Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 181.181

This is an anti-theft badge Sure enough, after a while, Jiang Mochen opened the door, Ji Sixing looked at it, his eyes flashed brightly, Jiang Mochen opened his mouth, he was almost finished, and then the door was closed.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Yan Qingchi walking in!

Then the door closed.

Ji Sixing was stunned, he stood at the corner in a daze, feeling unbelievable. He actually went in! Jiang Mochen told himself that he had something to do, and rejected him, but let an unknown newcomer walk in. Ji Sixing felt ashamed, he clenched his fists, his nails were embedded in his flesh, why? Why Yan Qingchi can do it, but he can't? Where is he not doing well enough, he flatters him to curry favor with him, he yells shortly every day, his partner has been filming a scene for two days, why not be as good as a newcomer who has nothing to do with him?

Ji Sixing thinks that Jiang Mochen must be afraid of himself, afraid of being tied to his superior position, after all, Yan Qingchi has nothing, and he, his popularity is not low, as long as his popularity rises to a higher level and he wins an award, then, he Just be like him. So Jiang Mochen is willing to talk to Yan Qingchi who has nothing, but no matter how much he does, he will not favor him.

At that moment, Ji Sixing finally developed an emotion other than envy and jealousy towards Jiang Mochen - hatred, but it was useless for him to hate, Jiang Mochen was well-known in the circle as a nobleman, although no one knew what his background was , but everyone knows that he has a deep background. Even Wei Lan, a well-known bumper car in the entertainment industry, greeted Jiang Mochen in a friendly and polite way. It's not easy for Ji Sixing to become popular, he won't be tempted to provoke Jiang Mochen. But, he smiled slightly, some people, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Sitting on the sofa, Yan Qingchi looked at the unopened snacks on the table, "What is this?"

"Ji Sixing brought a copy of the hometown specialties, so I didn't refuse. Why, you don't have any?"

"Yes," he looked at Jiang Mochen, "I guess Su Nuan doesn't have one either."

Jiang Mochen didn't speak for a moment when he heard the words, but he directly opened the box of snacks and handed one to him.

Yan Qingchi didn't answer, "Others give it to you, you can eat it."

"When did you become so hypocritical." Jiang Mochen said and put the snacks directly into his hands, "I know some actors are like this, in the entertainment industry, they are like red and white, but I think he is not bad Humility, I thought he was not this kind of person.”

"Who are you, the new film star, the biggest player in the entire crew, who is not humble in front of you? It's normal for others to look down on us."

"Yeah, but I think you, the 38th line who is looked down upon by others, are not humble at all in front of me."

Yan Qingchi smiled and tilted his head to look at him, "That's different, who made us a couple, if I were just a young actor, I would be as humble as Ji Sixing is to you."

Jiang Mochen thought about such a scene, but felt that he couldn't figure it out, "Forget it," he said, "I'm still used to what you are doing now. Aren't I going to play against you? Which scene?"

Yan Qingchi put down the snacks, and opened the script for him to read, "Here, the scene where He Yu and Meng Luo first met."

"Okay."

The two of them stood up and found a relatively wide position. Jiang Mochen spoke first, "Hello, are you Meng Luo?"

Yan Qingchi looked at him with obvious vigilance in his eyes, his voice was very soft, "You are?"

"I'm He Yu, and I'm in charge of the murder case of Meng Wen, your father, on the night of September 14th." Jiang Mochen said as he took out his ID and showed it to him.

Yan Qingchi nodded, "Your colleague has already asked about it before."

"I know, I just wanted to ask you again myself."

"Come in." Yan Qingchi made a move to let the door open.

The two sat down on the sofa.

Jiang Mochen looked around the room, "Have you been home recently?"

"Taking care of my father's funeral."

Jiang Mochen looked at him, his tone was soft, but his words were not so kind, "But, you don't look very sad."

Yan Qingchi raised his head, his eyes were very clear, and there was a slight flicker of light in his eyes, he asked, "So what should I do to be sad? Should I yell and ask why you haven't found the murderer yet?" Crying at the top of your lungs?"

His expression was calm, but his tone was very serious. In his black and white eyes, there was the confusion and stubbornness of a teenager.

Jiang Mochen was stunned for a moment, then continued, "I didn't mean that, sorry."

Yan Qingchi lowered his head silently, "It's okay."

The tone is as soft as ever.

Then there were some routine inquiries. Jiang Mochen checked the play with him, only to be surprised to find that Yan Qingchi's serious acting was much better than he thought.

"It seems that you still listened to the class well when you were in school." He affirmed.

A few days ago, Yan Qingchi got a solid evaluation of his acting skills from Director Wang, and Jiang Mochen affirmed this, and was a little happy for a while, "Really, do you think my acting is good?"

"Yeah."

Yan Qingchi smiled for a while with his eyes bent, Jiang Mochen rarely saw him so happy, and asked him, "Praise you for your good performance, are you so happy?"

