If you don't marry a daughter-in-law, you will inherit the family property

"What are you thinking about?" Ji Yaoli looked at his eyeballs rolling back and forth, he must be thinking about something again.

Lin Sheng shook his head violently when he heard this, and at the same time retreated to the door of the safe passage, "I...I'm going to film."

"and many more."

Lin Sheng staggered at his feet, and turned his head bitterly, what advice do you have?

Ji Yaoli suddenly asked: "That day at the hotel, you said that besides dancing, you were also good at singing, right?"

Lin Sheng was a little uncertain what he was going to do, so he had to tell the truth, "Actually...it's not very good, hehe, that's what I said at the time."

Ji Yaoli didn't delve into it, "As long as you can sing." He opened the door for Lin Sheng, "Go."

The corridor was full of busy staff. Lin Sheng quickly rushed into the room and was stopped by Luo Ming who was holding a notebook.

Luo Ming looked at his expression and couldn't help but praise: "Wonderful, the make-up artist has to add chicken legs today, look at this listless look, it is especially in line with Xinxia's mood in this scene."

Lin Sheng nodded with a half-smile, but no, the make-up artist Ji came out, one to two.

The supporting roles are in place, and the filming officially starts—

Xinxia stepped out of the elevator door with heavy steps. What greeted him was no longer the cheerful puppy wagging its tail at home, but relatives standing at the door with sleeves wrapped around them, looking sad, and several of them were still wiping their eyes.

Seeing him appear with a suitcase, the fragile sister-in-law even sobbed softly.

Xinxia's face was as white as a piece of paper. When he heard Xinyi's bad news on the phone, he thought it was some bastard who was joking with him. After berating the other party, he couldn't accept this reality.

But at this moment, he was forced to believe.

His feet were as heavy as lead, and he couldn't lift them up at all, and he even wanted to run away.

Lin Sheng has experienced the death of his dearest relatives twice. Although many years have passed, as long as he thinks of that dark past, his heart will still pierce him like a needle, making him breathless.

So he seldom thinks about the past, try his best to forget it, and just focus on the present, so he will be much happier.

At this time, Xinxia's aunt came around, angry that the anchor named Qu Yang did not rescue him when he passed by, causing Xinyi to lose his life, and other neighbors echoed with each other. Didn't hear a word:

"I want to see her first."

……

Lin Sheng was in a daze, and this scene overlapped with the memory of that year. At that time, he was in the third grade of elementary school. One day after school, his mother did not come to pick him up, but his uncle picked him up.

Along the way, his uncle sighed to him, saying that his father had passed away, and his uncle took him to see his father.

Although he was young, he had heard others say that death meant leaving him forever, and he didn't believe it.Dad squeezed toothpaste for him last night and said goodnight to him.

Uncle kept talking to himself, saying that the investor of Dad’s company had an accident and went to jail, the company’s capital chain was broken, and Dad had been looking for new investors, but they all failed, and he was disheartened and drank a lot On the way home after drunk driving, he hit a bridge pier, the car crashed and people died.

Is this a man-made disaster or self-inflicted, who is to blame?

When Lin Sheng was brought home, his relatives cried and scolded his father, saying that he was confused, so they left mother and son and left.

My mother was lying on the bed, and when she found him back, she hugged him suddenly, her throat was already hoarse, her whole body was shaking violently, crying as if she was going to faint the next moment.

Lin Sheng was afraid now, will it be only him and his mother from now on?

But the relatives were all wrong. When the father left the two of them, mother and son, he also left things behind, leaving a huge debt.

When my father was alive, he borrowed a large amount of money from the bank. If nothing happened to the investor and my father was still there, there would be no economic problems in the normal operation of the company, but there is no if.

The company, real estate, mother's jewelry, and the family's car were all mortgaged, but there was still a considerable amount of money left.The relatives of the older generation have passed away and no one can help them. The relatives pretend to be deaf, and the uncle has limited personal ability and can't help with anything except condolences.

Almost overnight, Lin Sheng changed from a young master of a rich family to a pitiful creature in everyone's eyes.

He and his mother moved to a smaller apartment. His mother was no longer an enviable rich wife. She even had to go out early and return home late to work in order to barely maintain Lin Sheng's studies. The debt was more like a mountain of debt on this woman. body.

In the end, the woman's heart attack relapsed, and she followed her father.

The court judged his uncle to be Lin Sheng's guardian. In this way, Lin Sheng lived in Cai's house with a paper deed.

