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

In the second half of the game, Wen Nuobai found a reason for the director to talk to him, and Yu Han squeezed his wrist, but didn't say much.

The heartbeat was really too fast, Wen Nuobai exhaled and calmed down his breathing.

His fingers were trembling unconsciously.

Going around from the back door, there are too many people in the outer area, Wen Nuobai must not go, put on a mask and hat, go back to the inner villa, and return to the room to drink hot water with a glass.

In fact, the director really wanted to look for him. Director Wang Ping said to have a video call with him at night to discuss the announcement of "Love Letter". The film has already been sent for review and will be released soon.

As soon as Wen Nuobai returned to the villa on the inner floor and took off his mask, Director Wang's video call came in.

Director Wang was holding an enamel teacup in his hand, and when he saw Wen Nuobai, he said "Huh", "Why is your face so red?"

"what?"

Wen Nuobai subconsciously put his hands on his face, it was indeed a little hot, he looked at himself in the video camera in the upper left corner, and it was indeed a thin layer of red.

"Is it too hot? The temperature in Nancheng has risen recently."

Director Wang glanced at it, but didn't care more.

"Well," Wen Nuobai changed the subject: "Which are the important announcements you mentioned that you want me to cooperate with?"

After talking on the phone with Wang Dao, Wen Nuobai breathed a sigh of relief.

My mind went blank for a moment, I poured myself a cup of hot water, sipped the hot water and sat on the sofa.

When Wen Nuobai first signed into the entertainment industry, he met Yu Han from a distance. When he first joined the company, he attended the annual meeting of Rongding Group that year.

At the reception that night, the manager pulled him closer to the center of the circle, pointed at him, and was sour and jealous: "Look, that circle is full of high-level people, the one in the middle, Mr. Yu from Rongding, with that momentum, if you I can follow,"

The agent said, thinking that Wen Nuobai didn't like to listen, so he shut up.

Wen Nuobai glanced at the people, and the man in the middle stood there with a straight figure, incompatible with the aura of the surrounding people, but he could still suppress it, the sapphire on the hem of the clothes shone under the light.

The man glanced over, calm and cold, swaying past Wen Nuobai with a nonchalant look.

At that time, Wen Nuobai thought that he would never provoke such a person in his life.

At that time, he never thought that a year later, he would be approached by Yu Han's assistant, and then he would sign the contract marriage terms.

At that time, he was short of money, too short, and he was cornered. After careful consideration, he signed the contract.

This is a relationship born of a treaty.

Wen Nuobai closed his eyes, the feeling of his lips and teeth meeting was so clear that his heart was still beating a little tight.

He's actually not that good.

Wen Nuobai knows that he is afraid of intimacy, and he is really not sure about the stress response to long-term intimacy.

Wen Nuobai fumbled in his pocket, but he couldn't find the golden pocket watch. When he changed his coat in the car, it was left in the coat and he didn't take it off.

Being an actor is kind of bad.

Acting too much has sequelae. I am too involved in the drama, and I can't distinguish the boundary between reality and acting.

Just like now, Wen Nuobai felt that it was unreal. In the private room just now, whether it was ice cubes or the words that Yu Han almost bit his ear, were unreal.

When I went out in the morning, I opened a window, and the evening wind blew in, bringing heat.

Wen Nuobai buried her head in the quilt.

I must go to bed first tonight, otherwise I will be embarrassed later.

With this in mind, after Wen Nuobai took a shower, she closed her eyes and counted the cats and quickly fell asleep. When she woke up in the morning, Yu Han was no longer in bed.

Wen Nuobai calmed down, and lay on the bed with her eyes open in a daze.

He took his mobile phone and logged on to his author account Weibo. During this time, he wrote a few short stories on the set, made long pictures and posted them.

After a while, Wen Nuobai took the mobile phone and used the author's trumpet to post a Weibo: "If someone you call brother (not related by blood) tells you that he wants to pursue you, he treats you very well. But, you really just treat him as a very close person, at this time, agree?"

It's not late at night, many girls cultivating immortals are surfing the Internet, see this Weibo, and then look at the person who posted it.

Oh wow.

Knowing that Da Da is a male writer, and knowing that brother is a male, is this straight out of the closet?

The front row was quickly occupied——

"Of course I promised him [dog head]"

"If you like it, then agree. If you just want to agree because you don't want to destroy the existing relationship, bloggers should be cautious."

"Ahhhhhhh Nuomi, you belong to us!"

"Close~close~relationship"

"Brother is long, brother is short, you don't care if brother is hard [eat melon]"

Seeing this, Wen Nuobai suddenly turned off his phone, because he overestimated the lower limit of his fans.

