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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.80 Eight Days·【First Update】Rapunzel: "I think you have something for me."

After a meal, the two families left one after another.

Jiang Yiming looked at the mess on the table in the restaurant, and then went to look for Zhong Sheng.

Zhong Sheng was cleaning the frying pan in the kitchen, and the cuffs of his black shirt were undone and rolled up, revealing his handsome and strong forearm muscles.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yiming felt that he couldn't make Zhong Sheng busy back and forth with a shy face, after all, he was not as thick-skinned as Jiang Xunchuan.

So the young master of the Jiang family rolled up his sleeves, stacked the dishes on the dining table, and took them back to the kitchen.

Zhong Sheng really did not expect that Jiang Yiming would take the initiative to take over such a job, he said with a smile: "Don't be so busy, go back to the sofa and watch TV for a while."

"Are you cleaning up alone?" Jiang Yiming asked.

"I called Aunt Sanitary to come over." Zhong Sheng said, seeing Jiang Yiming's gaze fell on the oil pan in his hand, he paused and explained, "I read on the Internet that it is said to soak this first, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with. "

Jiang Yiming was amused when he heard the words, so he invited Aunt Sanitation over here, so why should he read what is said on the Internet?That's for newbies in the kitchen who don't have an aunt.

He looked around, flustered from idleness, and took out the "Xiaomei" universal pot that Jiang Xunchuan bought, sat cross-legged on the floor, looked at the manual and studied it for a while, then raised his head and shouted to Zhong Sheng in the kitchen: "Do you want a milkshake?"

Zhong Sheng wiped his hands clean, came out of the kitchen, raised his eyebrows slightly: "You do? I can."

"Of course I did it, you wait." Jiang Yiming raised his chin, ordered two small servings of strawberries online, and when they arrived, he began to put the ingredients step by step according to the instructions on the universal pot.

Jiang Yiming put the universal pot on Zhong Sheng's low tea table, knelt on the carpet, peeled off the green leaf hat from the strawberries and put them in the pot, and picked and picked a strawberry before stuffing it into his mouth.

Sitting on the sofa behind him, Zhong Sheng saw Young Master Jiang eating happily, with pink strawberry juice all over his fair and delicate fingers, and he didn't know whether he was tasting the quality of strawberries or making strawberries. milkshake.

He raised the corners of his mouth and shook his head amusedly.

Jiang Yiming heard the slight movement behind him, tilted his head slightly, glanced back from the corner of his eye, and saw a teasing smile on the corner of Zhong Sheng's mouth.

Young Master Jiang paused just as he was about to stuff strawberries into his mouth, he turned his wrist in one direction, and thrust the strawberry in his hand into Zhong Sheng's mouth.

"It's better to be alone than to be happy together. Try it, it's quite sweet." Jiang Yiming blinked.

Zhong Sheng was stunned for a moment, then swallowed the strawberry in his mouth, and when the tip of his tongue rolled over the strawberry, he lightly brushed Jiang Yiming's fingertips, he bent his eyes to look at Young Master Jiang, nodded and said in a deep voice: " Hmm, sweet."

Jiang Yiming coughed lightly, withdrew his hand, turned around and continued peeling his strawberries, but he was a little absent-minded, and rarely ate those strawberries that should be made into milkshakes.

"The show you filmed is going to air? What time?" Zhong Sheng said suddenly.

Jiang Yiming was adding sugar to the pot, when he heard Rapunzel make a sudden sound, his hands made a big movement, so he sprinkled more sugar on it.

He touched the tip of his nose, thinking in his heart that a little more is not too much, a little less is not much, where can it be sweet?Make a living and make a living.

He pressed the function button, handed it over to the universal pot to make milkshakes, and casually replied to Zhong Sheng: "The broadcast started early, it's just that I have a part in the show today."

"As for what time... I didn't pay attention, let's search online." He said again, subconsciously raised his head to look at Zhong Sheng, and saw the other party swiping on the phone.

