Interstellar cat guide

When Liu Wenwei came in, Mao Mi was reading a book in a strange posture. He turned sideways, with his elbows pressed against the underside of the book, and his eyes easily drifted from the text to the face of the sleeping man from time to time.

"I have learned it today. There is Yan Ruyu in the book. This sentence is true." Liu Wenwei said solemnly, and the big bag of fruit in his right hand made a burst of noise as he closed the door. The screech of plastic bags.

"Hush." ​​Mao Mi dropped the book abruptly, jumped off the bed, grabbed the fruit and poured it into the basket, then threw the plastic bag into the trash can.

Liu Wenwei stood at the door, raised his brows, and wondered, "How are you doing? You are so lively."

Mao Mi made a gesture of wiping his neck with a bloody expression.

"It's got to be..." Liu Wenwei couldn't beat this husband-guarding madman, so he grabbed two peaches from the basket and dragged him to the balcony.

The patient stayed in bed early in the morning, completely unaware of his situation, only knew that he was in the hospital, and had no idea of ​​the structure of his elegant and warm single ward.Probably seeing Huo Jingchu just after waking up was enough for him to trust everything.

Unscrewing the small door next to the bathroom, the balcony just wide enough for the two of them to talk lazily lay before their eyes.The windows are closed, and the sunlight filtered through the windows becomes like afternoon. The green plants are scattered high and low, big and small. Two lazy sofas are placed facing each other in the garden-like green, and in the middle is a Precious wooden round table.

Let Mao Mi sit on the sofa, pulled a blanket to cover him, then Liu Wenwei turned around and started washing fruit in the sink: "Is the view nice?"

Mao Mi looked out of the window, and saw the endless green grass meandering, full of flowers, fountains blooming along the road, and nurses in twos and threes were pushing patients for a walk.

"private hospital……?"

Liu Wenwei: "Yeah, how can an ordinary hospital be so grand, you can still see the whole picture of the Federal Building if you stand on the top of the building, the night view is really incredible——"

He washed the peaches and put them on the table, and the topic turned around and came back: "The medical and recuperation here is either rich or expensive, the security is strict, and the mouth is tight, so your Huo Tianwang dared to bring you in. Friends from the media have been squatting in front of the hospital all night, but they couldn’t come in after trying their best, so you can rest assured.”

"Oh." Mao Mi picked a soft peach, took a bite, the abundant juice burst from the pulp, he curled up in the blanket and rolled his eyes.

"You are big news right now. The entire corridor is filled with flower baskets outside the ward. You can go and see the grand occasion when you have time." Liu Wenwei swallowed half of the flesh like a meat eater, and said vaguely, "Last night, the headlines were all You, the program team was interviewed at the airport with a disability, and two of the three sentences were praises for you, and Shen Ziyou even said that you were a lifesaver."

Hearing that he almost choked on the fruit, the "savior" didn't dare to make a sound while eating the fruit.

All of a sudden, the agent who was talking high-spirited just now leaned forward and firmly held his shoulders. There was even a flash of panic in his eyes: "It's okay...it's a good thing you're here with all your needs."

It was the first time Mao Mi saw his emotions so revealed, and listened to the following in shock.

"To be honest, I didn't sleep well last night. I was afraid that seeing you home was a dream, and I was afraid even when I opened and closed my eyes." Liu Wenwei said firmly, "You have a really long face this time. I never thought about it before." You can be so rational and calm to this point... Such a big disaster was actually found by you first... Every time I think of it, I am very afraid for you, how stressed you were at that time."

Mao Mi lowered his eyes, and felt warm in his heart. He and his manager had been together day and night for more than three years, and he knew what the other was thinking with a single finger, and he was the only one who could worry about this pressure for himself while feeling distressed.

"It's fine in the past." That's all Mao Mi could say.

"Yes, yes, it's all over." Liu Wenwei cheered up again as if he had just woken up from a dream, and chuckled, "I picked a few more scripts for you. I think this one is good. You can take it and have a look."

Mao Mi took over the thick script, titled "Five O'Clock in the Afternoon", adapted from "Les Miserables".

"They heard that you played the boyhood self in "Homeland", so they approached you. But in this movie...you are going to play a child in the early stage, the kind who is not as tall as a waist."

"Compared to this, I want to know if it needs to be sung...Since it's an adapted version." Mao Mi shook the script, his voice was a little unstable, and he didn't dare to try the form of a musical.Looking at it this way, there are indeed many challenges in this movie.

Liu Wenwei paused, hesitated and said, "Probably also."

Although it is an adaptation, the script as a whole is far from the original, because its protagonist is a real person, a young man who is insignificant in the long river of history.

After quickly scanning the script, Mao Mi closed the script, smiled and nodded under Liu Wenwei's nervous eyes.

"I feel very good."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Liu Wenwei was thinking about how to reply to the producer, when Mao Mi asked again: "When will it be turned on?"

"Of course, wait until you are really well before turning it on, so don't worry about it."

