MTL - Rebirth of a Movie Star-Chapter 14 Qiu Xiaohai

...... The steadily climbing gang has lived a play, the end of the whole drama, and the smashing cocktail party was held at the Ronghua Hall last night. The crew and the actors were all in full, happy to celebrate with champagne, and for the stage to score a new high from 6 to 7 o'clock, everyone was very excited...

Director Zhou Chuncai said emotionally that the whole drama is a whisper of the scriptwriter's pen, and it is under the turbulence of many new generations of actors and even netizens. The new ideas are constantly changing, and the small soldiers can make great achievements and have such good results. In terms of personal performance, Bai Lang, who plays Jiang Xincheng, has grown a lot with the drama and performed well. This is the most gratifying thing for being a director...

With the broadcast of the morning news, the image of Bai Lang is also being broadcast in the picture.

A flash of flashing light, the white dress of a black dress is slender and straight, beautiful and handsome.

Clean eyebrows and kind smiles, like the unicombs in the huge advertisements on the streets of uni, make people like them.

Kang Jian sat in front of his TV, put down the newspaper, and stared at Bai Lang inside.

A few months ago, the person inside was laughing like this in front of him; even more sincere, at your fingertips...

Therefore, Kang Jian has been thinking about why Bai Lang, who is a good temper, will suddenly become cold to himself. Wu Shengen said that after he became popular, he turned his face and did not recognize people. Kang Xin’s heart was unbelievable. A while ago, he was confident that he would look at people's eyes and there are still some people. Bai Lang is not so snobbish, and the time is actually not right.

But the hostility of the studio is real.

There was no coldness in the eyes, no trace of falsehood.

... So, is it that my mind is perceived by Bai Lang?

Kang Jian thought about the filming day before, the last time they met, they were chatting with beer at Bailang’s apartment.

That night, he persuaded a few words of wine, but Bai Lang insisted on drunk. Kang Jian was drunk and Bai Lang’s plan was not fulfilled, but he was drunk with a drink. With the drunkenness and softness, Kang Jian pressed the whole person to Bai Lang's body, and between his feet, his lips were able to wipe the face of Bai Lang. He is more and more interested in Bai Lang. The more he looks at it, the more itchy, and finally he can't help it.

However, Kang Jian's self-confidence scale is controlled in the normal range. The next day, nothing is like playing a cell phone and chatting with Bai Lang. At that time, Bai Lang did not have any abnormalities, and Kang Jian was more comfortable.

Therefore, Kang Jian did not think about it in the first place. However, after repeated remarks during this period of time, Kang Jian’s attitude suddenly changed, and Kang Jian finally had to think of this...

Plus, when I was on the phone, Kang Jian was almost sure that it would be a white lover.

Morning, nasal, bath, cell phone. Every condition is screaming, and Bai Lang must sleep on the same bed the night before, otherwise no one will pick up someone else's mobile phone.

Thinking of this, Kang Jian has a dark shackle.

Is it for the person that Bailang must make a clear distinction with himself?

If this is the case, he can forgive Bai Lang for being so to him; he also likes the lover of interest, and the personality of Bai Lang is very suitable.

Unfortunately, Bai Lang is not his... but there is still more time.

The combination of points in this circle is a matter of moments. As long as he has patience, he will be able to wait for the opportunity.

By that time, Bai Lang would not mind his approach; they can still start from friends...

As long as he develops well, he will not be considered to just want to climb the reputation of Bai Lang.

He is confident that one day he will go to Bailang.

Kang Jian put his hand into his trousers, kneading and breathing faster.

***

The next day after the killing party, Bai Lang was late in the double bed in the bedroom. She woke up and stayed for a few seconds and couldn’t remember how she slept last night.

Pressed on the slightly swollen eyelids, left and right, and found that the other side of the double bed was messy. The black dress that was worn last night was smashed into a ball and thrown on the floor... I want a grandfather to care for This is a rare experience.