Yan Qingchi nodded, he had never acted before, but because of family reasons, he played false and submissive plays with some people in interpersonal communication on certain occasions. He has strong empathy and can integrate himself into the character's mood very well, but after all, it is the first time to set foot in this industry, so it is inevitable that he is a little unconfident. Now, he has been affirmed by people in the industry one after another. This sense of accomplishment makes him very happy. happy.

He wanted to tell Jiang Mochen his current mood, so he tried to bring the identity of the original owner, and expressed: "You also know that my resources have not been good before, and the film and television resources are even less, and most of them are just a flash That kind of functional role, so I am actually similar to a newcomer who just entered the circle. I haven’t acted very well, and I don’t know how well I am acting. When I went to the audition that day, Director Wang said that my acting skills are very solid, like I graduated from a major, and now you say that I acted well, and I was affirmed by the two of you one after another, so I feel quite happy and have a sense of accomplishment."

Jiang Mochen listened to him seriously telling himself about his feelings, and couldn't help feeling a little relaxed and happy, "You're so unsure, you said we would meet on the set."

"Look, we're meeting on the set now." Yan Qingchi smiled, "And, after all, you recommended me, if I get rejected, wouldn't it be too embarrassing for you. "

Jiang Mochen heard the words and said, "Didn't you ask me why you beat Wei Lan before? I was busy at that time and didn't answer you. Now I have time."

"Why?" Yan Qingchi was really curious that he had won against Wei Lan.

"Because the two most difficult aspects of acting are letting go and taking in. Wei Lan is the kind of actor who can let go, but maybe it's because of his personality, or maybe it's because of his life experience that he can't understand. Some characters and behaviors, he has some difficulties in collecting them. Meng Luo is a quiet and silent person who doesn't even have a sense of presence in the early stage. Lan auditioned for a role in the early stage, so it was not suitable for you to come."

Yan Qingchi nodded, "So that's the case."

"Yan Qingchi," Jiang Mochen said sternly, "You are very talented in acting, so work hard, Nancheng will give you good resources, and I will help you too, so, I hope, you can become Nancheng. Orange's next trump card."

Yan Qingchi froze for a moment, he looked at the man in front of him who was earnestly hoping for him, "Jiang Mochen."

"Huh?"

"I'm a little embarrassed when you suddenly do this."

Jiang Mochen lowered his head and smiled, and was about to say that you were still embarrassed, but felt himself being hugged. Yan Qingchi hugged him, resting his chin on his shoulder, his tone was soft but full of joy , "Some still want to hug you."

Jiang Mochen turned his head to look at him, and Yan Qingchi turned his head too, smiling at him with bent eyes.

He couldn't help being stunned, looking at him quietly and silently.

Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen were a little embarrassed for a while, but they calmed down their playfulness and became serious.

Yan Qingchi picked up the pen and drew a stroke on the paper.

After drawing chess and chess in a similar manner, he turned his head to look at Jiang Mochen. Jiang Mochen looked at the sky speechlessly, thinking that it was his own, and probably really couldn't hide it. He frantically picked up the pen, and drew a stroke according to Yan Qingchi's drawing.

Qiqi saw that he had finished drawing, so he went to see Yan Qingchi again.

Yan Qingchi drew a stroke quickly, Qiqi followed quickly, and then went to see Jiang Mochen to see if he finished the painting.

Jiang Mochen felt that the few minutes of painting were as long as returning to his elementary school class. He looked at the drawing book in his hand, but he couldn't draw the pattern on the book. It's the same as children's stick figures.

This is one of Jiang Mochen's rare and depressing times that he doesn't want to recall. He couldn't figure out why he had been proficient in everything since he was a child, but he almost died in painting. He didn't want to give up easily. He secretly practiced many times, but he couldn't do it well. Born without the skill of lighting up painting, no matter how hard he tries, he can only be a low-level handicap.

Jiang Mochen sighed silently in his heart, and thought to himself, no one is perfect, and no gold is pure, but he whispered in his heart, Yan Qingchi is really a talent, this is the second time we met, He figured out his own shortcoming, very good, he wants to see how long he can pretend to be smart, but don't make a fool into his hands, when the time comes, he will definitely let Yan Qingchi sit down properly. Give him a good painting in this room, painting him for three days and three nights, in the middle of the night, so that he can't stop painting.

The three of them drew with their own moods. Jiang Mochen took advantage of a phone call in the middle and left quickly with his drawing paper. After that, he never entered the room of Qiqi again. Shanshan appeared, surprised that you guys finished the painting.

Yan Qingchi didn't expose him. After finishing the painting teaching, he had another meal at Jiang Mochen's house before preparing to leave. Jiang Mochen got up to send him off, Yan Qingchi handed the gift he brought to Qiqi.

He took out a Rubik's Cube and asked Qiqi, "Do you know what this is?"

Qiqi nodded, "Rubik's Cube."

"Can you play?"

Qiqi still nodded.

"Then you play first, wait for me to come next time, and see if you play well."

Qiqi's eyes lit up instantly, he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but he didn't make a sound, he closed his mouth slowly, and just nodded.

Yan Qingchi stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, Qiqi didn't resist, and quietly looked at him with bent eyes, like a gentle little moon.

"Then I'll come see you tomorrow?" Yan Qingchi asked gently.