A vicious supporting actor dressed as a widow

The longer I stay in the entertainment circle, the more I know that face is not important in some things.Both Zhou Yun and Duan Chengtao are old people in the circle, and they have their own way of handling things.

They can push Qi Ming out without any trace, and naturally they can also make friends with Qi Ming as if nothing happened.

Qi Ming is not a newcomer who has just entered this circle. In his previous life, in order to survive in this circle, there were times when he was false and submissive. Since Zhou Yun and Duan Chengtao are willing to make friends with him as if nothing happened, he won't either. Put on a face to offend these two seniors who have aloof status in the circle.

He chatted with the two seniors humbly for a while, until Huang Huang came to look for him, he said hello to the seniors and left.

After getting away from the two seniors, Huang Huang said to Qi Ming, "I'm quite surprised."

Qi Ming knew what Huang Huang meant, and chuckled lightly, "There's nothing to be surprised about, anyone can do superficial kung fu, besides, I also want to have a good meal."

"You can take it easy." Huang Huang has been in this circle for several years, how could he not see other people's rejection of Qi Ming?He thought that Qi Ming was either depressed or angry, and wanted to remind Qi Ming to restrain his temper at that time, but he didn't expect Qi Ming to be more transparent than he thought.

Qi Ming smiled and didn't speak again.

Seeing that Qi Ming didn't want to say more, Huang Huang changed the subject, "You performed well today. If the show crew doesn't cut it, you should be able to gain a wave of fans."

After Huang Huang mentioned this, Qi Ming suddenly remembered something. During the recording process, he was always looking for clues and chatting with the old man, but the old man is a ghost, and he didn't know if it would be recorded by the camera.

"Brother Huang, wait for me." After Qi Ming finished speaking, he turned back to find his follow-up photographer, and asked him to play a part of his performance just now.

The photographer didn't refuse, so Qi Ming leaned next to the photographer and watched a short replay.

In the camera, only Qi Ming was alone looking for clues in the dark factory area, and the old ghost was not photographed.

Qi Ming frowned, he didn't understand, he was clearly talking to the old ghost, even if the camera didn't capture the old ghost, why didn't he even catch him talking?What the camera reflected was that he was looking for clues by himself, looking very serious.

The photographer thought that Qi Ming was dissatisfied with his performance, and comforted him: "Mr. Qi, you performed very well today, and no one can guarantee that the entire recording session will be a highlight moment."

Naturally, it was impossible for Qi Ming to express his doubts to the cameraman, so he thanked the cameraman and returned to the car.

Qi Ming returned to the car and yawned again and again. In the end, he didn't even have time to eat the breakfast that Huang Huang handed over, so he slumped on the car seat and fell asleep.

Song Yi's eyes flicked over Qi Ming's body, his eyes seemed to hide a deep sea, bottomless.

If he read it correctly, during the recording, Qi Ming was able to directly communicate with the ghost old man in the factory with his soul. Could it be because the ghost old man took the initiative to show himself in front of Qi Ming?

But even so, how did Qi Ming manage to communicate with the ghost old man's soul?

Also, does his little friend know what is special about him?

When Qi Ming returned home, he slept from morning to three in the afternoon. When he woke up, he was in a daze. He sat up for a long time before he fully woke up.

He got up and went downstairs to look for food. The villa was empty and very quiet.

Qi Ming was originally a quiet person, but when he thought of Song Kunlang's ghost still in this villa, Qi Ming felt creepy.

He wants to move out.

While making plans to move out in his heart, Qi Ming walked towards the kitchen.

"Mr. Qi, you're awake." Song Yi's voice brought Qi Ming back from his thoughts, and only then did Qi Ming realize that Song Yi was cooking noodles in the kitchen.

He shrugged his nose, and the aroma got into his nose, making Qi Ming even more hungry.He pointed to the bubbling noodle soup in the pot, his eyes sparkled, "Is this cooked for me?"

Song Yi: "I thought that my husband fell asleep without eating breakfast, and he must be hungry when he wakes up."

As he said that, when he saw that the noodles were almost done, he picked up the pot, poured the noodles into a bowl, and put them on the dining table himself.

Qi Ming's attention was all on the noodles in the pot, and he didn't notice that the pot was actually floating.

Qi Ming wasn't polite to him either, he sat down and ate, he didn't care about the heat, he finished the whole night's noodles in a few minutes, although he ate quickly, his actions were not rude at all, and were a bit pleasing to the eye .

His hungry stomach was satisfied, Qi Ming slumped on the chair contentedly, looked at Song Yi who had been standing aside, "I didn't expect you to be so good at cooking."

From this point of view, Song Yi's bodyguard is really a decathlon.Oh, except not being able to drive.

Song accepted Qi Ming's compliment expressionlessly, and reminded Qi Ming: "Sir, today is the 14th day of Mr. Song's death. According to the custom, you have to put a stick of incense on Mr. Song's body."

"Is there still this custom?" Qi Ming was puzzled, he knew about the first seven days, and he had never heard that No. 14 days also had to offer incense.

Song didn't change his face, "Yes. If Mr. Qi doesn't mind the trouble, you can also burn some paper money for Mr. Qi."