……

Ji Yaoli stood outside the filming area, watching Xin Xia tremblingly walking towards the mourning hall, and beside him was the new mother who was leaning on the new father and weeping bitterly. For a while, the mourning hall continued to cry, Xin Xia seemed to be unable to hear her, and stretched out her hand to the mourning hall. The white cloth on the body.

Seeing Xin Yi with a pale face, lying on the hard board with his head tilted, Xin Xia couldn't take it anymore and fell to the ground, his eyes were so red that they were about to bleed.

At this time, a person walked by Ji Yaoli, looked at everything in the shooting area side by side with him, looked back at Ji Yaoli's fist clenched due to high tension, and said softly:

"What are you thinking about?"

Ji Yaoli's Adam's apple twitched, "Suddenly I wanted to understand why Lin Sheng kept pulling me the night he was drunk, begging me not to drink and drive. I forgot at the time that his father was drunk and drove away."

Half a year ago, Ji Yaoli sent someone to investigate Lin Sheng, and they knew almost everything about Lin Yukang's name change to Lin Sheng.

An Qian sighed in his heart, and asked: "Since you are so distressed, why did you insist on asking Mr. Lin to accept this drama? You have read the script beforehand, so that these situations can be avoided."

Ji Yaoli was silent for a while, "When you got to know him from his relatives, what did they say about him, remember?"

An Qian nodded, "It is said that Mr. Lin is heartless. When Lin's father and Lin's mother left, he didn't shed a single tear. He is an unfeeling and selfish person."

Ji Yaoli chuckled lightly.

"I know he's not like that."

He looked at the field, Xinxia looked at Xinyi's body, tears welled up in his eyes, and instantly covered his whole face.

Ji Yaoli said: "When my father left, he didn't cry because he knew that he was the only man in the family. He couldn't cry. He needed to mature and be his mother's support. Later, when his mother left, he didn't have to cry. Who is crying for? There is no one in this world who cares about his tears.

"Then let him cry a little bit."

Xinxia found a cardboard box next to Xinyi. The name of the police station was marked on the bottom of the box. There were mobile phones and other waterlogged relics inside. He saw the top one at a glance. It was Xinyi who was clamoring for money from him. A skincare product I bought.

He couldn't cry for a moment, and knelt on the knees of the new parents and mother, crying bitterly.

Ji Yaoli's eyes became moister, "Do you think it would have been easier if I had been by his side at that time?"

An Qian glanced at him worriedly, "Don't blame yourself, your situation was not good at that time, maybe it was a disservice."

When Ji Yaoli heard the words, the sadness in his heart dissipated a little, and he glanced at him, "You are so comforting?"

……

For this funeral scene, Director Luo used a one-shot shooting method. Due to Lin Sheng's extraordinary performance, he even passed one shot. Luo Ming excitedly shouted "Cut!"

The supporting actors hurriedly wiped away their tears, chatting together in groups of three or four, only Lin Sheng was still kneeling on the ground, propping his hands on the chair, covering his face, sobbing suppressedly, trying not to let himself make a sound, but the sound of whimpering was still It caused many people at the scene to turn their heads.

Zhuang Zhuang hurried forward with his down jacket, put it on Lin Sheng's shoulders, and patted him on the back softly, "Okay, it's over, Brother Sheng."

"I, I'm fine." Lin Sheng's nasal voice was so heavy that he couldn't speak, and Zhuang Zhuang wanted to talk again. Lin Sheng gathered his down jacket and quickly went into the bathroom next to him.

An Qian said to Ji Yaoli: "Why don't I evacuate for a while and you go and have a look?"

Ji Yaoli stared at the bathroom door for a while, "No, give him some time."

……

Afraid of delaying the filming process, Lin Sheng immersed his face in cold water and forced himself to calm down. When he looked up in the mirror, his eyes were red and swollen, his cheeks and nose were also red, and he was extremely embarrassed.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Lin Sheng opened the bathroom door—

Luo Ming was standing outside with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his body was covered with white smoke.

Lin Sheng quickly stood at attention, "Director, I'm sorry, I didn't control my emotions well just now, and I made you laugh."

"I've just entered this industry and I've seen many actors who can't control their emotions freely. They won't scold you. Don't be nervous." Luo Ming patted him on the shoulder.

He took a deep breath, "The actor industry is actually involuntary, because the role requires that you have to force yourself to cry when you are happy, and laugh when you are unhappy, and even when you are sad. You can’t cry unscrupulously like an ordinary person.”

Lin Sheng listened quietly without speaking.

