The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.80 Seven Days·[Two in One] "This is the first time I've seen Zhong Sheng panic when you go back to the Sulu Islands."

"Quite busy? I called you as soon as I saw your circle of friends come alive, but someone snatched you first." After Jiang Yiming hung up Yu Minghao's call, he immediately picked up the manager's call.

Jiang Yiming didn't answer, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"What happened to you later on the island?" Bao Qiwen cut to the chase and asked directly, "I got in touch with those people from the program group, and they were quite tight-lipped, but they all looked like idiots who had been hit. , not normal."

Jiang Yiming pressed his temples, thinking of what happened to Xue Yang and the others, he pinched his brows and said, "They probably need some time to relax."

"Then do I need to make any second-hand preparations?" Bao Qiwen asked.

Jiang Yiming pondered for a few seconds, and said: "It's okay, these people won't say it, there is no evidence for it, and no one will believe it... If someone really tells it, you should see the situation. There are hallucinogenic flowers on the island. , although it is reluctant, but it can also be guided in this direction."

"Okay." Bao Qiwen nodded and said, "Then are you okay? I heard that the situation this time is worse than last time?"

"Almost, it's just that kind of thing. Anyway, he's still alive." Jiang Yiming smiled heartlessly, and Bao Qiwen's temples on the other end of the phone twitched hard.

"Bah bah." Bao Qiwen cursed with a smile, and said, "You will go to Weibo later to report to your fans that you are safe, and tonight "Sihailu" will be broadcast tonight, so remember to post a Weibo to promote it , I will send you pictures and copywriting on WeChat later."

"Oh." Jiang Yiming replied dully, "Fans who come and go are also those people. Wouldn't it be the same if you asked the official blog support club to post one?"

Bao Qiwen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. It seems that Young Master Jiang hasn't been on Weibo yet, so he doesn't know that his Weibo has exploded.

He didn't remind him, but just reminded Jiang Yiming to go to Weibo.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yiming didn't immediately tweet. He lay down on the bed like a salted fish, with his hands on the back of his head, staring at the ceiling absently.

As early as when he was on the Sulu Islands, Yu Minghao asked him why Li Changfeng and Jia Yuekai died so simply, their eyes bleed into holes, while Zhang Xiaoduo and Su Xiaorong were completely different. It seems that the "pen fairy" can't really attack them.

Now Jiang Yiming has a vague guess in his mind—that thing once approached his ear and whispered to him, saying that he was found, that he was guilty, that he deserved to die just like those two boys.

He reckoned that the hands of the two boys may have been more or less life-threatening.

No, no, what is he guilty of?Jiang Yiming closed his eyes and let out a snort, he saved many people, where did he do it?

Jiang Yiming casually took the pillow and pressed it to his face, thinking silently in his heart that he was saving someone.

But at the same time, in the deepest part of his heart, there was another voice quietly entrenched in his mind, asking him in his ear, how many people died because of you?Where did your little follower go?Where did the dozens of people in Yonghe Town go?

Jiang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his breathing became rapid, as if no matter how hard he panted, fresh air could not be squeezed into his lungs.

Cold sweat stuck to his back tightly, and the soft home clothes he had just put on were quickly soaked in cold sweat.

He clenched his fists and wanted to sit up from the bed, but his body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he weighed a thousand catties.

Until an external force suddenly took the pillow away from his face, he stared blankly at the face that suddenly appeared in front of him, the cold facial features were like ancient Roman sculptures, like a completely different accident that appeared in his life exist.

Zhong Sheng frowned, seeing that Jiang Yiming's curly black hair on his forehead was wet and obediently stuck to his cheeks, his big warm brown eyes looked over without focus, and his heart shrank suddenly.

"What's going on?" He lowered his voice, gentle and powerful, miraculously soothing Jiang Yiming's panic and inexplicable fear.

Zhong Sheng raised his hand and stroked Jiang Yiming's wet hair, and asked, "Did you have another nightmare?"

He always knew that Jiang Yiming would have nightmares, almost every time, without exception.

Just now Jiang Yiming asked him if he was talking in his sleep, but in fact he did. He heard Jiang Yiming vaguely mentioning "Yonghe Town" in words that he couldn't understand.

He later checked Yonghe Town by himself, and it was strange to say that such an ordinary town had no duplicate name.

Only a few hundred years ago, there was a place called Yonghe Town, but it only existed a few hundred years ago. When a flood broke out, the few dozen villagers in that town disappeared.

Zhong Sheng didn't know why Jiang Yiming called the name of this village in his dream, and he didn't care about the reason.

