I'm the man who wants to be the best actor [Rebirth]

Fang Lu didn't have the slightest intention to restrain himself, and laughed even more recklessly with a "hahahaha".

Ling Han: "..."

He reluctantly followed up with a smile, and when his lips curled up in an arc, he realized that he had relaxed a lot.Probably only that person has this kind of magic power, which can make him wipe away the depression virtually.

"I'll take my grandpa home tomorrow, so I won't go there," Ling Han said before hanging up the phone, "The day after tomorrow is Chinese New Year's Eve, so I won't be able to leave."

Fang Lu was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Ling Han was reporting his itinerary to himself, and he didn't know what to say for a while, because this feeling was a bit weird: Brother Han, why did he tell me his schedule? ah?They just happen to live opposite each other, and they have a good relationship, that's all.

But everything seems so natural and logical.

"Cough," he cleared his throat pretentiously, "well, it's okay, I must spend the New Year with my family."

Ling Han hesitated to speak for several times, but in the end he just said: "Are you going home for the Chinese New Year?"

He remembered that after returning from New York at this time last year, Fang Lu had already returned to the apartment, and he thought that the relationship between the other party and the family might not be very good, but they were not that close at that time, and he was too embarrassed to ask more questions before the relationship reached that point. Later, when the relationship got better, it seemed abrupt to bring up this matter again, so Ling Han never found the right time to ask these questions.

Fang Lu just gave a vague "hmm" when he heard the words, which further confirmed Ling Han's guess that Fang Lu didn't have a good relationship with his family.

"Happy New Year to you in advance, Brother Han." Fang Lu said.

"Well, Happy New Year." Ling Han said.

As Ling Han said, after he brought his "old and unscrupulous" grandpa home, he never rested. As the "cooking person" with the best cooking skills in the whole family, Ling Han shouldered the responsibility of the New Year's Eve. The two important tasks of night dinner and New Year's dinner, from making a list of dishes at the beginning, to purchasing in the supermarket in person, and cooking in the kitchen in person, can be described as hands-on.

And Ling Han did not disappoint his family's expectations, a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner was praised endlessly by his grandfather, father and mother.The elder sister is celebrating the New Year at her husband's house. This is the first time she is not at home for the New Year.Naturally, the chef didn't need to wash the dishes anymore. After eating and drinking, he sent the table of dishes taken before the meal to Fang Lu on WeChat, and the response was almost instant:

"[Faxin] [Se] Han, did you do this? It's amazing! I adore you so much, really!!!!!!!"

Looking at the string of exaggerated exclamation marks, Ling Han couldn't help laughing out loud.

My mother was sitting by the side scrambling to snatch the red envelopes from the group of colleagues, when she heard her usually restrained son suddenly laugh, she even forgot to claim the huge two yuan red envelope, and looked up at Ling Han.

Using her sixth sense as a woman and her intuition as a mother, she felt that her son was abnormal—the person who chatted with him on WeChat... was unusual.

"Who are you chatting with? So happy." Ling's mother's temptation was quite blatant.

Ling Han suppressed the smile on his face with a "whoosh", and hurriedly shook his head: "No one, just ordinary...friends."

He paused for a moment, and felt guilty for a moment—he didn't even believe what he said, and almost bit his own tongue when he said it.

Ling's mother raised her eyebrows, but she didn't tell if she saw it through, she lowered her head and continued to grab the red envelope: "Hahahaha, look, Lao Ling, I got [-] yuan, haha, I'm the luckiest!"

Ling's father, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, made a cheerful voice: "Hey, so much, a huge sum of money, send me a red envelope later, rich man!"

Grandpa sat on the balcony, raised his head to look at the stars, and muttered: "My old man watches the sky at night, the trajectory of the star in the east will completely coincide with that in the south."

Ling Han looked at the grandfather who was obsessed with astrology on the balcony, looked at the mother who was obsessed with grabbing red envelopes in the living room, and then looked at the kitchen: "..."

This feeling is indeed good, but with his mother's reaction just now, Ling Han has a ghost in his heart, and feels that this place is no longer suitable for chatting on WeChat, so he got up decisively and went back to the bedroom.

"What did you have for the New Year's Eve dinner?" Ling Han typed.

Fang Lu returned in seconds as usual, this time it was a picture: a square table filled with delicious dishes.

Seeing so many dishes, Ling Han was a little dumbfounded, and replied: "So many?"

Fang Lu continued to reply vaguely: "Well, there are many people in the family."

Ling Han didn't want to miss everything about Fang Lu. Looking at this photo, he wished he could become Sherlock Holmes, and finally he saw a clue: a girl's sleeve was exposed in the lower left corner of the picture, which looked very familiar. Especially the bare|exposed skin on the back of the hand with burn marks at the cuff...

Ling Han has always had a good memory, and he quickly remembered that Cindy was wearing the same style two days ago.Although the same style was flying all over the place, his sixth sense told him that this was Cindy—he remembered that she accidentally burned herself while making coffee on the set some time ago.

He once saw Fang Lu touching Cindy's head on the set...

The more Ling Han thought about it, the more strange he felt, it wasn't jealousy, it was simply "curiosity": Lulu actually spent the New Year with Cindy?What is their relationship?

He felt that with his current relationship with Fang Lu, if there was something between Fang Lu and Cindy, he would at least tell it, but obviously... Fang Lu seemed to be hiding something on purpose.

With this strange mentality, he spent the New Year's Eve anxiously, and spent the New Year's Day when all kinds of people came to pay New Year's greetings like sitting on pins and needles.On the day of the second day of junior high school, Ling Han finally seized the opportunity to sneak out. He kicked the gas pedal to the end and came directly to the apartment building.He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He simply dialed Cindy's mobile phone number, and cut to the chase: "Where are you?"

When Cindy saw that it was her boss's phone call, she was shocked: "Ling Han, are you okay?"

They had agreed in advance that if there was nothing urgent, they would not make phone calls during this period. Even if it was New Year's greetings, just use WeChat, which is cheap and convenient.

Ling Han reported a place for Cindy to come over, but when he saw Cindy get off Ren Zhichu's car in a hurry—Ren Zhichu was not the driver, but Ling Han remembered the license plate number—he felt a little subtle: What's going on? !

Fang Lu definitely did not celebrate the New Year with Ren Zhichu, otherwise he would have told me—Ling Han was doing ideological construction in his heart.

"Could it be that Lu Lu really went home for the New Year? I saw the photo wrong?" Ling Han asked himself.But now is obviously not the time to delve into these two issues, because Cindy's overly exaggerated reaction made him jump.

"Ms. Ling, are you okay?! Call me suddenly." Cindy was quite anxious.