Gu Jiaming stood beside Deng Xing, and the Film emperor squinted and looked at each other, bowed politely in the shocked eyes of everyone, “Good old man!”

Deng Xing froze. His face suddenly darkened.

It stood to reason that he was indeed Gu Jiaming"s predecessor, but from his current position, Gu Jiaming was obviously higher. He was not a grade. If Deng Xing was older, as an old senior, it was okay to receive this gift, but the problem was that he was not a few years older than Gu Jiaming.

According to Gu Jiaming"s external materials, he debuted at the age of 22, this year was exactly 27, and Deng Xing was also 33. If you were sensible, you must stand up and pay your respects. However, Deng Xing had been pressing Gu Jiaming before. He couldn"t bear to see the young man who climbed up by “selling farts”. Coupled with such a run by Jing Jiaojiao, the young master got angry. He also wanted to fight.

Deng Xing"s a.s.sistants were all white, knowing that Deng Xing and Gu Jiaming"s holiday, and also knowing Deng Xing"s temperament, so the agent specifically told him to be optimistic about the master. Now Gu Jiaming was not when he first debuted. He could avoid the other side, so didn"t get in trouble. Looking at the current situation, it was impossible to avoid it.

“Xing brother, h.e.l.lo to you!” The a.s.sistant hurriedly greeted.

Deng Xing took a deep breath, and just trying to bear his breath to react. Gu Jiaming turned his head and left.

At this moment, everyone in the audience didn"t look right at Deng Xing, so arrogant. When the famous Film Emperor bowed to you and said h.e.l.lo, you didn"t say a word. It was amazing to have money at home!

When Deng Xinggang wanted to export, he was stung back and his heart was blocked.

Jing Jiaojiao smiled and pulled the original chair aside. She pulled a new one from the side, and patted the back of the chair warmly to invite Gu Jiaming, “Sit here, sit here! Let your sister look at your face! Ah ~~ Our uncle"s face is really handsome without any dead angles! “

After Gu Jiaming sat down, he smiled and waved in the direction of Deng Xing, “Senior, let"s work together in coming days ~”

Deng Xing opened his mouth and said nothing but wanted to speak, “…”

So, Gu Jiaming Still was still as annoying as before!

a.s.sistant Jia added another row of candles to him. Gu Jiaming never counted who he was, and he thought of everything and came out. There was no plan. But the natural black he occasionally popped out was the most unexpected, because he might not even know the consequences of doing so.

Our brother-in-law might be an old monster before having amnesia.

Terrible!

When Gu Jiaming changed his makeup and put on a hood, a handsome n.o.ble man suddenly appeared in front of everyone. In the script, Zhong Lishao came from a family. In the early days, he was full of economy but only like poetry and painting. Long appearance than Pan An, handsome and unparalleled, he often attracted countless ladies from the government to jealous of him. When he did not join the Prince Yi"s team, he was a spirited son.

Gu Jiaming stood up and flung his sleeves. The white brocade drew a beautiful arc in the air. One hand fell behind his waist, and the other hand was gently lifted up. With unusually skilled movements, he couldn"t remember when he did it but he always feel what the disadvantages.

The stylist immediately gave him a folding fan with jade bones.

Gu Jiaming opened it with a smile and swiped. On the white fan surface, a bold character was written in thick black ink, "proud!"

“Well! I haven"t read the words well yet.” Gu Jiaming commented very eloquently. As for why he wrote beautiful writing characters, he forgot.

Jing Jiaojiao took out her mobile phone happily, "Speak. Take a picture and talk!”

Gu Jiaming let her take a picture with a good temper, and before he was called away, he stunned her by asking her to give him a copy, and he wanted to send to Weibo.

The first scene was the first time that Prince Yi and Zhong Lishao met. Director w.a.n.g told them very seriously, “Shooting the scene where you two met for the first time, Prince Yi has heard about Zhong Lishao"s talents. This time, it"s just a temptation. Do you remember the lines?"

Gu Jiaming nodded, and looked around in confusion," The first scene was ours?"

Director w.a.n.g said coldly, "Do you have an opinion?”

Gu Jiaxi asked in puzzlement, “No heroine?”

Although the heroine"s drama was particularly small, she was also a heroine. Zheng Xueshao taught him a truth early, "Don"t grab others" drama, especially women"s drama. Otherwise it will be easily jealous."

Director w.a.n.g coughed and touched his beard. “Yes, but the drama is not important. From now on, you are no longer a male second. After a.n.a.lysis by professional staff, I find that the double protagonist in this drama can more resonate with the audience.”

“This time your fiancee role has also been canceled. I want to understand. This drama was originally based on the theme of power and conspiracy. It was a great drama that established a nation and a career. Some female compatriots make the plot become children"s love, which violates our original intention."

The screenwriter uncle pushed his own black framed eyes, and added to everyone seriously, “Zhong Lishao asked for the heroine, which added tragic color to the role. It can resonate with the audience.”

Gu Jiaming, who was completely reduced to a tragedy, "…”

"I really don"t understand your group of human beings. Speak and play like two kicks. It was very loud at that time. After the ringing, there was no movement."

Mr. Mo, who arranged for professionals to communicate with Director w.a.n.g, had a deep understanding and reputation. He left work early to carry out the duties of a husband and father, and took Mo Zeyang home. He asked the all-round secretary to buy food and bring it over. The refrigerator in the house would be stuffed and the chef would prepare a hearty dinner.

Because Mo always did not cook.

Mo Zeyang rode his twisting car, kicked his calf, slid left and right, and moved backwards. He was fast, shuttled between the living room on the first floor and the balcony. He could also spin a hundred and eighty and played a drift. After leaving work early, Mo had to take his work to home to do homework. Just looking at a few pages, Mo always felt a pain in his leg, looked down, and faced his innocent big eyes.

 When the child Mo Zeyang taxied, a little accident happened and hit his slender calf.

The child who did something wrong would still admit it bravely, “I"m sorry. I didn"t do it on purpose.”

Mo always smiled and touched his little head, “Go play.”

Mo Zeyang blinked and slipped away with the trolley. His dad who picked him up today did not seem to be so annoying. If the full score was 100 points, he could barely give him a point now, not afraid of him being proud.

Two minutes later, President Mo heard a gurgling sound, and then a “wow!”