Young Master Jiang raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to see it, do you?"

"How could I not appreciate your first filming?" Zhong Sheng said.

Jiang Yiming: "..."

"Yes, eight o'clock." Zhong Sheng looked at the clock on the wall, "It's about to start."

Jiang Yiming had the feeling that he was about to be publicly executed. He touched his face that seemed a little hot, stood up and was about to go into the bedroom, and muttered: "Then...it depends on you, I won't accompany you."

"How can I do that?" Zhong Sheng swept Young Master Jiang back to the sofa with his long arms. He looked at Young Master Jiang with a smile in his eyes and said, "Don't want to see how Yu Minghao called you Master?"

Jiang Yiming: "...I'm the one acting opposite him, don't I know what it's like?"

"Then you don't want to see what it's like to drive Yu Minghao out of the teacher's school when you are superior and domineering?"

Jiang Yiming was moved.

So Young Master Jiang reluctantly stayed.

Zhong Sheng's TV is very big, it looks like a home theater, and the picture is very big and clear.

Jiang Yiming looked at it for a while, relished it, and turned his head to Zhong Sheng and said, "The camera is good. It's a rare shot that looks half as handsome as me in real life. After all, I'm not very photogenic."

Zhong Sheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Under Jiang Yiming's slightly accusing gaze, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's true that you are not very photogenic. How can you be a ten-thousandth as cute as a real person in the camera?"

Jiang Yiming coughed lightly, but was defeated by the solemn boast of the president: "One ten-thousandth is a bit too much, be more humble."

On the first day, Shizun's share of the show was less than 10 minutes, but Jiang Yiming's appearance shocked most of the audience.

He was dressed in a complicated white robe, but it did not suppress his aura at all. On the contrary, he looked tall and straight, with a tall and tall figure, and his white and solemn face was full of arrogance.

The master's gate stands on the top of the snow mountain, surrounded by pure cold white, Jiang Yiming seems to melt into this cold color.

He stood there with his hands behind his back, needless to say a word, with his eyes half downcast, he looked like he was looking down on the world and being crazy about himself.

Cold, arrogant and mad, these three qualities are like his innate temperament. Once he appeared on the stage, this striking and eye-catching image directly caught the eyes of many audiences.

Jiang Yiming tilted his head and quietly looked at Rapunzel who was watching TV seriously. After a minute, he didn't see any comments from the other party, and there was no emotion on his face. He finally couldn't hold back and asked: "It looks good. Well?"

"nice."

"Why didn't I see where it looks good?"

"Well, it's you who made this show shine." Zhong Sheng said.

Jiang Yiming: "...Although I know what you're telling the truth, it sounds really embarrassing."

"Just accept it calmly." Zhong Sheng said lightly, after confirming that there would be no role for the master, he directly turned off the TV, "There is nothing to watch, what are you going to do later?"

The corners of Jiang Yiming's mouth curled up. He said "good-looking" earlier, but in a blink of an eye it changed to "nothing good-looking". The double standards and double standards made him feel very comfortable.

Young Master Jiang rested his chin and thought for a while, then said, "Drink a milkshake."

As soon as he finished speaking, the universal pot rang to remind him that the milkshake was finished, and Zhong Sheng got up to get two cups.

Jiang Yiming sipped his milkshake while swiping on Weibo, and half-closed his eyes in a happy mood, like a cat whose fur has been smoothed, and triumphantly beckoned Zhong Sheng to come closer: "Come and see Look at how those people on Weibo praised me."

Zhong Sheng raised his eyebrows, and leaned over to look at it as he said.

In the two episodes aired today, Jiang Yiming's lines totaled less than [-] words, but in this world of face-seeking, it really left a deep impression on people.

After all, when Jiang Yiming was discovered by Bao Qiwen, it was because of a glimpse on the lawn of A.

