Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

The amount of information contained in this evening’s conversation was too great. If it were placed a few hours ago, Jiang Zicheng would definitely not believe that the old president Xie Changan, who was active in gossip magazines and who had written a book for him, actually had the ability to look at each other!

Xie Changan also personally admitted to him that he chose Xie Beiwang to inherit his position not because of father-son relationship, but simply because he needed a money-making machine.

Jiang Zicheng walked out of the study lightly and opened the door, only to find a straight figure standing in the corridor outside the door.

Jiang Zicheng was stunned, but he didn't expect that the man who was still circling in his mind just now appeared in front of him.

"Come out?" Xie Beiwang didn't know how long he waited outside the door. After seeing Jiang Zicheng, he immediately walked up to him, raised his right hand, and looked like he wanted to touch his head, but in the end he just fell on his shoulder lightly, "Father didn't make you embarrassed." ?"

The unabashed concern appeared on the man's face.

Before Jiang Zicheng spoke, Mr. Xie's soft snort came from the study.

"Beiwang, what are you doing here? I just chatted with Xiaojiang, and look at you, I won't eat him." Xie Changan snorted, "I have never seen you care about anyone so much. "

Xie Beiwang replied: "I said earlier that Jiang Zicheng is my favorite... an actor, please treat him with due respect."

"Where did I respect him?"

Xie Beiwang didn't answer, his palm on Jiang Zicheng's shoulders used a little force, leading him out of this place of right and wrong.

His relationship with his father is very poor, and he doesn't bother to pretend to be affectionate between his father and son in front of someone he trusts.

...

Mr. Xie lives in the east wing annex of the villa. There is an air corridor connecting the main building and the annex. This air corridor is also decorated with magnificence. European-style wall lamps are made to look like candlesticks. The lights are projected on the people in the corridor. Jiang Zicheng looked up and saw that there were countless specimens displayed on the walls on both sides of the corridor. . From deer heads, bear claws, to butterflies, beetles, and even various leaf specimens, they are neatly nailed to the glass showcase.

In the middle of the corridor, there are three oil painting portraits of the Xie family.

This portrait has been around for some years. In the middle of the portrait, President Xie sits on the luxurious pure leather sofa without anger; beside the sofa, Xie Beiwang, who looks just in his early twenties, looks serious, with his tie tightly tied to his neckline; and the young Xie Yingying is still a little girl who is incomprehensible, her whole center of gravity is leaning against her brother's legs, her expression is ignorant.

Jiang Zicheng stopped in front of this oil painting. He looked up at the portrait of Xie Beiwang, who was much younger than he is now. Somehow, at this moment, he especially wanted to hug the young him.

Hug this man who has withstood countless pressure and alone propped up the Rui Ci Group.

It's a pity that he can't hold the young president.

And the older Xie Beiwang...Well, he lent Jiang Zicheng ten courage, but he didn't dare to hug it.

...

Xie Beiwang escorted Jiang Zicheng all the way back to his bedroom. Before entering the door, Xie Beiwang couldn't help but asked him, "What did my father talk to you?"

Jiang Zicheng forced an embarrassed smile. Of course he didn't dare to talk about Mr. Xie's talk about supernatural powers with him, he could only stumbling and stumbling and pulling out a big banner: "Just... Mr. Xie talked to me about you."

This answer was unexpected, and Xie Beiwang asked: "Me?"

Jiang Zicheng: "He said that you were taken back from the countryside by him when you were 15 years old, and you have been trained as an heir ever since. He also said that you made a will when Miss Xie was 15 years old. Give her one-third of the fortune." He asked shamefully, "... So you really grew up in the country when you were a kid?"

When he came back from Macau before, Xie Beiwang told Jiang Zicheng that he grew up in the country. Jiang Zicheng thought that Xie Beiwang was joking, but he thought it was true.

Who would have thought that this capital crocodile, who is now worth countless zeros and controls the domestic entertainment market, was once a rural boy who walked out of the field?

Faced with this problem, Xie Beiwang did not hide his past, but frankly told him: "My biological mother is just an ordinary small-town girl. My father had a good look when he was young, and he was very good at making girls happy, but he was never responsible. At that time, he had not made a fortune, and went to Hong Kong alone. My biological mother became pregnant and gave birth to me in a vague way. She couldn't face the accusations of having a child out of wedlock. She threw me to the home of distant relatives in the country and left alone."

Jiang Zicheng was startled. The Jiang family’s parents are very affectionate. He came to the ground under the expectation of the whole family. He has been bathed in the light of love since he was a child, so he has developed this too sunny character.

Contrary to him, the birth of Xie Beiwang was not expected by any relatives. It was precisely because of the lack of parents in the process of growing up that he did not know how to correctly express his feelings until now.

