Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet - Chapter 87

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“Xie Beiwang, I can see the future.”

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Jiang Zicheng didn’t realize how tightly he grasped Xie Beiwang’s arm. He tried so hard that even his nails were white.

“Yes, I know all of this is really incredible. This is not a movie, let alone a spoof show. I do have supernatural powers. As long as I look at others for more than ten seconds, I can see the future of others! Of course! , This ability is also limited. I can only watch it three times per person, and I can only see what the person concerned is most concerned about at that moment!”

His speech speed is getting faster and louder and louder. Only he himself knows how much courage it takes to tell this fact. He didn’t allow himself to escape, he wanted to share this secret with Xie Beiwang.

He kept staring at the man’s expression, for fear that the man would show a little bit of fear, awe, surprise, or mocking his whimsical eyes.

But no… There is nothing on Xie Beiwang’s face. His eyes still looked at him calmly, without even moving his eyebrows.

—It seems that a few seconds ago, Jiang Zicheng said not “my eyes can predict the future”, but “my eyes have undergone double eyelid surgery”.

Jiang Zicheng asked: “Hello, are you listening to me?”

Xie Beiwang calmly said: “Listening. You said your eyes can see the future. What then?”

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

Jiangzicheng is going crazy.

“You just accepted this setting so easily???????? Do you think this is the initial NC background introduction of computer games???? You give me some reaction! I am not joking with you, I am true Has the ability to predict the future!!”

Xie Beiwang realized that his reaction was indeed too perfunctory. But getting him to make a very exaggerated expression about what he had known more than ten years ago is really… hard for him.

However, in order to make Jiangzicheng happy, Xie Beiwang adjusted his eyebrows very hard, and barely made a surprised look: “I am surprised, I am surprised-expressionless.”

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

Jiang Zicheng believes that he is a ghost! !

This guy must have thought he was joking with him, but is he like someone who would joke about such an important thing?

Jiang Zicheng angrily grabbed the man’s arms, forced him to bend down and lower his head, lowering his sight to the same level as himself.

Jiang Zicheng came up with a stubborn temper and had to compete with him: “You come closer and let me see your eyes! Don’t you believe what I said? Then I will show you again, I can. See your future!”

He had used Xie Beiwang’s ability twice before, and for the third time it was invalidated because of the collision with Xie Changan’s ability, but now his ability is restored, it must be no problem!

Xie Beiwang was held around his neck by him, and the two were so close that they were about to kiss.

“City.” Xie Beiwang explained, “I didn’t distrust you, but…”

“Hush!” Jiang Zicheng insisted on counting, “Give me ten seconds, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…”

His voice stopped abruptly-Xie Beiwang suddenly raised his right hand, slowly but firmly covering Jiang Zicheng’s eyes, causing him to plunge into total darkness.

The man’s palm was hot, and Jiang Zicheng felt that his entire face was surrounded by heat.

“City,” the man leaned closer, whispered, “but you can’t see my future anymore.”

“No way!” Jiang Zicheng closed his eyes, flapping his long eyelashes, leaving a itch in the man’s palm. “I only saw you twice. The first time was when we first met. I felt that the banquet was boring. I ran to the back garden to breathe, but I met you. The second time was at the Venice Film Festival awards ceremony. Sit next to me. My power can be released to you one more time!”

“No, you forgot once.” Xie Beiwang said.

“…You mean that time at your house?” In the darkness, Jiang Zicheng’s hand finally stumbled and touched the man’s right wrist. He tried hard to take the man’s hand from his eyes so that he could see the light again. “There was a little problem with that power. I couldn’t see your future, so it didn’t count.”

“No, not that time.”

The remaining words were swallowed by four overlapping lips.

Xie Beiwang bullied himself and pressed his overly slow lover, he trapped him in the darkness, and let him taste an unexpected but strong kiss.

Jiang Zicheng suddenly fell into the whirlpool because of his sudden attack. He was so soft, his head was hot, his mouth was numb, and the hair in front of his eyes…no, it was black in front of him.

He fell on the sofa out of breath, Xie Beiwang was finally willing to let him go, raised his hand, and returned him a bright light.

He opened his eyes in a daze, with a few physiological tears in the corners of his red eyes. He raised his head and looked at the man, Xie Beiwang had a fluffy golden light on his body under the sun at 2 o’clock in the afternoon.

…In a daze, a familiar figure flashed in Jiang Zicheng’s mind. It seemed that one day many years, many years ago, there was a person much taller than him, who used to be like this, looking at him tenderly in the sun.

Xie Beiwang looked at the lost lover and called his name again: “Chengcheng.”

Jiang Zicheng was startled, and uttered a vague single tone: “…huh?”

“The first time you used foresight against me was not in the garden.”

“???”

“That time, it was not our first encounter.”

“!!!”

Xie Beiwang showed a smile: “I will give you one last chance-Chengcheng, if you can’t remember who I am, I will punish you severely.”

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—So who exactly is Xie Beiwang! ! !

Jiang Zicheng hugged Xie Dabai and fell on the bed in distress.

Xie Beiwang is the current president of Ricci Entertainment, a well-known big man in the entertainment industry, and a rich man who can make money faster than a money printing machine. At the same time, he is also a poor man calculated by his father and has two faces before and after love…but These answers were obviously not what Xie Beiwang wanted.

Xie Dabai was playing with his tail, forming a circle honestly, lying on Jiang Zicheng’s chest obediently. Xie Yingying started school again, so this little white mink was taken to Mr. Xie’s house again to accompany Jiang Zicheng as a company.

Jiang Zicheng really didn’t understand, why did the plot develop to such an unthinkable level?

