Chapter 114

  "It's nothing to be proud of, having money. I have a lot too." Xi De raised his sharp chin and gave Jiang Chuan a disdainful glance before suddenly switching to his awkward Mandarin and saying, "However, give birth to children for me, and I'll support you for the rest of your life, with no worries about food or drink."

  Jiang Chuan slightly narrowed his eyes, but before he could react, the black-haired young man sandwiched between them had already slapped the file folder in his hand onto the head of the boy beside him with a "slap". The latter let out a cry and raised his hand to touch the red spot on his forehead, while complaining in fluent English with a particularly aggrieved tone: "What's going on? I've been practicing this Chinese sentence for a long time, and finally had the chance to say it out loud!"

  He was just about to mock him with a few words when a large hand reached out from behind him and covered his mouth, pulling him backward. At the same time, Jiang Chuan's voice sounded in his ear: "Next time you try that, you'll find that as soon as your words fall, your head will go boom, thud——"

  He turned his head to look at Jiang Chuan and found that there was no joking expression on the latter's face.

  Xide looked at the man with a gloomy face: "But it was Ziran who promised himself."

  Jian Ran: "......"

  "How can you talk without counting." Xide looked at Jianran again, raised his hand to touch the red forehead that had been slapped, and then frowned with a particularly childish expression. He suddenly stood up, looked down from above, and stared foolishly at the young black-haired man in front of him, saying "I'm angry".

  He turned around and walked away without looking back.

  Heide walked to the edge of the table, grabbed his own lyrics folder, and sat down in a corner of the room with a gloomy expression. Even when his agent came over to talk to him, he turned away and didn't want to listen. After chasing away his agent, he sat alone, reciting his lyrics... Jin Yan stared at him for a while, cleared her throat, opened her own folder, and pretended to look out the window. However, it was obvious that pretending to look out the window couldn't fool the other person sitting next to her who hadn't been chased away yet. So, Jin Yan felt the folder on her lap being taken away: "What did you promise him? To have children with him?"

  Jiang Chuan's tone seemed to find this statement utterly ridiculous.

  However, Jian Ran couldn't laugh at all because he found that he couldn't say "no" with a straight face. He lowered his head and pulled back his folder, mumbling: "Just kidding, how can you take what I said to non-humans seriously?"

  What he said was true, at that time Xi De was indeed non-human.

  But as soon as the words fell, he felt that the man beside him was silent for three seconds. Three seconds later, Jiang Chuan stood up and walked to the leader of the prop group to ask to take a look at the preparation of costume props and so on. This request is not excessive, whether it is as an actor or as an investor, so the other person nodded without hesitation and took him there.

  He stared at Jiang Chuan's back for a while, until the man ruthlessly shut the recording studio door in his face. He was silent for several seconds before he realized that he had probably offended everyone around him - this grievance he really had no place to express.

  After all, he had tried to reveal to Jiang Chuan that he was actually the mouse in his house.

  Jiang Chuan's reaction is also very much within the normal range of human thought - anger.

  If I were to say something like "Don't take it seriously, I'm Ah Fei Xi De, the little black one you forced on me back then. He died for me and told me to get pregnant before he died. How could I not agree? Of course, I knew he couldn't do it, but I just hoped he wouldn't die at that time." If I were to say something like this, I thought about it carefully, and it seems likely that it would completely ignite Jiang Chuan's anger and throw him out of the window of this high-rise building.

  He sat there, frowning and deep in thought, trying to figure out the confusing account, while absent-mindedly glancing down at the lyrics. It wasn't until someone came to announce that it was time to go home that he stood up and realized that he had almost memorized the long string of lyrics, including Sid's part in English.

  I asked the planner about the schedule for the makeup shoot, and after confirming, I took out my phone to call Fang Yu to drive over and wait for me downstairs. At the same time, I thought about what to eat tonight. On the other end of the line, he was vague and said that he had already made plans with others from the crew to discuss work. By this time, I had already walked out of the Claire company's door, and upon hearing this, my eyebrows flew up in dissatisfaction: "You have plans for tonight and didn't tell me earlier, what am I supposed to do, starve to death on the streets?"

  Complaining to himself, he suddenly heard the sound of a car screeching and spinning out of control beside him. He was startled and lifted his head to see a familiar flashy yellow sports car stopped in front of him. The window on the driver's side rolled down, revealing the handsome face of the male god: "Get in."

  The sentence is in an imperative mood.

  "Just... forget it."

  "The nearest subway station is a 20-minute drive from here. By the time you walk there, the subway will be closed," said Jiang Chuan. "Get in the car."

  He wanted to say that his legs weren't that short and he wasn't walking that slowly, but his body acted before his brain could react. By the time he came to, he was already sitting in the car. To Jiang Chuan, it was as if he had a natural charm like a bee drawn to flowers. Jin Yan couldn't help but feel embarrassed - he sat in the car, buckled up, and in the silence, he thought for a moment before saying melodramatically, "Just drop me off at the subway station."

  Jiang Chuan started the car without saying a word.

  Then the car was like it did when it left Jiang Chuan's apartment in the daytime, and with a loud roar of the engine, it flew out like an airplane.

