In the dim light, Du Mingqi's eyes seemed to contain magic that was bewitching people's hearts. His voice floated in the air, and it was so pleasant that it was filled with a hint of pity and fragility.

If his fans and fans were lucky enough to meet such an idol, they would definitely be willing to offer everything and ask for it.

However, Qiao Mu blinked and raised her head a little entangled: "Brother Du, has your acting skills declined?"

"Is that right?" Du Mingqi was stunned, then bent his eyes gently, "Don't he look like me?"

Qiao Mu said: "Yes, I have goose bumps. Brother Du, do you know that your tone is very cunning."

Du Mingqi in his heart never admits defeat and never gives up. He is always confident and calm. He shouldn't be the one who speaks in the tone of a resentful woman just now.

It seems that there is only one explanation for acting.

Du Mingqi looked at him deeply, with a smile in his eyes, but his heart slowly sank. If Qiao Mu liked him deeply enough, how could he notice such details when he confessed?

He suddenly felt glad that he left room for change.

Thinking of this, I should have breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the worst expected outcome did not happen.

But why is it still depressed?

"No kidding, I'll go and rest first."

After saying this gently, he did not notice the cunning flashing in Qiao Mu's eyes. Du Mingqi turned around and wanted to leave, but his hand was still grabbed by him.

"Xiao Mu..." said a low voice, and Du Mingqi turned around helplessly, but he didn't use much effort to break away.

My fingers suddenly became cold.

Du Mingqi lowered his head and saw Qiao Mu's fair face. He was slowly putting the ring on his hand, and the expression on his face seemed to be doing the most important thing in the world.

"Xiao Mu..." Du Mingqi froze, his voice slightly hoarse.

Qiao Mu stood up straight and smiled brightly: "Brother Du, I wish you a happy birthday in advance."

As he said that, he thought of something and took off half of the ring from Du Mingqi's hand: "Half is Brother Du, and the other half, I want to keep it as a souvenir."

Du Mingqi then noticed that the ring was made of two identical rings. The half worn on his hand at this time was simple and elegant. People who had never seen it would never imagine how amazing they would be when they were put together.

The indoor quieted for a while, but it was not embarrassing, but an indescribable restlessness spreading.

"Is it just a birthday?" After a while of silence, Du Mingqi suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile. His eyes were lightly raised, but he no longer had the kind of pretending to be seduced, and he seemed clean and bright. At this moment, he had no defense in his heart, only pure expectation.

Qiao Mu narrowed his eyes lazily: "Will Brother Du help me put on this ring?" He spread his hands and handed the other half to Du Mingqi.

Du Mingqi paused for a moment and reached out his hand without hesitation. At this moment, he thought nothing, his thoughts seemed to have been pressed, and only his subconscious mind was driving his movements. When he picked up the ring, his hand shook slightly, and then he steadily put it on Qiao Mu's slender fingers. Halfway through, he suddenly stopped: "The ring... seems to have to be worn when you get married?"

His eyes were confused and hard-working to think, so Qiao Mu couldn't straighten his waist. He leaned his head against Du Mingqi's neck. The heat exhaled made Du Mingqi's skin look sensitive and light red: "This is a love ring, used to trap Brother Du. In the future, there will be engagement rings and wedding rings...ah, it seems that I'm going to make money well."

"In love?" Du Mingqi murmured softly.

After extreme disappointment, the sweetest moment suddenly came.

It's like a dream, so beautiful that it's not real.

However, the man with a chicken feather in front of him was real, and he continued to mutter: "I confessed first, right? Brother Du, you are not counting at all, as if you are reading the script lines..."

After his speech suddenly stopped, Qiao Mu opened his eyes wide, and his mouth, which was originally muttering, was blocked by another slightly cool lips.

Soft, jelly-like touch.

After only two or three seconds of stunned , Qiao Mu counterattack without hesitation , forcing the other party's lips and teeth , playing and entangled like two tongue fish .

It seems like a century has passed.

He panted and separated, Qiao Mu licked his lips, but his face was still a little reluctant.

Du Mingqi looked at his bright eyes, and his beautiful eyes were no longer misty distant, but moist and tender.

A few seconds later, the two of them got closer again. The smell in the air was sweet and fragrant.

After that day, everything seemed to be nothing different.

Du Mingqi still thoughtfully prepares breakfast. They will have dinner together in the evening, watch movies in the home theater, and perform in improvised and use their own methods to perform once.

But in fact, love is indeed different. On the set, looking at the photos of abdominal muscles sent by Qiao Mu like a show-off a few minutes ago, the clear and smooth lines gave Du Mingqi's eyes a moment of deepness.

At this time, Du Mingqi, who truly enjoyed the sweetness of love, regretted his previous persistence. Qiao Mu, who was so enthusiastic that he was like a little wolf dog, made him always think of it, and the corners of his mouth raised a little.