Luo Ming stamped out the cigarette with the sole of his foot, and picked it up again, "It is said that an actor can only be called an actor if he looks like what he plays. Not like yourself. Have time to think about it."

Lin Sheng chewed his words in his heart, he was quite moved, and thanked him, "Director Luo, but I may have to wait until I can take pictures, my eyes are still swollen..."

"No hurry." Luo Ming interrupted him, pointing to the living room in the room, "Mr. Ji has business with you, you go first."

Lin Sheng raised his head abruptly, only to realize that Ji Yaoli had been standing five steps away, looking at him.

Did President Ji never leave?Didn't he see his crying scene just now?

Ji Yaoli waved at him, "Come here, the company has made some arrangements for you, come and listen."

Lin Sheng froze for a moment, then walked over quickly, followed him to the sofa, and Su Zihan arrived at some point, looking down at his phone.

Noticing their arrival, he quickly smiled politely at Ji Yaoli, and then gave Lin Sheng a thumbs-up, "The scene just now was really good, even if I were to play it, I might not be able to perform as well as you."

Lin Sheng scratched his head embarrassingly, "I'm overwhelmed."

At the same time, he wanted to sit down on the sofa, but was stopped by Ji Yaoli, who asked An Qian for a tissue, and then wiped him himself before letting him sit down.

This house has not been lived in for a long time, and it was temporarily used for filming, and the non-filming areas were not cleaned, and a lot of dust accumulated.

Lin Sheng pursed his lips, and subconsciously glanced at Su Zihan. The latter was startled, turned his head away, and pretended not to see this scene. An Qian noticed Lin Sheng's gaze, and left immediately, letting the supporting actors avoid it for a while.

In the living room, there are only a few production staff who can't leave the equipment for debugging, and Su Zihan's manager assistant.

After Ji Yaoli wiped Lin Sheng's seat, he wiped it for himself casually. After sitting down, he found that there was not even a trash can, so he had to pinch the dirty paper ball in his hand and said to Su Zihan:

"The environment here is limited, so I won't talk about the polite words. Let's get straight to the topic. We, Xunlin, got a spot for Sun TV's New Year's Eve party. The company's publicity department planned a plan for you to sing with us, Lin Sheng. This song can be regarded as an advance promotion for the release of "100 Days."

Su Zihan understood in his heart that it was for cooperation.But... He glanced at Ji Yaoli calmly. This kind of cooperation is too common, and the form of cooperation is also very simple. It wouldn't be possible for a group boss like Xunlin to come and talk to him in person, right?

Lin Sheng's eyes widened: What? ! ! !The New Year's Eve party is a live broadcast, let him sing?It's too late to fix the sound, can it really work?He felt that Ji Yaoli had too much confidence in him, but his voice...

But Sun TV has a very good reputation. He grew up watching Sun TV's TV series and variety shows, and he has a different feeling for this TV. If he can be on this TV...

The longing made him temporarily forget his crappy voice. Ji Yaoli saw his expression and knew that he would like it, so he didn't tell him all the time, wanting to surprise him.

Su Zihan pondered for a while, then turned his head and asked his manager, "Do I have a schedule on New Year's Eve?"

The agent whispered in his ear: "There are, but..."

Su Zihan immediately turned her head and smiled at Ji Yaoli, "Okay, please send the detailed planning plan to my manager, and we will further discuss the time to practice songs."

His agent didn't stop him in time, and he was full of hatred for the failure of steel, and was going to ask him to suppress it and raise the price before agreeing.

Ji Yaoli was also a little surprised by Su Zihan's straightforwardness. He originally planned to agree unconditionally no matter what conditions he offered, as long as it didn't violate the principle. Now it saves a lot of trouble.

Ji Yaoli took care of everything for him, Lin Sheng didn't care much about it anymore, his eyes were idle, he kept staring at the paper ball on Ji Yaoli's fingertips, his eyes dangling with the paper ball.

Su Zihan said with a smile: "Lin Sheng and I had a misunderstanding because of some trivial matters before, and we were looking for some opportunities to ease the relationship with him. Now this opportunity has come to our door. There is no reason not to seize it quickly."

Lin Sheng glanced at him, and now he thought about it, he did have a good relationship with him for a while before, if it wasn't for that incident...

Seeing that he has been sincere in seeking peace in recent days, the resentment in his heart has completely dissipated. Su Zihan's character is still good, and it is quite comfortable to be friends.

Ji Yaoli raised his eyebrows, this kind of feeling in his heart is not very good, even though he can feel that the matter between these two people must have nothing to do with love, but he is very unhappy, very unhappy.

