Yan QingChi didn't expect that, it was just half an hour's work, and the matter turned out to be that Jiang Mochen and him invited Liao Sibo to dinner.
He followed Jiang Mochen out of the set, and there was only one question in his mind along the way: Why should I invite him to dinner? According to the story of the last time, shouldn't it be him who invited me to dinner?
But until he got out of the car and entered the restaurant, he didn't understand the problem. He could only comfort himself. If he came, he would settle down. Since Jiang Mochen said please, please please.
Yan QingChi sat next to Jiang Mochen, watching him order the food, the waiter retired, boredly picked up his mobile phone and prepared to ask Jiang Mochen what was going on, but before he edited his words, he heard a "stab" ——The chair rubbed the floor, Yan QingChi inertially raised his head, and saw Liao Sibo get up, with a cup of tea in his hand, is this?
As he was thinking, he heard Liao Sibo say, "What happened last time was that I was wrong, I shouldn't, and my attitude was not good. Today, I will substitute tea for wine. I apologize to you and hope you can forgive me."
Yan QingChi is a little confused, what's the matter? After just half an hour of conversation, Jiang Mochen finally played his protagonist aura, influenced Liao Sibo with love and justice, let him kneel down and sing to conquer, and did he see his mistakes at the time?
Yan QingChi picked up the tea cup in front of him, got up, and touched him, "I said it last time, since you are Jiang Mochen's friend, I forgive you."
"Thank you." Liao Sibo said, drank the tea directly and showed him the clean bottom of the cup.
Seeing this, Yan QingChi also drank the tea in the cup and said to him: "You are welcome."
He said, sitting down.
Liao Sibo also took his seat back.
The scene was a bit quiet for a while, but luckily soon, the waiters began to serve dishes one after another, Jiang Mochen also started a new topic, and the scene did not cool down.
Yan QingChi sat quietly next to him, listening to the conversation between the two of them, saying a few words if they were interested, and then concentrating on eating dishes when they were not interested, which was considered as spending a meal in harmony with each other.
After dinner, Liao Sibo said goodbye to the two and drove away.
Yan QingChi waited until people left before asking Xiang Jiang Mochen, "Can you explain to me what is going on?"
"Liao Sibo came to me for something. We talked for a while. He felt sorry for his last behavior and wanted to apologize to you. I took advantage of the situation and asked him to have a meal, so that's it."
"Then you told me that you and me invited him to dinner?"
"Yes." Jiang Mochen looked at him, "We are a family, I invite you to invite me together."
Yan QingChi smiled, and felt that his false reasoning also had some truth.
When the two of them returned to the studio, Jiang Mochen received Yuan Mingxu's WeChat message just after he changed his clothes in the show.
"I will return home tomorrow, can you come and pick me up?"
Jiang Mochen returned to him: I was filming and couldn't walk away. Liao Sibo said he would pick you up.
Yuan Mingxu looked at his cell phone in a daze. After a long time, he returned to him: Okay, come on filming.
Jiang Mochen didn't return him, put the phone back in his pocket.
Yan QingChi watched Jiang Mochen change his costume and began to play with Zhao Qiang, holding his cheeks rather helplessly. The most fixed and commonly used outdoor shooting locations for this play are the school where Zhou Fang goes to work and the Mengluo's home community.
Meng Luo lived in an old community, with only seven floors, no elevators, and some narrow steps. Most of the residents in this community are elderly people. They lived here when they were young, and they also live here when they are old, with only children. They moved out and moved into taller and more fashionable high-rise houses.
The greening of this community is good, and many residents still have flowers and plants on the windowsill, which looks very lively.
The film crew focused on filming the scenes in the Mengluo family community in these two days.
However, this has nothing to do with Yan QingChi. Even though he is from Meng Luo, he only has one scene in the community. This scene was shot with Jiang Mochen a few days ago.
Yan QingChi sighed and sighed with his hand. He only felt that the screenwriter had taken great pains to hide the reversal of Meng Luo in the early stage. If he hadn't known the ending, he would have never thought that a person who beats soy sauce was one of the murderers behind the scenes.
He watched Jiang Mochen talking to Zhao Qiang in front of a residential building. The sunlight hit his face. He was gentle and handsome. His complexion was very serious, but his tone was very gentle. While making people feel reliable, he was also intimate. .
Zhao Qiang was opposite him, listening gently and quietly, nodding from time to time, affirming his analysis, "You are right."
Everything looks beautiful, but the change happened at this moment.
Yan QingChi was the person who reacted first. He watched the flowerpot fall and shouted "Jiang Mochen". When everyone was unaware, he rushed forward and threw Jiang Mochen to the ground.
With a "bang", the small flowerpots shattered not far from them, and the fragments of the flowerpots broke apart, only the flowers wrapped in soil fell on the concrete floor, and the red was dazzling.
Yan QingChi looked in the direction and vaguely saw that the curtains of a house moved. He started instantly, without much words, directly looked for the stairs, and ran to the corresponding floor of the house quickly.
Yan QingChi went up to the sixth floor, recalled the location of the house just now, and then turned around and started knocking on the door of Donghu. He knocked a little anxiously and a little fiercely, and no one came to open the door for a long time.
Yan QingChi was angry, and simply took out the key he was carrying from his pocket, and there was a wire hanging on his key ring. This is the habit that Yan QingChi developed before crossing the road-when he was 14 years old, he used a wire to open the door that was maliciously closed and saved the girl who was locked inside because of bullying outside the school.
