My Blind Actor [Entertainment]

He Lingsheng took Ruan Zhe's arm off his body, "I want to go back to my house."

Ruan Zhe opened half of his eyes in a daze, and grabbed him: "Hmm...? Did Sister Jing call you?"

"The finale banquet tonight." He Lingsheng was still a little irritable when he woke up in the morning.

"Don't go back, I'll take you there..." Ruan Zhe tried to pull him back into the warm blanket.

He Lingsheng still couldn't resist the temptation of being under the quilt, and lay down, stuffed in the quilt: "My clothes..."

"Wear mine." Ruan Zhe twisted a few times to adjust to a comfortable position and then hugged him with peace of mind.

He Lingsheng felt warm all over, and Ruan Zhe's stove physique was fully displayed.

Ruan Zhe stroked two handfuls of He Lingsheng's hair, and murmured, "I'm not used to you cutting it short..."

"The play is over." He Lingsheng muffled, "Next time..." He hesitated, "Don't ruin my clothes again."

Ruan Zhe didn't even open his eyes: "You obviously made that up yourself."

He Lingsheng wanted to say "I didn't", but thinking that this tone should be the style of the other party, he opened his mouth or closed it.

……

Song Hao, who has determined to become an entertainment reporter since he was in college, is mad in the office cubicle.

He didn't catch up with anything this month, and he asked He Lingsheng to run away several times. It was said that if he didn't make any more achievements, he would just pack up and leave.

The little girl next door is still in the internship period, heartless, is He Lingsheng's super fried, Weibo vest "@生生条芝汤", secretly chasing fans of He Lingsheng all day long, licking the screen with great joy, some time ago He Lingsheng's blindness broke out, and the little girl burst out crying immediately, which frightened him half to death.

With dark circles under his eyes, Song Hao looked at the little girl who was concentrating on her phone.

From the day the little girl sat in this cubicle, Song Hao liked him, but the little girl didn't even look at him.

Song Hao wanted to resign.Few of the people drifting in Beijing did not come here with passion.There were a few more who packed up their bags and bought tickets to go home because they were so cold.

He is determined to confess his love to the little girl, whether he fails or succeeds, he will have to try—the senior told him that this is the courage a man should have, and he dare not even confess his love, how can he talk about career success.

So he packed his favorite clothes for his last day of work.

In the end, he was still scolded by his superiors first, and was assigned countless chores. Now the person he likes sits beside him and looks at another man's photo to indulge himself.

"Xiao Yin... what are you looking at?" Song Hao asked casually, and the swivel chair moved a little towards her.

"Eh? Brother Song is here... I'm watching Shengsheng, have you forgotten?" The little girl turned her phone towards him, "This is still a photo you took, the day you turned on the phone to worship God, it's so beautiful..." She Haha laughed, the dimples were cute like some kind of small animal.

"Yes... yes..." Song Hao could only look at the little girl's phone on the table and laugh dryly.

The young man next to him stuck out his head: "Brother Song! Do you have any scissors?"

"Yes..." Song Hao touched his pocket, took out the small scissors and handed them to him.

Something was brought out of the pocket, bouncing on the ground a few times and rolling down the table.

Song Hao pushed aside the chair and squatted down to pick up that thing—it was a metal suit button.

It definitely doesn't look like a bargain, and it's definitely something Song Hao can't afford.

He scratched his head, and put the buttons on the table casually. The photo of He Lingsheng dimmed on the screen of the little girl's phone. Song Hao only scanned for a moment before the screen went off.

But Song Hao's brain suddenly buzzed, blood rushed up all over his body, he quickly reached out to press the phone, the little girl snatched it back, "Brother Song?"

"...I'm sorry..." Song Hao was a little dazed.

He frantically turned on the computer and flipped through the photo library, and clicked on the photo of running desperately and standing in the first row on the left of He Lingsheng.

In the photo, He Lingsheng was wearing a black casual suit, and the angle of light was found very well, making him appear to be tall and straight.

The buttons of the suit were shiny, pulling a ray of light in front of the camera.

... Song Hao searched for it three times, and all the buttons on He Lingsheng's body were intact.

How is this possible... This kind of suit is all custom-made, no matter what, it is impossible for any other person to drop this kind of button into Song Hao's pocket.

Coincidentally, Song Hao recently wore this dress, and that was the only day.

Afterwards, other clothes were sent from home, and he also bought new ones, but he had no chance to wear this one until today, when he wanted to wear the most decent clothes from his college days to confess, only to find the buttons that had fallen into his pockets.

Song Hao held the button in his palm, there must be something wrong with this matter.

The people who can wear the same brand of suits as He Lingsheng can count on one hand, and they are all celebrities who have almost no intersection with He Lingsheng.

Or... there is no intersection on the surface.

