Chapter 16 Chapter 16 "His brother Lou is like a young master without...
However, Mingche was obviously imagining too much. After staying at home for a few days and asking around, he still couldn't find out who his adopted brother was supporting in the circle.
As for the housekeeper, the only person in the family who knew about it, Ming Le had already told him in advance not to say a word to his brother and mother.
After a series of coquettish words and threats, the housekeeper had no choice but to agree.
What else can I do besides this? Just spoil her.
But Mingche at least heard some of it from Mingle, and it wasn't that outrageous, he was just simply spending money to chase stars.
"You'd better tell the truth."
Ming Le glanced at him speechlessly and smashed the jam-covered bread on the plate into pieces: "It's better than real gold, isn't it?"
"Don't tell Mom, or I will unilaterally sever our brotherhood with you."
The silver fork in Mingche's hand scraped against the surface of the plate, making a sharp sizzling sound. "You're really good."
Ming Le took the handkerchief beside him and wiped his mouth without caring. He looked down at his snow-white thin sweatshirt and found that there was not a single stain on it.
If it weren't for the fact that Xiao Gui had been in poor health since childhood and his mother had told him to give in to everything, Ming Che would have really wanted to beat him up. "I'm warning you, just because I don't tell Mom doesn't mean I approve of your wrong behavior. You should be careful about your behavior, contact that person less, and don't let your uncle give him any more resources. He's definitely a scammer, and you won't have anywhere to cry when the time comes."
Ming Le rubbed his ears and stood up from his chair. "Got it. I'm going to go for a snowball walk."
He didn't care about Mingche's expression anymore and stood up from his chair. The servant had already led Snowball out of his nest in the garden. "Did he eat?"
Servant: "I have already eaten, and I reduced the food intake by one third."
Mingle nodded and said that it was necessary to proceed step by step. If the dog was fed too little at once, its body would not be able to handle it.
Mingle grabbed the leash, took his phone, and went out without letting anyone follow him.
Snowball wagged his tail happily and looked very excited.
…
In the crew, Lou Ye was in the RV, studying the script in his hand.
"Brother Lou, I thought the RV that Young Master Ming had the company get you was free. Turns out it's going to be deducted from your future film pay," Geng Zhao muttered. "If Brother Chen hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known about it."
Although Lou Ye has been receiving a lot of acting offers, he is still a newcomer after all. His status is low and his pay will naturally not be high.
The configuration was in place, but they were just poor workers and couldn't afford it. It would be better not to use it, but he didn't dare to say this.
"Artists in the industry all have their own RVs, so of course I can't be an exception. It will let other colleagues in the company know how they see me." Lou Ye said in a light tone, "Don't say such things next time."
He knew Mingle must have asked the company to prepare it for him, thinking that he didn't have to pay for it. But Mr. Shu was a businessman after all, so how could he do business at a loss?
He doesn't care about these things.
It's good enough that the company is willing to give him resources and opportunities. Even though President Shu is still in the trial stage with him and won't easily give him a script like the male lead, he must know how to be content.
And he was quite satisfied.
However, the twists and turns inside are very complicated, and there is no need to let Ming Le know. The young master is very simple, and if he knows, he will definitely feel sorry for him again.
When Lou Ye thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and his handsome and cold eyebrows seemed to soften a little.
Geng Zhao accidentally glanced at it and thought he was seeing things, so he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
Lou Ye picked up his phone and glanced at it, still as quiet as ever.
Good, no one disturbed him.
The smile on his face slowly disappeared.
Geng Zhao was quite good at reading people's expressions. After a quick thought, he asked tentatively, "Brother Lou, are you waiting for news?"
Lou Ye's face froze and he put down his phone: "No."
Geng Zhao adjusted his glasses and squinted his eyes. He would judge for himself whether there was anything there or not.
Lou Ye's current state is like that of an innocent boy who is waiting for news from his online lover, and is eager to deny it even after being caught.
But he had been following Lou Ye for almost five months, and he had never seen him show any ambiguous intentions with any actress.
Just last time, Su Cheng asked him to fix his computer and invited him to dinner, but Lou Ye simply said he couldn't fix it and ate it, thus blocking this romantic opportunity. After that, no one bothered him again.
If the show didn't need to be broadcast offline afterwards, Geng Zhao suspected that Lou Ye would have refused more directly.
The only person who could make him look so anxious now is probably Young Master Ming, who usually doesn't think of Lou Ye and only looks for him when he's bored.
Geng Zhao looked at Lou Ye with sympathy. Doesn’t Young Master Ming like him very much? Why hasn’t he been looking for him often recently?
This hot and cold, no one can stand it...
