Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

When Jiang Zicheng got out of the bathroom wet and wet, Xie Beiwang was conducting a transnational audio conference in the study.

The study door is not closed, and the sound is mellow in English, and the speaking speed is extremely fast. Xie Beiwang placed his fingers crossed on the table, with a serious expression, only occasionally said one or two sentences, each sentence being concise and straight to the center.

Xie Beiwang noticed that Jiang Zicheng had stopped at the door, doing two things with one mind. His eyes circled on Jiang Zicheng's feet for a while. After confirming that the waterproof tape was intact, he moved his eyes to the young man's short hair.

Jiang Zicheng didn't blow his hair. His short wet hair was attached to his forehead, showing beautiful facial features. The water vapor steamed his skin white and tender, and it looked delicious.

Xie Beiwang raised his finger and pointed at his hair.

Jiang Zicheng actually understood, and lip-synched to answer him: "Blow again later."

Xie Beiwang frowned.

Jiang Zicheng understood again. He shook his head like a puppy and threw the drops of water out of his head. He replied, "I'll go air-drying later. I will dry it now."

He shook his hair too hard, and even a few drops of water flew into the study and landed on the floor. For fear of being dragged down and dragging the floor, Jiang Zicheng ran away with his tail between his feet.

Half an hour later, Xie Beiwang's conference call ended, and Jiang Zicheng also tidied himself up and walked out of the bedroom beautifully.

He came to Xie Beiwang's house temporarily, except for the costumes he shot on the set yesterday. He didn't have any clothes. Originally, Jiang Zicheng was still hesitating about what clothes to wear to eat hot pot, but Xie Beiwang went to the locker room and took out a few sets of clothes soon.

These clothes are small size men's clothing, stylish and casual, very fashionable. At first glance, they are not Xie Beiwang's style of dressing, but more suitable for young artists like Jiang Zicheng.

Xie Beiwang said without changing his face: "The few Korean male stars that Yingying likes endorsed these brands. She bought a lot of men's clothing to support her idols, but she couldn't wear them, so she had to throw them all at me."

When Jiang Zicheng heard this, he said hurriedly, "Isn't this not so good? Even if she can't wear the clothes endorsed by her idol, she will definitely be reluctant to let others wear it."

"..." Xie Beiwang didn't think about this at all. Although he is the owner of an entertainment company, he doesn't quite understand these things. He thought: So there are so many rules for star chasing.

Jiang Zicheng said: "Let me ask Miss Xie."

With that said, Jiang Zicheng took out his mobile phone to send a message to "Ms. Xie".

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: Is Miss Xie here?

Xie: Yes.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: Yes, I stayed overnight at Mr. Xie yesterday, and I am going out to meet friends today. I don't have suitable clothes to wear. Do I borrow the menswear you bought?

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: I will wash it after I wear it. If you mind, I can buy a few more new sets and return it to you.

Xie: It doesn't matter, you can wear it.

Xie: I gave it to you.

Jiang Zicheng thought that he was indeed the daughter of the Xie family. Among these piles of clothes, the cheapest T-shirt cost 4,000 to 5,000 yuan, and a few coats and jeans were worth tens of thousands. She said that as a gift, she would give it away. , Even the punctuation marks have not changed.

Jiang Zicheng's hands were itchy, and he sent several expressions to Miss Xie. Hugging thighs, swimming in the money pile...etc. The last expression is a screenshot of a TVB TV series.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: [I have money to do whatever I want].Jpg

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Xie: I do have money, but I will not do whatever I want with money.

Xie: I have money and I just want to let the people I like do whatever they want.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: Wow, that person you like is really lucky.

Thanks: [Smile] [Smile] [Smile] [Smile]

When Jiang Zicheng raised his head from the phone, Xie Beiwang, who was standing opposite him, also happened to lock the screen of the phone and put it in his pocket.

Xie Beiwang: "I just told the secretary a few business matters."

Jiang Zicheng didn't care, happily chose a good-looking one from the pile of clothes, and ran to change it.

Winter is about to enter, and the outdoor temperature is very low. Jiang Zicheng chose a pair of skinny jeans with a thicker fabric and a light blue long-sleeved T-shirt, and a black leather jacket lined with lambswool. The whole person is heroic, clean and upright, like a straight little white poplar.

A pair of brand-new Martin leather boots has been placed in the hallway-strangely, the size of the shoes that Miss Xie bought is just right for his feet?

Jiang Zicheng had planned to take a taxi to the hot pot restaurant by himself, but he didn't expect that there would be a driver waiting at the door.

Jiang Zicheng was taken aback, turned around and looked at Xie Beiwang in the living room.

The man sits on the sofa with his legs crossed, holding an ipad in one hand and a stylus pen in the other to write and draw on the screen.

He didn't lift his head, but he seemed to see Jiang Zicheng's line of sight and said, "Your feet are still not good, so you are not allowed to eat spicy food."

"Oh...oh." Jiang Zicheng nerdy, thinking of the scene in the bathroom just now, he only felt that he had been roasted on the fire again, and there was a burst of enthusiasm in his heart, hot and spicy.