He just couldn't see Jiang Yiming being tormented repeatedly by nightmares in his dream. He secretly kissed the corner of the child's mouth, kissed people until he was breathless, woke up in a daze, and fell asleep again in a daze. At least the nightmare was interrupted. up.

Jiang Yiming rubbed his hair, sat up on the bed, and nodded vaguely: "Nightmare, is it a routine? It's okay. Anyway, I don't remember anything when I wake up from the dream. It's okay."

Zhong Sheng looked at him silently, really don't remember?He didn't ask it out. This question made him feel as if a piece had been cut out of the other person's heart.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Jiang Yiming said suddenly.

Zhong Sheng looked over and pursed his lips slightly.

"You want to persuade me to see a psychiatrist again, don't you?" Jiang Yiming said.

It turned out to be this, Zhong Sheng heaved a sigh of relief.

He smiled helplessly and shook his head: "You have long been blacklisted in the psychiatrist profession, and no psychiatrist dares to take you."

The corner of Jiang Yiming's mouth curled up, and he pulled out a smile that made people hate and love: "No, they all love me. I let them see their own shortcomings, and their hearts are not strong enough."

Jiang Yiming went to see a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist was supposed to see the crux of his heart, but the fact was exactly the opposite every time.

Jiang Yiming pretended to ask the other party's birth date, and from the perspective of establishing a trust relationship with the patient, every psychiatrist would obediently give information, and those who didn't know the birth date would also give a birthday, and then, just It became Jiang Yiming's home field.

He can figure out the past of the other party with his mouth, and his teeth itch with hatred.

Psychiatrists go to pry into other people's privacy, but they never have the hobby of being prying into their own privacy by others.

Therefore, in the end, every psychiatrist drove Jiang Yiming out of his office and listed him as a rejected user.

This is why the Jiang family and Xia family did not take other measures.

——Everyone has nothing to do with Young Master Jiang. If Jiang Yiming is not willing to cooperate, then no one should let him do anything according to other people's ideas.

Zhong Sheng likes to see Jiang Yiming laughing so hard that people hate him. He wishes that everyone can only see the side of Young Master Jiang who deserves to be beaten, and then hide all the soft and cute sides of Young Master Jiang in front of his eyes, which belong only to him.

"Well, I believe you are the ultimate in their careers." Zhong Sheng said.

Jiang Yiming got out of bed, took a new set of pajamas from the closet, and put on a new set of pajamas. Hearing this, he smiled and bent his eyes, turning his head to look at Zhong Sheng: "Thank you."

"Is the food ready?" Jiang Yiming asked, seeing that Zhong Sheng had no intention of leaving, he sat back on the bed and raised his eyebrows in doubt, "Did I...have I slept for a long time?"

"There is another dish, without you watching from the side, there is no motivation." Zhong Sheng said, "I need an audience."

"Tsk, Sao Bao." Jiang Yiming chuckled, pretending to be reluctant, and raised his chin slightly, "Okay, the young master will be there with Princess Cinderella. Be good, let's cook."

Zhong Sheng laughed, and pulled up Young Master Jiang who was sitting on the bed, dragged him to the kitchen, and asked Young Master Jiang to sit obediently at the dining table, which was an exclusive VIP seat facing the kitchen.

"By the way, I'm planning to go to the hospital tomorrow to see Su Xiaorong." Jiang Yiming flipped through his phone, his fingers resting on the Weibo interface, and he kept an eye on Zhong Sheng's figure in the kitchen from the corner of his eye. But with an indifferent tone on his mouth, he said, "Can you spare half a day to come tomorrow? Walk with me?"

"Okay." Zhong Sheng agreed without any hesitation.

Jiang Yiming loosened his shoulders when he heard the words. To him, going to see Su Xiaorong tomorrow has a different meaning. He has questions to ask Su Xiaorong, but now he doesn't really want to face the answers to the questions alone.

Maybe it's also clear in his heart that he will have someone to accompany him now, so he doesn't want to face it alone.

After getting Zhong Sheng's affirmative answer, Jiang Yiming seemed much more relaxed.

He leaned against the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and clicked into the Weibo interface.

Bao Qiwen asked him to post a Weibo to report his safety, and by the way, he also cooperated with the promotion of "Sihailu".

Wechat has already sent him the pictures and copywriting that Bao Qiwen prepared for him, as long as he copies and pastes them and sends them.

He glanced at it, it was a single still photo of him, and then looked at the copywriting, there was a long string of words.

Jiang Yiming rolled his eyes, and after pasting the picture, he typed a few words and sent it.

