Gu Jiaming stood beside Deng Xing. Emperor squinted his eyes and looked at the other party, bowing politely in everyone's shocked eyes: "Hello, senior!"

Deng Xing was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned dark.

Logically speaking, he is indeed Gu Jiaming's senior, but in terms of current status, Gu Jiaming is obviously higher than him, and he is not of the same level. If Deng Xing is older, as an old senior, it would be fine to receive this gift, but the problem is that he is not a few years older than Gu Jiaming.

According to Gu Jiaming's external information, he debuted at the age of 22, and this year he was exactly 27, and Deng Xing was only 33 years old. If he was sensible, he would definitely stand up and return the favor. However, Deng Xing had always suppressed Gu Jiaming before, and he looked down on this young man who "selled his butt" from the bottom of his heart. In addition, he was squeezed by Jing Jiaojiao, and as soon as the young master got angry, he wanted to make an excitement.

Deng Xing's assistant's face turned pale. He knew Deng Xing's holiday and Gu Jiaming's personality. For this reason, the agent specifically reminded him to let him look forward to this master. Gu Jiaming is not the one who can avoid the other party when he first debuted. Don't cause trouble. Judging from the current situation, it is impossible to avoid it.

"Brother Xing, Brother Ming is saying hello to you!" The assistant urged anxiously.

Deng Xing took a deep breath and was about to resist the anger and react, Gu Jiaming turned around and left.

Now, everyone present looked at Deng Xing incorrectly. He was so arrogant. The popular actor bowed to you and said hello and didn’t reply. The family is so rich!

Deng Xing was choked back just as he wanted to say something, and his heart was blocked.

Jing Jiaojiao smiled and pulled the chair aside, pulled a new one from beside her, patted the back of the chair and warmly invited Gu Jiaming: "Sit here and sit here! Let me see your face! Oh~~ Our Mingming's face is really handsome with 360 degrees without any dead corners!"

After sitting down, Gu Jiaming waved his hand to Deng Xing with a smile, "Senior, we have a long way to go~"

Deng Xing opened his mouth and said nothing to say: "..."

So, Gu Jiaming is still as annoying as before!

Assistant Jia added a row of candles to him. Gu Jiaming never plots on anyone, and he also thinks about things one after another, and has no plans. But the natural darkness that he occasionally pops up is the most unexpected thing, because he himself may not know what the consequences will be caused by doing so.

Our Brother Ming might have been an old monster before he lost his memory.

horrible!

When Gu Jiaming put on his makeup and put on his head hood, a handsome nobleman suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Zhonglishao in the script was born in a noble family. In the early days, he was full of knowledge but only liked to recite poems and paintings. He was more handsome than Pan An and was unparalleled. He often caused countless ladies to compete for him. When he did not join the Wing King's team, he was a full-blown young man.

Gu Jiaming stood up, swayed his sleeves, and the white brocaded clothes drew a graceful curve in the air. He landed one hand behind his waist and gently raised his other hand. He was extremely skillful in his movements. He couldn't remember when he had done it, but he always felt that he had something to do.

The stylist immediately handed him a folding fan with jade bones.

Gu Jiaming opened the brush with a smile, and a big and arrogant word was written on the white fan in thick black ink: Ao!

"Tsk! The word "still" is not as good as I wrote." Gu Jiaming commented pertinently. As for why he wrote very beautiful calligraphy, he forgot.

Jing Jiaojiao happily took out her cell phone, "Hold on and take a photo and then talk!"

Gu Jiaming had a good temper and let her take pictures. Before she was called away, she shouted that she had finished the filming and sent him a copy, and he wanted to post it on Weibo.

The first scene was the first scene of the Wing King and Zhong Lishao meeting. Director Wang told them very seriously: "When you first meet, the Wing King had heard of Zhong Lishao's talent for a long time. This time it was just a test. Have you remembered the lines?"

Gu Jiaming nodded and looked around in confusion, "The first scene was ours?"

Director Wang looked cold, "Do you have any objections?"

Gu Jiaming asked in confusion: "Doesn't have a heroine?"