Qi Ming looked at Song Yi suspiciously, and Song Yi looked calm.

"Okay, I'll go buy some joss sticks and ingots right now."

Song Yi: "Don't bother, Mr. Jing has already delivered it while you were sleeping."

Qi Ming: "..."

Why did he feel that Song Yi was impatient?And he always felt that Song Yi was making a deal with him by cooking this bowl of noodles for him.

Song Kunlang's memorial tablet was placed in Song Kunlang's original bedroom, and Qi Ming would not dare to go in easily. If Song Yi hadn't asked him to burn incense and paper money for Song Kunlang today, Qi Ming would not have taken the initiative to go in if he was killed.

It was still daytime, and it was bright outside, but Song Kunlang's bedroom was dark. The curtains were tightly drawn, leaving no gaps, so the outside light naturally couldn't come in.

The electronic candle was lit next to Song Kunlang's posthumous photo, which became the only light source in this bedroom.

Qi Ming gently pushed open the bedroom door, poked his head in first, looked around carefully, and did not see Song Kunlang in the bedroom, so he moved in slowly.

As soon as he entered Song Kunlang's bedroom, Qi Ming shivered.

It's cold, just like being in a freezer.

The goosebumps on Qi Ming's arms rose up in an instant, and Song Yi was still following him. In order not to destroy the affectionate persona, Qi Ming could only bravely walk into the bedroom.

On the altar are Song Kunlang's posthumous photos and rankings.

Qi Ming's gaze fell on Song Kunlang's posthumous photo, and he had to admit that Song Kunlang was a very good-looking person, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips. Even in a photo, his sharp eyes could still penetrate people's hearts.

Qi Ming said it was a pity in his heart.

Rich, beautiful, and capable, he died young.

Wuzi sighed in his heart for a while, Qi Ming lit incense, because he knew that Song Kunlang's ghost might be somewhere in this villa, Qi Ming didn't dare to fool him, so he burned incense devoutly, and burned ingots and paper money.

The smoke curled up in the dim room, and it seemed that a light gold quietly floated into the memorial tablet along with the smoke, and disappeared.

Qi Ming was kneeling on the futon, waiting for the ingots and paper money to be burned.

I don't know if it's because he got used to it or something, but Qi Ming didn't feel the cold anymore, and the fear in his heart also faded a lot.

The fire continued to dance, and when the ingots and paper money were turned into ashes, the fire was completely extinguished after a few struggles, and the bedroom was dark again.

Only then did Qi Ming get up.

Song Yi has been standing by Qi Ming's side all the time, Qi Ming sees Song Yi as soon as he gets up.Qi Ming saw a satisfied expression on Song Yi's ordinary face that couldn't be more ordinary.

Qi Ming:! ! !

What the hell?He burned paper money for Song Kunlang, why did Song Yi look satisfied?I don't know, I thought this paper money was for Song Yi to burn.

Qi Ming blinked, and looked at Song Yi again. Song Yi's face returned to expressionless. He looked at Qi Ming, quite puzzled, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Song Yi's voice was not as flat as usual, it added a touch of laziness and contentment, low and very seductive.

Qi Ming is a voice-controller, his voice is plain and ordinary, but right now it makes his heart itch, as if a feather fluttered against his heart.

"It's nothing." Qi Ming looked away, "Aside from offering incense and paper money, what else should I do?"

"I don't need it for the time being." Song Dao said, "Of course, Mr. Qi can come over regularly to offer incense sticks to him."

Qi Ming: "Why?"

Song Yi was a little sad, "Mr. has always been alone. If you visit him regularly, he will no longer be alone."

Qi Ming: "..."

When these words came out of Song Yi's mouth, Qi Ming only felt a sense of disobedience.

Affectionate people can't collapse. Since Song Yi has made this request, Qi Ming can only accept it. As a person who loves Song Kunlang deeply, how can he bear Song Kunlang's loneliness?

Not only should I agree to it, but I also need to show distress, Qi Ming closed his eyes and whispered, "I will, if possible, I also want to be with him, you know, I love Kunlang so much, he left After that, my life lost its fun. But I know that Kunlang definitely wants me to live a good life, since I often offer incense to make Kunlang less lonely, I will definitely come to accompany him every day."

As he spoke, he choked up again.

Song Yi: "..."

Well, in terms of acting skills, he is really no match for Qi Ming.

"Let's go out." After acting affectionately for a while, Qi Ming wiped his face, pretended to cheer up, and walked to the door first.

Song Yi hummed and followed Qi Ming out.

As soon as he walked out of Song Kunlang's bedroom, the dark feeling faded instantly, and Qi Ming felt a lot more comfortable all of a sudden.

Just after going downstairs, Huang Huang's phone call came in.

"Brother Huang." Qi Ming picked up the phone.

Huang Huang: "I just sent you the script, you can take a look at it tonight, the role of the third male, I will pick you up tomorrow to audition, you send your current address to my phone."

"Okay." Qi Ming agreed, and after finishing the call, he sent Huang Huang his address.

The author has something to say: Now I am going to watch the audience: Act, you continue to act

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