Actor he doesn't want to be a eunuch

Chapter 411 I'm Still Young After All (Monthly Ticket Plus 24100)

"Sorry for delaying the progress." Anxi lay on the bed, her whole body was under the quilt, leaving only her head outside.

"It's not considered a delay. According to the original plan, there will be no problem after the filming is completed by the end of September, and the performing arts contract will be signed by the end of September." Qian Chen fiddled with this small knife in his hand, and it was finished with three strokes and five divisions. an apple.

This apple was brought by him.

Visiting patients, and being my apprentice, I must bring something.

Anxi felt a little aggrieved.

He actually talked about an acting contract with me, thinking that our master and apprentice are our own people.

But that emotion comes and goes as fast as it goes.

After all, she was the one who apologized first and said that the progress was delayed-this is also a kind of outsider.

Qian Chen handed her the apple.

Anxi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the apple.

There are no clothes on the arms and shoulders, only the thin shoulder straps are hidden in the long black hair.

Good guy, under the quilt, shouldn't it be...

The assistant, Cheng Zi, chatted.

Seeing that it was Qian Chen, she took it into the house, forgetting to remind An Qian.

The clothes must be worn, how much is the problem.

Qian Chen couldn't stay any longer, and put down his knife as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you can take a good rest, don't rush to shoot, at worst, your scenes will be saved until the end, what is the Basha on September [-]th, there is a red carpet to come Walk……"

Emma, ​​our family is actually a little shy.

What the hell...it's an illusion, I've even filmed warm dramas.

I hugged this little girl in "A Chinese Ghost Story 4".

"I borrowed the clothes for the Basha red carpet, and I borrowed yours too." Anxi sat up quickly.

"Okay, you can figure it out." Then, Qian Chen left without looking back.

Qian Chen went back to his room.

His dad called—of course he didn't ask his son what he was doing in the little girl's room, he wasn't that powerful yet.

The main thing is to ask Qian Chen about his trip to Xiangjiang.

Qian Chen briefly explained.

Dad Qian didn't care too much, his son went to visit, and it wasn't a family relationship.

"What is your level of calligraphy and painting? Can you show it?"

Qian Chen thought for a while, then held back a bit: "It's okay, I'm still young after all."

"You get some for me later, and I'll give them away."

His son has the face to give it to Jin Daxia, why can't he give it to a friend.

"Okay, I'll bring it back to you next time." What else could Qian Chen say.

As someone's son, he must be arranged.

"That guqin, give me one too..." Dad Qian was really not polite at all.

Of course, if the father is polite to you, then there is a problem.

"Dad, it's very difficult to make, and the production process is very troublesome, and I'm a little allergic to the lacquer..." Qian Chen was startled, calligraphy and painting don't matter, anyway, it's easy to do.

Moreover, Qian Chen's calligraphy and painting can only be said to be good, and he is definitely not ranked in the historical environment.

You are my father, I admit it.

The qin is not good. This thing was made by the qin masters in the Ming Dynasty.

When he came here, there were only a few finished products.

The rest are still half-finished.

"Forget it, tell me, since it's so difficult to get it, you can just play with it yourself, why give it away, it's nothing special for a golden hero." Dad Qian still felt more sorry for his son.

"I don't often give away my violin to others. The sound quality of that one is not very good." Qian Chen lay down on the hotel bed, pulled up the quilt to cover himself, and left only his head outside.

"Oh, it's just for fun. You're getting better and better. Your mother attended a lecture the day before yesterday, and people praised you in front of her." Dad Qian continued with his son.

It doesn't matter whether the son is busy or not.

No matter how busy you are, you can't compare to your family, and everything about career is vain.

"What are you praising me for?" Qian Chen was quite curious. The lectures that Professor Yu can attend will not be too low-end.

She is not only the title of professor.

There are also some part-time jobs in social science research, which will provide consultation and help for some sociological issues at any time, and participate in the formulation of rules and so on...

"You said that the music you created is amazing, you are a good seed for music." Dad Qian heard his wife talk about it, and then gossiped to his son.

"Oh, is my mother angry?" The original owner's mother is very strong, there is no doubt about it.

Don't forget that she is a tigress just because she doesn't roar.

Regardless of how powerful Qian Chen is now, if his wife really wants to deal with him, he really won't be enough.

Career, marriage, can handle him.

It's just that the tigress has changed her strategy now.

"Although it's out of face, based on what I know about her, she's probably secretly happy, hahaha~"

Qian Chen didn't know what to say.

Before he could say anything, the phone hung up.

But he still heard some lingering sounds.

