On the go

Chapter4

Rong Zichen took the wine glass in front of him with a smile, his gaze rested on Qi Yan for a moment, and then he said lightly, "What's your name?"

"Qi Yan."

The soft and waxy voice that was neither humble nor overbearing made Rong Zichen appreciate the young man in front of him even more, and he asked as if seductive: "Are you...are you interested in filming?"

There was a little surprise in Qi Yan's eyes, but it was only fleeting. He shook his head lightly and smiled, "I haven't thought about it."

"It's not too late to think about it now." Rong Zichen smiled, and didn't press further, just took out a business card from his jacket pocket and handed it over, speaking in a gentle and authentic tone, "If you figure it out, you can go directly to the address on the business card Report, it is an actor training class, I will greet there in advance."

"Thank you." Qi Yan nodded his thanks, took the business card and put it away.

Rong Zichen curled his lips and smiled in satisfaction, and then turned to An Shaoyang, but his expression was no longer as gentle as when facing Qi Yan, and said with a bit of impatience: "And you, come to my house from tomorrow."

"Why?" An Shaoyang frowned, maybe thinking of what he saw before, he was a little skeptical and blurted out.

Rong Zichen naturally knew what An Shaoyang was thinking, he sneered, looked An Shaoyang up and down, then shook his head, and said critically: "Tsk, don't worry, I'm really not interested in you... "

"You!" Even though An Shaoyang didn't like Rong Zichen very much, even though he never wanted Rong Zichen to think of him, it still made him extremely upset to hear Rong Zichen say such words with such a disgusted expression. .

Before An Shaoyang was about to start scolding, Rong Zichen took out the key that had just been allocated two days ago, threw it into An Shaoyang's hand and said, "My key, tomorrow afternoon from four to six, I'm not free at other times."

After all, he turned around and walked in the direction of the beauty just now, while An Shaoyang, who was holding the key, showed a playful smile, from four to six o'clock, so he wouldn't be able to meet Rong Zichen at other times. I've gone, right...

An Shaoyang, who had made up his mind, went to Rong Zichen's house at around eight o'clock the next night. In fact, he originally wanted to go during the day, but his elder sister called him to help him with a blind date. It took most of the day to go there, and when he came back he was terribly tired, so he fell asleep and woke up at night, and it was about this time when he arrived at Rong Zichen's house after dinner.

An Shaoyang opened the door with the key that Rong Zichen gave him, but as soon as he entered the door, he heard some strange noises from the bedroom, and he was no stranger to such sounds, An Shaoyang raised the corners of his lips slightly , looked a little joking, it seems that Rong Zichen's so-called no time does not mean not at home, but no time to receive him...

An Shaoyang walked lightly to the door of the bedroom, instead of knocking, he grabbed the handle, turned it, and opened the door.

As expected...

A half-naked woman was lying on a large enough double bed, her clothes were messy, while Rong Zichen was pressing on the woman's body, with his hands resting on the sides of the woman's head, and a blue bathrobe was loosely draped over his body.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Rong Zichen almost subconsciously pulled the quilt aside to cover the woman's body, then turned his head, his expression cooled down when he saw the person standing there clearly, and said in a hoarse voice full of sharpness: "go out!"

An Shaoyang heard the suppressed growl, instead of leaving, he crossed his arms, half leaned on the door frame, and looked at the scene in the bedroom with a smile.

Rong Zichen saw that An Shaoyang didn't want to listen to him, so he had to hold back his anger, and comforted the frightened woman in his arms with a soft voice: "You get dressed first."

After finishing speaking, Rong Zichen got up and got out of bed, walked in front of An Shaoyang with a cold face, grabbed his collar without saying a word, pulled it out, and did not forget to close the door when he walked out of the bedroom.

Rong Zichen almost threw An Shaoyang onto the sofa. He looked down at An Shaoyang condescendingly, pointed to the watch on the wall and said, "Do you have a bad sense of time or don't understand human speech? What time did you come? What time is it now?"

An Shaoyang's attention was not on Rong Zichen's words, his eyes lingered on Rong Zichen's body. The open bathrobe revealed fair skin, but his figure was much better than he imagined. The muscles are just right, and the faint sweat makes his whole body full of male hormones, and at this moment, Rong Zichen is not wearing glasses because of what he was doing just now. Glasses, his eyes did not lose focus, nor did he appear confused.

An Shaoyang couldn't help laughing, he never thought that a person's temperament would undergo such a big change due to the difference in attire. The current Rong Zichen has lost his usual meanness and calmness, and has lost a bit of abstinence and elegance. And a little more aggressive.

"Hey, aren't you myopic?" An Shaoyang ignored Rong Zichen's anger, but asked a question that he had been curious about since the beginning.

Rong Zichen laughed angrily at An Shaoyang's inexplicable question: "Fuck, what's your brain like? Do you have any IQ, EQ, huh?"

"What's the matter with me? Ah... I've interrupted your good business, right?" An Shaoyang said pretendingly, the sarcasm in his eyes challenged Rong Zichen's bottom line again and again, "Tsk, how do I know you I can't bear it after eight o'clock..."

Rong Zichen couldn't bear it anymore and leaned over, grabbed his collar with his right hand and pressed him firmly on the back of the sofa, rested his left hand on the side of An Shaoyang's head, staring at him with more black eyes than usual With a bit of cockroach that hasn't faded away, the voice is low and threatening: "If you talk nonsense, believe it or not, I'll just vent my anger on you!"

"Damn it, try it!" No man had ever dared to say such a thing to An Shaoyang, so An Shaoyang frowned instantly, raised his head and yelled into Rong Zichen's eyes.

"Rong, director Rong..." A delicate female voice trembled from the bedroom, Rong Zichen remembered that there was another person there, so he glared at An Shaoyang, took a deep breath, He straightened up and opened the distance between the two of them.

"Director Rong, if you still have guests, I'll leave first." The woman saw the conflict between the two, and she didn't want the flames of war to affect her, so she said.

"Wait a minute." Rong Zichen quietly called to the woman who was about to leave, and walked into the bedroom under the woman's puzzled eyes, and came out after a while, holding two scripts in his hand, and he handed one of them to the bedroom. For the woman, the other book was thrown into An Shaoyang's arms, and then he fastened his nightgown leisurely and said, "Don't you want the role of Xia Xiao? An Shaoyang who happens to be playing Tong Che now Also, you two try the play, act 3, act 10, I will give you [-] minutes to familiarize yourself with the script."

After all, Rong Zichen ignored those two people, picked up the cigarette case and lighter on the table, walked to the balcony, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it in his mouth, lit it with the lighter, and put his hands on the balcony. On the railing, give part of your own weight to the railing.