Choose me for a contract marriage, I'm super sweet [Entertainment]

The milk was sucked up, Wen Nuobai rubbed the tips of his ears and went to the bathroom, the person in the mirror turned a little red from the tips of his ears, Wen Nuobai took the cold water in his hands, and pinched his own ear tips with cold hands.

Physical cooling.

Ok.

Just act like nothing happened.

The time of the video has not been set, Wen Nuobai went to take a shower first, the weather in country A is very different from that in Nancheng, it is already winter in Nancheng, and the sun is still shining brightly in country A.

Although he didn't do anything that day, Wen Nuobai still broke out a thin layer of sweat, which was sticky and greasy.

He forgot to bring his usual body lotion when he came here this time, so he bought a bottle of body lotion here, but it was useless for a few days ago, and only after opening it today did he realize that it was milk-flavored.

After hesitating for a while, I still rubbed it on. Anyway, if I rub it on my body, the smell will fade away, so it's not a problem.

While it was still early, Wen Nuobai was still rolling on the bed in a difficult lower back position.

"Click"

The door opens.

Yu Han's magnetic voice came: "Well, yes, we are now in country A, mainly because he is filming variety shows here."

When she looked up, she saw that Wen Nuobai was bending her waist into an arc, turned her head slightly and stared at him with wide eyes.

The T-shirt slid down, completely revealing the white and flexible waist, which was incredibly soft.

A smile flashed in Yu Han's eyes, he looked at and continued to talk to the person in the video: "It's okay, he's rather shy, grandpa, don't tease him."

Wen Nuobai:? ? !

He quickly collapsed his waist, got up from the bed, sat cross-legged, and looked over with doubts in his eyes.

Yu Han unplugged the earphones, handed over the phone, and mouthed: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Wen Nuobai took the phone with one hand, and casually straightened her hair with the other.

He pursed his lips and looked at his phone nervously.

In the video is an old man, dressed in a dark black Tang suit inlaid with golden silk and crane clouds, holding two walnuts in his hands, with gray hair and hale eyes, but it can be seen that his expression is gentle: "Little friend."

Wen Nuobai hadn't gotten along with the old man for a long time, and bumped against each other: "Grandpa, grandpa, I wish you good luck like the Songhe in the East China Sea and Changchun."

"cough."

Yu Han couldn't help tilting his head, and laughed out loud.

Old Yu also showed smile lines, looked at Wen Nuobai and said, "I've never seen anyone around Han Han, do you get along well?"

Wen Nuobai nodded quickly: "Very good, Mr. Yu is very kind to me."

He was nervous, and couldn't help but look at the walnut in Yu Lao's hand to ease his tension.

Old Yu noticed it, and asked him with a chuckle, "My little friend knows about walnuts."

Wen Nuobai understands a little bit. He studies literature and has read a lot of literature. He leans closer: "Your pair of walnuts have a clear texture and are sharp. The texture looks like a unicorn pattern?"

Yu Lao laughed: "Yes, it seems that I understand a little bit."

Wen Nuobai rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment: "I only read some literature."

Seeing him more and more satisfied, Mr. Yu said, "Baibai, if that child Yu Han bullies you in any way, you can call me directly, and he won't bully you anywhere!"

Wen Nuobai hadn't been protected like this for many years, she was at a loss for a while, she wanted to say a nice word to accept the kindness, but felt embarrassed.

"Okay," Yu Han took the phone over: "Don't talk too much, he can't pick it up."

Old Yu's voice sounded very happy: "Is this the protection?"

Yu Han said softly, "Well, I will protect him."

Wen Nuobai sat there cross-legged, knowing that these words were for the elderly, he still turned his head and took a light breath.

Yu Han asked a few more words about his body, and the video was hung up.

Standing beside the bed, she said to Wen Nuobai, "Sorry, it happened so suddenly, I came in without knocking on the door."

"it's okay no problem."

Wen Nuobai exhaled, and scratched his hair.

Yu Han's hair was still wet, he looked down at Wen Nuobai, thought for a moment and said: "Baibai, I think we should change our names and discuss it?"

"what?"

It seems to be right, he has always called Yu Han Mr. Yu, which is actually quite unfamiliar.

What can you shout?

Yu Han sat next to him, picked up the script he had scattered on the bed: "Can I read it?"

Wen Nuobai agreed: "Yes."

It's just a fragment, without signing a non-disclosure agreement, so it can be shown to people close to me.

The two were very close, and there was a faint smell of milk. Yu Han paused while flipping through the script, turned his head to see Wen Nuobai sitting there cross-legged, holding a glass of water unconsciously in a daze.

Black hair and creamy white skin.

Like a piece of milk cake.

Yu Han remained calm: "Have you changed your body lotion?"

Wen Nuobai blinked, and realized what Yu Han was saying: "Ahem, what?"

Yu Han closed the script: "It should be a floral fragrance before, but now it's milk?"

I could smell it all the time.

Wen Nuobai shook the hand holding the water cup, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Cough, it's the commonly used one that I forgot to bring this time."

"Well, it's okay." Yu Han turned his body a little to prevent the water from his hair from dripping onto Wen Nuobai's body: "It all smells good."

Ok.

Since Mr. Yu said it smells good, then it smells good.

Wen Nuobai was terribly ashamed and a little flustered, he didn't understand, the same thing, Mr. Yu said it and others said it, gave him a different feeling.

He took a sip of water to cover up, and said, "Do you want to hear about Mr. Yu?"

Ah no.

It's even worse.

Yu Han gave him a deep look.