Since that day, he has habitually hung a wire on the key ring, not to commemorate his helping others this time, but to prevent problems before they happen. ——He is afraid that one day the person locked in the door will become himself, and he will be at a loss. There is nothing around him, even a slightly inconspicuous wire.
However, I didn't expect that Jiang Mochen would use this wire before he could use it.
As soon as Yan QingChi inserted/in the wire, Jiang Mochen went upstairs. He was rushed by Yan QingChi before he could react. Then he heard the sound of the flowerpot landing, and he was about to speak. Yan QingChi was like a spring. Bounced out, three or two steps up the stairs next door. Jiang Mochen immediately followed, and as a result, he had just arrived on the sixth floor, and he had not had time to express what kind of speed Yan QingChi is, so fast, it seemed like he had practiced, and he saw that Yan QingChi was opening the door of Donghu.
"you..."
Before he could say anything, Yan QingChi opened the door, opened the door, and walked in. Jiang Mochen hurriedly followed in. When the other crew members finally got upstairs, they greeted with a "bang". The old anti-theft door blocked them firmly outside.
Yan QingChi entered the door and saw that there was no one in the living room. He simply passed through the living room and walked in. However, before he could walk into the bedroom, he heard footsteps.
A young woman walked up to them with her hair and pajamas, and said in a flustered manner: "Who are you? How did you get in? What are you doing? Get out!"
"It's the flowerpot you pushed." Yan QingChi said indifferently.
"What flower pots are you talking about, I don't know, you go out."
Yan QingChi bypassed her directly, looked around, and walked towards the bedroom-that is the direction where the flowerpot fell.
Seeing this, the woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but before she got close, Yan QingChi grabbed her hand and cut behind her back.
The woman screamed in pain.
Yan QingChi pushed her away, and then entered the bedroom in front of him. The bedroom was very messy. The bed was full of underwear, skirts and socks. Uneaten potato chips and drinks were placed on the bedside table, and there was a table on the other side of the table. A computer, a few magazines next to the computer, and a poster of a male celebrity on the wall behind the computer.
Yan QingChi walked directly to the window, opened the curtains, looked at the window sill and looked out again. Sure enough, not far from the window sill, it was the pot of broken flowers.
Yan QingChi turned his head, pointed at the mark on the bottom of the flowerpot remaining on the window sill, and said calmly and indifferently, "What is this? There are still water marks on the windowsill. You just watered the flowers, where are the flowers?"
The woman was outside the door, her body trembling, "The flower is dead, I took it and threw it."
"Where did you throw it?"
"Why are you asking this! What does it have to do with you! This is my home, you give me out!"
"Throw it downstairs, right?" Yan QingChi said calmly: "You want to kill Jiang Mochen, right?"
Jiang Mochen unconsciously looked at the woman next to her, and saw her body trembling more and more, her eyes were a little red, and she shouted at Yan QingChi: "You go out, this is my house, if you don't go out, I will call the police."
"That's right, I plan to call the police too." Yan QingChi said, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to dial 110.
The woman saw his behavior, her eyes widened in an instant, and she rushed over, trying to grab his mobile phone.
Before Yan QingChi had time to shoot, Jiang Mochen stopped her from behind.
He looked at the struggling person in front of him, until this time, he still didn't understand, "Why do you want to kill me?"
He thought it was just an accident. She accidentally touched the flowerpot and almost hurt herself by accident. As a result, it turned out to be deliberate.
The woman was suppressed by him, turned back and stared at him fiercely, her eyes were very red, with tears in her eyes, she kept struggling with her hands and shouting to let go.
Yan QingChi dialed 110 in this gap. When the woman heard him say "Hey", she struggled almost frantically. She shouted, "You can't do this, you will ruin me, I don't want to go to jail, you can not be like this!"
Yan QingChi calmly repeated the situation and hung up the phone.
"You called the police, you called the police." The woman said foolishly.
"Yes, I called the police."
"Asshole, you are all assholes! How can you do this! How can you call the police!" she cried.
"You murdered deliberately, why can't I call the police."
"I didn't want to kill her again, I just wanted to teach him a lesson, I just wanted him to experience some setbacks and sufferings, what was wrong with me."
Yan QingChi sneered, "Are you God?"
"I am not, but is he? Why can he be so smooth sailing? Why should he have what he wants? He is already so popular, isn't it enough to have popularity! Why win prizes! Lin Ke has nothing, no Popularity, no resources, and winning the prize is his only hope. Only by winning the prize can he have more resources. Blame him! Blame him! It's because Lin Ke didn't get the Golden Guild Award. There are no resources at all! It is not easy for everyone in this world, so why should he suffer some setbacks if he wants the wind and the wind and the rain and the rain!"
Jiang Mochen was stunned. He turned his head unconsciously, and saw that on the computer screen that was turned on, in the open post, in the text box that had not had time to publish, he was editing a paragraph: Is Jiang Mochen dead today? not dead! Is the little madman crazy today? crazy! What is it like to be the master of your own family? Does the little lunatic really have no counts? The male stars and actresses who have slept can't count with both hands. Fishing for fans/fans, after so long debut, so many resources are not resources What kind of coffee is, and I don't know which funder is so willing to spend money. I am envious of my real name!
He looked at the woman who was still struggling and cursing in front of him, and for some reason, he felt some helpless sadness in his heart.