at critical moments. The one who used the knife in the station rushed up immediately, but was seriously injured and almost died. After he came out of the military hospital, he was awarded a third-class merit. The Bailaiping living room is in the center.

Soldiers are all the same. From the moment they put on the military uniform and are awarded the title, no matter whether they are the second-generation rich or the third-generation red, whether they are poor or rich, their original background identities are all empty. They only have one identity, which is a soldier.

Jiang Cheng walked past those media outlets, and said abruptly, "Remind you, if you talk about slandering a soldier's reputation, you will be sentenced to prison. Pay attention to your words."

The media paparazzi who were squatting to pack their things were taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously looked up, only to see that Jiang Cheng had strode away.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know...it's so fucking strange, what does he care about?"

"Your mouths are stinky enough. I told you to be careful when you speak. This is Muxie. It wouldn't be a surprise even if a big man from the military and political circles came out. Fortunately, he was just a reminder."

"Forget it, forget it."

"..."

Jian Xingce walked ahead, but he did not miss Jiang Cheng's warning to those paparazzi.

There was a warm smile in his eyes. He himself didn't care what the media arranged for him in private, but he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to stand up and care so much, like a little leopard with teeth and claws.

"Get in the car." Jian Xingce said to Jiang Cheng, and opened the door of the passenger seat for him, "If you have anything to say to them, just pretend you didn't hear it."

"It needs to be tapped. They lived comfortably, and they didn't know that someone stood in front of them." Jiang Cheng pursed his lips, got into the carriage, and muttered softly.

Anyway, he is now a little star, wanting to say something.

Jian Xingce curled his lips and didn't say anything on this topic. He asked Jiang Cheng, "Where do you live?"

Jiang Cheng gave an address.

Jian Xingce took a look at the location, but it was not too far from the Muxie. No wonder he said before that he would go back by himself, and it would take only 10 minutes to walk at most.

By car, it usually takes less than 10 minutes to arrive.

But Jian Xingce was not very lucky. He vomited all the way to the red light, and it took almost 15 minutes to send Jiangcheng home.

However, Captain Jian is an old driver at any rate, with good driving skills, ignoring the tricky narrow roads of the old community, and directly sent Jiangcheng downstairs.

"Have a good rest. Next time you go to the Tengger Desert, if you don't have a good physical condition, you know what the consequences will be." Jian Xingce looked at Jiang Cheng who got out of the car, poked his head out of the car window slightly, patted the car door and called Jiang Cheng to stop .

"Tengge Desert?" Jiang Cheng opened his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and hurried back to Jian Xingce's side, leaned over Jian Xingce's car window and asked, "What's the rule this time? Is it a challenge to survive for a long time?" ?”

Jian Xingce was almost bumped into by Jiang Cheng unexpectedly, and the distance between the two of them was suddenly shortened. He could smell the men's perfume on Jiang Cheng's body.

"Captain Jane? Can you say what the rules are?" Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows in confusion, patted the car door lightly, and asked again.

Jian Xingce coughed lightly, regained his senses, and revealed something: "...this time we are looking for the aboriginal peoples living in the desert."

Jiang Cheng gave a thoughtful "hmm": "...the director's goal this time is a little more tricky than last time."

Jian Xingce, who set the goal himself, was silent for two seconds.