He obviously plucked up the courage and admitted to his lover that he had supernatural powers, and asked him to be careful not to Xie Changan doing things behind his back. According to the normal development of the story, their husband and wife should start to join forces externally and immediately enter the commercial war plot. Why did you suddenly turn around and start to take the suspenseful route?

However, Jiang Zicheng’s reminder is not completely useless. Xie Beiwang recently went out early and returned late. It is said that he is secretly deploying a series of plans. Now that he knew about Xie Changan’s plot, he naturally wouldn’t sit still. They are obviously father and son connected by blood, but there is no family friendship between them, only offense and defense.

Jiang Zicheng couldn’t get his hands on things in the mall, so he could only tell Xie Beiwang that Xie Changan had the same abilities as him.

Xie Beiwang still didn’t even move his eyebrows this time.

Jiang Zicheng: “… Mr. Xie! Are your surprised cells dead!!”

Xie Beiwang said: “I actually guessed it vaguely a long time ago. My father had no higher education, and he didn’t have any research on the entertainment industry when he was young. But after he entered the film and television industry, he made a fortune very quickly, with a clear vision and investment. Every one of his movies and TV shows can make a lot of money, and the unknown artists who dig out can eventually succeed… It’s not uncommon to have supernatural powers, and some people in the gossip tabloids say that he is offering to witches.”

Jiang Zicheng was lingering, feeling that several of his big killers had become itchy in front of Xie Beiwang.

“One more thing,” Xie Beiwang said, “Why do you still call me’Mr Xie’?”

“Uh…” Jiang Zicheng said embarrassedly, “It feels a bit blunt to call your full name. Otherwise…” He had an idea, “Look, you call me “Chengcheng”. Why don’t you call you “Thank you”? Hahahahahahahaha Thank you for coming, thank you for your patronage, thank you

help. “

Xie Beiwang: “…”

Jiang Zicheng: “You don’t like it?”

Xie Beiwang pressed him on the bed and told him personally whether he liked the name or not.

So the itchy Jiangzicheng was turned into a sad screaming chicken by a man.

Xie Beiwang ate his food and wiped his mouth: “Thank you for the hospitality.”

Jiang Zicheng: “…”

…

Jiang Zicheng’s waist was sore, and he couldn’t get out of bed. He also gave up the thought of going out and spent all his time watching the show. In a few days, he will be in the group “A Generation of Good Officials”. This time the lines are “ancient” and not so “white”. He must seize the time to memorize the show.

He wrapped a blanket and nestled on the sofa every day, holding a warm fluffy little white mink in his arms. The two “father and son” depended on each other, making them uncomfortable every day.

When Brother Hu came to see him, he saw his lazy and raunchy look. He hated iron and steel and asked him: “Are you a sitting nest?”

Jiang Zicheng blushed and snorted, but didn’t say anything.

Brother Hu is here to move him—he and Mr. Xie are in an upright relationship now. They are now living in a high-end apartment close to the company. The top floor has a great view and can overlook the entire city.

Jiang Zicheng likes high-rise buildings very much. He thinks that if you live higher, you can get closer to Krypton.

He didn’t go back to his artist’s apartment, but he wanted to join the group in a few days, so he asked Hu to take the twin brothers to help him pack his luggage and move by the way.

As soon as Brother Hu walked in, he said, “You said you are a twenty-five-year-old adult, why are you not organized at all? Are you a dormitory for an artist? I thought you were in a doghouse.”

Jiang Zicheng grieved: “Don’t you just get messed up?”

Brother Hu: “The clothes are on the back of the chair, the computer is on the sofa, the bowl is on the bedside table… Forget it, I’m too lazy to tell you, I also asked them to pack the bits and pieces in your cabinet and carry them over. Is there any less.”

With that, he motioned to the twin brothers to carry a big cardboard box to Jiang Zicheng.

The carton was as high as half a person, and there were a lot of things stacked inside, which were all small things that Jiang Zicheng left behind and couldn’t bear to throw it away. There are pillows and hand frames customized for him by fans, a small fan delivered by a convenience store, and a Polaroid camera that has fallen out of dust after a few times…

Xie Dabai poked his head out of Jiang Zicheng’s arms curiously, straightened up his long body, and looked at the bottomless carton curiously with two small black eyes.

Suddenly, it jumped, and before everyone could react, it slipped into the cardboard box with a squeak, relying on its thin and soft figure, and it disappeared in a few clicks!

“Da Bai!” Jiang Zicheng was taken aback, hurriedly rushed to the carton and started to plan outside.

Xie Dabai’s fur was slippery and he didn’t leave his hands. Jiang Zicheng had touched its big soft tail several times. Before he could tighten his fingers, the little guy went down again!

This box of things became harder and sinker as it went to the place. Jiang Zicheng was afraid of “collapse” and hit it naughty.

The four people gathered around the carton at the same time and started digging out things. After fighting for ten minutes, they finally got everything out of it!

In the empty big cardboard box, Xie Dabai, the little naughty boy, had nowhere to go. It can only curl up its long and big tail, and sit down on a red hard metal box pitifully, weakly and innocently.

It was a round flat box with a pattern of Chang’e flying to the moon, and a raised line of small characters at the bottom-“A good moon and a round people are reunited.” Because of the age, the red paint on the tin box was a bit scratchy and mottled, and even a place was sunken in, which seemed to have been severely dropped by someone.

Brother Hu asked: “Strange, why is there a box of moon cakes?”

Jiang Zicheng looked at the familiar tin box and muttered, “This is not moon cake.”

This is his exclusive memory.