Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Help: When you soak in a bath inlaid with gold, eagles and silver, enjoying the "call of the beast", when you open your eyes, you find the company president standing next to you, looking at you with an unpredictable look-what should you do? do?

Facing this shocking problem, Jiang Zicheng slid into the bath without breathing.

The hot water didn't pass over his head in an instant, and the bubbles floating in the water blocked his sight. Jiang Zicheng thumped on all fours together. It was obvious that the bath was very shallow, but he slipped under his feet and couldn't stand up.

There was a seemingly non-existent sigh on the surface of the water.

"...How can I be so stupid."

A pair of hot big hands reached into the bathtub, embraced Jiang Zicheng's shoulders, and fished him out of the hot pool like a doll, saving him from the ridiculous ending of "drowning in the bathtub".

Jiang Zicheng sat on the ground next to the bath, wet and naked. He stared at the man standing in front of him in shock, his mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

In order to "rescue" him, Xie Beiwang's clothes were also completely wet. The front of the water-stained suit and waistcoat was opened, and a transparent shirt soaked in water was attached to the body, outlining a clear muscle outline. As I breathed, my chest rose and fell slightly, and water droplets rolled from his Adam's apple, and quickly disappeared under the buttons of his shirt.

Even if the two are one meter apart, Jiang Zicheng can still feel the heat on the man's body.

—This is the real president! alive! Not an illusion!

He nearly drowned when he was flying in the bathtub in Jiang Zicheng, and was rescued by Mr. Xie again!

This is the beginning of what an absurd romance movie. Now even a small-cost online drama with a budget of 800,000 episodes dare not fool the script so much! !

Jiang Zicheng asked: "Mr. Xie, why are you here?"

As soon as the words were spoken, he reacted: Miss Xie must have flown to Venice with Mr. Xie. It's because of his preconceivedness and no need to think about why the presidential suite is a double master bedroom!

Sure enough, Xie Beiwang did not answer this obvious question.

With one hand in his pocket, he looked at Jiang Zicheng condescendingly, and asked, "Why are you here again?"

Jiang Zicheng was so embarrassed that he stammered and explained how he and Miss Xie exchanged rooms. Not only did the voice lower and lower, but the body shrank and shrinked.

He couldn't get a wisp of light on his body now, only to blame him for throwing the bathrobe directly at the door when he was in the bath, he had nothing to cover up.

Jiang Zicheng suddenly remembered the future he had "predicted"-Xie Beiwang wanted to raise him with his wallet!

His ability is limited, and the foreseeable future is only a few minutes. There is no antecedent, no consequence, and what he can see is entirely by luck. Jiang Zicheng had no way of knowing when Xie Beiwang had the idea of ​​nurturing himself, he could only do his best to avoid this period of the future (although he didn't know whether his escape was useful).

He squatted on the ground, thinking sadly: Is that "opportunity" right now? Mr. Xie saw his body that was as pure as a lotus flower, so he became lewd. He wanted to treat himself like this, but he would rather die than he would. So Mr. Xie was furious and threw out a paper support contract, and then...

The more he thought about it, the more he became anxious, and he really didn't understand where he was attracting gays. Why did Huang Jiaming walk away and Xie Beiwang came again.

Why can his eyes only predict the future, but can't launch shock waves like the Kryptonians, and electrocute these men who covet his flesh?

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a soft bath towel fell from the sky and landed on his head.

The white bath towel was soft and skin-friendly, with a fresh lemon scent on it, which quickly absorbed the cold water droplets from Jiang Zicheng's body. Jiang Zicheng struggled to stretch his head out of the bath towel, and looked at the man who handed him the bath towel.

Xie Beiwang still couldn't see any mood swings on his face, he said in a commanding tone: "Wipe clean, go back and rest quickly."

Listening to his tone, it seemed that the matter had already been exposed.

Jiang Zicheng was overjoyed and stood up with a shiver wrapped in a bath towel: "Thank you..."

Xie Beiwang interrupted him: "I'll talk about compensation tomorrow."