Although the heroine has very few scenes, she is also a heroine. Zheng Xueshao taught him a truth very early: Don’t steal other people’s scenes, especially women’s scenes, otherwise you will easily be jealous and hated.

Director Wang coughed and touched his beard, "Yes, but the scenes are not serious. From now on, you are no longer the second male lead. After professional analysis, I found that the two protagonists of this drama can resonate with the audience."

"This time your fiancée role has also been cancelled. I figured it out. This play was originally based on the theme of power and scheming. A big drama about building a country and establishing a career. A female compatriots made the plot more affectionate, which went against our original intention." The screenwriter pushed his black-framed eyes and added to everyone very seriously: "Zhonglishao asked for the heroine but couldn't get it, which added tragic color to this character and resonated with the audience."

Gu Jiaming, who completely became a tragedy, said: "..." I really don't understand that you humans are talking like a second kick. It was quite loud at that time, and there was no movement after the sound was over.

Mr. Mo, who had arranged professionals to come to communicate with Director Wang, hid his merits and fame. He got off work early and performed the duties of a husband and father, took Mo Zeyang home, and asked the almighty secretary to buy vegetables and send them over. He wanted to buy the refrigerator at home and fill it up, and arranged for the chef to make a sumptuous supper to deliver it.

Because Mr. Mo doesn't know how to cook.

Mo Zeyang rode his twisting car, kicked his calf, slid left and right forward and backward, and was as fast as he shuttled between the living room and the balcony on the first floor, and could also spin a hundred and eight, and drift. After get off work early, I had to take my work to home. Mr. Mo felt a pain in his legs after reading a few pages. He looked down and looked in front of his eyes.

Child Mo Zeyang had a small accident while sliding and hit his father's slender calf.

If you did something wrong, Mo Zeyang would still bravely admit it, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Mr. Mo smiled and touched his little head, "Go and have fun."

Mo Zeyang blinked and slid away in the car. The father who took him home today seemed not so annoying. If the score was 100, I would barely give him one now, so I wouldn't be afraid of him being proud.

Two minutes later, Mr. Mo heard a bang, and then screamed "Wow!"

Mr. Mo, who was still pressing down on the top of Mount Tai, felt a thrill in his heart. He threw the report and rushed to the kitchen. Child Mo Zeyang squatted on the ground, looking at the tomato sauce that was thrown into a trumpet-shaped shape with a confused look. He looked up at Mo Yunqi and curled his lips aggrievedly, shocked and dared not cry.

Mr. Mo picked up his son helplessly. Seeing the face that looked like his childhood was crying in front of him, his heart felt quite subtle. He hugged Mo Zeyang with one hand, unscrewed the water pipe with the other hand, and washed the little hand stained with tomato sauce. Mr. Mo simply put his work aside, held his son in his arms, and focused on coaxing the child.

He seriously suggested: "Would we make a small game? We can wait for your dad to come home while playing."

Mo Zeyang glared at his eyes, and before the tears could flow out, he held them back. His wet big eyes looked like a beautiful black pearl. Obviously, he was very interested.

Mr. Mo pinched his son's little face and said seriously: "This is a game that only men can play."

Mo Zeyang nodded, interested in up!

Mr. Mo said deeply: "From now on, sit down and don't move, whoever moves will lose."

Mo Zeyang curled his lips, and his interest was dn suddenly. His eyes looked at his father without any concealment: contempt!

The child raised his hand and touched Mr. Mo's forehead, tilted his head and asked in confusion: "You're not having a fever, are you?"

My brain is wafting?

What is the IQ of people who play this kind of game?

Mr. Mo, who was despised by his son: "..."

Mo Zeyang rubbed his eyes and decided to continue riding his car.

Mr. Mo, who was abandoned by his son: "..."

Mo Zeyang walked around and suddenly asked naively: "Do you have a lot of money? Can you buy a lot of things?"

Mr. Mo, who finally found a common topic with his son, lowered his head and asked calmly: "What do you want?"

Mo Zeyang's eyes were bright: "Can you buy a panda and raise it?"

Mr. Mo was silent again.

Mo Zeyang also remained silent for a while, and suddenly "understand" that his father was really not very rich, and he couldn't afford to buy a baby panda.