"Brother Du." The agent felt very scared. He was calm and self-controlled. The unfathomable Brother Du actually smiled at a photo for three minutes?

Du Mingqi coughed lightly and used his eyes to signal him to say something quickly.

The agent lowered his head and attached it to his ear. While ensuring that only Du Mingqi could hear it, he also kept a distance carefully. He knew about Brother Du's obsession with cleanliness. Last time, his assistant was quit because he was not sure about his proper measure.

"Caifeng's stock has been frequently acquired in large quantities recently, and the senior management... seems to be suspicious of you, Brother Du."

Du Mingqi smiled calmly: "Things without evidence... can only be suspicion." Although he said that, he knew very well that there was no airtight wall in the world.

"First find a few people to take over temporarily, so that they don't act rashly," Du Mingqi explained, "Put down the acquisition progress for the time being, and I will talk about it after I finish filming this drama."

The broker hesitated: "But this way, in terms of capital chain..."

"I have a sense of justice." Du Mingqi's index finger bent slightly and tapped the table, with a gentle expression and strong confidence.

Apart from Qiao Mu, there is nothing in this world that can make him mess up the rhythm.

The set is crowded and the agent doesn't have much to say, not to mention that he has a close admiration for Du Mingqi.

This kind of trust is not only because Du Mingqi pulled him when he was almost driven out of Caifeng, but also because he has never made any mistakes over the past few years.

I have been an agent for more than ten years, and have seen countless storms and brought countless celebrities of all sizes. The agent dares to say that Du Mingqi may not be the most popular now, but he is definitely the most potential. This man who combines mentality, wisdom and ambition makes people really look forward to how far he can go.

Perhaps, he will be the only male actor who has reached the height of Founder Kara in the past decade... or even surpassed.

This thought flashed, and the agent's heart thumped, and soon calmed down his mind.

No matter what, it’s better to get through the difficulties in front of you first.

Square house.

Fang Zhengjia wore silk gloves and cleaned and wiped the photos in his hands bit by bit.

The photo was left twenty years ago because it was well preserved and did not leave many traces of erosion from time to time.

While wiping, Fang Zhengjia couldn't help but feel a little confused. In the slightly yellowed photo, a couple leaned close together, her handsome husband hugged her three or four-year-old daughter in her hand, smiling vigorously, while her gentle wife hugged her son who was still in her infancy. Although she was smiling, there was a faint sorrow between her eyebrows and eyes.

If Du Mingqi saw this photo, he would definitely recognize that Qiao Mu's facial features were sixty or seventy percent similar to his wife.

Fang Zhengjia looked at the beautiful woman in a daze. Is her acting skills too good, or is she too stupid and blinded by the happiness at that time? She obviously had never filmed a movie, but she insisted on it and hid it next to her.

She died with guilt for him, can she know that he was suffering deeper guilt and pain until today?

"Dad." A crisp knock on the door sounded, followed by Fang Xueran's pleasant voice, "It's me."

Fang Zhengjia came to his senses and carefully put away the photos, which restored his usual reliability: "Come in."

"Have you seen your brother?" Looking at his daughter, Fang Zhengjia looked kind. Over the years, there was nothing left to move him except his family.

Fang Xueran nodded, remembering her brother who was still rebellious and willful, she said with a little headache and a little funny: "That boy, in order to buy a gift, he pretended to be good in front of me for a long time..."

Fang Zhengjia said: "Givea? Isn't the gifts he always gives to those friends all the messy gadgets? It's hard for the children not to dislike them." Finally, he smiled slightly. Although his youngest son, although he is a little willful and irritable, has always been popular, which is very similar to his mother.

Thinking of his wife, Fang Zhengjia's smile was slightly restrained, so fast that it was hard to detect.

"Maybe I have a girlfriend?" Fang Xueran fiddled with her newly dyed nails and said casually.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhengjia's face darkened after hearing this.

Seeing this, Fang Xueran was a little confused. She asked half jokingly and half tentatively: "Dad, are you still like those old feudal countries, and you are concerned about being a good match? This is not like you."

Fang Zhengjia looked at her coldly, and Fang Xueran immediately retracted her head. He did not answer Fang Xueran's words, but said to himself: "Xiao Mu, he is almost 22 years old..."

The author has something to say: Actually, three thousand is not short, right?

I'm still looking forward to the bloody little cutie, letting me see your hands - I can't bear to write it, I'll say_(:3∠)_

In addition, regarding anti-theft: The author's anti-theft ratio is not high. The little angels did not jump too many times and saw the anti-theft stamp. You can try to clean the cache. If you jump too many times, you will have to wait a few days to see it. I hope you can understand and bow~

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Thank you heartbeat and Youyouzimo for the mines, thank you Mu Zheng for the grenade~refill!

Thank you little angels for irrigation of nutrient solution:

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To be continued...