Jiang Zicheng: "...???" What, what compensation?

Xie Beiwang's eyebrows drooped, and he untied the silver watch on his right wrist. His movements are not hurried or slow, and they are very elegant. If it was another occasion, Jiang Zicheng would almost suspect that Xie Beiwang was shooting a print advertisement for this watch.

The dial of that watch is beautiful cobalt blue with a small circle of diamonds inlaid around the dial. The overall appearance is more casual and business style, which matches very well with this suit of Xie Beiwang.

I only heard Xie Beiwang say: "I came out in a hurry this time. I stayed for five days and only brought three watches."

Jiang Zicheng: "..." What does he want to say, do you want to say that Mr. Xie is so hard-working and thrifty?

Xie Beiwang looked down at the watch in his palm: "This piece is a Patek Philippe Nautilus, not expensive, less than one million."

Jiang Zicheng: "..." The wealthy people have a terrible outlook on money.

The man suddenly raised his head and smiled at Jiang Zicheng: "The problem is that it is not waterproof."

Jiang Zicheng: "!!!"

Just now Jiang Zicheng took a plane and hit the plane and crashed into the sea. Xie Beiwang had no time to take off his watch when he picked him up from the bath.

…So hundreds of thousands of watches were scrapped.

…So, this debt must be counted on the head of Jiangzicheng.

Xie Beiwang saw that Jiang Zicheng still wanted to deny him, and said: "It's okay if you don't want to pay for the watch. How about me and you calculating my mental loss expenses?"

Let the CEO of Ruici Entertainment Group appreciate the passionate performance of the subordinate employees. This account is estimated to be worth the income of a drama in Jiangzicheng, right?

Jiang Zicheng had already taken out all his money and invested it in the hot pot restaurant, and even mortgaged a small house under his name. He can't even pay his assistant's salary now, so he can't think of falling six-figure arrears from the sky, making him dizzy.

He aggrieved and asked: "...Mr. Xie, is it okay to pay in installments?"

"Yes." Xie Beiwang said, "I don't take advantage of you. The interest rate should be the same as the commercial loan interest rate."

"..." Jiang Zicheng thought, okay, all the cheap things are taken up by you.

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Jiang Zicheng returned to the bedroom depressed, the more he thought about it, the more upset he became.

He collapsed on the big bed and lost his thoughts of "expedition". He took out his cell phone from under his pillow and angrily sent "Ms. Xie" WeChat.

He had many complaints to say, but in the end it was only a polite sentence that fell at his fingertips.

It's Jiang Zicheng, not Jiang Chengzi: Miss Xie, have you rested yet? I thought about it, let's change the room back. I will affect Mr. Xie's work here, and he certainly doesn't want to live with his employees.

Unexpectedly, Miss Xie responded very quickly.

Xie: No effect.

Xie: Very good.

Xie: I am very satisfied with the current room allocation.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi:...

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: Even if you want to chase stars up close, you have to think about Dabai. My room is only forty square meters, not as big as Dabai's playroom. You take it to live in that small room, how uncomfortable it is.

Xie: Forty square meters is really too cramped.

Xie: Let's do this, I will have someone send Xie Dabai up tomorrow. During these few days in Venice, Diao will be yours.

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi: ...? ? ?

It's Jiangzicheng, not Jiangchengzi:...! !

No, wait! He came to Venice to walk the red carpet, not to be a daddy for a ferret!

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Early the next morning, Jiang Zicheng was awakened by the exclusive butler of the presidential suite on the kingsize bed.

Along with him, there is a hearty breakfast that can be enjoyed in bed.

When the two maids pushed the one-meter-long breakfast table in bed, Jiang Zicheng felt that the entire bedroom would be illuminated by the light of money.

Before falling asleep last night, he was still thinking angrily that he must change the room back the next day. But he just lay down on a soft big bed for one night and enjoyed a rich and delicious breakfast. His proletarian heart was immediately eroded by the sugar-coated cannonballs of capitalism.

…Yes, or just stay a few more days, right?