After a while, I pressed it again, and continued to read with a blushing face. There were still many serious suggestions.

Asking him to talk, and asking him to think about his own thoughts are equally divided, and there are also a lot of jokes.

Wen Nuobai thought, he was so uncertain, no matter what choice he made, it would be unfair to Yu Han.

Mr. Yu is so nice.

Wen Nuobai thanked the person who commented, then turned off the phone, and went downstairs slowly, Yu Han was not downstairs because he was dealing with company matters, Xia Guang hurriedly waved to Wen Nuobai to have breakfast.

Today is the last day of the party. A group of people went to the hot spring. Wen Nuobai had a wound on his leg, so he could only stretch his leg by the pool to feel it.

He couldn't think of what to say to Yu Han for the time being, and Yu Han didn't know what to see, so he came to him, handed him fresh orange juice and a matcha towel roll, and brought a boiled egg for the second time.

On the night of the party, they went back separately. Xia Guang and several friends of Yu Han and Wen Nuobai added WeChat and waved to say goodbye next time.

Back in the small courtyard that night, there was another time to apply the medicine, Wen Nuobai's wound recovered very well, he insisted on applying the medicine himself, but Yu Han didn't insist.

Living in the yard is leisurely. A new cat was added to the house. After so many days, this little orange was finally brought into the yard. Porridge and boil some soup.

Because of a leg injury and no suitable scenes, Wen Nuobai's acting turned into a part-time job.

Summer is coming, the flowers planted in the front yard are gradually blooming, green and deep red, Wen Nuobai often sits on the wicker chair in the yard with the cat in his arms, just falls asleep like that, wakes up, with a few leaves falling off his face And petals do not know.

It's really comfortable to live like this.

Except, Wen Nuobai reduced his contact with Yu Han unless necessary.

Yu Han seems to have condoned this situation, whether it is the strength of body movements or words.

However, Wen Nuobai still feels that he is like a prey being targeted, and will be held under the claws in the next second and completely captured.

One night, Wen Nuobai hugged the orange cat, and the little orange cat was obviously getting bigger.

Wen Nuobai said in a warm voice, "You can't eat any more, my orange."

Orange cat: "Meow meow."

I guess I can still eat it.

Wen Nuobai pinched the cat's paw: "My orange treasure, your father and I are actors, so I can't be fat, and the actor's cat can't be fat either."

"I can't eat it, and you can't eat it, do you hear me?"

Yu Han went to shovel the soil in the garden, walked in the door and heard this, and chuckled lightly.

Wen Nuobai looked towards the door subconsciously, and there was a deep smile in Yu Han's deep eyes, and he just looked at him like that.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and Wen Nuobai lowered his eyes.

The cat meowed in its arms, trying to get some more dried fish.

Wen Nuobai didn't care about the dried fish now, the orange cat rubbed it, jumped and ran away.

Wen Nuobai raised her eyes and said, "Brother, are you going to sleep?"

Yu Han answered irrelevant questions, leaned against the door and looked at him: "He is very cute."

"what?"

Wen Nuobai was stunned for a moment before realizing that Yu Han might talk about the orange cat again, which is equal to the orange cat.

Wen Nuobai bent his eyes: "The orange treasure is really cute, and the white cat also likes to rub it."

Yu Han laughed, thinking, it's really cute.

Shrunk into a ball, obviously wanting to hide, but thinking about making porridge and soup every day to watch him drink it.

Since that night, Wen Nuobai felt that the atmosphere in the small courtyard was heating up again, and it happened that the theater was urging him to go to dance practice, and Wen Nuobai thought that his leg injury was basically healed.

This happened last year. At that time, Wen Nuobai was thinking of choreographing a dance to show Mr. Yu. As a thank you gift, he accepted the performance request from the theater.

Wen Nuobai is still ready to dance, but... he needs to reconsider the theme of the choreography.

Thanks Mr Yu for sure.

Wen Nuobai then told Yu Han that he had to go to dance practice, Yu Han didn't say much, but took him to the hospital early in the morning to check the wound, and he agreed after making sure that there was really no problem.

The dance practice place is a little far away from the small courtyard, Wen Nuobai asked Assistant Xiao Xu to pick him up, sometimes it was late for practice, and when he came back, only a few lights were left in the small courtyard for him.

Wen Nuobai is a solo dancer, and he is in the same practice venue as another dancer who is filming a dance drama. He just went there with bodyguards and assistants from his new management company, and not many people talked to him.

After practicing for about two days, a dancer came over shyly and said, "Can you please sign my name?"

Wen Nuobai naturally agreed, and more people chatted with him afterwards.

The teacher of the line dance, who is familiar with it, wants to pull Wen Nuobai to play a guest role in the stage play.