Mr. Mo's little eyes when he looked at his son from expectation to sympathy, and rubbed his forehead with exhaustion. It was time to change to a parenting expert!

———

When Gu Jiaming returned home, dinner had already been set on the table. Mo Zeyang rode his car back and forth, as energetic as ever. Mr. Mo followed behind with concern and dared not leave.

Seeing this scene in front of you, a warm current suddenly flowed through Gu Jiaming's heart, and a heart that had been hanging all the way suddenly fell.

When he got home, he could see his son and food. Gu Jiaming was so moved that he almost cried. Is this happiness? However, he owed Mo Yunqi more and more debts. If he couldn't pay it back, would he have to be a fairy all his life?

"Dad~~" Mo Zeyang rushed over happily and hugged Gu Jiaming's thighs. The next moment, Gu Jiaming picked it up and hugged it in his arms. The father and father happily kissed their left and right faces, but they couldn't kiss enough. Since Gu Jiaming went out to film, it was the first time that Mo Zeyang was taken home so early, and the child was so excited that he wanted to jump high.

Mo Yunqi picked the corners of Gu Jiaming's lips and said gently: "Go back to the room to change your clothes, wash your hands and have a meal."

Gu Jiaming nodded subconsciously, and a row of big words popped up in his heart: My wife is so virtuous!

Pooh!

Gu Jiaming quickly shook his head and shook this absurd idea. Only then did he not get entangled with the fragile human beings. He was the demon who wanted to achieve the right result!

After a full meal, Gu Jiaming went to take a shower and lay on the sofa. Seeing Mo Zeyang jumping around on the sofa like a little squirrel, he lazily said to Mo Yunqi opposite him: "The first day of today started construction, and it took a few shots and it took a break. The filming will start officially tomorrow. I will definitely not be so timely when I come back. You don't have to wait for me for dinner in the future."

Gu Jiaming was lying down, his loose pajamas fell down loosely, revealing half of his delicate collarbone. His fair neck leaned back gently, outlining a graceful curve. The fox tribe itself has a unique charm. In his lazy posture, the word seduction is written all over his body.

No matter how unlike the vixen, he is also a seductive vixen.

Mr. Mo, who was sitting opposite, received his signal perfectly, which was seduction.

Just like five years ago, I was shouting all over my body: If you don’t eat me, you will not be a man!

Mo Yunqi looked him up and down, and his eyes gradually responded: "Okay."

After being swept by this look, Gu Jiaming, who was too lazy to lose his bones, suddenly shook and looked around with caution: Is anyone trying to harm me?

At this time, Mo Yunqi stood up, Gu Jiaming turned his head as the other party moved, lay on the sofa and looked up, and found that the other party was going to collect water, and raised his hand to speak: "I want to drink too!"

If you ask the other party to receive a glass of water, you won’t owe any cause and effect? ​​Gu Jiaming silently measured it and felt that he should leave some money for the other party, just as he treated it as the money to take the child as a nanny. Just like he spent money to hire Jia Chuan, the human world always trades money, and no one owesses anyone.

This plan works!

Nothing wrong!

Like your intelligence!

Mr. Mo came back with two glasses of water and sat directly beside Gu Jiaming. Gu Jiaming didn't care either. He lay down happily and finished drinking it, handing the cup back.

Mo Yunqi was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"Put the cup back." Gu Jiaming stuffed the cup back into Mr. Mo's hand and ordered him unceremoniously.

Looking at the water cup in his hand, Mo Yunqi picked up the corner of his mouth and patted Gu Jiaming's waist, wanting to chat with him: "This is how do you live your daily life?"

Gu Jiaming turned around and stared: "You hit me?"

Mr. Mo stood up and wanted to go back and put the cup. When he heard this, he asked helplessly: "Is this hitting you?"

Gu Jiaming reacted at this time, haha! This fragile human was actually hooligan to him again! Do he think he would still be fooled? Will he jumped up as a fun and hugged the other person and rolled into the bed? He was innocent at that time, but he is not so stupid now!

Do you really think he dare not go back?
To be continued...