After a big deal, he would avoid Mr. Xie and go away. When taking a bath, he would remember to lock the opposite door tightly, and he would never get out of the accident of a plane crash.

After enjoying breakfast, Jiang Zicheng walked out of the bedroom and met Miss Xie by accident.

Today, Xie Yingying did not wear a skirt, but a shorts and T-shirt that was convenient for exercise, and a pair of sneakers on her feet, full of youthful breath. She woke up early today and was going to chase Ouba. Before departure, she went upstairs and handed Xie Dabai to the temporary dad.

She was still worried that Xie Dabai would admit her life, but she didn't think that this guy would actually cling to Jiang Zicheng's arms, his two front paws gently hooked his shirt, and leisurely flicked his tail.

Xie Yingying was a little jealous: "It's really strange, Xie Dabai and his brother are fine, why he only met you once and kissed you like that."

Jiang Zicheng proudly said: "Of course it's because I look pretty. From my eight-year-old sister to the eighty-eight-year-old grandmother, no girl dislikes me."

Xie Yingying: "Xie Dabai is male."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Seeing his frustration, Xie Yingying hurriedly comforted him: "But don't worry, he has been sterilized, maybe he likes a male like you."

Jiang Zicheng felt more complicated after hearing her comfort.

Xie Yingying said: "By the way, a call came in yesterday to find you. It was not an internal call. I didn't want to answer it at first, but it kept ringing. I couldn't bear it, so I answered it."

Jiang Zicheng asked: "Is it a reporter? The leak of the room number is unavoidable. Just unplug the phone line next time."

"No, it's a Taiwanese artist who called." Xie Yingying said, "He said he is Huang Jiaming. I have seen his play and it's not bad. Is he your friend?"

Jiang Zicheng couldn't help but cursed.

Xie Yingying was taken aback by him. When they met several times, Jiang Zicheng was a good and polite image. He was obviously older, but he looked like a brother next door, well-behaved and very cute. I didn't think that today I would explode foul language for a phone call.

Jiang Zicheng knew he had made a mistake, and hurriedly apologized: "...I'm sorry, I scared you. I am not friends at all with the surname Huang, and I can't even talk about acquaintances. I don't know where he got my room number. Call to harass." He asked again, "You didn't tell him about our changing room, did you?"

"No, no." The girl shook her head, "He is so strange, his tone is very resentful, plus the Taiwanese accent itself is soft, it sounds a bit like..."

"...Resent woman, right?" Jiang Zicheng grabbed his hair and messed up the hairstyle that took twenty minutes to make. "I worked with him before! At that time, the crew wanted to fry our CP, so I just acted. Ordinary business, casually interacting and making sugar, I don't think he is gay, he wants to do a fake show with me, and even sneaked into my room several times to attack me."

Jiang Zicheng didn't tell anyone about this, and even Hu and Uncle Cai were prevarication, but somehow, he couldn't hold back the thoughts of wanting to talk to Xie Yingying.

He thought, it must be because he often "chat" with Miss Xie on WeChat, subconsciously treating her as his friend.

Xie Yingying was really taken aback by his shocking news. Huang Jiaming's character set has always followed the straight line. He has a tanned skin and has developed a muscle. How can he think of his bones bent into a circle, and he would directly attack his colleagues on the set.

There was a hint of arrogance from the corner of her eyes, and the aura was full, and Jiang Zicheng actually saw Xie Beiwang's shadow on her in a daze.

She said: "Don't worry, you are now an artist of Ricci Entertainment. No one in the entertainment circle dares to force Ricci's people to do things they don't want to do."

"Don't worry, he can't force me." Jiang Zicheng made a gesture, "Huang Jiaming, it's the one below."

"...???"

"The setting is difficult. When we took a bath together, he turned his back to me and picked up soap eight times in slow motion, and asked me whether his **** was up."

"...???"

Jiang Zicheng blinked: "Miss Xie, you are a girl who doesn't understand this. Now their **** circle is all over the floor, and they have a weak attack with a northern accent like me. If he can be bent by him, it will be enough for him to be in the sister circle. Show off for three years."