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Early the next morning, Guan Mei appeared in front of Yan Qingchi and took him to the audition site. There were three people auditioning this time, all of whom were recommended by Director Wang's acquaintances. Yan Qingchi ranked third, which is not a very good ranking. If one of the first two performed very well, then Yan Qingchi basically Almost eliminated.

Yan Qingchi raised his head and looked at his competitor, it was okay if he didn't look at it, but he was really shocked when he saw it, why is Wei Lan here? !

Guan Mei followed his gaze, "Why, do you know each other?"

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, "I guess we know each other."

"Is it?"

Yan Qingchi was thinking about how to answer her when Wei Lan turned around and saw him all of a sudden.

"Yo, you're here to audition too." Wei Lan said as she walked towards him.

Yan Qingchi could only helplessly respond, "Yes."

"Jiang Mochen recommended it?"

"Yeah."

"Hey," Wei Lan wrapped his arms around his neck, approached him, and whispered, "Are you really married to Jiang Mochen?"

Yan Qingchi remembered that he only said that he was married, but he didn't say who it was, so, "How do you know it's Jiang Mochen?"

"Jiang Mochen told my brother himself. Otherwise, I wouldn't believe that Jiang Mochen would be with you even if I was killed? Is he blind? Or is it purely based on face?"

Yan Qingchi was helpless, "Is it really okay for you to belittle the client in front of the client?"

"Aren't I telling the truth," Wei Lan looked at him, "otherwise, how do you think you match Jiang Mochen? Family background? Talent? Or character? You also match his face."

Yan Qingchi thought for a while, and said seriously: "I think my talent and personality are not bad."

"The talent of decathlon and the character of talking bad about people behind their backs?"

"There is an old saying that a tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. You may not believe it if you say it, but I just suppress it on purpose."

Wei Lan looked disbelieving, "Oh, here is your chance to show yourself, you don't have to suppress this audition."

Yan Qingchi heard the words, but did not speak.

Wei Lan shook her head and clicked her tongue, "At first I thought I might not be able to try, but now looking at you, I think I might be close."

"Not necessarily."

"Okay, let's make a bet, if you succeed in the audition, I will delete my previous prejudice against you with one click, and admit that you have extraordinary talent and a good personality. But if you don't, I succeeded, Then," Wei Lan looked at him, "you can accompany me to have a meal with my brother."

Yan Qingchi: "...I just said that you were bad once before, you don't need to kill them all like this."

"My brother is now a serious businessman, what are you afraid of."

"Now?" Yan Qingchi emphasized.

Wei Lan smiled, "Don't worry, with Jiang Mochen backing you up, he won't touch you."

Yan Qingchi couldn't understand how he got into the muddy water of the Wei brothers. He was about to speak, when Wei Lan took out his mobile phone and tilted his head to take a group photo of them.

"What are you doing?"

"It's rare to see each other, let's take a group photo as a souvenir."

"It's not that simple."

As soon as he said this, someone called Wei Lan, saying that it was his turn, Wei Lan immediately put the phone back in his pocket, "Bye, I will pick you up for dinner."

Yan Qingchi holds his forehead, get out of here.

Until Wei Lan left, Guan Mei watched him sit weakly on the chair, and finally reminded, "You know that Jiang Mochen is the boss behind Nancheng."

"Know."

"So, although I am your manager, there are some things that I need to report to him."

"Like?"

"Wei Lan seems to be very attentive to you." Guan Mei said seriously: "Wei Lan is known as the little prince of bumper cars in the circle. The eyes provoked him, and he went straight to the stage to get angry. But he actually proposed to have dinner with you and Wei Xun. You know who Wei Xun is, so you should also know Wei Xun's status in the Wei family, right? Even Wei Xun Lan has some friends who have never met Wei Xun."

"So?"

"So, even if one day there might be thousands of horses galloping and a piece of grassland on Mr. Jiang's head, I don't want it to be the time when I take you."

Yan Qingchi, "...I think you're thinking too much."

"I hope so." Guan Mei smiled.

Yan Qingchi couldn't laugh or cry, are all girls so sensitive? He shook his head, and sent Jiang Mochen a WeChat message: I met Wei Lan, and he also came to the audition, and he also said a few words to me, as if he planned to continue using me to anger his brother. Guan Mei was frightened and worried that I would turn you into a grassland, so I will tell you in advance.

Jiang Mochen: ... Got it.

Yan Qingchi raised his phone at Guan Mei, "Look, I'll say you're thinking too much."

Guan Mei didn't look at his mobile phone, but was shocked by his efficiency in doing things as he said. This artist is a bit unusual...