A man who can obviously rely on his appearance to make a living and become popular, but prefers the metaphysics of relying on his mouth and running the train with his mouth full.

There are quite a few TV retouching bloggers on Weibo live broadcasting and making pictures, and the efficiency is astonishingly high——

@饭圆安利君: Master is so beautiful. Master is the flower of Gaoling. You can only watch it from a distance and not play with it. Master, please encourage me [Share picture]

@娱少主: Master's appearance time is too short!I took screenshots almost frame by frame, and my heart aches for wasting a frame of Master's beauty! [share pictures]

@天涯第一美: One thing to say, this ancient costume is the most suitable one I have seen in recent years. The temperament of ancient costumes does not mean that "Moshang is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world". It is too rigid to say that, @Restart Jiang Yiming v's ancient costumes have a natural temperament, without the feeling of pretentious and hard concave shape. On the contrary, his temperament is even completely opposite to the "gongziruyu" known by the public, mad and arrogant, but unfortunately, he It's the kind of talented actor who can reveal the ancient flavor even by a strand of hair. [share pictures]

@我不不水军: One word is good-looking. [share pictures]

"The number of words is innumerable, heh." Zhong Sheng squinted his eyes, and finally found a Weibo that could criticize him. It was very unbalanced for his young master to be coveted by others.

Although I have made psychological preparations for a long time, there is still a huge gap between facing the overturned vinegar bucket and making psychological preparations.

Jiang Yiming turned his head to look at Zhong Sheng, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you dissatisfied with this person?"

"I'm not good at math." Zhong Sheng made an excuse that was not satisfactory.

Jiang Yiming laughed out loud.

Come on, the two of them are so close, how can he still not smell the smell of someone's vinegar bucket being turned over?

Young Master Jiang was very happy, and he pretended to be serious and nodded in agreement: "I'm not satisfied either, I think the pictures made by this person are not as good-looking as the ones taken directly from the screenshots. Whatever repairs are made, they are all distorted, and they are not ten times as good as mine. It looks good."

"I think this looks good, but if you see my real person, why don't you go over there?" He added.

Zhong Sheng laughed: "I suggest that you prepare a temporary rescue station at the pick-up site next time, and put some oxygen cylinders and glucose."

"That's so troublesome, and it's a waste of manpower and material resources." Jiang Yiming waved his hands and pretended to say, "I have a once-and-for-all solution—I wear a mask, which can more or less reduce the lethality."

"Then you need to add a pair of sunglasses." Zhong Sheng added cooperatively, "I think if you and your fans look at each other, and the fans bump into your eyes, you may have to faint."

Jiang Yiming: "..." Well, he has a thin skin, he can't compare to Rapunzel's support, and he is willing to admit defeat.

He looked at Zhong Sheng and blinked: "Then why didn't you come over?"

"I'm not your fan." Zhong Sheng said.

Is the former fiancé, future fiancé, and future partner for obtaining a certificate√

"Oh... that's right, you are my Uncle Zhong—" Jiang Yiming shouted with a drawn out voice, lazily laughing with a hint of teasing, and his voice was soft and soft, with a bit of nasal sound mixed in.

Zhong Sheng's body froze slightly, and he changed his sitting position a little unnaturally: "Why are you calling me so suddenly?"

"I just remembered, and I think it's quite interesting to shout like this." Jiang Yiming smiled like a little fox, his eyes fell lightly on Zhong Sheng, and asked back, "What do you think?"

Zhong Sheng just felt that sitting was even more awkward. He sat up a little bit, took an outdated magazine on the coffee table, spread it out on his lap, pretended to read the magazine, and said lightly: "I just think you have something in mind."

Jiang Yiming paused when he heard the words, and unexpectedly thought of Aunt Qin's words, and quietly glanced at Zhong Sheng twice more: "Perhaps... you can also say that."

Zhong Sheng:?

The author has something to say: I smell the smell of spring flowers blooming.