Coronation [Entertainment]

Lin Zhen took a shower when he got home, and his body was covered with the aroma of the bowl of mung bean lo mein this morning. He didn't feel repulsed at first, but now he couldn't bear it for a moment, so he called the apartment hotel directly. Room service, sent the whole set of clothes that came back today to be washed.

After lying on the spacious Kingsize bed for a long time, I had no choice but to sleep in Xu Xian's house so comfortably. Now I am not sleepy at all. Lin Zhen cursed softly. The luxury of being able to sleep soundly has now become a luxury. kind of torment.

He habitually reached out and slid his hand on the bed twice, but failed to touch the phone as he wished, only to remember that when the clothes were sent for washing, all his belongings were left on the coffee table in the living room on the first floor, and he wanted to get out of bed to get them, but he was a little bored Tasteless, what are you doing with your phone?Will the other party call to apologize?

Thinking of this, Lin Zhen immediately sneered, he is really enough, it is just the most superficial hype in the entertainment industry, is it worth caring so much?Has it been quiet for a while, the cafes have dropped, and the layout has become so unopened? No, maybe it's just because of the cooking skills and the kang.

"Lin Zhen! Lin Zhen! Where did the brat die?!"

There was a sound of opening the door from the hallway on the first floor, and a woman's hysterical cry brought him back to reality from his contemplation. That was what Wenji used to call him when he first debuted. Since his godhead was confirmed, Haven't called him that in a long time.

"Hey, Sister Wen, why are you here?" Lin Zhen tidied up his home clothes, and quickly walked down from the master bedroom on the second floor.Both Wenji and Wenchu ​​have spare keys in his house, but Wenji seldom uses them lightly in order to avoid suspicion, unless there is something particularly important that needs to be dealt with immediately and he can't be contacted, it will be expedient.

"What's more, you are such a prick, you have wronged a good man for nothing." Wen Ji was changing shoes at the entrance, seeing him coming, he didn't care too much, kicked off the high heels on his feet, and put on silk stockings He ran into the living room.

"What did you say?" When Lin Zhen heard the words wronged a good man, for some reason, he seemed to be relieved, and there was a look of expectation between his brows and eyes, and his face was no longer as gloomy as before. .

"It's Xu Xian, did you wrong him for posting Weibo? I've heard what Wen Chu said. I'm so busy. I posted that Weibo!"

"Ah?" Lin Zhen could feel it himself, the corners of his mouth curled up while he was exclaiming.

"Ah, what, don't even think about it, Xu Xian is also a quasi-second-line screenwriter anyway, why should he hug his thigh so shamelessly?" Wen Ji rolled his eyes, and he really loves and hates this male god who is held up by one hand. Lin Zhen is more humble and hard-working than most artists, but he is too guarded and principled. If he was a little flexible, he would have been called a lonely and widowed king.

"Then... how did you post it?" Although Lin Zhen believed Wen Ji's words [-]%, she still didn't quite understand how she got that photo.

"Hi, I contacted Wen Chu last night. I knew that you didn't call a car to go home. I was afraid that something might happen, so I called you several times. It may be that Xu Xian didn't want to call you, so he called me back directly. , said that you are sleeping soundly so that I can rest assured, and even took a picture of you sleeping and sent it to prove it."

Wen Ji went to the open kitchen on the first floor to make himself a cup of coffee, poured it in one gulp, moistened his smoky voice, took a breath, and continued: "I saw that the angle was good. , and happened to have the words of the script, so I posted Weibo for you, cutting off your retreat, saving you from being indecisive all day long; also giving fans a little hope, recently you have lost fans very much It’s hard, and this time it has risen back a lot.”

"I see." Lin Zhen pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and went to the small kitchen to make a cup of coffee in silence.

"Then, Xu Xian?" He sipped his coffee, saw Wen Ji sitting on the sofa watching TV without saying a word, held back for a while, and asked tentatively.

"You also know that Xu Xian was wronged?" Wen Ji gave him a blank look, but couldn't bear to say him, so he shrugged.

"As for me, I have already comforted him initially, but since you threw the notebook back, you can only get it back yourself." Wen Ji's tone seemed to be joking, and his expression was quite relaxed. Xu Xian didn't overreact, things should have slowed down.

"Do you have to go?"

"You don't have to go, just beat my brother to death and hang him in front of his house." Wen Ji shrugged, obviously complaining about Wen Chu's violent temper. In fact, just before going upstairs, she was still in the parking lot After Wen Chu was trained, this kid only had the benefit of being loyal to the Lord. He was too careless in doing things, so he really sent such a good book back to others. Fortunately, Xu Xian has self-cultivation. He answered his own call, otherwise such a good opportunity would have slipped away in vain.

"Oh, let's go." Lin Zhen thought about the tragic scene of Wen Chu being hung alone at the door of Xu Xian's house. Although he was an indifferent person, he was not so indifferent.

"Wait a while, change into a decent set of clothes and dress up." Wen Ji stopped Lin Zhen who was about to go back to his room to change clothes, and specially instructed him.