What wife, why are you back? I didn’t hear you opening the door. What kind of food did you buy~
Dad Qian laughed at his wife behind his back.

It was obvious that he was caught on the spot, so he quickly hung up on his son.

After all, scientists also want face.

Qian Chen laughed.

It's been a long time, and now it's September, and in two months it will be two years.

I've seen a lot of big guys too.

He discovered a pattern, the more capable people seem to like to change wives.

This Mr. Jin I met yesterday is.

Ma Daguan, Zhang Guoqi, Xu Ke, Mr. Bernard Yu, etc., if they were really listed, it would probably fill several pages of A4 paper.

Dad Qian even considered another marriage.

It's just that his original partner didn't leave and dumped, but died of illness in his early years.

In ancient times, it didn't matter if you married more than one.

Modern society doesn't work, so these people start to change, or raise one or more outside.

Qian Chen now has more and more money in his hands.

The power is also getting stronger day by day.

It feels stronger than his godfather Feng Bao - after all, he has motivation, and he can get big achievements. It's useless even if his godfather is perfect, and he doesn't need to fight in person.

If Qian Chen's skills increase a bit, maybe one day he will be able to look like a normal man.

It's a little annoying.

At that time, should I let myself go like Luo Zhixiang, or should I learn from my parents to love each other like this.

Both are not difficult to operate.

As long as he redeems the points for 100 years, it doesn't matter if he commits a crime and can't redeem the points later.

Moreover, he has a strong background.

Filming should be filmed as usual, and money should be made as usual.

Even if someone finds out, they can easily suppress the criticism.

However, is this what you want?
Qian Chen spread out a piece of paper, dipped some ink in it, and wrote with a pen:

After the dream, the stairs are high and the curtains hang down.Last year's spring hatred came.The flower is independent, and the Swifts fly.

I remember the first time I met Xiaoping, the word Luo Yi with double heart.Say lovesickness on the strings of the pipa.At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds.

Remember when we first met Xiaoping~
What emerged in my heart was a blurred face.

Difficult.

Qian Chen picked up the guqin in the corner again and began to play it tinkling.

The last life was all about life and death.

I probably don't have that hormone, so I don't know what it's like.

When I got here, I was in danger, and I didn't dare to relax for a moment when I was desperately trying to make money, and I never had time.

It's probably full by now.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang gave himself a slap, despicable!
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 411 I'm Still Young After All (Monthly Ticket Plus 24100)

"Sorry for delaying the progress." Anxi lay on the bed, her whole body was under the quilt, leaving only her head outside.

"It's not considered a delay. According to the original plan, there will be no problem after the filming is completed by the end of September, and the performing arts contract will be signed by the end of September." Qian Chen fiddled with this small knife in his hand, and it was finished with three strokes and five divisions. an apple.

This apple was brought by him.

Visiting patients, and being my apprentice, I must bring something.

Anxi felt a little aggrieved.

He actually talked about an acting contract with me, thinking that our master and apprentice are our own people.

But that emotion comes and goes as fast as it goes.

After all, she was the one who apologized first and said that the progress was delayed-this is also a kind of outsider.

Qian Chen handed her the apple.

Anxi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the apple.

There are no clothes on the arms and shoulders, only the thin shoulder straps are hidden in the long black hair.

Good guy, under the quilt, shouldn't it be...

The assistant, Cheng Zi, chatted.

Seeing that it was Qian Chen, she took it into the house, forgetting to remind An Qian.

The clothes must be worn, how much is the problem.

Qian Chen couldn't stay any longer, and put down his knife as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you can take a good rest, don't rush to shoot, at worst, your scenes will be saved until the end, what is the Basha on September [-]th, there is a red carpet to come Walk……"

Emma, ​​our family is actually a little shy.

What the hell...it's an illusion, I've even filmed warm dramas.

I hugged this little girl in "A Chinese Ghost Story 4".

"I borrowed the clothes for the Basha red carpet, and I borrowed yours too." Anxi sat up quickly.

"Okay, you can figure it out." Then, Qian Chen left without looking back.

Qian Chen went back to his room.

His dad called—of course he didn't ask his son what he was doing in the little girl's room, he wasn't that powerful yet.

The main thing is to ask Qian Chen about his trip to Xiangjiang.

Qian Chen briefly explained.

Dad Qian didn't care too much, his son went to visit, and it wasn't a family relationship.

"What is your level of calligraphy and painting? Can you show it?"

Qian Chen thought for a while, then held back a bit: "It's okay, I'm still young after all."

"You get some for me later, and I'll give them away."

His son has the face to give it to Jin Daxia, why can't he give it to a friend.

"Okay, I'll bring it back to you next time." What else could Qian Chen say.