The room was very quiet, there seemed to be birds chirping outside, Wen Nuobai quickly denied: "No, I mean, did it affect Mr. Yu?"

His breathing quickened unconsciously, and he felt like he was out of breath, but it was very slight, and he couldn't even notice that there was a problem with his breathing rhythm without careful observation.

Yu Han stretched out his hand and lightly covered Wen Nuobai's mouth and nose, Wen Nuobai was breathing rapidly, and the skin touched his palm, very soft.

After a while, Yu Han supported his head and said gently: "Don't be nervous, it won't affect you."

Wen Nuobai is now very light red from the tips of his ears to his neck. He calmed down, blinked, his pupils were filled with water, and said softly, "I'm fine, Mr. Yu."

Yu Han withdrew his hand: "Slight asthma?"

"No." Wen Nuobai shook his head: "When you are nervous, you will unconsciously breathe faster. It doesn't affect much. I have specialized training, so I usually don't notice it."

Yu Han pinched the script: "It's okay, you hid it well, I'm more sensitive to this aspect."

Wen Nuobai opened his eyes.

Yu Han put down the script: "My mother has asthma."

He pointed at the script on the white bed with his slender fingers: "It's also a coincidence that my mother is also in the entertainment industry."

Wen Nuobai's attention was completely diverted.

But after Yu Han said these two sentences, he didn't say anything more, got up and drew the curtains, and opened the window.

The figures of fine vehicles passing by at night, and the smell in the air that is completely different from that of Nancheng.

"When are you going to audition?"

Yu Han asked Wen Nuobai.

"a week later."

"Well," Yu Han turned around by the window: "I wish you success in advance."

After finishing speaking, Yu Han took a white towel and put it on Wen Nuo's white head: "Good night."

Wen Nuobai rolled his eyes: "Mr. Yu is going to work in the study, come and sleep later?"

Little did he realize that he was inviting people to sleep.

Yu Han looked at the tip of his nose, and replied: "I'll see the situation, go to sleep."

"Oh."

Wen Nuobai took a towel and wiped her hair little by little, then nestled under the quilt.

He raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose. Mr. Yu's palm had been staying there just now. He had this problem for a long time, from the initial trouble to the later habit, and due to his long-standing hiding, few people discovered it.

Wen Nuobai felt that he couldn't figure out Mr. Yu.

Although there was no need to think about it, he buried his head in the quilt.

About 10 minutes later, when the phone turned on, Mr. Yu sent a voice message.

Wen Nuobai opened it.

The voice is very deep and has texture: "I think if you keep calling me Mr. Yu, it would be rather unfamiliar. This name may be misleading. If," Yu Han seems to hold his phone a little far away when it comes to this sentence, it should be due to work. For the matter, he ordered a few times and came back: "If you don't mind, you can call me brother."

Wen Nuobai's eyelashes trembled, chewing on these two words.

brother.

Teeth then tapped her lower lip, Wen Nuobai pressed the voice button: "Okay, brother, good night."

His voice is light and soft, and has a unique waxy timbre, like a milk cake covered with syrup, which is easy to move people's hearts.

The next day, Wen Nuobai returned to the country with a part of the crew ahead of schedule.

He has to prepare for the audition, so he can't stay here all the time.

What's more, I'm also familiar with Mr. Yu, and I've passed the first test with Mr. Yu, so I don't need to get along so frequently for the time being.

Wen Nuobai went back to the villa, first hugged the white cat and rubbed it.

He was going to his alma mater to see if he could ask his senior to contact the professor of psychology for dinner.

He is the only one in the whole villa, Wen Nuobai often plays alone on the carpet with bare feet, practice the basic skills of dancing after getting tired.

Quite lonely.

If it wasn't for a cat, he probably would have moved back to the company's dormitory.

Wen Nuobai sometimes wonders what Mr. Yu is doing, he must be busy, the big boss must be very busy.

And Yu Han was extremely rational, Wen Nuobai accidentally glanced at the schedule that day, it was accurate to every minute.

Every day is acting and eating.

On the day of the appointment with the seniors in the school, Wen Nuobai prepared the cat's food and water in advance, and went to the eating place in advance.

This senior's surname is Xia, and his name is Xia Qi. He has a double degree in finance and psychology. He is the chairman of the student union of Nantah University. He met Wen Nuobai because of the copywriting propaganda.

When the time came, Xia Qi, who was always on time, dressed in formal attire as a financial professional, walked over and said, "Nuobai, I haven't seen you for a few years, you look better and better."

Wen Nuobai handed over the menu and started the business bragging mode: "Senior is too."

Halfway through the meal, before the psychology professor came, Xia Qizhuang mentioned it unintentionally: "Nuobai still calls me senior, it's too unfamiliar, since I'm two years older than you, why don't you call me brother."

Ok?

If it were a few days ago, Wen Nuobai might not have thought much about it, but the key is that he already has a "brother" now, so it doesn't seem so good if he continues like this.

Wen Nuobai smiled dryly: "No need, the senior feels unfamiliar, so let me call you brother."

The two were talking when the phone rang.

It's Durham.

Du Sheng waited for Wen Nuobai to answer the phone and said directly: "Now there is an opportunity for you to confirm a role."

Wen Nuobai:?

Du Sheng continued: "Director Wang needs a house or a villa for filming. It is very difficult to organize, but it is Mr. Yu's real estate. If you are willing to persuade Mr. Yu to let him rent this house to Director Wang for a period of time, I guarantee you There is a role."

"How about it?"

Wen Nuobai: ...

What's this?And, how dare you?

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