I still like you [entertainment circle]

"That's it—" Shao Ye nodded clearly, and then remembered something, "By the way, the latest episode of "Universe" you updated on Weibo, I heard that the inspiration was Ji Lin?"

Ji Lin was drinking fruit milk and choked when he heard this.

"Yes." Wen Yu said calmly.

"You two—" Shao Ye's eyes wandered between Wen Yu and Ji Lin, "The relationship seems to be very good? You are the one dancing with Ji Lin in that video, right?"

Wen Yu didn't deny it: "Can you recognize it if it's so blurry?"

"That's for sure, the features are so obvious." Shao Ye glanced at Wen Yu's long hair tied up. This mysterious painter was cooler and more chic than he imagined. I met you two at the door of the dance studio, but I didn't pay attention, so I didn't recognize it just now."

Wen Yu lowered his head and pondered, and remembered.

Shao Ye asked again: "So, you want to play the third male role in "The Source of Murder"? Are you going to be a cameo as the original author?"

Ji Lin pursed his lips, and lightly tapped the cold glass wall with his fingertips.

"Not really." Wen Yu looked indifferent.

"Ah? No?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Ye's cell phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Where are you? Where are you going?" Shao Ye's manager was on the other end of the phone, and he seemed to be in a happy mood, "I just picked up a book for you, male third, not many scenes, but a big IP, The character design is also very pleasing, if you have time, come to me to get the book, the filming of this scene will start soon."

"What drama?"

""The Source of Murder"."

"……what?"

"It's the movie adapted from the manga you like, the one with the English name, isn't the male third in that movie still undecided, I chatted with the director for several days, and I got it for you."

Holding up his mobile phone, Shao Ye looked up at Ji Lin in a daze.

The agent urged on the phone: "Okay, come back quickly, you have to get up early to audition tomorrow."

Shao Ye hung up the phone in response, and twitched the corner of his mouth at Ji Lin: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Ji Lin didn't know why.

"Both of them are accountable to me." Shao Ye turned to the bartender and said goodbye, "I still have something to do, so let's go first, you two talk slowly."

After Shao Ye left, the atmosphere became delicate again.

The bartender raised a professional smile and asked Wen Yu, "What do you need, sir?"

"Cognac."

"OK, just a second."

Ji Lin drank the milk in a muffled voice, and had no intention of leaving.

Let's go now, otherwise it will appear too passive.

Wen Yu broke the silence: "What are you doing here?"

The inexplicable question, even Wen Yu himself felt inexplicable.

Ji Linxue was broken, and he gave an ambiguous answer: "What can I do here."

"It's gay here." Wen Yu's voice was rare and deep.

Ji Lin frowned: "I'm gay, what's wrong with being gay?"

"Come to be gay and drink milk?" Wen Yu glanced at the fruit milk in Ji Lin's hand.

Ji Lin stiffened his neck and said, "It's none of your business."

Wen Yu laughed, took the wine handed over by the bartender, and took a sip.

The degree of Cognac is still relatively high, and Wen Yu hasn't drank strong alcohol for a long time, and he felt a little choked after taking a sip.

Wen Yu covered his mouth and coughed, a pungent feeling spread from his heart to his throat.

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Ji Lin couldn't help asking: "What's wrong? Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Wen Yu shook his head, remembering that he was poisoned by drinking too much a year ago.

At that time, it seemed to be cognac, right?

Wen Yu picked up the wine glass and shook it, and couldn't help frowning.

Is this a fallout?

Just as he was in a trance, his hand suddenly became empty, and Ji Lin took Wen Yu's wine glass away.

"Don't drink." Ji Lin pushed the glass aside, his face serious, "You seem to like drinking very much, too much drinking is not good for your health."

Wen Yu's heart moved, he put his hands on his chin, looked at him with a smile, and said, "Yes, I drink too much."

Ji Lin glanced at him and remained silent.

Wen Yu reached out to grab the wine glass, but was stopped by Ji Lin, who grabbed his wrist and said in a deep voice, "Don't drink."