They lined up for Alice in Wonderland. There is a cat character in it, which is very suitable for Wen Nuobai, and the dance style is required to be light and elegant.

After watching Wen Nuobai dance, the dance teacher exclaimed that it was tailor-made.

During this time, Wen Nuobai didn't have any ideas about dancing solo, and was so entangled that she couldn't help it, so she agreed.

It took a few days to go out early and return late, almost staggering with Yu Han's time.

Wen Nuobai came back one night and found an extra note on the table, with Yu Han's sharp and strong words - "Baibai, what are you having for breakfast these days?"

Wen Nuobai was stunned for a moment, picked up the pen next to the note and wrote - "soy milk and whole wheat bread."

After thinking about it, I added another line - "Brother, good night."

When Wen Nuobai woke up the next morning, the note had already been changed.

Yu Han wrote - "Good morning."

Wen Nuobai couldn't help but smile.

When he came back that night, he looked on the table first, and the note turned out to be a new one—"Nuobai, I'll pick you up tomorrow night, okay?"

Wen Nuobai's hands trembled, and the pen made an ink blotch on the note.

Put pen to paper—"Brother, I'm not as good as you think."

Wen Nuobai suffered from insomnia.

He has had the stress reaction of intimate relationships for many years. From junior high school to now, Wen Nuobai has never had an intimate relationship with anyone that exceeded the limit.

Too close contact will make him nervous, and he will breathe quickly when he is emotionally unstable.

Heart disease.

How about confessing?

Wen Nuobai closed his eyes, the woman's shrill shouts, those pointing fingers on the long street, he was reciting a book with a flashlight on in a narrow and dark room, the bamboo sticks were hurting his body, it was very painful.

Teeth hit his lips, Wen Nuobai's eyes were calm, he had to face the past.

You must also tell Mr. Yu.

Wen Nuobai went to dance practice the next day, followed by several dances. She danced very attentively and practiced until the evening. She was exhausted, sleepy and tired, but she had to wait for everyone to finish practicing before doing it all over again.

He waved his hand and said, "I'll go backstage and sleep for a while."

The backstage was full of clothes and props, Wen Nuobai was really too lazy to find a place to sleep, so he just fell asleep on the sofa piled with some feather props.

I don't know how long I slept.

He fell asleep and fell into a dream.

It was when he was a child. At that time, he was just about to enter junior high school. His mother was seriously ill and she was lying on the hospital bed. He stayed in the ward for a long time.

The wards are all white, with sheets and walls, and the faces of the patients.

Wen Nuobai just started to grow taller, and her legs hurt every day when she sleeps.I can't sleep at night, and I have to go to the ward after class during the day to watch over my mother Wen who is getting thinner and thinner.

As the days passed, Wen Nuobai saw that the plants outside the ward were slowly withering, and Wen's mother's consciousness gradually became blurred. The doctor finally came to inform them to go back and prepare.

Father Wen, who hadn't seen him for many days, finally appeared in the hospital with an indifferent expression: "Since it's hopeless, let's leave the hospital."

Wen Nuobai stood in front of the hospital bed holding a piece of silk cloth, holding it stubbornly in front of the woman's eyes, the sunlight fell through the glass window for no reason, elongating the shadow of Wen's father standing in front of the hospital bed, like a man-eating ghost .

Mother Wen Aiqiao is also a dancer, always cutting clothes everywhere with Wen Nuobai.

Walking around the streets and alleys of Nancheng, women have snow-white faces and the most gentle smiles.

Love, love, can't be trusted.

The silk material fell on the ground and was stepped on by many people. The disinfectant water made Wen Nuobai's heart ache.

so sad...so sad,

"He said he was here, but he seemed to be asleep."

"Mr. Yu, do you want me to drive?"

"Need not."

Cold and magnetic voice.

whose voice?

Wen Nuobai woke up with a start, and sat up abruptly.

Wen Nuobai was still wearing a dance costume. In order to conform to the image of a cat, some parts of the dance costume had cats on it, her black hair was messy, and she even wore plush cat ears on her head.

Standing up too quickly, the prop feather was brought up and exploded around Wen Nuobai.

In Yu Han's eyes, it was like being poked, a critical blow.

Wen Nuobai looked over blankly, recovered from sleepiness, and muttered: "Brother..."

His lips were dry and red, and there was a layer of water in his eyes.

His expression was at a loss, as if he had been greatly wronged and hurt.

Yu Han's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly couldn't restrain himself from wanting to slap Wen Nuobai fiercely, and then pressed the corner of Wen Nuobai's eyes, telling Wen Nuobai not to be afraid.

Don't be afraid of anything, he is here.

The author has something to say: there is a brother here, don’t be afraid in vain

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