Yan Qingchi never thought that it took only half an hour, and the matter developed to the point where Jiang Mochen invited Liao Sibo to dinner with him.
He followed Jiang Mochen out of the set, and there was only one question in his mind all the way: Why should I invite him to dinner? According to the plot last time, shouldn't he invite me to dinner
But until he got out of the car and entered the restaurant, he didn't think about this problem clearly, he could only comfort himself, if he came, he would be at ease, since Jiang Mochen said please, then please.
Yan Qingchi sat next to Jiang Mochen, watching him finish ordering, the waiter retreated, picked up his mobile phone in boredom to ask Jiang Mochen what was going on, but before he could edit his words, he heard "stab!" A sound—the chair rubbed against the floor, Yan Qingchi looked up inertially, and saw Liao Sibo standing up with a cup of tea in his hand, is this
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Liao Sibo say, "What happened last time was my fault, I shouldn't, and my attitude was bad. Today, I apologize to you with tea instead of wine. I hope you can forgive me."
Yan Qingchi was a little confused, what's going on? In the half-hour conversation just now, Jiang Mochen finally brought into play his aura of the leading role, influenced Liao Sibo with love and justice, made him kneel down and sing Conquer and see clearly his mistakes at that time
Yan Qingchi picked up the teacup in front of him, stood up, and touched him, "I said it last time, for the sake of being Jiang Mochen's friend, I forgive you."
"Thank you." Liao Sibo said, drank the tea in one gulp, 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're welcome."
he said and sat down.
Liao Sibo followed suit and returned to his seat.
The scene was quiet for a while, but fortunately, the waiters started serving dishes one after another, and Jiang Mochen also started a new topic, so the scene didn't cool down.
Yan Qingchi sat beside them quietly, listening to the conversation between the two of them, said a few words if they were interested, and concentrated on eating if they were not interested, and spent a meal time in harmony with each other.
After eating, Liao Sibo said goodbye to the two of them, and drove away directly.
Yan Qingchi waited until the person left before asking Jiang Mochen, "Can you explain to me what's going on now?"
"Liao Sibo came to me for something. We chatted for a while. He felt sorry for his behavior last time and wanted to apologize to you. I took advantage of the opportunity to ask him to have a meal, so that's it."
"Then you told me that you and I invited him to dinner together?"
"Yes." Jiang Mochen looked at him, "We are a family, so if I invite you, I invite you together."
Yan Qingchi laughed, feeling that his fallacious reasoning made some sense.
When the two of them returned to the set, Jiang Mochen received Yuan Mingxu's WeChat just after changing into the clothes for the film.
"I'm going home tomorrow, can you come pick me up?"
Jiang Mochen replied to him: I was filming and couldn't leave, Liao Sibo said he would pick you up.
Yuan Mingxu looked at his phone in a daze, and after a long time, he replied: "Okay then, let's work hard on filming."
Jiang Mochen didn't call him back, and put the phone back in his pocket.
Yan Qingchi watched Jiang Mochen change his costume and start playing against Zhao Qiang again, holding his chin helplessly. The most fixed and frequently used outdoor filming locations for this drama are the school where Zhou Fang works, and the Meng Luojia community.
Meng Luo lived in an old residential complex with only seven floors, no elevator, and the steps were a bit narrow. Most of the residents in this community are elderly people. They lived here when they were young, and they also lived here when they were old. They only had children, and they moved out to live in taller and more fashionable high-rise residences.
The greening of this community is good, and many households have flowers and plants on the windowsills, which look very lifelike.
In the past two days, the crew concentrated on shooting scenes in the Meng Luojia community.
However, this has nothing to do with Yan Qingchi. Although he is from Mengluo, he only has one scene in the community, and this scene was shot with Jiang Mochen a few days ago.
Yan Qingchi sat down with his hand and sighed. He just felt that the screenwriter really took great pains to hide Meng Luo's reversal in the early stage. If he didn't know the ending, he probably wouldn't have thought that the person who made such soy sauce turned out to be one of the murderers behind the scenes. .
He watched Jiang Mochen talking to Zhao Qiang in front of the residential building, the sun was shining on his face, he was gentle and handsome, his face was very serious, but his tone was very gentle, making people feel reliable and close at the same time .
Zhao Qiang was opposite him, listening gently and quietly, nodding from time to time, affirming his analysis, "You're right."
Everything looks good, but the accident happened at this moment.
Yan Qingchi was the first person to react. He watched the flower pot fall and called out "Jiang Mochen". Before everyone realized it, he reflexively rushed over and threw Jiang Mochen to the ground.
With a bang, a small flowerpot shattered not far from them, and the pieces of the flowerpot burst apart, only the broken flowers wrapped in soil fell on the concrete floor, dazzlingly red.
Yan Qingchi looked in the direction, and vaguely saw the curtains of a family move. He got up instantly, without saying a word, directly found the stairs, and quickly ran to the corresponding floor of that house.
Yan Qingchi went up to the sixth floor, recalled the location of the family just now, then turned around and knocked on the door of Donghu's. He knocked anxiously and fiercely, but no one came to answer the door after knocking 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 a habit that Yan Qingchi developed before crossing. 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.
