Personal protection

【Don't disturb the actor who gets up early】

At 6:30, Zhou Cheng heard the sound of the security door, turned over in a daze and continued to sleep.

At 7:30, Zhou Cheng heard the knock on the door again, squinted his eyes to look at the clock, and pulled the soft pillow aside to cover his face.

At 7:45, the sound of pattering water finally stopped, and Zhou Cheng wondered if he should strengthen the sound insulation at home.

At 8:00, Zhou Cheng finally couldn't take it anymore, and rushed out of the room with a chicken coop on his head.

"Li Xiaoran, can you stop making such delicious things in the morning next time?!"

Li Xiaoran held the electric baking pan in one hand, and when he heard the sound, he turned his head and smiled at him, showing his dazzling white teeth, "Good morning, I'll make a copy for you too."

Zhou Cheng's anger dissipated in a breath.

He yawned, and couldn't help but glance at the thick-boiled eggs in the electric baking pan. Zhou Cheng was debating whether he should go back to sleep or eat breakfast.

Li Xiaoran poured the eggs into the plate neatly, held the white porcelain bone plate in his left hand, and divided the eggs into six equal parts with a knife in his right hand. Together with the ones he made before, the beautiful 12 yuan thick egg roast is waiting for the owner's review .

The aroma of eggs penetrated into Zhou Cheng's nostrils, but someone approached him ignorantly, "There is also soup powder, which is made with broth, do you want to eat it?"

"Eat." The spineless words came out before Zhou Cheng's rationality.

A smile flashed across Li Xiaoran's eyes.

When Zhou Cheng was rubbing his hair annoyedly, swaying his long legs and planning to go to the bathroom to wash up, Li Xiaoran cleared his throat, "Next time you get up, remember to put on your overpants."

Zhou Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then looked down.

Fuck, shame, disappointment.

After washing up, Zhou Cheng sat in front of the dining table, and had already recovered his calm appearance in front of the camera, as if he wasn't the one who tried to get angry in bed 10 minutes ago.

After eating two pieces of thick fried eggs, it filled my empty stomach, "What time do you go to work?"

"08:30." While speaking, Li Xiaoran hastened his eating.

Zhou Cheng frowned almost invisibly.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Li Xiaoran snorted and finished the soup, wiped his mouth with a tissue, "It won't taste good when it's cold."

"You don't have to wait for me to eat in the future."

Li Xiaoran put down his cuffs, fastened the buttons neatly, and smiled, "Since there are two people, how can there be any reason to eat alone?"

Zhou Cheng picked up a chopstick of rice noodles, the rice noodles were soft and the bone broth was mellow in the mouth, and the hot air entered his eyes, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Xiao Ran."

Li Xiaoran, who was wearing leather shoes, looked up, "Huh?"

"I'll get up earlier in the future."

Li Xiaoran raised the corner of his mouth and nodded to show that he knew.

But such thoughts always disappear every morning.

Zhou Cheng looked at the ceiling and wondered blankly, is it really suitable for an actor with a chaotic biological clock to live with a policeman who works nine to six?

Even if Li Xiaoran is a little handsomer, a little better in figure, a little better in cooking, a little bit better in character, a little bit more upright... But this is not the reason why he has to get up early every day.

He walked out of the living room barefoot, annoyed by the impulsive decision at the time, and when he looked up, he saw Li Xiaoran's tall and straight back in a light blue uniform.

Zhou Cheng sighed again.

Well well, he admits, the little bits of the bunch add up to nothing better.

Yes, the sullen actor Zhou had a crush on the police officer comrade who seemed incompatible with him. He thought that bringing him into his life would subtly make him like him, so he found an excuse and rented the room to Li Xiaoran for free.

But he didn't expect that before that, it would be himself who was changed.

Zhou Cheng doesn't have many hobbies, he just plays games after work, although he is like an old cadre when he plays games, his brow will be slightly furrowed if he loses, and his left eyebrow will be slightly raised when he wins.Those who didn't know thought he was dealing with official business.

The agent who learned the truth once shouted that he was cheated, but after being pulled into the big pit of the game in the end, he envied Zhou Cheng's calmness.

And he is dedicated, without the appearance that girls like most, but he won the best actor at the age of 32. The industry agrees that he deserves his name after ten years of hard work.

But all of this can't prevent him from becoming an Internet addicted youth, that is to say, when Zhou Cheng is only on vacation, he basically concentrates on games.

That's why he can't get up in the morning at all. People who go to bed at four o'clock in the morning just want to kill when they hear anything in the morning.

Even if he just made a move, he might be knocked down by the opponent.

But such thoughts ended up in one midnight.

Zhou Cheng, who had dinner with his friends, opened the door and saw crooked black leather shoes thrown at the door, and the living room was dimly lit.

At this second, Zhou Cheng was still thinking that he should have a good talk with him. Li Xiaoran has not been home for two days, and Zhou Cheng has lived a fairy-like life for two days.In fact, there is no need to unify the pace of life of two people, right?Especially when they have not developed into other relationships.

In the next second, Zhou Cheng looked in the direction of the light, and this look almost made him lose his mind. Li Xiaoran closed his eyes tightly and fell on the sofa, the sky blue on his lower abdomen was stained dark with blood.

Zhou Cheng, who has painted special effects makeup countless times, will not be ignorant of what it is.

"Li...Li Xiaoran!" Zhou Cheng knelt on the edge of the sofa and took out his mobile phone, sliding his finger at 120 many times.

Except for a wire accident, Zhou Cheng had never shaken so badly before. The phone slipped from his sweaty hands and made a crisp sound on the floor.

Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth and told himself to be calm. After wiping his face, he shook his fingers to unbutton his abdomen. Suddenly, a honey-colored palm with well-defined knuckles pressed against his hand, "Zhou Cheng? You're back? "

Zhou Cheng watched Li Xiaoran sit up with his brows pressed together, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes after a whole night, and he stared at him blankly like a fool.

After seeing his expression clearly, Li Xiaoran was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood, "It's not my blood, it's the criminal suspect's."

"Don't worry." He comfortingly patted the back of Zhou Cheng's hand which was still hanging on his clothes.

Zhou Cheng thought, in the future, whoever invites him to a game in the middle of the night and makes him unable to get out of bed will die. There is nothing more important than keeping pace with the police comrades.

He didn't want to, if there was such a day, he wouldn't even see his last smile.