Geng Zhao felt that his brother Lou was just a boring pastime. Although Young Master Ming was young, he had already shown the potential to be a scumbag.
Lou Ye felt uncomfortable with his almost sympathetic look: "Are you free?"
The indifferent glance he gave was extremely intimidating.
"Not at all, I'm packing my things." Geng Zhao didn't say anything more and busily tidied up the messy RV.
The boss and Young Master Ming’s affairs have nothing to do with him, as long as he is paid on time.
"Hey, Brother Lou, your phone is ringing." Geng Zhao unexpectedly picked up the phone on the table and handed it to Lou Ye, "It's Young Master Ming."
Unfortunately, it was not unlocked, so he couldn't see the content.
Lou Ye took it expressionlessly, his emotion undetectable: "Go ahead and get busy."
Geng Zhao expressed his understanding. Lou Ye wanted to send him away so that he could have a private chat with Young Master Ming to cultivate their relationship. He understood it all.
Geng Zhao ran out of the RV quickly.
Lou Ye opened WeChat with mixed feelings, but before he even clicked into the chat page, the expression on his face became even more indescribable.
His face was dark and his brows were furrowed.
Catching a goose? What is this?
He didn't reply to Ming Le, waiting to see what the other party would say next.
Time inexplicably became unbearable, and five minutes later, the phone vibrated again.
Mingle: Mini Program, you're ten years too early to catch me!
Mingle: How can you sleep well with such a bad applet?
Lou Ye: ...
He gritted his teeth, his face tense, and thought, "To hell with catching a goose!"
It was time for Lou Ye to shoot. The director was urging him on, but Lou Ye went out without taking his phone with him, thinking, out of sight, out of mind.
Geng Zhao was a little confused when he saw him coming out with a dark face, but he thought it should be okay, as Young Master Ming had just asked him to help catch the big goose.
He is going to play games!
Two hours later, Lou Ye came back and saw his assistant squatting on the ground, shaking his phone with a ferocious look on his face, as if the screen was about to be crushed by him.
"What are you doing?"
Geng Zhao stood up and adjusted his glasses. "Ah, Brother Lou, you finished filming so quickly?" He checked his phone and was shocked again. "Two hours have passed!"
He turned off his phone screen and explained, "Master Ming asked me to accompany him to catch a goose."
Lou Ye's face turned colder. Why wasn't the goose dead yet?
Geng Zhao quickly stood up and said, "Brother Lou, now that you're done filming, you're free now. How about we take some daily shots?"
Lou Ye was not in high spirits: "Wait a moment."
Geng Zhao looked at him a few times. What's the matter? Brother Lou is usually very cooperative.
Except for a few top artists of Tiansheng Media who have the right to manage their own Weibo and public accounts, most other artists are managed by their agents.
Lou Ye noticed this rule when signing the contract, so he asked to manage the account himself.
Chen Si agreed to his request, but apart from daily life, anything work-related had to be reviewed by him to avoid any inappropriate remarks, which would directly affect the image of the artist and the company.
Lou Ye changed out of his costume, and the phone on the table vibrated a few times again.
Lou Ye was stunned. He picked it up and looked at it for a while. His eyes, as deep as the lake, actually flashed and the corners of his mouth twitched.
…
During the lunch break, the students in the classroom were either doing exercises or reading books or catching up on sleep. Although they were only in the second year of high school and there was still some time before the college entrance examination, it was obvious that no one dared to slack off.
Besides Mingle...
Because he didn't live on campus, he could leave the school during the lunch break. The driver brought him lunch, and he ate in the car before slowly walking into the classroom.
He sat down, burped, rubbed his stomach gently, and took out a mobile phone from the pocket of his school pants. The paint on the outside was peeling, but the inside was replaced with a top-of-the-line configuration. He sent a message to Lou Ye.
The other party replied quickly.
Why is it so fast this time? Is Lou Ye waiting for him by the phone?
Mingle pursed his lips, creating two dimples, and looked very happy.
But he got the point. He's still filming. Why doesn't this guy ever take a break? He's working non-stop.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Gao Pengxuan went to the bathroom and when he came back he saw his deskmate coming back with his cell phone in his hand, not knowing what he was doing.
Still smiling so sweetly, there must be something fishy.
Ming Le turned off his phone screen, stuffed it into the table, folded it over the table, and sat upright: "Nothing."
Gao Pengxuan didn't believe it: "Nothing, then why are you smiling like an idiot? Are you in love?"
Mingle's smile cracked: "Why would you think so!?"
He was chatting with Lou Ye, and the other party was a man, how could it look like they were in love!
Lou Yezhi is even more straight as steel!
Big Mouth is going to see an ophthalmologist.