This feeling that only they know, he doesn't know.

Lin Sheng saw the ball of paper trembling at Ji Yaoli's fingertips, looking like it might fall to the ground at any moment, and felt very itchy, so he stretched out his hand to him with the palm facing upwards.

Want him to give me the tissue.

Ji Yaoli glanced at him, and found that he pouted towards his palm.

Then...Ji Yaoli subconsciously threw the ball of paper, took Lin Sheng's hand, and clasped his fingers tightly.

Lin Sheng: "..."

Su Zihan & Manager & Assistant: (⊙_⊙)(⊙_⊙)(⊙_⊙)

The whole living room suddenly fell silent.

Other people who were originally doing their own things turned back with feelings: . . . . . . .

Everyone didn't know where to put their eyes for a while.

When An Qian came back from clearing the scene, he happened to encounter this strange situation. The corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, he quickly clenched his fist and put it to his mouth, coughing twice heavily.

Only then did Ji Yaoli come to his senses, his pupils dilated slightly, he felt upset just now, he just wanted to rub Lin Sheng into his arms to swear his sovereignty, and he took his hand without hesitation.

Now he said lightly: "Hands are still tender."

Lin Sheng's forehead was twitching in pain: "..." What are you doing brother?

Su Zihan & Manager & Assistant:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?How do they answer this?

The others blinked, not daring to take a breath.

An Qian felt convulsed again.

is not that right?Ji Yaoli himself felt so, why did he speak out what was in his heart?

Within a few breaths, Ji Yaoli talked nonsense without changing his face:

"Oh, I made a slip of the tongue. I meant to say that my hands are quite cold. An Qian, pay attention to the issue of keeping the company's artists warm. The body of the artist is the capital of the company, and health issues must always be the first priority."

An Qian approached, and said "yes" with a serious expression on his face.

The whole room was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Lin Sheng laughed dryly, and pulled his hand out.

Ji Yaoli bent down to pick up the ball of paper, and smiled politely at Su Zihan: "As for the specific matters, my assistant will discuss the details with your manager at that time. There are still some matters in the company, so I will take my leave first."

Su Zihan got up quickly, "I'll see you off."

Ji Yaoli stopped him, "You're welcome, Lin Sheng will send it off, I happen to have something to tell him."

Lin Sheng stood up with his head down, ignoring the probing gazes in the room, and followed him out, while An Qian purposely stayed far behind the two of them.

Walking to the elevator entrance, Lin Sheng took a careful look, seeing that there was no one in front and behind, so he gave Ji Yaoli a push and said urgently:

"President Ji! Everyone saw what you did just now!"

Ji Yaoli touched his nose, "I can't help myself at the moment."

Seeing that Lin Sheng was still worried, he said, "When they see it, they see it. They don't dare to say anything."

As he spoke, he leaned over and approached Lin Sheng's face suddenly, "Let me see if the red eyes of our little white rabbit are better."

Lin Sheng was sure that he saw himself crying just now, and turned his head away embarrassingly, but was pulled back by Ji Yaoli.

Ji Yaoli held his cheeks, "Lin Sheng, you should know that men are easily sexually impulsive. Every man's impulsiveness is different. Some people will be sexually impulsive because of other people's voices, while others will be sexually impulsive because of other people's voices. I was sexually aroused after being touched on the back of my ear, and where is my sexual arousal, do you know?"

The place where Lin Sheng's cheek was close to his palm couldn't help but heat up, where is it?Ah bah, why does he need to know this...

Ji Yaoli pressed his forehead against him, "As soon as you cry, I want to fuck you."

Lin Sheng's heart beat instantly, ah.

Ji Yaoli rubbed his hair, "So, don't cry anymore."

"If you want to cry, you can only cry in front of my face, you know?"

I know shit!Lin Sheng thought, cry in front of you, wait for you to fuck me?

……

Xunlin Media quickly sent the plan for the New Year's Eve concert to Su Zihan, and the manager of the other party responded quickly, and the contract was signed immediately.

The next day.

In the small open kitchen in Ganhouli, Ji Yaoli was wearing the apron that Lin Sheng gave him when he went to the supermarket to buy soy sauce, elegantly washing the whole grains.

An Qian stood behind him, took the tablet and connected to the WIFI whose name made him feel uneasy, swiped twice, and reported work to Ji Yaoli one by one.

Ji Yaoli occasionally responded with a few words, peeling the longan in his hand and patiently removing the core.

An Qian's voice paused, looking at Ji Yaoli's busy figure, he twitched his forehead, and Mr. Ji was eaten to death by Mr. Lin.

