Dust's Perjury

A broken bone is not an injury that will heal in a day or two. Wu Chen shot all the shots that could be shot at the end of the movie, and in the end he had to go back to China with the group to continue other work.

In this kind of rapid busyness, the seasons change as quickly as a calendar page is randomly pulled, from the end of winter in Beijing to the beginning of summer in an instant.

Leaning on crutches to get off the plane, Mr. Wu panicked rarely.

He naturally concealed the itinerary, but there are paparazzi stationed here all year round at the airport, and the fracture was still evasively photographed.

Fans are distressed and passers-by are curious.

It wasn't a big deal, and there was another uproar on Weibo.

Wu Chen half-lyed in the lounge of Musie, with a gloomy face, holding up his mobile phone and complaining: "As for, who doesn't get hurt when making action movies?"

Ning Xu smiled: "Isn't it because of Brother Chen's fire?"

Wu Chen glanced at him: "Why are you happy? What if Teacher Lin knows?"

Ning Xu waved his hand: "No, he doesn't look like someone who likes to read gossip online."

This statement seems reasonable, but Wu Chen knew that Lin Sha paid special attention to him, and often acted as a fan on Weibo. While worrying, he couldn't help but smile happily.

At this time, Wang Zhi suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Ning Xu greeted immediately: "Brother Zhi!"

"En." Wang Zhi nodded kindly, sat down and said, "How is your performance this time?"

"Brother Chen's filming is very exciting, and he gets along well with everyone. He is often praised by the crew." Ning Xu reported immediately.

Wu Chen couldn't take it anymore: "Hey, who is your manager? Why are you still his eyeliner?"

Ning Xu felt wronged: "I'm praising you."

I have to admit that Wu Chen is indeed more comfortable getting along with his peers.

——Wang Zhi silently observed these two people, and then arranged the work: "Next, we need to talk about the endorsement of Qiannv and skin care products, and also participate in the planning of the new album. You just have to rest in Beijing for a while."

"That's great, otherwise I would drag this broken leg to film a variety show, it would be inhumane." Wu Chen hummed.

Wang Zhi glared at him: "I'm ashamed to be miserable, the most basic thing to be an artist is to be able to protect your body!"

Wu Chen didn't challenge Wang Zhi anymore, and just saying "Oh" was the answer.

The slightly empty villa, despite passing the environmental quality inspection, still exudes the smell of a new house.

Wu Chen, who finally had a good rest, was lying on the big bed given by the developer, feeling a little excited, holding up the game on his mobile phone to test Lin Sha, and found that he really didn't know about his fracture, and immediately felt more relaxed.

[Under the Konoha Pavilion]: Have you returned to Beijing?Take care of your body, filming is too hard.

[With Light and Dust]: It went very well, how about the sub-attributes of my weapon?

Wu Chen sent out a new krypton gold equipment.

[Under Konoha Pavilion]: (_) Very good, RMB player!

[With Light and Dust]: I don't have any bad hobbies orz, can't I spend some money to have fun in the game?Let's change to a bigger house!I buy your layout!

[Under the Konoha Pavilion]: Alright, it would be best for you to have another daughter.

[With Light and Dust]: ……… I’m afraid, my child.

It's nothing more than using the female account to play the marriage system in the game. If Wu Chen is really allowed to experience the new childbirth system, he may not be able to help but start to dislike his perverted attributes.

Fortunately, Lin Sha didn't tease him any more. He stood in his home and polished his equipment for a while, then said good night.

Wu Chen turned over with his injured leg and closed his eyes. He just wanted to take advantage of the recent opportunity to renovate the newly bought villa, and hope that Lin Sha would return from school.

Building a home is not as easy as creating a career. In addition, in order to make Lin Sha's life convenient, there are many things to consider.

The next day, Wu Chen leaned on the sofa and looked through the resumes of designers for a long time, but he still couldn't decide which one to hire.

While he was in a trance, the doorbell suddenly rang outside the door that few people knew about.

Surprised, he limped over on crutches and asked, "Who is it?"

A familiar voice came: "It's me."

Wu Chen turned on the monitor and saw Lin Sha's face, and immediately opened the door nervously: "Mr. Lin, why are you back?"

"Thank you." Lin Sha turned to say goodbye to the driver who helped carry the box, and then looked at him with a light smile: "Why are you nervous? You look like you've been caught rape."

"No, I'm the only one in the room." Wu Chen awkwardly hopped out on one leg to let him in, and tried his best to pick up the luggage by himself.

Lin Sha's attention turned to his wound, and he sighed in displeasure.

Wu Chen closed the door, and immediately apologized knowingly: "I didn't say it on purpose, the main reason is that you are worried, and it's not serious, it's almost over!"

Lin Sha asked softly, "How did you do it?"

Wu Chen: "Diao Weiya had an accident and fell."

There was a moment of silence in the house.

Wu Chen was worried: "Did you see the entertainment news? It's not because of me that you came back..."

"You underestimate your popularity too much. Baidu has pushed the news, okay?" Lin Sha blamed him with a sense of depression: "It is certain to be worried, but you must be honest. What if the injury is more serious? I don't want to I got the news about you from elsewhere."

Wu Chen touched his head: "I know I'm wrong! I feel guilty talking with you recently! Are you tired from flying? Take a shower and rest."

"Fortunately, I came here after asking for the address from Ning Xu." Lin Sha sighed: "It's the school summer vacation, so I came to Beijing to see you in advance, and I have to go home in a few days."

Wu Chen wanted to help push the wheelchair, but couldn't handle his own crutches, so he was flustered by the side.

Lin Sha approached the living room feeling amused, looked back at him and said, "It's not as good as me, take care of yourself."

Half of the furniture in the living room was unpacked, and the coffee table was a mess of potato chips and soda.

It looks homely and ugly.

Wu Chen's vision of looking at the new home amidst candlelight and roses was shattered, and he introduced, "This is the house I prepared for the two of us. If you want to go back to Beijing and live here in the future, you can count yourself as having a home." .”

Lin Sha's attention was not on the house itself, but on looking sideways at Wu Chen himself.

He really wanted to ask: Why do you believe with all your strength that we can live a good half of our lives?

But considering Wu Chen's answer and that natural look, he closed his mouth tightly again, hesitant to speak.

Wu Chen struggled back to sit on the sofa, sighed and touched his head: "I want to tell you when the house is ready, but everything is different from the plan... It seems that God is educating me, and I can't hide anything from you."

"It's not about avoiding concealment, it's about getting used to two people thinking about issues together." Lin Sha reached out to hold his hand: "If the two places weren't separated, there would be a lot of things to discuss."

Wu Chen looked up: "You finally stopped pushing me away."

Lin Sha smiled and did not answer.

His gentleness is like a butterfly, always tickling Wu Chen's heart.

But right now, he's so embarrassed that he can't even move a leg, let alone doing something bad, he can't even lean over to kiss her.

So depressed!

He probably guessed what this guy was thinking. Lin Sha reached out to smooth Wu Chen's frown, and said softly, "I miss you so much."

When he finished speaking, he leaned over to kiss his lips.

Even though more intimate things had happened before, but it was the first time that Teacher Lin confessed so directly, Wu Chen's earlobes were reddened with hopelessness.