Qi Jingyue, who was sitting at the desk in front with a high ponytail, twitched her ears and keenly sensed the gossip. She turned around and transferred the test paper in her hand to Mingle's desk.
She kept writing and urged, "Keep going, I'm listening."
Ming Le pursed his lips and said, "Sister, you only know how to eat melons."
After solving the last big problem, Qi Jingyue breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't cost any money, so it would be a waste if I don't eat it."
"Oh, so you are worried about the collapse of the house, but you are also happily eating melons." Mingle will be heartbroken.
According to Qi Jingyue's theory, as long as she climbs the wall quickly, the house will never collapse.
Gao Pengxuan grinned broadly as he listened to this: "Exactly, whoever you chase will fall. Tell me who you're going to chase next so I can avoid it in advance."
I don't know what kind of physique this lady has, it's really mysterious.
Qi Jingyue didn't get angry after hearing what they said. She leaned on Mingle's desk, supporting her chin with her slender white fingers. "Don't say that, you two. I've changed my circle recently and found a treasure male singer who is both handsome and talented."
Mingle took a sip of the canned milk on the table. He bit the straw until it was flat out of boredom. "Who is it?"
Qi Jingyue was so moved by the sight of his cheeks puffing up as he drank milk that her maternal love overflowed. She reached out and pinched his cheeks; they were so smooth.
"His name is Mingche, and he has the same personality as you. Isn't that a coincidence?"
"Puff!" The milk in Mingle's mouth suddenly spurted out, and Qi Jingyue, who was facing him, was instantly affected. The milk stains slid down her glasses and onto the table.
She took a deep breath, slowly took off her glasses, and looked at Mingle with a death stare.
Ming Le's eyes widened in shock, and he quickly took out a tissue from the table to wipe her hands: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Jing, I didn't mean to do it. I couldn't help myself."
Qi Jingyue slammed the table and said, "I'm going to kill you!"
Ming Le's face wrinkled into a ball, his expression miserable: "Sister Jing, I was wrong. Next time I will bring you breakfast alone, for a month, okay?"
The other party's attitude changed instantly.
In fact, there were only some milk stains on his face and lenses, and no milk stains on his clothes. Seeing that he was sincerely repentant, Qi Jingyue took the little sister to the bathroom to clean it up.
Mingle lay on the table, feeling sad and regretful. He was too careless.
In less than ten minutes, Qi Jingyue returned to her seat. Mingle looked at her slender back in the loose blue and white school uniform and poked her a few times with his fingers.
"Sister Jing, why don't you stop pursuing Mingche?"
He had heard from his brother before that he was preparing to retire from the entertainment industry and might return home to inherit the company next year at the latest.
Qi Jingyue raised her eyebrows: "Why, do you really know each other?"
She was totally joking.
Ming Le hesitated: "No, I don't know him..."
Ming Le, a true friend, really didn't want to lie and felt very guilty. He added, "My brother works in the entertainment industry. If you really like him, then I'll ask him to get your autograph, right?"
He crossed his fingers and said, "I didn't mean to do that just now~"
Qi Jingyue was a little bit unconvinced. Is it so easy to get an autograph from anyone who is a little famous, no matter if they are an actor or a singer?
Sure enough, before she opened her mouth, Gou Hao, who was sleeping on the table across from her, mocked her, "Can you three keep your voices down? You're disturbing other people's rest, okay?"
"You're bragging, aren't you afraid of hurting your back? Don't you even consider your own financial situation? You don't change your clothes year-round, your schoolbag is washed white, and you even have to pay for oden. How can your family's financial situation allow your brother to get an autograph?"
"And that cell phone you use, the paint is peeling off and you didn't even give it a fresh coat. Sometimes I really want to smash it for you. You've ruined the reputation of our class."
"You're so poor that people want to donate money to you. Everyone in the class wears shoes with hooks, but you wear these tattered canvas shoes that almost make your toes show."
Mingle: ...
He shouldn't be so exaggerated.
Ming Le didn't get angry at his words. Qi Jingyue glared at him fiercely: "Gou Hao, you are so insulting! Believe it or not, I will tell the teacher!"
"That's right, you snatched the food Lele brought last time and ate it, and now you're talking about him like this!"
Most of his classmates couldn't stand Gou Hao, a student who was usually careless and acted like a gangster. Everyone who knew him knew his background. He had almost been expelled for fighting in his freshman year of high school. It was only because his grandmother came to the school and begged the principal that the principal, feeling sorry for the elderly woman and considering that Gou Hao had good grades and could get into university, kept his student status.
His family situation is similar to Mingle's, but he still doesn't know how to save money. What qualifications does he have to be Mingle?
Ming Le shook his aching head and said, "... stop arguing."
"It would be bad if the teacher saw this..."
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