He could even foresee that many years later, all of Mr. Ji's passbooks would be in Mr. Lin's hands, and Mr. Ji would secretly hide his private money in the socket.

Can feelings really make people so crazy? Such thoughts crossed his mind.

Ji Yaoli noticed that there was silence behind him, and immediately turned around, "Huh?"

An Qian quickly looked at the tablet, and said respectfully:

"What's more, the cooperation between Mr. Lin and Mr. Su Zihan has been officially announced through our company's Weibo. Su Zihan also forwarded it to confirm. The comments from netizens are very good. They are very curious about the newcomers in Mr. Lin's circle. In addition, we The work of the company's public relations department, apart from our official fan support club, has spontaneously gathered a lot of wild fans on the Internet, and the momentum is very good."

Ji Yaoli let go of his heart, nodded, then added the washed raisins to the porridge, and said softly: "Lin Sheng likes sour food."

He grabbed another handful of red beans, "meaning lovesickness."

An Qian: ...

In an instant, he imagined how pitiful Mr. Ji was when he was discovered by Mr. Lin because he hid private money.

Ji Yaoli suddenly said: "Do you know why people drink Laba porridge on this day?"

An Qian said something wasteful: "Because...today is Laba Festival?"

Ji Yaoli said: "It's for gratitude, thanks for passing this year safely, and thanks for everything."

An Qian was confused.

Ji Yaoli asked again: "An Qian, how have I treated you all this time?"

An Qian's heart was exquisite and clear, and he immediately reacted, "Of course it is excellent, I should drink a bowl of Laba porridge you made, and thank you for cultivating me over the years."

Ji Yaoli turned on the stove to cook, and the spoon stirred, "Then why, there has been no follow-up on the matter that asked you to investigate?"

An Qian's heart skipped a beat, it turned out to be because of that matter, "That matter is really strange, I have been investigating without slacking off, but behind that matter there may be a big person putting pressure on it, and everyone keeps it secret."

Ji Yaoli looked down at the five grains boiling in the pot, but did not speak.

An Qian has always been confident in his efficiency, but now he also feels that he is procrastinating, so he gritted his teeth, "Don't worry, I will give you an answer in the near future."

Ji Yaoli: "Okay."

At this time, the mobile phone in An Qian's trouser pocket vibrated suddenly, and he took it out to have a look, "A voice call from the company, please wait a moment, Mr. Ji."

Then he walked to the balcony and talked with the other end of the phone for 5 minutes.

When he came back again, his face was a little ugly, he hesitated and said again and again:

"Mr. Ji, there is something wrong with Mr. Lin."

Ji Yaoli looked over immediately, "What's wrong?"

An Qian carefully observed his expression, "While netizens are paying close attention to Mr. Lin, the blogger, Little Fairy in the entertainment circle, suddenly broke the news, saying that Mr. Lin's private life is chaotic, and he is being taken care of by a mysterious benefactor. A lot of black stuff."

Ji Yaoli knew about this Weibo account called Little Fairy of the Entertainment Circle, and he had always been disowned by his relatives, desperately digging out the behind-the-scenes news of the entertainment industry, regardless of whether it was true or not, he had no professional bottom line.

Ji Yaoli laughed out of anger, "Mysterious benefactor?"

An Qian nodded, "Yes, the photos of entering and leaving the hotel late at night, the photos of getting off the luxury car, and even the photos of being intimate on the street..."

"Fart! It can't be Lin Sheng." Ji Yaoli interrupted him.

An Qian whispered: "I've double-checked, the person in that photo must be Mr. Lin."

Hearing this, Ji Yaoli smashed the iron spoon into the pot, "Who? The mysterious benefactor, can you have more money than me?"

An Qian thought for a while, "Yes."

Ji Yaoli was so angry that his eyes widened, "What luxury car? Better than the Koenigsegg in my garage?"

An Qian said yes with difficulty.

Ji Yaoli was speechless for a moment, "Can you be more handsome than me?"

An Qian covered his face and nodded.

Ji Yaoli smoked from his head, "Check! Check it out for me, I want to see which bastard is poaching my corner!"

An Qian raised his hand, wanting him to calm down first, but hesitated to speak, and couldn't help but say:

"That mysterious benefactor is...you."

A certain bastard was petrified on the spot, and a few seconds later, he picked up the iron spoon in the pot and dug An Qian's head, An Qian ran away—

Ji Yaoli roared: "Can you fucking stop talking halfway!!!"