"...I'm sorry." Jiang Zicheng didn't know why he had to apologize, but he still said sorry.

Xie Beiwang really reached out and rubbed his head this time. The man’s warm palm rested on his fluffy forehead, with a strong force: "Why do you apologize? It is him who abandoned his wife and children." He asked again, "What else did he say?"

Jiang Zicheng: "Uh... he still complained that when he was 30 years old, he already had you; why are you 30 years old and I haven't seen you and any female celebrity female Madou."

Even Jiang Zicheng would answer this question: Mr. Xie took the script of the male lead from the starting point, stalled horses, and slept all over the world. But it is precisely because he is so lewd that Xie Beiwang retreats to women. Mr. Xie never finds the reason in himself, but asks his relatives who are related by blood with the attitude of asking his subordinates.

Sure enough, Xie Beiwang seemed to smile, "I don't have the reproductive cancer like his." He paused, and continued, "...and, my partner must be someone I admire and like—it can only be that person. It will be that person."

When he spoke, a pair of eyes fell on Jiang Zicheng, and the temperature was scorching hot. Jiangzicheng is like an ostrich, obviously a big one, but desperately trying to get into the ground.

Xie Beiwang has never hidden his interest in him. Jiang Zicheng has been in the entertainment circle for so long, and he is not a fledgling silly white sweet. Of course he knows what Xie Beiwang means to him.

But Jiang Zicheng still clearly remembers that when he met President Xie for the first time and the second time, the two foreseeable futures were all related to "nurturing". It doesn't matter who is supporting whom-this is not a normal relationship!

In the entertainment industry, the word “nurturing” always carries a derogatory meaning. How can there be true love? It's just beautification in literary works.

Jiang Zicheng was embarrassed for a while.

He was not made of copper and iron. Of course he could feel Xie Beiwang's kindness to him. Xie Beiwang had been lacking love since he was a child, and what he showed to Jiang Zicheng was already all his emotions that he could mobilize.

However, those two "supports" did deeply affect Jiang Zicheng's judgment, making him hesitate and dare not accept Xie Beiwang's intentions rashly.

So now, there is only one way left.

——That is, look at Xie Beiwang's eyes again!

Stare at him and foresee the last part of the future! !

Jiang Zicheng only met with Mr. Xie in the morning, which triggered a series of follow-up influences today. And with Xie Beiwang's cleverness, I'm afraid he has already noticed his peculiarities. But at this time Jiang Zicheng really couldn't care about exposing himself. He made up his mind to do as he thought of it. He had to look at Xie Beiwang's eyes again immediately.

"Mr. Xie...no, Xie Beiwang." Jiang Zicheng raised his head and said Xie Beiwang's name for the first time. He bravely faced the man in front of him, a pair of light brown eyes like amber reflected in the light, like the best gems, "You look at my eyes."

"...What?" Xie Beiwang was taken aback.

"Look into my eyes." Jiang Zicheng repeated it again.

Xie Beiwang's expression slowly relaxed. He didn't ask why, but out of trust in Jiang Zicheng, according to his request, he projected those eyes that were as deep as cold pools on him.

The eyes of the two intersect, as if the air is gradually warming up because of their facing each other.

Jiang Zicheng was nearly half a head shorter than Xie Beiwang. When looking at each other, Jiang Zicheng needed to keep looking up at him. In Xie Beiwang's eyes, Jiang Zicheng saw his own figure, a little fuzzy, but deeply engraved in the center of the man's pupil.

Ten...nine...

Jiang Zicheng thought, what will he see?

Eight...seven...

His ability can only see what a person cares about most at this moment.

Six...five...

What if you see something that has nothing to do with their future?

four three……

Maybe you will see Mr. Xie working overtime, after all, he is a workaholic.

Two...one...

Forget it, no matter what he sees, Jiang Zicheng will--

--what? ! ! ! ! !

Jiang Zicheng blinked, then blinked again. However, unbelievable things have indeed happened, no white mist has passed, no future influx...nothing! The third time he and Xie Beiwang looked at each other, it failed! ! !

Failed! !

How can it be? !

Jiang Zicheng lowered his head and rubbed his eyes desperately. With so much strength, he even rubbed out snowflakes in front of his eyes. But no matter how he rubbed it or looked at each other, the things he couldn't see were still invisible.

Xie Bei saw him look blank, and asked with concern: "Are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Jiang Zicheng shook his head in confusion. At this moment, the stimulus he received was even more shocking than learning that Xie Changan also possessed abilities.

"It's not that my eyes are uncomfortable... I'm uncomfortable overall."

Today, there is only one answer that can explain the current anomaly.

——After "eyes colliding" with Mr. Xie, he lost his ability to predict.