"No, I just feel the feeling of a flash of inspiration." Gu Jiaming pointed to the top of his head with a smile, as if there was an antenna that could accept signals on top of his head.

Pei Peng was so angry that he was laughing at him that he really didn't understand how this heartless big boy has survived. He had previously suspected that Gu Jiaming's external image was deliberately managed and he should be very scheming. He has been observing him these days, and this time he deliberately asked him this question, which was just a test.

If it is really done, he would not dare to have a close relationship with such a person.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jiaming was really stupid.

Doing things depends on instinct, and instinct depends entirely on feelings!

"If you have any objections to him, you can't use one way all the time. If you suppress it, others should see it." This time Pei Peng was really thinking about Gu Jiaming, "I heard that you bowed to him as soon as you come?" If he had seized the opportunity to hype it up at that time, Deng Xing would definitely not be able to stand here to film, but Gu Jiaming didn't. What he did seemed to be just causing trouble for the other party, and Pei Peng didn't know what he wanted to do.

Gu Jiaming chewed the bean bag, not pretentious at all, "I just disgusted him."

Pei Peng: "..."

The two of them chatted and chatted. No matter how high Pei Peng's emotional intelligence is, he could not catch up with Gu Jiaming's topic. However, even if he doesn't speak, he doesn't feel embarrassed. Gu Jiaming has a kind of tolerance and a simple and straightforward personality that is very likable and can make people let go of their guards.

The two of them had almost finished eating. Gu Jiaming wiped his mouth, accepted the other party's kindness seriously, and came up with a good idea, "It's true that we can't always do this. Let's have enough food to fight Landlords, and ask seniors to play together, let's smash him together."

"Puff!" Pei Peng laughed out loud because of the sensation. Sure enough, the child-like revenge!

In the afternoon, Gu Jiaming no longer implemented the three-card policy. Deng Xing, who suddenly passed by, became even more alert. If he didn't cause trouble for him here, he would definitely be waiting for him with other tricks!

However, he was also shocked to find that his acting skills seemed to have improved a bit.

This time, he will be thanked by Gu Jiaming. To be honest, he is not grateful at all!

There was a night scene to be filmed in the evening, and the crew thoughtfully bought a midnight snack for everyone to keep their stomachs under their stomachs.

Young Master Deng, who had not eaten at noon, lost all his meat dishes because of Landlord. Looking at the double portion of meat in Gu Jiaming's plate, he was so angry that he ate a box of rice with a few leaves.

In the camera, a handsome young man in white had two slender fingers holding a white chess piece and gently landed on the chessboard. The white fingers pointed on the chess piece and did not leave immediately. The white chess and slender hands added a bit of skinny beauty under the beating candlelight. The young man looked at his fingertips and said lightly: "It's late at night, it's time for His Highness to return."

The Wing King raised his eyes slightly and looked at the person opposite him. The raised eyebrows made his eyebrows look sharper, "Keep this game of chess and don't move, I will continue playing tomorrow."

Zhongli Shao snorted proudly, "What is the meaning of your highness wanting to play a game with me? So what if you win? Want to change my mind? Let me think that your highness's decision is correct?" He stood up, walked to the window a few steps, and looked at the lotus pond under the moon outside the window, without being humble and unyielding. "Since your Highness thinks he is right, why ask me for my opinion? There are only 20,000 soldiers around. Your Highness can try it out if you think it is feasible. Life and death are your Highness responsible."

"You!" The Wing King stood up and swayed his sleeves angrily, "Sooner or later, you will have to die in your stubborn temper!"

At this time, neither of them expected that this sentence would become Zhongli Shao's fate.

"It's over! The work is over!" Director Wang clapped his hands and drew a perfect mark for today.

"It's over!" The staff cheered and were busy packing things. Gu Jiaming and Pei Peng still had to take off their makeup. Gu Jiaming took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was already past eleven o'clock, and the little boy must have fallen asleep when he got home. Will he go home?

There are hotels near the crew, but it is actually very convenient to live here. Few people run back and forth like Gu Jiaming.

Assistant Jia followed Gu Jiaming and asked in a low voice: "Brother Ming, are you going back today?"

Gu Jiaming was hesitating, and a phone call suddenly dialed in on his cell phone. Gu Jiaming looked around and found that he was busy collecting things. No one noticed him. After answering, he whispered: "Why are you calling at this time?"

He said calmly in a low voice: "I'll pick you up home."

Gu Jiaming was stunned, "Where are you?"

"Do you need me to get off at the door of your crew?"

"No need!" Gu Jiaming ran out and took a look. Sure enough, there was a black Maybach parked at the door. There were costume dramas nearby. Such a modern luxury car parked here, obviously not a prop for filming. Many people looked over suspiciously and guessed the purpose of the visitor. Gu Jiaming didn't need to get close to know that Mo Yunqi was in that car.

It was too late to wash his face, Gu Jiaming asked someone to take off his headband, took out his mask from his pocket to cover his face, and said to Jia Chuan: "Remember to pick me up tomorrow morning." After that, he ran out. The car was so conspicuous enough. You still wanted to get out, why didn't you stick your tail into the sky!

However, before he could run over, the car door behind was opened and a long leg emerged from inside.

Gu Jiaming couldn't care about so much, so he flew over. Before the people inside came out, he rushed over like a chick who returned to his nest.

Mr. Mo, who wanted to show his presence, had not yet appeared, and he was smashed back by the person in his arms!

The author has something to say: Mr. Mo: Do ​​you dare to let me out?!

Meow: I dare not.
Chapter completed!