Song Hao glanced at the little girl who went to work to fish and chase stars and lick the screen.

He had an intuition that he couldn't resign this time.

……

Ruan Wentian swayed left and right on the wine table, drinking happily.

After three rounds of drinking in the box, the noise of laughter and noise mixed with the heating and the smell of alcohol gushed out as soon as the box door was opened.

The four months of getting along with the crew has long been familiar with each other, and the chats in the group have never stopped every day. At first, the gossip director introduced his precious son to He Lingsheng, which shocked everyone; Regarding Jiang Zhaochen's matter, although everyone generally understands what's going on, it's inevitable that there are a few CP fans for a talented man and a beautiful woman.

Zhang Mi'er is an unassuming female star, known in the circle for being playful and playful, she can play with anyone, a bit heartless.

At this moment, Zhang Mi'er is hanging on He Lingsheng's shoulders like a buddy, holding a red wine glass with white wine in it with the other hand. It seems that he drank some red wine reservedly at the beginning, and started drinking when he was happy. on white.

"Hey... I said Shengsheng...don't mind, I'm your sister, you don't mind if I call you Shengsheng..."

"Hmm..." He Ling gave her a hand before Zhang Mier sat down next to him and put the wine glass on the table.

"Do you like Ruan Zhe?... If you don't like him, I'll beat him for you... This little bastard... promised me well, but in the end he doesn't know how to take care of people... Look at you... ..." Zhang Mier boldly shook He Lingsheng's chest, the name made He Lingsheng stunned at the moment, Zhang Mier unconsciously grabbed He Lingsheng's shirt collar, "Your clothes... are a bit too big... "She laughed wickedly, "Could it be that the size he bought for you is wrong...?"

"No..." He Lingsheng retreated.

He Lingsheng couldn't help but his heart beat faster.He originally wondered if Zhang Mier knew something. He Lingsheng knew that Zhang Mier might know him from the "blessings" that Zhang Mier suddenly said funny that day beside the rockery.

Zhang Mier took out his phone and held it up to take a photo with He Lingsheng, and then quickly posted a Weibo message saying "It's finished, I'm so sad QAQ [picture]".

He Lingsheng was still hesitating whether to ask her now, but Zhang Mier spoke again; "Hey, I'm serious, if you really don't like it..."

"If you don't like you, then..." Zhang Mier stuck twice, but finally didn't say it.

He Lingsheng's hands shaking when he picked up the cup, he didn't have time to analyze what was hidden in Zhang Mi'er's words. At this moment, he only wanted to have a sense of revealing the identity of that person, although no matter what his identity was, it would not affect him. He Lingsheng's feelings for him - it won't be any better, and of course it won't be any less, but I still want to know.

"You just said, who do I like?" He Lingsheng raised the cup to his mouth to hide his nervousness.

"Ruan Zhe, this boy... is quite a nice person, but you are already like this... Ruan Zhe has such a short temper and wants you to take care of him, I am really... a brat... my sister helped him chase you back then ! Seeing sex and forgetting righteousness... You see, I don’t—”

"Zhang Mier!" The actor next to him who played the role of the emperor interrupted her suddenly.

Zhang Mier suddenly burst into tears, but as an actress, she could still hold back her emotions. Soon she stopped and returned to her normal state just now, laughing boldly and patting He Lingsheng on the shoulder, before talking to other people up.

... He Lingsheng completely understood.But what he didn't understand was, why couldn't Ruan Zhe tell himself that he was the director's son?

Everyone in the circle knew that Ruan Wentian had a prince who was said to be the favorite of heaven, but He Lingsheng only seemed to have heard of it, and he didn't know the specific name.

Otherwise, He Lingsheng would have guessed it when Dou Hongxiang called Ruan Zhe "Xiao Zhe".

It was only then that he remembered that Ruan Wentian suddenly mentioned his son in front of him once, and now he understood why Ruan Wentian was angry when he didn't respond.

"... Hu Xian," He Lingsheng called the actor who played the emperor, "Have you met Director Ruan's son?"

Hu Xian gave him a strange look: "It's the one who often comes to the set, director Ruan often scolds him..." Hu Xian said in a deep voice, "Before... oh, sorry..." Hu Xian fell down lightly, intuitively You shouldn't interfere, after all, it's his personal business, and he's not a gossip.

But he knew that Zhang Mier liked He Lingsheng.It's just that He Lingsheng obviously didn't mean anything, and Zhang Mier knew it herself.The amount of information that Zhang Mier said just now was a bit large, but he didn't bother to guess.

But her momentum just now... help if you can, after all, she stayed in the same group for four months, and he still appreciates this girl as a person.

He Lingsheng was in a daze, and before he could think about it, Ruan Wentian's loud voice, full of wine and food, suddenly rang in his ears.

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