Entertainment Industry Acting Emperor

When Gong Xiqiao woke up, he was a little confused, holding the blanket for a moment, only to remember that this is not his home, but Xi Qing's villa.

He sat up from the sofa and did not see Xi Qing. When he was about to stand up to find someone, he saw Xi Qing come out of the kitchen with a fruit plate in his hand: "Are you awake?"

"What time is it?" Reached out his hand and put a piece of kiwi fruit into his mouth with a silver stick, Gong Xi Qiao rubbed his eyes.

"It's already one o'clock in the afternoon. Go wash your hands and prepare for lunch," Xi Qing couldn't help saying when he saw him fork another piece of kiwi, "Don't eat too much fruit, or you won't be able to eat later."

"Oh," Gong Xiqiao nodded, and couldn't help but fork another piece of fruit into his mouth.

Seeing this, Xi Qing smiled helplessly, turned around and signaled to a maid in the corner that it was time for dinner.

The table in the dining room was very luxurious and beautiful, but in Gong Xiqiao's view, such a large table seemed a bit empty when Xi Qing used it alone. So when he was seated, he directly chose the position next to the main seat instead of being separated from Xi Qing by a long diagonal.

One dish is served on the table, a total of eight dishes and two soups, although both are just home-cooked dishes, they are basically delicious in color, flavor, and flavor. It can be seen that the chefs of the Xi family are all masters.

The only thing that is a little uncomfortable is a mushroom vegetable heart. It may be that when it was fried, the heat was too much. The color of the vegetable heart was green and black, and it was mixed with the shiitake mushroom slices. It didn't look good at all.

Noting that Gong Xiqiao's eyes were on his somewhat failed dishes, Xi Qing said uncomfortably: "Taste the dishes first, it doesn't suit your appetite."

Perhaps considering that he has some colds, the dishes on the table are not spicy, but they try to make dishes that meet his tastes as much as possible.

The chef certainly doesn't know what dishes he likes to eat, so the chef can make these dishes only if the owner, Xi Qing, specially ordered them.

After drinking a small bowl of soup, Gong Xiqiao started to pick up the chopsticks and taste the taste of the dishes. The first chopstick he put down was the dish of shiitake mushroom and vegetable heart farthest away from him.

The heat was too high, and the food was a little bit cottony in the mouth, and the salt was less, and it was a little bland and tasteless, but even so, he didn't say anything. Instead, he picked a chopstick and put it in his mouth before starting to start with another dish.

"Is the filming going well?" Xi Qing noticed that Gong Xi Qiao had picked the mushroom and vegetable heart for the fifth time, and the uncomfortable face slowly disappeared, and started to chat with Gong Xi Qiao on topics.

"It's okay. The staff in the crew are all experienced seniors in the circle. I have learned a lot." Gong Xiqiao swallowed the food in his mouth and took a sip of the warm milk at hand. "But I look at the crew's attitude of striving for excellence. It should cost a lot of money. How much money did you invest in this movie?"

Xi Qing thought about it carefully: "The finance department has a professional budget, so you don't have to worry about running out of money."

Gong Xi Qiao:...

The point seems to be wrong.

Noting that Gong Xiqiao's expression was a bit wrong, Xi Qing asked, "What's the matter?"

Gong Xiqiao shook his head: "No." The real local tyrant is here. What kind of a trench is his little trouble?

"When is "The Great Hero" going to be released? Xi Qing remembers this movie. Xiao Qiao seems to have invested tens of millions in it. If the box office is not good after it is released, Xiao Qiao's money will be the loss.

"Maybe there are still a few months, I heard what Director Wang said, it seems that I intend to participate in a foreign film festival." Gong Xi Qiao, as the shopkeeper, didn't bother to edit the post-editing of "The Great Hero" at all. There are professional people in charge of this area, so if it wasn't for the film crew to report to him on a regular basis, he might not even know where the post-production of the show was going on.

Although he is not very interested in the domestic film and television circles, Xi Qing also knows that the domestic film and television sector is not highly recognized internationally, so he was a little surprised when he heard that "The Great Man" was preparing to participate in foreign film festivals. Which film festival?"

"It seems to be... Iris Golden Leaf International Film Festival," Gong Xi Qiao thought carefully, "it seems to be this."

Compared with the fate of Huaguo which is almost difficult to win prizes at the Golden Man International Film Festival in Midi, the Golden Leaf Film Festival in the country of Iris is much more friendly. At least Huaguo has won some good ones at this film festival. Awards. However, the Golden Leaf Award prefers Huaguo’s hard-to-find films. For martial arts works like "The Great Man", it may be difficult to win a prize with a high gold content.

Xi Qing also knew this, so he didn't keep talking about this topic. He was worried that the greater the hope and the greater the disappointment of Gongxi Qiao.