From that day on, he habitually hung a wire on the key ring, not to commemorate his helping others this time, but just to prevent problems before they happen. —He was afraid that one day, the person locked in the door would become himself, and he would be helpless, with nothing around him, not even an inconspicuous wire.
However, unexpectedly, before he could use this wire, Jiang Mochen used it first.
As soon as Yan Qingchi inserted the wire, Jiang Mochen went upstairs. Before he could react, he was thrown by Yan Qingchi, and then he heard the sound of the flower pot falling to the ground. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Yan Qingchi It bounced off like a spring, and went up the stairs next door in two or three steps. Jiang Mochen immediately followed up, but as soon as he reached the sixth floor, he hadn't had time to feel Yan Qingchi's crazy speed, so fast, it seemed like he had practiced it, and saw Yan Qingchi opening the door of Donghu.
"you… "
Before he could say anything, Yan Qingchi had already opened the door, opened the door, and walked in. Jiang Mochen hurriedly followed in, and when the rest of the crew finally went upstairs, there was a "bang" , The old anti-theft door firmly blocked them outside.
Yan Qingchi entered the door, saw that there was no one in the living room, so he simply walked through the living room, but before he could enter the bedroom, he heard footsteps.
A young woman walked up to them with her hair draped over her pajamas, and said in a panic, "Who are you? How did you get in? What are you doing? Get out!"
"You pushed the flowerpot." Yan Qingchi said indifferently.
"What kind of flower pot are you talking about? I don't know. You go out."
Yan Qingchi directly bypassed her, looked around, and walked towards the bedroom—that was the direction where the flower pot fell.
Seeing this, the woman hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but Yan Qingchi grabbed her hand and cut him behind her before she got close.
The woman cried out in pain.
Yan Qingchi pushed her away, and then entered the bedroom in front of him. The bedroom was very messy, underwear, skirts and socks were piled up on the bed, uneaten potato chips and drinks were placed on the bedside table, and there was a table on the other side. A computer, next to the computer are several magazines, and a poster of a male star is pasted on the wall behind the computer.
Yan Qingchi walked directly to the window, opened the curtains, looked at the window sill and then looked out, and sure enough, not far directly below the window sill was the pot of broken flowers.
Yan Qingchi turned his head, pointed to the imprint on the bottom of the flower pot left on the window sill, and asked calmly and indifferently, "What is this? There are still water marks on the window sill. You just watered the flowers, where are the flowers?"
The woman was outside the door, her body trembling a little, "The flower is dead, I will take it and throw it away."
"Where did you throw it?"
"Why are you asking this! What does this have to do with you! This is my home, get out!"
"Throw it downstairs, right?" Yan Qingchi said calmly, "You want to kill Jiang Mochen, right?"
Jiang Mochen unconsciously looked at the woman beside him, and saw that her body was trembling more and more, her eyes were a little red, and she yelled at Yan Qingchi: "You go out, this is my house, if you don't go out, I will call the police. "
"That's just right, I plan to call the police too." Yan Qingchi said, took out his mobile phone, and prepared to call 110.
Seeing his actions, the woman opened her eyes wide in an instant, and rushed over, trying to snatch his mobile phone.
Before Yan Qingchi could make a move, Jiang Mochen stopped her from behind.
He looked at the struggling person in front of him, until this moment, he still didn't understand, "Why do you want to kill me?"
He thought it was just an accident. She accidentally touched the flower pot and almost hurt herself, but it turned out to be deliberate.
The woman was suppressed by him, she turned her head and stared at him fiercely, her eyes were very red, with tears in her eyes, she kept struggling with her hands, shouting to let go.
Yan Qingchi dialed 110 at this moment, and when the woman heard him say "Hello", she almost struggled crazily, and she shouted, "You can't do this, you will destroy me, I don't want to go to jail, you can not do that!"
Yan Qingchi calmly recounted 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 deliberately killed people, why can't I call the police?"
"I didn't intend to kill her. I just wanted to teach him a lesson. I just wanted him to experience some setbacks. What was wrong with me?"
Yan Qingchi sneered, "Are you God?"
"I'm not, but is he? Why can he be so smooth sailing, why can he get what he wants? He is already so popular, isn't it enough to be popular! Why do he still have to win awards! Lin Ke has nothing, nothing Popularity, no resources, winning an award is his only hope, and only by winning an award can he have more resources. It's all his fault! I don’t have any resources! Everyone in this world is having a hard time, so why should he have the wind and the rain, shouldn’t he suffer some setbacks!”
Jiang Mochen was stunned for a moment, he turned his head unconsciously, and saw that on the open computer screen, in the open post, in the text box that had not yet been published, a paragraph was being edited: Did Jiang Mochen die today? not dead! Is the little lunatic crazy today? crazy! What is the boss of my own family? Is the little lunatic really not counting in his heart? The male and female stars who have slept with two hands can’t count, fishing for fans/fans, debuting for so long and feeding so many resources are not resources What is coffee, and I don't know which funder is so willing to spend money, so 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 helpless sadness in his heart.