@Restartjiang Yiming v: Not dead.coming. [share pictures]

As soon as the Weibo was posted, the number of comments and likes immediately piled up hundreds of times. Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows. The degree of enthusiasm was really beyond his surprise.

He flipped through the comments for a long time, and slowly sorted out the situation.

During the live broadcast of Catch Seafood before, people began to visit his Weibo.

Relying on the most primitive grass and tree branches, Jiang Yiming made a harpoon in threes and fives, which really shocked a group of young people who don't need to make tools by themselves in the 21st century.

This group of people immediately shouted "Master Jiang" one by one, feeling that Jiang Yiming earned enough face for these post-95s who were always complained about that their life skills were zero.

In addition, when Yu Minghao got caught in the sea, he swam to rescue him, left his follow-up director Jiang Zhang in a safe shallow water area, and went to save others by himself, this approach attracted a lot of attention by accident. Many fans shouted "I can do it again".

Later, the live broadcast was interrupted, and the group of them had to take a helicopter to leave the deserted island. Because the number of people transported by the helicopter at one time was limited, he suggested that he wait until the second batch before leaving.

The screen stopped abruptly at this point, and the live broadcast was turned off, so that the viewers who watched the live broadcast were extremely nervous and had no way of knowing the follow-up situation.

And the program group has not given any reliable information for a long time.

Everyone watching the live broadcast heard one of the victims describe the scene she encountered, which could have made a desert island horror horror night.

No one knew whether the murderer was still on the island, or what terrible things happened to the two boys, and Jiang Yiming and his party were unarmed and had no means of self-protection.

Now that the live broadcast is also suspended, is Jiang Yiming safe?There is no exact source of information at all.

Everyone flocked to Jiang Yiming's Weibo, waiting for the latest safety news.

Bao Qiwen did not expect that Jiang Yiming would combine the two microblogs of reporting safety and publicity into one.

He rubbed his temples nervously, guessing that someone would criticize them for taking the opportunity to promote the new drama.

However, when he looked at the comments on Weibo, it was full of prosperity, which was completely beyond his expectation.

[hahhahha Jiang Yiming's way of reporting safety is also so unique?not dead?coming?Very Jiang Yiming]

【Peace is good enough! 】

[There is no delay in promoting the new drama and reporting safety, and there will be no more than one word on Weibo that can be posted in four words! 】

[I'm still curious about what happened on the island_(:зゝ∠)_Before Haidilao felt that there was something very wonderful... I was not the only one who saw the glowing things under the sea]

[Hush—don't ask, if you ask again, you will be slandered]

【Master Jiang is safe!Nobuo has been vegetarian for three days! 】

[Is there a song recorded in the four seas? !Fuck I must be a fake fan! 】

[Hahahaha, the hot search on ymh before was because of this, I knelt down and shouted at the master that I was wrong, but was cut in half and said it was a small crying bag, and said Jiang Yiming was a bully hahaha]

[I remembered that 233333 said that I must go and have a look]

Jiang Yiming checked Weibo for a while, and felt that the jokes on Weibo seemed to have become boring, and it was not as interesting as Zhong Sheng cooking in front of him.

He thought about it for a while, and guessed that Zhong Sheng's down-to-earth matter of cooking by himself, if it was posted on Weibo, might be able to hit the trending list.

Young Master Jiang gave a sullen smile, he was quite kind, and he didn't really engage in such things as secretly recording.

If Zhong Sheng knew that Jiang Yiming had such an idea, maybe he would cooperate extraordinarily, wishing to have his own place in Jiang Yiming's Weibo account.

The doorbell rang, Jiang Yiming opened the door, and saw his parents standing at the door: "Dad, Mom. Come in, no need to change your shoes."

"Mingming... oh, I lost weight and suffered." Jiang's mother felt sore in her heart, and she felt that her youngest son had suffered and suffered a disadvantage.

"I think your food on the desert island is okay. Grouper, big lobster, abalone shell and sea food are stewed in a mess." Jiang Xunchuan came in after Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, teasing and sarcastic remarks, holding There are a lot of things in the big and small bags, as if they are visiting relatives.

Jiang's father gave his eldest son a displeased look: "Then you go and try?"

"Then I'm not as good as Ming Ming, and I can also make a harpoon, and I can stab it every time." Jiang Xunchuan shrugged his shoulders, hugged his brother, and couldn't help rubbing the little roll on his head hair.

Jiang Yiming smirked twice, allowing Jiang Xunchuan's hand to stay on his hair for two seconds before avoiding it, which was his greatest tenderness to the long-awaited elder brother.

"Where's Zhong Sheng?" Jiang Xunchuan's soft touch disappeared, he smacked his lips regretfully, and asked again.