Xi Qing, who doesn’t like to talk at the dinner table, just talked and laughed with Gong Xiqiao and finished a lunch, and also used half a bowl of rice and drank half a bowl of soup more than usual. It can be seen that family chatting style meals are beneficial to improvement. appetite.

Eight dishes and two soups are not sumptuous to serve guests, but after all, there are only two people who ate, so after the meal, except for the mushroom and vegetable heart, I ate half of it unexpectedly. Other dishes were not used half.

After eating, the two of them had nothing to do, so they made a pot of tea and ran to the flower room to drink tea and chat.

The Xi's flower house is very large, and there are many rare flowers in it, but looking at Xi Qing's appearance, it seems that he is not very interested in flowers and plants.

Noting that Gong Xiqiao seemed to be interested in these flowers and plants, Xi Qing poured the brewed tea into a cup and explained: "My dad is a flower lover. These flowers are treasures he collected when he was alive. After he passed away , I will ask someone to take care of these flowers and plants. If there is something you like, I will have someone send it to you."

The first time I heard Xi Qing mentioned his parents, Gong Xiqiao took back her attention from the flowers and plants, and sat down beside Xi Qing: "These flowers are well taken care of. If they are placed with me, they will be raised. What a pity to die." He is now an entertainer, and sometimes goes out on location, there is not enough time to take care of these flowers.

"Alright, when you want to watch it, you can come over at any time." Xi Qing pushed the tea cup in front of Gong Xiqiao, "To me, these flowers are just a bunch of flowers without the name of the species. If you If you have to look at it later, it doesn't count as burying them."

The other party said a few plain words, but Gong Xiqiao heard the taste of loneliness. He stretched out his hand to take the cup and paused for a while. After a moment, he smiled and said: "Okay."

At this moment, his personal cell phone rang suddenly. He picked up the cell phone and saw that it was Chen Ke's call.

Chen Ke told him the good news. It turned out that the public service advertisement he filmed in cooperation with National Channel will be broadcast on more than a dozen channels of National Channel tonight. For him now, it is a must-have. Great opportunity.

Hanging up the phone, Gong Xiqiao took a sip from the teacup. It was fragrant and delicious. It was a rare good tea.

Xi Qing didn't ask what it was, but Gong Xiqiao said it briefly.

"I thought about something very seriously some time ago," Xi Qing put down the tea cup, with a wry smile that Gong Xi Qiao had never seen before, "What kind of person can be worthy of such a good person as you." "

"Is there a conclusion now?" Gong Xiqiao turned the tea cup in his hand, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Xi Qing looked up at him, shook his head and nodded: "I have come to a conclusion that is not a conclusion."

Gongxi Qiao didn't ask him what his conclusion was, but just said: "In fact, I am an excellent person. No matter who looks at it, you are many times better than me. I should send this feeling."

"If you are me, you may not be worse than me; but if I are you, I may not be better than you," Xi Qing shook his head. "Those people don't know you, so they don't know how good you are."

"Those people don't understand me?" Gong Xi Qiao raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Do you know me better?"

The expression on Xi Qing's face was a little uncomfortable. He looked at Gong Xi Qiao for a moment, and shook his head honestly: "I don't know you enough, but I want to know you better."

"Sometimes the distance of friends comes from knowing each other too much," Gong Xi Qiao put his chin on one hand, "maybe after you fully understand me, you will regret having me as a friend."

"No," Xi Qing said, looking at him, "because I know myself."

Gong Xi Qiao smiled meaninglessly, picked up the teapot on the table to refill the tea for Xi Qing, and then slowly added it to herself, "Haven’t you ever thought that I might use your identity to serve me? Seek welfare for your family? You know in your own heart that although fans call me Shao Qiao, in fact, my family's family background is simply a mosquito leg in the eyes of you aristocrats. It is not worth mentioning."

Xi Qing looked at him deeply: "Sometimes, I actually hope you can get closer to me because of this. I have nothing, and all I can have is the identity of the Patriarch of the Xi family."

There was a moment of silence in the flower room, and Gong Xiqiao’s laughter broke the silence: "Why do you say that to yourself?"

"I have it, but you don't lack it. You have it, but I don't necessarily have it." Xi Qing lowered her eyelids, looking at the undulating tea stems in the cup, her voice calm and devoid of emotions, "Maybe, the owner of the Xi family. Identity is of little value for that."

Sometimes when I like someone, I can't help but pay attention to everything about him, even a small move. It is said that Shao Qiao is gentle and polite, but he knows that the person sitting next to him, under the perfect epidermis, contains a less gentle soul.

Xiao Qiao's words and deeds were courteous and thoughtful to the princes of the family, and couldn't find any negligence. But he could just feel that, deep in Xiao Qiao's heart, there was not much difference between those family princes and the street passersby.

Because he has the ability to lead himself in the same superior life, he doesn't envy the half of others' possessions, and he doesn't feel wronged to please himself. Thoughtful etiquette is just his code of conduct.