Bai Lang climbed out of bed, hang up the expensive dress, and then swallowed it into the bathroom.

After the end of the play, the previous endorsement work of Bai Lang's digestion also came to an end. Next, in addition to Zhu Kuan's movie Jin Yuqi, Fang Hua did not help Bai Lang to take too much work.

According to Fang Hua’s statement, Bai Lang’s recent exposure rate is quite enough. Next, there will be a month’s stock of the drama and the finale to be broadcast, plus those who have been endorsed for a while, without a little control, it will be exposed. Excessive and annoying to the audience.

This gave Bai Lang a short space and rested. However, Fang Hua still gave homework. She wanted Bai Lang to read the Jin Yu's foreign scripts several times. She also found a hand-made suit master who heard that it was quite famous. Let Bai Lang go there to customize a few suits, and take a look. What is going on? Of course, please contact Fang Fanghua in the apprenticeship.

However, Bai Lang decided to rest today.

Because he still didn't think about it, how to deal with the moon cake on the table.

Or, he has an answer, but when it is actually implemented, there is a pain to re-seal the scar.

After returning from the city, Bai Lang changed his address and changed the phone, but the old mobile phone number was not disabled.

But until today, the family never called Bailang; explaining the check, even any rhetoric.

Now, what is the meaning of a box of moon cakes?

Is to remind Bai Lang, even if he is born again, he still does not have a real sense of home?

I found myself staring at the box of moon cakes again, Bai Lang slammed his head, decided to treat the moon cake, and the eyes were not seen.

Before reaching out, there was almost no doorbell used by visitors, and it actually rang.

叮咚~叮咚～

***

Open the door, Bai Lang Wei Wei, because there is no one outside the door.

A voice of milk and milk came out, I am here, where are you?

Bai Lang bowed his head and found a little boy about five or six years old, looking up at himself, looking at himself for a moment.

Bai Lang stayed, ... which one to look for? Here is the 8th floor of the d building. Going the wrong way?

The little boy was carrying his back, and the two little hands were clutching the shoulder straps of the bag, and his expression was a little bit uneasi.

You, you are Jiang Xincheng, right?

... such a small fan? Bai Lang did not believe, and looked around, but did not find other people.

On the first floor of a luxury apartment, the only gateway to the elevator is here.

Bai Lang had to kneel down. Body, ask carefully, yes, I am. What about your mom and dad? How come you alone? Who brought you here? It is reasonable to say that the door is also strictly banned.

The little boy squirmed his mouth and said loudly, I, I am coming to find my father, let me in!

Bai Lang is a stay, Dad? Which one? What is your name?

I, my name is Qiu Xiaohai, the little boy swallowed a slobber, and I could see that my heart was nervous, but my voice was not whispering. My father hatred, the car you were sitting on was my father, I, I know!

Bai Lang opened his mouth and after a few seconds, he had to give this little ancestor a door.

***

After entering the house, Bai Lang first went into the kitchen to get a half cup of ice milk, and at the same time dialed the phone to give the enemy, but Qiu Qian has been busy in the line, even after the three links, Bai Lang had to pause.

Known as Qiu Qian’s son Qiu Xiaohai, he took off his schoolbag and climbed up to the sofa. He swayed his calf and looked west. He was curious.

Bai Lang came to the living room, handed the cup, dare not drink milk?

Qiu Xiaohai nodded and took the cup actively, but the cup was too heavy to slip a hand, Bai Lang rushed to help, Qiu Xiaohai took Bai Lang's hand and sipped a half cup of ice milk. Just looking at his mouth red, Bai Lang guessed him thirsty. There are so many on the set, and his mother is also taking care of it.

Bai Lang took a piece of paper and wiped the white beard on Qiu Xiaohai's mouth. Qiu Xiaohai squinted and cooperated. He said that his hand would also be wiped. Bai Lang changed his wet tissue and carefully wiped it.