"Cooking." Jiang Yiming pouted towards the kitchen.

Zhong Sheng came out of the kitchen after washing his hands, and greeted them: "Uncle and aunt, Jiang Xunchuan, the meal is almost ready, there is still some soup left, take a seat first."

"You made it?" Jiang Xunchuan was a little surprised. He didn't expect Zhong Sheng to cook in person. He thought that when he came here to eat, his aunt would do the cooking.

Jiang Yiming snorted softly, belittled and displeased by the surprise in Jiang Xunchuan's tone, "Otherwise I did it? Look at them, they are also the bosses of the company, one can cook, and the other screams every day. takeout."

"Bah, what is takeaway!?" Jiang Xunchuan hurriedly tried to cover Jiang Yiming's mouth, and quickly explained, "I ordered meals from the hotel, but I didn't eat in the hotel."

"Takeout food is not good for your health. Be careful. You are an adult and you should learn from Zhong Sheng to cook by yourself and start a small stove." Mother Jiang immediately cast a worried look upon hearing this.

Jiang Xunchuan responded with a dry smile, quickly changed the subject, and looked at Zhong Sheng: "As expected of Uncle Zhong's own son, the talent for cooking is inherited."

As he spoke, he put the gift in his hand on the ground and sat down consciously.

"You brought a gift? It's good enough." Jiang Yiming looked at the things his elder brother brought, and he took a pragmatism. He actually brought them a pot, Xiaomei Steamer, a pot of eighteen uses (x).

"You brought something with you when you came? It's too outlandish." Zhong Sheng frowned.

Jiang Xunchuan grinned: "How can this be out of sight? This is too out of sight. Look at my brother, he always lives here with you. I specially made him a lazy pot, someone who never cooks , can make a Man-Han banquet according to the dismantling steps above it.”

Jiang Yiming's ears turned red: "Speak up, what do you mean I always live here? There is something wrong with my apartment."

"Yeah, your apartment is the most in condition." Jiang Xunchuan rolled his eyes.

Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue, lifted his foot and walked towards the hollow of Jiang Xunchuan's leg.

Zhong Sheng's eyes widened with a smile: "It's okay, I have always prepared a vacant house for Ming Ming, and I can live in it at any time."

"Are you sharing rooms?" Jiang Xunchuan blurted out.

Jiang Yiming looked over coldly: "If you can't speak, talk less."

Zhong Sheng smiled nonchalantly, glanced at his watch and said, "I'll see when my parents arrive, you guys eat first."

Jiang Xunchuan watched Zhong Sheng leave, and quickly pulled his younger brother to ask in a low voice, "I thought you two were already together, what's going on?"

"Who gave you the illusion?" Jiang Yiming snorted coldly.

"You." Brother Jiang wrinkled his nose.

Jiang Yiming: "?"

"If you have any questions, you can go to Zhong Sheng, but I haven't gone to your elder brother. You want to borrow a house to live, so you can live with me, but you don't have one." Jiang Xunchuan said clearly, even with a little bit of jealousy , "Isn't this an excuse to live together under the same roof?"

"It was the first time you asked me to live with him." Jiang Yiming glared at him.

"...What about the second time?" Jiang Xunchuan asked.

"I can't live in your place. Who knows if you will bring someone back at night, it's too embarrassing." Jiang Yiming snorted.

Immediately, the young master of the Jiang family received two disapproving looks from Jiang's father and Jiang's mother.

"No, I swear, I never took anyone back!" Jiang Xunchuan quickly explained.

"Oh, is that going directly to the hotel?" Jiang Yiming asked lazily.

"Nonsense." Brother Jiang subconsciously replied, then stopped talking and looked at his younger brother.

Jiang Yiming grinned at him with a hypocritical smirk.

The younger brother who was provoked and revenged is the devil QAQ

"Jiang Xunchuan, I think your dad needs to have a mature man's conversation with you later." Mother Jiang said.

Brother Jiang: "..."

After a while, Zhong Yi and his wife also came over, followed by the rare Zhong Sheng who was somewhat dull.

When Qin Wanwan was about to push the door, Zhong Sheng seemed to have come to his senses, and hurriedly opened the door before Qin Wanwan reached out, looked at Zhong Yi again, frowned and reminded: "Dad, be careful about Aunt Qin's body. Don't be rude. of."

Zhong Yi touched the tip of his nose, feeling that his eldest son was making a fuss over a molehill.

Looking at Qin Wanwan's belly slightly bulging, she is obviously pregnant.

"It is said that the announcement will not be made until after the tire is stable, so we have to wait until now." Zhong Yi smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, making it impossible for people to see that he was once the uncrowned king of the underground, but it was Zhong Sheng who just had a blank face When the expression is on, it is more than awe-inspiring.