As someone's son, he must be arranged.

"That guqin, give me one too..." Dad Qian was really not polite at all.

Of course, if the father is polite to you, then there is a problem.

"Dad, it's very difficult to make, and the production process is very troublesome, and I'm a little allergic to the lacquer..." Qian Chen was startled, calligraphy and painting don't matter, anyway, it's easy to do.

Moreover, Qian Chen's calligraphy and painting can only be said to be good, and he is definitely not ranked in the historical environment.

You are my father, I admit it.

The qin is not good. This thing was made by the qin masters in the Ming Dynasty.

When he came here, there were only a few finished products.

The rest are still half-finished.

"Forget it, tell me, since it's so difficult to get it, you can just play with it yourself, why give it away, it's nothing special for a golden hero." Dad Qian still felt more sorry for his son.

"I don't often give away my violin to others. The sound quality of that one is not very good." Qian Chen lay down on the hotel bed, pulled up the quilt to cover himself, and left only his head outside.

"Oh, it's just for fun. You're getting better and better. Your mother attended a lecture the day before yesterday, and people praised you in front of her." Dad Qian continued with his son.

It doesn't matter whether the son is busy or not.

No matter how busy you are, you can't compare to your family, and everything about career is vain.

"What are you praising me for?" Qian Chen was quite curious. The lectures that Professor Yu can attend will not be too low-end.

She is not only the title of professor.

There are also some part-time jobs in social science research, which will provide consultation and help for some sociological issues at any time, and participate in the formulation of rules and so on...

"You said that the music you created is amazing, you are a good seed for music." Dad Qian heard his wife talk about it, and then gossiped to his son.

"Oh, is my mother angry?" The original owner's mother is very strong, there is no doubt about it.

Don't forget that she is a tigress just because she doesn't roar.

Regardless of how powerful Qian Chen is now, if his wife really wants to deal with him, he really won't be enough.

Career, marriage, can handle him.

It's just that the tigress has changed her strategy now.

"Although it's out of face, based on what I know about her, she's probably secretly happy, hahaha~"

Qian Chen didn't know what to say.

Before he could say anything, the phone hung up.

But he still heard some lingering sounds.

What wife, why are you back? I didn’t hear you opening the door. What kind of food did you buy~
Dad Qian laughed at his wife behind his back.

It was obvious that he was caught on the spot, so he quickly hung up on his son.

After all, scientists also want face.

Qian Chen laughed.

It's been a long time, and now it's September, and in two months it will be two years.

I've seen a lot of big guys too.

He discovered a pattern, the more capable people seem to like to change wives.

This Mr. Jin I met yesterday is.

Ma Daguan, Zhang Guoqi, Xu Ke, Mr. Bernard Yu, etc., if they were really listed, it would probably fill several pages of A4 paper.

Dad Qian even considered another marriage.

It's just that his original partner didn't leave and dumped, but died of illness in his early years.

In ancient times, it didn't matter if you married more than one.

Modern society doesn't work, so these people start to change, or raise one or more outside.

Qian Chen now has more and more money in his hands.

The power is also getting stronger day by day.

It feels stronger than his godfather Feng Bao - after all, he has motivation, and he can get big achievements. It's useless even if his godfather is perfect, and he doesn't need to fight in person.

If Qian Chen's skills increase a bit, maybe one day he will be able to look like a normal man.

It's a little annoying.

At that time, should I let myself go like Luo Zhixiang, or should I learn from my parents to love each other like this.

Both are not difficult to operate.

As long as he redeems the points for 100 years, it doesn't matter if he commits a crime and can't redeem the points later.

Moreover, he has a strong background.

Filming should be filmed as usual, and money should be made as usual.

Even if someone finds out, they can easily suppress the criticism.

However, is this what you want?
Qian Chen spread out a piece of paper, dipped some ink in it, and wrote with a pen:

After the dream, the stairs are high and the curtains hang down.Last year's spring hatred came.The flower is independent, and the Swifts fly.

I remember the first time I met Xiaoping, the word Luo Yi with double heart.Say lovesickness on the strings of the pipa.At that time, the bright moon was there, and it once returned home according to the colorful clouds.

Remember when we first met Xiaoping~
What emerged in my heart was a blurred face.

Difficult.

Qian Chen picked up the guqin in the corner again and began to play it tinkling.

The last life was all about life and death.

I probably don't have that hormone, so I don't know what it's like.

When I got here, I was in danger, and I didn't dare to relax for a moment when I was desperately trying to make money, and I never had time.

It's probably full by now.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zhang gave himself a slap, despicable!
(End of this chapter)