Ok, let me talk about why I am here to find my father? Tell the family?

Bai Lang squatted in front of the sofa and looked at the little boy without words.

At the time when the previous Bailang died, the whole company knew that although the boss Qiu Qian had no marriage record, he had a son and his age was unknown.

It seems that because of the relationship between the enemy, Qiu Qiang has hidden his son deeply and never let him appear in front of people.

Bai Lang’s serious expression made Qiu Xiaohai converge, and he closed his chin and looked at Bai Lang.

I, I came with Azan, he lived next door, I went home in his car...

Qiu Xiaohai’s eyebrows are wide-eyed, and he can see the shadow of Liu Cheng’s hatred, but the round face is still much more lovely.

Bai Lang frowned, who is Azan?

Azan is sitting next door to me, Qiu Xiaohai immediately answered the spirit, he called Rongzan, know a lot, we are good friends!

When Bai Lang heard the surname, he licked his face and thought that the world was really small.

Rong Siyu said that their house is in this house. They lived in the second brother who had been married and moved out. Therefore, they bought a few more layers. Besides the second brother, there is also a layer under the name of Rong Si. But usually, Rong Sizhen is still a single-family villa in the suburbs. On that day, Rong Siyi followed Bai Lang back here, just to take a look at his second brother...

Therefore, dare to love this kid is watching TV; otherwise he will not call himself Jiang Xincheng, but also admire that he knows that he lives here, and then see the car from the photos of the newspapers, knowing that he knows his father, he ran over to find father? Simple and rude links, there is really no bias.

Bai Lang can only sigh, then you come over, did you first tell the family? Remember the phone at home?

Qiu Xiaohai looked at the beginning with a look of resistance, no. Yang Lan will not let me come, she will marry me, I don't want to call home. I don't want to tell her either!

Bai Lang was speechless again, so he had to pick up his mobile phone and continue to dial. I don't know if Qiu Qiang received a notice that my son didn't see it. The parties were in contact, and the mobile phone still couldn't get in. Bai Lang tried it for a long time and didn't make it. Qiu Xiaohai screamed at Bai Lang and squirmed his lips.

I, I will find you to write homework, I will go home after I finish writing.

Bai Lang looked at Xiao Hai’s lost face. What kind of homework should be specially run for me to write?

... Jiang Xincheng is accompanying Jiang Le to write homework, you know Dad, you, you can accompany me. Qiu Xiaohai pouted and bowed his calf.

Bai Lang looked at the low head and suddenly became clear. Is it better to ask your father to accompany you?

Qiu Xiaohai squatted on the sofa with his little finger. Yang Lan said that his father was very busy and could not argue with him. You will be with me, then Dad will come, ... Dad will pick me up? After saying that Qiu Xiaohai looked at Bai Lang.

The envy of the face, I saw a bit of pain in Bai Lang’s heart.

Because in front of the sofa where Qiu Xiaohai sat, there was still a box of moon cakes that Bai Lang wanted to throw but could not lose.

Some people want it, but they don't. Some people know it, but they don't seem to know how to cherish it.

Bai Lang then changed the newsletter to Qiu Qian. Your son is here. You come to redeem.

After it was issued, Bai Lang touched the head of Qiu Xiaohai. We first ate, then wrote homework, waiting for your father.

Qiu Xiaohai raised his small head and his eyes brightened with surprise.

what do you like eating? curry? fried chicken? Steamed eggs? Still what?

Bai Lang lists a list of foods that children may like.

Qiu Xiaohai gave a big smirk, scallions!

......

Bai Lang is abandoning, father and son are the same.

***

Half an hour later, Qiu Qian appeared black.

Qiu Xiaohai spit out the scallion cake that was still biting in his mouth, and the spirit hid behind the white thigh.

However, he was immediately smothered by the enemy, and he screamed when he didn’t call it; he beat his **** and fully reflected his family style. 2k novel reading network