Turn bad luck into good luck [Entertainment circle]

After Shen Du finished eating the fried egg, he thought for a while and asked Fu Liran: "I'll order some vegetable noodles, do you want to eat?"

Fu Liran swallowed quietly, touched his flat stomach, and nodded decisively: "Yes!"

After the two of them finished their meal, Fu Liran dragged Shen Du up to the second floor, saying that he wanted to digest food so as not to accumulate fat, and Shen Du really believed him at first.

It's not easy to do too much exercise after eating. Shen Du picked up dumbbells to practice his arm strength. When he turned his head, he saw Fu Liran walking around the room, and finally chose to lie on the yoga mat. It seemed that he was going to make up for it Sleep.

Shen Du: "..."

Seeing the other party lying sideways on the ground, he couldn't bear it, and reminded: "There is a guest room downstairs."

Unexpectedly, Fu Liran closed his eyes and waved his hands, not caring: "You practice yours, I'll just squint for a while." He raised his hand and stretched his waist seemingly unintentionally, and a small corner of his clothes was lifted Open, revealing the faint abdominal muscles underneath.

The tone was quite dissatisfied: "I only lost a catty this month."

However, there are strong signals of "Praise me, praise me, praise me!" all over my body.

Shen Du: "...you are thin enough, you have to pay attention to your body when you lose weight, it's very good now." He paused, and then added, "... very handsome."

Hearing this, Fu Liran opened his eyes and sat up. He squeezed his arm, a little depressed: "But muscles are the symbol of a man."

Because of his mixed race, Fu Liran looked fairer than most of the male stars of the same period. This is also the old stalk that the sunspots have been holding on to, saying that he is a sissy and a little boy, in short, there are all kinds of unsightly words.

Therefore, it also made him more determined to tan his skin and build a bodybuilding muscle.

However, he is obsessed with sweets, and he is destined to be extremely painful during the fitness process.

Shen Du looked at him thoughtfully, then let out a breath slowly, the muscles in his arms tensed, and the veins emerged, and he held the dumbbells in both hands and repeated the bending movements rhythmically.

The hour hand slipped by quietly.

When Fu Liran woke up, Shen Du had long since disappeared from the fitness room. He rubbed his eye sockets and gradually woke up. He lifted the thin blanket over his body and suddenly felt back pain and neck discomfort.

And the hunger in the stomach is stronger than in the morning.

——I don’t know how many hours I slept.

He walked out of the room and walked down the stairs while yawning. The dark wooden steps had a heavy feeling of precipitation, the handrails were painted black, and some photo frames of different sizes were hung on one side of the wall.

Bright light penetrated the glass of the window on the left side of the hall, projected in strands, and finally reflected on a person.

Step down the last step of the stairs.

Fu Liran subconsciously stopped.

Shen Du in the living room was reciting his lines with his back to the stairs, but as soon as Fu Liran stopped, he turned his head as if he knew it a long time ago, with some joking teasing on his face: "Are you awake?"

Fu Liran's face was hot, and he touched his nose uncomfortably: "How long have I been asleep?"

"Not long." Shen Du turned a page, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon."

Fu Liran: "..."

It turned out that he slept right past his meal, no wonder he was so hungry.

He flicked his hair indiscriminately with one hand, and the strand of hair that exploded on the top of his head was pressed down and bounced up again, still standing upright and unyielding.

Shen Du left rice for him and warmed it in the rice cooker.

I made two simple home-cooked dishes according to the recipes on the Internet before. The taste is not bad, but the rice is accidentally added with too much water, which is too sticky and tastes bad.

He brought it out and put it on the table. Fu Liran smelled the smell of the food and looked for it. After wolfing down the meal, he turned around and saw Shen Du sitting on the sofa, not knowing what he was doing. He walked over and found that Shen Du was memorizing lines.

After standing for a while, he was a little bored.

"I am leaving."

Shen Du looked up at him.

"Ah."

Then look down at the script.

Fu Liran felt a little uncomfortable, but there was no abnormality on his face. When he bent down to pick up the backpack from the sofa and walked to the door, Shen Du suddenly stopped him from behind.

The corners of Fu Liran's lips curved.

Just as he was about to turn around to speak, he felt a sinking on the top of his head, and the temperature in Shen Du's palm seemed to be a little hot. The other party stroked his bristling hair, and helped him tidy up his messy hairstyle.

"See you next time." The tone was inexplicably gentle.

Fu Liran felt a little hot for a moment, he stiffened his neck and didn't dare to turn his head, said "goodbye" casually and left in the same hurry as when he came.

Leaning heavily on the door frame behind him, he lowered his head and looked down at the palm he just stretched out. His thumb lightly brushed against the pulp of his index finger, which seemed to still have the soft touch of hair.

After staring at it for a while, he turned around and went in, closing the door with a "bang".