I still like you [entertainment circle]

It's only been a few months, and the night has a bit of coolness.

Ji Lin followed behind Wen Yu, quietly watching his back.

He hadn't had time to think about the more unreasonable request that was interrupted just now.

Does making such a request mean that he can still have some expectations, but why did he say the kind of malicious words against their "type of people" back then?

Ji Lin still can't forget that disgusting face.

He couldn't figure it out again, he seemed to easily fall into a dead end emotionally, just like his brother said when he taunted him, he was a child prodigy in learning, but a young child in emotion.

"Did it scare you just now?" Wen Yu's voice came from the front.

Ji Lin was silent for a while.

"I'm sorry." Wen Yu stopped and said softly with his back turned to him, "Nine years ago, you should have been bitten by a dog."

Ji Lin frowned, and was about to speak when he was suddenly pulled into a warm embrace.

The sweet aroma of fruit milk drifted into his nose along with a faint smell of alcohol. The intoxicating aroma of alcohol mixed with his favorite smell paralyzed Ji Lin's olfactory nerves. He squinted his eyes and was in a trance.

Wen Yu opened his windbreaker to wrap Ji Lin around him, and he frowned and looked in the direction of the cars parked at the entrance of the bar.

"What's wrong?" Ji Lin squirmed.

"Don't move." Wen Yu pressed his head and whispered, "There are paparazzi."

Ji Lin was stunned.

"Here is gay, do you want to be photographed?" Wen Yu raised his hand to cover the back of his head, lightly scratched his hair twice, and chuckled: "Then prove yourself today's hot search, and by the way, we will disclose our relationship ?”

Ji Lin began to squirm restlessly again.

Wen Yu clicked his tongue, wrapped him up and walked forward.

As long as their faces are not photographed, the two of them are at most a couple who just came out of the bar. After all, they are not from there and they would not come to such a place casually.

"Where's your mask?" Wen Yu asked him.

"Forgot to take it." Ji Lin's voice was muffled, "Has the paparazzi left?"

In fact, he had lost track of him a long time ago, but Wen Yu deliberately lied to him: "No, it seems that he is still following."

The two faced each other, one in front of the other, wrapped in a windbreaker and moved forward slowly, Wen Yu walked backwards, it was a bit strenuous to walk, but he enjoyed it.

Ji Lin put his head on Wen Yu's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, his own heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

I want to ask something, but I don't know where to start.

"I'm going to Venice in a few days." Wen Yu said.

The tone is very natural, really like gossip between lovers.

Ji Lin also asked naturally: "What are you doing in Venice?"

"Go collect the wind." Wen Yu's chest felt a little hot, all from Ji Lin's face, "It's time to start filming when you come back."

"...Well, it should be."

The hot air that Ji Lin exhaled when he spoke burst into Wen Yu's neck, warm and itchy.

Wen Yu found that although Ji Lin was quite tall, in his eyes, he still seemed to be the junior who skipped a grade and looked at malnutrition, with a thin body, like a bamboo pole in his arms.

"Have you lost weight?" Wen Yu asked suddenly.

Ji Lin was stunned: "... Well, I've been losing weight recently."

In fact, he had just started losing weight, and he lost three to four catties, a slight change that even his brother didn't notice.

"You're so skinny, and you still lose weight? Are all your stars abusing themselves like this?"

Ji Lin pursed his lips and smiled: "No, I lost weight specifically for filming. The role of Xavier, I think, needs that kind of thin and sickly state."

"Student Ji is really serious about things." Wen Yu patted his head.

Ji Lin, who was praised, was delighted from the bottom of his heart, but said calmly on the surface: "This is the basic quality of an actor."

Wen Yu chuckled, and suddenly asked: "Do you have anything to ask me?"

"Ask, what?" Ji Lin was at a loss.

"I keep saying that you are not suitable to play Xavier, why don't you ask me?"

Ji Lin said angrily: "Why should I ask you, anyway, this role has already been decided, it's me, and you can't change it even if you want to."

With cute and lovely arrogance, Wen Yu smiled lightly: "He is not worthy to act for you."

Wen Yu has been to Venice many times, he prefers this city favored by water, but this time he didn't stay long, and he told Ji Lin that he came here to pick up the wind, in fact, it was just to relax.

At least until he returned to Paris, he hoped to feel a little better.

However, there were still a lot of bad things in the meantime.

The night before Wen Yu arrived in Venice, he received a cross-border phone call from Xiang Nan, saying that it was the tango video that was posted on the Internet last time, and a scout from an entertainment company saw it. Call him and ask him if Wen Yu intends to sign with an entertainment company.

There was more than one entertainment company that offered an olive branch to Wen Yu, and Wen Yu ordered Xiang Nan to reject them all.

"They are really capable, and I can find them on my phone." Xiang Nan complained on the other end of the phone, "People in the entertainment industry are terrible."

Wen Yu snorted: "Otherwise, how do you think human flesh came about?"

"Hey, I'm going to change my phone number, eh, but why didn't they find your phone number?"

Wen Yu said calmly: "Because every time I fill in the information, I write your mobile phone number."

"Damn it, Wen Yu, are you sick?!" Xiang Nan was so angry that he swears.

"As an assistant, this is also part of your responsibilities." Wen Yu said confidently, "Okay, hang up, don't call me, and call me again."

Venice flew to Paris very quickly, Wen Yu was relieved enough, and went to Paris the next day.

In a city full of romance, Wen Yu has no fond memories worth mentioning. When he stepped into the Baroque-style building in front of him, he even instinctively felt sick.

Wen Yu was supposed to come to say hello, but Wen Yu walked into the yard expressionlessly.

The aunt who took care of the garden saw him and shouted in surprise: "Young master, are you back?"

"Well, Aunt Wen, long time no see." Wen Yu smiled and nodded.

After Wen Yu returned to China, the number of times she had returned to Paris could be counted on one's fingers. Now that she came back suddenly, Aunt Wen counted the days and knew it clearly.

"Master is playing chess with someone in the study." Aunt Wen whispered.

"Mn." Wen Yu replied, despising the titles "young master" and "master" in his heart.

Walking into the house, Monet's "Woman with a Parasol" is still hanging on the central wall of the living room. Of course, this is just an imitation.

The elegant and comfortable style of the painting seemed out of place with the magnificent decoration around it. Wen Yu always felt that, except for this painting, everything in this room was just like that old man, with no taste at all.

Wen Yu went upstairs to change his clothes. Someone had already notified the old man that he was back. Just as he went downstairs, he met the old man saying goodbye to his chess friends in the living room.

Looking up at Wen Yu, the face of the old man who was originally smiling immediately turned dark.

"Don't you know that you have to say hello to the elders first when you come back?" He leaned on a cane with a stern tone.