"Congratulations, Aunt Qin." Jiang Yiming smiled without any surprise.

Sitting beside Jiang Yiming, Qin Wanwan patted the back of Jiang Yiming's hand lightly, and expressed her gratitude in her words: "It's Aunt Qin who wants to thank you, if you hadn't reminded me a few months earlier, I would definitely Still confused."

She never thought that after so many years, she could still have her own children.

Jiang Yiming smiled, it was the day when he and Zhong Sheng broke off their relationship as fiances, he found that Qin Wanwan's face was illuminated by Hongluan, and the happy event was coming, so he reminded him aloud.

It's just that even if there is no reminder from him, the child will still come when he should come, and he can't change anything with a word.

Qin Wanwan continued: "When this little Douding was only a month old, I was going to go skydiving with your Uncle Zhong, but remembering what you said, I hurriedly went for a checkup, only to find that this little guy had gone silent. here."

"Well, it's fine." Jiang Yiming said, he looked at Zhong Sheng, tilted his head and bit Qin Wanwan's ear, "Zhong Sheng looks a little silly."

"He was quite surprised." Qin Wanwan covered her mouth and smiled. She was most worried about the reaction of her stepson, but now she seems to be completely relieved.

Qin Wanwan looked at Jiang Yiming smiling in a good mood, then looked at Zhong Sheng, and said, "This is the first time I've seen Zhong Sheng so flustered when you go back to the Sulu Islands."

Jiang Yiming was stunned: "...Really?"

"We were having dinner at home, watching your live broadcast on the big TV, and when we saw you going into the sea and leaving the follow-up director where he was, he became anxious and said that you must have encountered that incident again and insisted on going there. "Qin Wanwan said.

Jiang Yiming smiled and touched the tip of his nose: "He has a keen sense of smell."

"It was finally persuaded by us—he couldn't just fly over to disturb your program recording if something happened to you?—We thought that the program group didn't have any emergency calls to stop, so it shouldn't be serious. "Qin Wanwan continued, "I didn't expect that at night, I saw another group of people from the program team land on the deserted island."

"Then he got anxious?" Jiang Yiming asked.

Qin Wanwan nodded and laughed: "Yeah, originally I wanted to ask your grandfather to issue a certificate of permission to fly, and the helicopter passed by, but it was very late at night, and I was afraid that your grandfather would be surprised at night. I found the nearest available flight and rushed there.”

"Sulu...there aren't many flights." Jiang Yiming frowned. They had few flight options, so he knew that it was impossible to have a direct flight to the Philippines so late.

"Yes, but if there is a connecting flight, if he can get there two or three hours earlier, he will take the early morning red-eye flight." Qin Wanwan said.

Jiang Yiming frowned, calculating in his mind, Zhong Sheng didn't know how much time he slept after going back and forth like this.

He said: "It's just a difference of two or three hours...Even if he rushes away, what use can he be...you idiot."

Qin Wanwan smiled lightly, perhaps Jiang Yiming himself didn't realize that what he said sounded like he was complaining, but in fact there was a strong sour smell of a young couple.

"That's right, but Zhong Sheng just wanted to hurry there and refused to listen to persuasion, there's no other way." Qin Wanwan said, "But think about it, if Lao Zhong had encountered such a thing in the Sulu Islands, I would definitely be willing to rush The red-eye flight passed. I had to get there even though I knew I couldn't help."

Jiang Yiming paused, and slowly the tips of his ears turned red: "...but what's the point?"

"The greatest meaning lies in companionship." Qin Wanwan looked at Jiang Yiming, and gently touched the young man's heart.

"The two words of lovers, one side is the heart, and the other side is the person, you have to spend your time to accompany them, and then you can be a couple;"

"With the word partner, there are people on both sides. When two people go to the back, it becomes a habit to spend time on each other. Only when they accompany each other until the end will it become the biggest problem."

"Mingming, if you find someone who wants to be by his/her side, or wants him/her to be by your side, and this thought is so strong that your heart burns when you think about it, then you must Hold him/her, don't let go." Qin Wanwan said softly.

Jiang Yiming subconsciously looked at Zhong Sheng. Zhong Sheng was standing next to his elder brother. The two men were discussing business. Jiang's mother gently but forcefully stuffed a small biscuit into each of their mouths, and they were not allowed to discuss business at home.

Does he miss... hold on and don't let go?

Qin Wanwan saw Young Master Jiang's subconscious reaction in her eyes, the smile in her eyes deepened, the young master was about to open up.