  Ten minutes later, the sports car passed by the subway station in style.

  An hour later, a sports car passed by Jian Ran's hotel in style.

  Half an hour later, the sports car drove to the most prosperous area of the city center. The streets were crowded with people from various countries, professions and identities gathered here as the capital of Germany. At this time, the sky was already dark, and the neon lights on the street were turned on.

  "Are you hungry?"

  "A little."

  Jiang Chuan: "I have booked a table at the Chinese restaurant."

  Jian Ran: "Oh."

  Jiang Chuan: "Fang Yu said you don't like Western food."

  He suddenly stopped making a sound, because at this time he had to twist his head open and continue pretending to look at the scenery in order to slightly demonstrate the emotions on his face, such as blushing. He raised his hand to rub his face, and when he lifted his head again, he found that they had indeed stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant that seemed to be very popular, and the name of this Chinese restaurant was: Sichuan Spicy Hot Pot City.

  Jian Ran: "............"

  Jiang Chuan drove the car into the parking lot and then took the elevator directly to the restaurant - because eating hot pot is all about atmosphere, so this hot pot city does not have private rooms like Japanese restaurants, they just followed the service staff to sit down in a slightly secluded corner. Along the way, Jiang Chuan's tall stature made him stand out, and two big men with above-average looks walking together were quite eye-catching, so from the elevator to their seats, some compatriots from Korea had already recognized them.

  More people recognized Jian Ran, and when he caught a glimpse of a table with several young girls, they had already put down their chopsticks and were chattering excitedly. When they looked up again and saw Jiang Chuan walking behind Jian Ran, they became even more excited, almost to the point of suffocation. Moreover, in this situation, they still followed the rules and did not take out their mobile phones to secretly take pictures...

  Jin Ran and Jiang Chuan sat down at the table, and soon some people who appeared to be bodyguards following Jiang Chuan also sat down at a nearby table. Jin Ran glanced over but didn't say anything, lowering his head to scribble on the paper in front of him.

  Beef, mutton, beef blood, shrimp, crab stick, raw fish slice, Chinese cabbage, lettuce, taro, wonton, winter melon, dried tofu...

  Jinran muttered to himself as he scribbled furiously, then handed the paper to Jiangchuan. The latter took a glance at it, raised an eyebrow and looked Jinran up and down before shrugging: "Worst case scenario is that my voice will be ruined for a few days, but we're not in a rush with the recording anyway."

  Jiang Chuan didn't say a word, directly handing the menu to the waiter. While waiting for the dishes, he glanced around and found that many people were looking at him with expectation - the girl from the previous table who looked particularly excited was already pushing her way forward, trying to get close, but unfortunately, she hadn't even gotten close before being blocked by Jiang Chuan's bodyguards.

  From a distance, you can clearly see the disappointed expressions on their faces.

  He has always been a... rather easy-going steamed bun.

  So when he turned his head and silently looked at Jiang Chuan, the man showed a helpless expression, made a gesture to his bodyguards, and then the girls were released - this seemed to have opened up an opportunity, and people quickly lined up near their dinner table, including many local foreigners who should have been fans after watching "Mysterious Seed". In order not to affect the order of the restaurant, Jian Ran quickly signed names and took photos with a few people before letting the bodyguards disperse the crowd.

  After hastily taking a selfie with the last blonde-haired and blue-eyed fan and sending him off, Jiang Chuan sat across from him, propping up his chin with one hand, tilting his head to lazily say: "Looks like you're quite popular here too."

  He smiled slightly.

  At this time, their hot pot was served, a big red thing floating with a thick layer of red chili and various spices on top, making people drool, they cheered and threw the dishes into the pot, then sat down with shining eyes waiting for the pot to open. When it finally opened, he looked at Jiang Chuan silently expressing: you're the boss, please go first.

  Jiang Chuan didn't stand on ceremony either, picking up a piece of green vegetables with his chopsticks and chewing it elegantly, which was quite out of place with the hot pot. After swallowing, he raised an eyebrow to see a young man with black hair sitting across from him, stretching his neck to stare at him: "Spicy?"

  Jiang Chuan smiled and said, "You try it and you'll know."

  He saw that his foreign friends didn't have much of a reaction, and thought that the hot pot was just intimidating to look at, so he casually picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks, tore it in half and stuffed it into his mouth.

  At that moment, Jian felt as if he saw the Buddha.

  With difficulty, he swallowed that mouthful of meat. Before he could speak, he saw Jiang Chuan beckon the waiter: "Give him a drink and add a seafood pot bottom to his children's meal."

  "Who? Kids' meal?"

  "You." Jiang Chuan used his chopsticks to pick up the half piece of meat from Jian Ran's bowl and put it into his mouth, saying expressionlessly, "If you can't, then don't force yourself."

  "Hey, didn't you say it's best when it's so spicy that your throat catches fire——"

  "When did I say that."

  “………………”

  After some careful consideration.

  Then it was discovered that Jiang Chuan had indeed never said that.

  Provoke.

  So is he measuring others' hearts with his own mean heart? Hehe!