"Huh?" Lin Zhen frowned, why did this sound so ambiguous.

"That kid is your fan."

"..."

……

When Lin Zhen came to the dormitory of the troupe again, he was stepping on the dormitory in front of the rush hour. He was afraid that Wen Chu would be embarrassed, so he didn't let him turn into the alley, so he sent him back directly. He went to the depths of Miaocai alley alone. Walking over, facing the last ray of brilliance against the setting sun, the neat suit, delicate face, and brows and eyes are all indifferent and pleasant, and it looks so harmonious with the antique everything around.

"Brother Lin, are you here again?"

Suddenly someone patted him behind him, Lin Zhen turned around and found that Doudou was chasing him from the entrance of the alley with his schoolbag on his back.

"Well, did you just finish school?"

"Yeah, I went to the vegetable market." Doudou raised her small arm and gestured, carrying a lot of fresh ingredients in her hand.

"I'll do it." Lin Zhen liked children, and seeing Doudou's little body hunched under the weight of schoolbags and ingredients, he quickly took the bag from him.

"Oh, then return it to me at the door, and don't let the master see it."

"Well, why?"

"Master said, a good person like Brother Lin..."

"I have seen it."

As soon as the two of them turned a corner, before they reached the gate of the courtyard, they saw Xu Xian's wheelchair slowly rolling out, and waved to them.

"Hey, Master, I'm going to cook first." Doudou cleverly took the ingredients from Lin Zhen's hands, and bounced around the screen wall.

"Come on."

"Hey." Lin Zhen watched Xu Xian struggling to turn the wheelchair and walked towards the yard, and he stepped forward to grab the armrest on the back of the chair in a gentlemanly way to help him.

"Where is the thorn?" Feeling that the resistance has become smaller, Xu Xian simply gave up shaking, turned his head and looked up at Lin Zhen, his hair was combed back in an orderly manner, revealing a smooth forehead, a straight nose bridge, and eyes Very deep, although not as refined as Lin Zhen, but not inferior to ordinary male artists.

"Whale?" Lin Zhen didn't understand what he meant, and was still mechanically pushing Xu Xian into the house, but somehow a huge marine animal appeared in his mind.

"Oh, didn't Sister Wen say that you're going to come here to plead guilty?"

"..."

"Hahaha, sorry, just kidding."

Xu Xian seemed to be in a good mood, he bent down with a smile, revealing his thin white nape, his nape was actually very fair, more delicate than ordinary men, Lin Zhen looked at the skin there in a strange way, He couldn't look away for a moment.

"Are you angry?" At the door of the room, Xu Xian saw that he had been silent, and suddenly turned to look at him.

"Ah, no." Lin Zhen was a little guilty, and quickly looked away. From this point of view, Xu Xian's appearance is also quite good, but he always dressed like a down-and-out uncle before. Why did he pick himself up all of a sudden? By the way, Sister Wen said that he was her fan, so it couldn't be true.

"I'm sorry, I still have a few minutes to write. You can sit down, and Doudou will deliver food later."

After entering the house, Xu Xian arranged for Lin Zhen to sit on the heated kang familiarly, and then he rolled the wheelchair back to the simple workbench in the back room, and sat opposite him across the kang table.

"Oh, you're busy with your work."

Lin Zhen saw the script of "Seizing the Inheritance" that he asked Wen Chu to throw back on the kang table. His face was a little hot, and a corner of the book was a little bit broken. It must be Wen Chu who vented his anger with something and dirty his treasure. .

Lin Zhen sighed, and looked at Xu Xian with his phoenix eyes slanted, and found that he was sitting upright, writing vigorously, his eyelids were trembling with the flying words between the lines, and his eyelashes were very long.Looking at it from this angle, his face is actually still very young. He really looks like the most popular boy in high school, with good looks and excellent grades.

Xu Xian seemed to feel Lin Zhen's gaze, he suddenly raised his eyelids, the eyes of the two met, but they didn't separate immediately.Xu Xian smiled at him, the smile was weak, but it made people feel very comfortable. He looked away and continued to write vigorously.

At this moment, Lin Zhen's mobile phone rang continuously. He used to turn off Weibo notifications, but when he met Wenji in the morning, he was forced to turn on the notification mode, saying that it would be convenient for the future. Check Weibo dynamics at any time.

Curiously, Lin Zhen opened the Weibo client, and suddenly there were dozens of @自己的微博.

——International practice @林镇

—— Lin Shao said quickly, is my male god smiling at you?

--Really?Did Young Master Lin sleep out yesterday?

——The old driver shows the way, @林镜Get in the car quickly.

Lin Zhen was confused, and clicked on the address behind the old driver's Weibo, and actually clicked into Xu Xian's Weibo. He was live broadcasting Xiaokaxiu, and it was a picture of burying his head in typing. Xu Xian looked exactly the same as himself from his own point of view. He was concentrating on typing in the notebook. Suddenly he raised his head and smiled at the other end of the camera, very charming.