Seeing that Guan Mei didn't speak any more, Yan Qingchi decided to close his eyes and rest for a while.

As a result, just as he closed his eyes, the phone rang again, Yan Qingchi opened it, and saw that it was Jiang Mochen who said: Come on, audition.

Yan Qingchi smiled, replied him with a message, and then put away the phone.

On the other side, Jiang Mochen watched the little raccoon on the phone spit out a pink love bubble, and there were three bright pink characters bouncing next to it——Memoda. With a "bang", Jiang Mochen quickly put the phone on the table, and now he deeply feels that his marriage partner likes him, not only likes him, but also likes to tease him! Everyone is a man, why are you flirting, can't you work hard! fall!

After a while, Wei Lan finally reappeared in front of Yan Qingchi, his face was quite calm, he seemed neither sad nor happy, "Go, it's your turn." He said.

Yan Qingchi said thank you, without asking any further questions, walked out of the room, knocked on the door next door, and walked in.

There are only three main examiners for this interview, Director Wang, Assistant Director Zhang, and Screenwriter Liu. Yan Qingchi walked in, and the makeup artist took him to try on the makeup first, because the character in the play was originally a college student, and Yan Qingchi was just graduated from college, so he just drew two simple strokes to paint his own The brilliance is suppressed, adding a sense of innocence.

The screenwriter gave him a brief description - Meng Luo met the police downstairs, and the police questioned him because of his father's death. Meng Luo answered quietly, politely. Then he went home. He entered the house, walked into his bedroom, and opened the window. He saw the police questioning other people downstairs. Meng Luo's face was very calm, and he even looked at it indifferently for a while with his chin propped up. , Then he closed the window, but when he lowered his head, he smiled slowly.

This part of the performance is actually not difficult. What is difficult is that Meng Luo's identity is not only an ordinary college student, but also the son of the victim, and the ultimate murderer of the whole case. Liu Meng hoped that he could not only show Meng Luo's quiet and introvertedness in front of others, but also pave the way for the reversal of revealing that he is the murderer in the end.

Yan Qingchi nodded, but this scene was so peaceful, even lacking in explosive display, the only point of contrast was that smile at the end, Yan Qingchi gradually had an idea in his heart as he listened to the scriptwriter telling him the lines.

Yan Qingchi has always been a person who doesn't like to procrastinate. Now that he has decided to marry Jiang Mochen, he doesn't want to delay the matter any further. After dinner, Yan Qingchi went to find Mother Yan and asked her for Jiang Mochen's contact information.

Mother Yan still couldn't accept it, and asked tentatively, "Xiaochi, you should think about it again."

Yan Qingchi returned her a nice smile and said, "No need, I've made up my mind."

He asked for the phone number, took the phone, and went back to his room.

When the phone call was made, Yan Qingchi finally felt a little uneasy. He hadn't been in a relationship for more than 20 years before, but it turned out to be a good thing. Once timetraveled, he skipped the love stage directly. , to get married. Yan Qingchi felt that his mood was still a little delicate, he comforted himself, anyway, he always had to find someone to settle down, Jiang Mochen was the best choice in any aspect, and he was not wronged, so let it be.

Just as he was thinking, the phone was connected, and a cold and somewhat magnetic voice came from the phone, "Hello."

Yan Qingchi froze for a moment, quickly calmed down, and calmly said: "It's me, Yan Qingchi."

The other side didn't seem to think that it was him, and said after a while of silence, "It's you, what's the matter?"

"About what you said at my house today, I agree. I will talk about it after we meet tomorrow. Is that okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, you decide the time and place, you choose it, just send it to my phone."

"If you want, you can decide according to your preferences." The other side thoughtfully said.

"No need," Yan Qingchi smiled, "I don't care about these things, I just don't have any work these days, so I can arrange whatever I want, just look at your time and work schedule, choose one Your convenient time and place."

"Okay." The other side said calmly, "Then I will send it to you later."

"Well," Yan Qingchi responded, "Then I won't bother you, we will meet tomorrow."

"Okay."

Yan Qingchi hung up the phone, sat on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, he is a good talker."

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Mochen looked at the photo on the computer, his eyes were stern, and he could not see any emotion. After a long time, he moved the mouse, turned off the photo, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly lowered his head The pupils hide complex emotions in those black and white eyes that are as deep as ink.

When he woke up the next day to take a shower, Yan Qingchi looked at his face, which was a foregone conclusion but still made him stunned, and sighed with emotion. Picturesque, with red lips and white teeth, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, looks a little arrogant but also a little charming. Yan Qingchi felt that such a face was too feminine and beautiful, not handsome enough, but he also felt that with such a face, it was already very dominant, what more bicycle was needed.