Ji Lin's palms were dry and warm, and Wen Yu felt a heat slowly rising from his wrist. He held it so tightly, and his strength was astonishing, but that warmth made Wen Yu ignore the warmth in his wrist. pressure on.

——It feels like it’s okay even if the bones are crushed.

Wen Yu chuckled: "I don't want to drink it, so can you share your milk with me?"

Ji Lin was taken aback, let go of his hand, turned his face away and said, "You can ask the bartender to make you a drink."

"I just want to drink yours." Wen Yu pushed forward.

Ji Lin bit his lip, struggled for a moment, and agreed to this unreasonable request.

Where is Ji Lin's bottom line?Wen Yu couldn't help asking in his heart.

Ji Lin asked the bartender for a straw.

Wen Yu couldn't take his eyes off him.

Can you make this bottom line your own?

Wen Yu made a strange mistake, and suddenly leaned in front of Ji Lin, and when Ji Lin turned his head, he saw a handsome face close at hand.

"No need for a straw." Wen Yu's thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was bewitching, "Can you feed me with your mouth?"

Ji Lin's pupils suddenly dilated.

Wen Yu became more presumptuous, raised his fingers to caress Ji Lin's lips, and spoke in a tone like that glass of fruit milk, sticky and greasy: "Anyway, here——I touched it nine years ago."

Ji Lin's lips trembled slightly, with light pink drops of milk hanging on them, the lip shape was so thin, but the lip color was very dark, if he took a bite, would he taste sweet and sour like fruit milk?

The melodious and melodious piano music flicked over the bar lightly and slowly, the lights were dim, and the voice was ambiguous. Everyone was immersed in a world where souls fit together, and no one would notice them here.

Ji Lin's ears were red, his hands and feet were stiff, and once again he was too helpless to react.

"Brother?"

A cautious and tentative voice rang in his ears.

Ji Lin's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, and after recovering, he subconsciously avoided Wen Yu's fingertips.

Wen Yu seemed to have just come back to his senses, with his hands raised in the air, with a dazed expression, staring at a certain place with empty eyes.

Is Cognac the aftereffect of alcoholism that makes people crazy?

What was he doing just now?

sex.Harassment?

The person who came was Ji Lin's junior in the same major as graduate school, and Ji Lin was surprised: "Du Yun?"

"Really, is it you?" Du Yun smiled shyly, "I thought I had the wrong person."

Du Yun was wearing a waiter's uniform, obviously not here for consumption, Ji Lin asked suspiciously: "What are you doing here? Be a waiter?"

"Ah." Du Yun scratched his head embarrassingly.

"Why do you come to this kind of place to be a waiter?"

"The salary is high." Du Yun was very calm.

Ji Lin frowned, and put on airs as a senior brother: "You are not busy helping Professor Liu with the project, do you still have time to come here as a waiter?"

"Don't mention Professor Liu, my head is going bald these days." Du Yun said with a mournful face, "The professor said that taking us is like bringing cabbage, everyone has no brains, and no one can save him without you. Heart."

Ji Lin lowered his head and laughed.

The laughter is crisp and crisp, especially nice.

Wen Yu turned his head to look at him, and looked up to find that the junior was staring at Ji Lin intently, his eyes narrowed with a smile.

The look of seeing a happy person.

Wen Yu sneered from the bottom of his heart, and took a sip of Ji Lin's fruit milk.

Ji Lin's sexual orientation is not a secret from Du Yun. During school, the two had a very good relationship.

"This is," Du Yun looked at Wen Yu, "Brother's——"

"Friend." Ji Lin said.

"A friend I met here?" Du Yun seemed to have a lot of experience, so he said.

Ji Lin clicked his tongue: "You care so much?"

Du Yun sneered: "It doesn't matter, I won't chat with you anymore, I'm going to work."

"Well, let's go."

After Du Yun left, Ji Lin turned his head and found that his cup was bottomed out. Wen Yu took out a tissue, pressed the corner of his mouth, and smiled: "The milk is delicious."

Where is it delicious?

He doesn't like sweet things at all.