Obviously it's just a bandage-obviously it's just a bandage.

Xie Beiwang said again: "Go early and return early."

Jiang Zicheng nodded in response.

With the support of the driver, he limped out of Xie Beiwang's residence, not daring to look back at him.

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Jiang Zicheng stayed at Xie Beiwang's house for three days. Xie Beiwang went to the company to work as usual for the remaining two days except for the "rest" at home on the first day.

Xie Beiwang is busy with work, leaving early and returning late, even after returning home, he still has to deal with official duties. He hired a housekeeper to cook and clean every day. Under the care of the aunt, Jiang Zicheng gained weight for two days in three days. He felt like a piggy in captivity.

When Xie Beiwang came home from get off work that day, Jiang Zicheng was sitting at the dining table holding a porcelain bowl and drinking soup quietly.

The soup was fragrant and fragrant, and the appearance of Jiang Zicheng drinking the soup was really "tempting", and Xie Beiwang suddenly became a little hungry.

Jiang Zicheng was "sending someone under the fence" and was very conscious. Seeing that Xie Beiwang had been staring at the soup in his bowl, he took the initiative to ask: "Will Xie always drink the soup? This pig's knuckle soup has been simmered for a whole day, and it tastes delicious~"

Xie Beiwang nodded, changed into home clothes, and sat down across from Jiangzicheng. There was also a white porcelain soup cup on the table in front of him. The soup was thick, white and sweet, and the two pieces of pig's feet that were stewed softly and thoroughly sank on the bottom of the bowl. When the chopsticks were clamped, the glutinous rice was separated and held in the mouth. It melts as soon as you sip it, and it melts when you mouth it.

Jiang Zicheng gnawed the pig's feet with relish, first swallowed the fleshy skin into his belly with a "sucking" sound, then gently bit the cartilage with his teeth, and moved it left and right, then took it off in one piece, and "clicked" and "clicked" in his mouth Chewing. When he encountered the tendons, he was so happy that his eyebrows flew wildly, the elasticity was moderate, the front teeth and the molars were on the same level, and he vowed to grind it into mud.

Xie Beiwang originally didn't like to drink soup, but when he saw Jiang Zicheng's taste like this, he couldn't help moving his index finger, holding up a spoonful, and savoring it carefully.

Jiang Zicheng finished a bowl and served another bowl. He said, "It's delicious, right?"

Xie Beiwang nodded: "This housekeeping aunt is good at craftsmanship."

Jiang Zicheng threw a small bone on the table with a "poof", opened his eyes, and said proudly, "Who said the housekeeping aunt did it?"

"Who is that?"

"It's An Wen's assistant. She asked the assistant to stew the soup and hand it to Brother Hu, and Brother Hu asked Kevin to send it to me." Jiang Zicheng said, "Oh, yes, An Wen is the one who made this movie of mine. The heroine, she..."

"I know who she is." Xie Beiwang put down the soup, and he suddenly felt that the soup was not good at all, greasy and dull. He asked: "Why are you still in touch with An Wen?"

Jiang Zicheng is inexplicable: "Why can't I have contact? She is a nice person, does the company still care who I make friends with?"

Xie Beiwang: "She hurt your foot."

Jiang Zicheng felt even more ridiculous: "Mr. Xie, you don't know the truth! Even if you want to blame, you can't blame An Wen, it's obviously Zhou Manyu's fault."

Xie Beiwang also prepared countless reasons: "She is a boyfriend and girlfriend with that Zhou Eel. If she really treats you as a friend, she will definitely let Zhou Eel apologize to you... But now Zhou Eel apologizes? Nothing."

Jiangzicheng is speechless.

He had never discussed Zhou Manyu's affairs with An Wen. The two people seemed to have a tacit understanding and avoided this topic by coincidence. But kevin and tony, the two gossip kings, came back with a lot of useful news. It is said that these little traffic lovers have been arguing on the set in the past few days, and some people ran into An Wen jealously running out of the lounge, and Zhou Manyu chased him. Then the two performed a "I don't listen, I don't listen" and "If you don't listen, I will kiss you forcibly".

Jiang Zicheng was also very speechless.

But in general, An Wen has no shortcomings as a friend, except for being blind and soft-hearted and treating scumbags as treasures. She changed Jiang Zicheng's view of flow artists-she did not have good acting skills, but she was dedicated and hardworking, never played a big name, and was very considerate. Of course Jiang Zicheng would like to be friends with her.

Recently, the director has frequently urged Jiang Zicheng to resume work on WeChat, and the medical expenses and mental losses will be borne by the crew. I hope he can return to the crew as soon as possible and finish the remaining three days of filming.

After hearing this, Xie Beiwang said categorically: "Impossible. Before Zhou Manyu apologizes publicly, don't want to take a step out of my apartment."

Jiang Zicheng was weak and reminded him: "... Mr. Xie, you are personal imprisonment."

Xie Beiwang asked, "Which ‘jian’?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

At this time, Jiang Zicheng did not expect at all that a day later, he actually received Zhou Manyu's public apology.