The manager turned his head to look at him as he spoke, his eyes were flashed by a flash of light, and he couldn't help but stare at the source of the light, only to see that Mao Mi was wearing a fancy ring on his empty finger, and he was about to touch it. The patient dodged flexibly, and his vigilance was in vain.

Liu Wenwei withdrew his hand, dumbfounded: "Shouldn't this be given by your Huo Tianwang?"

Mao Yali said confidently, "I bought it for Yiliang."

"Looking at the variety, have you been working for nothing for three years?"

"...not to this extent." Mao Mi's eyes wandered, and if he didn't look at him directly, his heart would only be for nothing for two and a half years.

Liu Wenwei opened and closed his mouth a few times, he didn't think of any chicken soup literature to teach this artist who was stunned by beauty, so he pretended to be heartbroken: "Your Majesty, a concubine riding a red dust laughs, no one knows The national treasury is empty! I have worked hard day and night for the emperor, and I only hope that my dynasty will be prosperous and strong..."

"Your gift is in the bag on the table."

His open mouth was closed immediately, and he crept into the room like a thief, preparing a gift, before the door was closed, he heard him yelling, scaring Mao Mi so much that he almost jumped off the sofa.

"He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he is on the balcony, you please!" Liu Wenwei panicked.

Huo Jingchu's cold eyes glanced at him, threw the bag over, opened the door again, then turned and walked towards the balcony, walking cleanly, as if he just opened the door to let out a cloud of air.

Liu Wenwei held a bag full of presents, looked around, resigned himself to his fate and fled from the door he designated.

"Get angry?" Mao Mi asked with a smile.

Just now, the cold expression that frightened the living person turned into tenderness in the eyes, the man leaned over to look at him carefully, his voice was low and hoarse: "It's too long-winded, scare him."

"A new bad taste?"

Huo Jingchu didn't answer, but suddenly knelt down on one knee, wrapped his hands around Mao Mi's waist, looked up into his eyes, "Ring."

When he mentioned this matter, he lost his confidence in front of his manager. Instead, his cheeks flushed, and he said softly, "Mmm... small... small gift."

Huo Jingchu held his right hand again, and the rings of the two were placed together, it was really a match made in heaven, pleasing to the eye.

"I was preempted by you," Huo Jingchu kissed all the way from his red fingertips, "How are you going to compensate me?"

Never expecting to be asked "how to pay for it" as a gift giver, Mao Mi, whose rank is too low, opened his eyes wide, looking at the new gangster who was still kissing his fingers, but he didn't know how to react.

A low shocking laugh came from the man's chest, and Huo Jingchu's eyes were burning hot, as if he was feeding a cluster of gnawing flames.

Ever since he got to know Mao Mi, he seemed to be covered with temptations all over his body. Whenever there was a disturbance, even just a smile could ignite the fire of the prairie fire, burning him from the inside out, and his heart was scorching hot.

The chin was picked up by the man's slender fingers, Huo Jingchu stood up according to the posture, and held his lips condescendingly.

The tip of the tongue outlined the beautiful lip line of the person below him, and he heard Mao Mi's rapid breathing with satisfaction.

"Give me a kiss."

Huo Jingchu said against his soft lips.

"You're going to surround me with a ring for the rest of my life, and all I want is a kiss."

"It's my fault no matter what."

Mao Mi put his hands on his shoulders, and rubbed his high nose against him. After hearing the declaration, he said narrowly, "Mr. Huo, can I understand that this is a marriage proposal?"

Huo Jingchu who thought he had the upper hand in molesting: "..."

Even the roots of Mr. Huo's ears were red, and his ears seemed to be transparent under the light. He lightly bit Mao Mi's lips, "This kind of marriage proposal does not conform to my aesthetics. In fact, marriage is just a ceremony, even if marriage The system is annihilated, and I will follow Mr. Mao to beg for nothing."

"So it's not a marriage proposal?"

Huo Jingchu couldn't argue with a hundred words, he was in a dilemma.Of course he wanted to propose, but unfortunately he was wearing a ring that his sweetheart bought secretly, and the other party was still a wounded man. Two old people across the window were fighting over a bottle of milk on the grass. He thought that there would never be such embarrassment and haste in this world. The proposal scene——

Not to mention being urged.

Mr. Huo sighed softly, wishing he could show his heart to the sun and the moon, "Baby, I want to be right with you day and night, and make it public to the world. I am always ready. From the day I saw you, I felt that I will be entangled with you for the rest of my life. When I see you, I will see my whole life. But...you are not ready yet."

Mao Mi was taken aback, speechless.

"As I said, when you're ready, I'll make you a solemn proposal. This treaty has no deadline."

Mao Mi laughed at what he said, and her heartache disappeared. She held his face and said, "Are you making up some love novel? You wear my ring. When I'm ready, of course it's up to me." Come and ask."

Just as I was about to say something I wished for, a man stumbled in from outside the door and shouted in a terrible way: "Mao Mi! I forgot to tell you!"

Facing Huo Jingchu's murderous gaze, Liu Wenwei continued to bite the bullet and said, "I forgot to say...you remember to turn on the TV at night, and the movie program of Capital Satellite TV has your feature."

After finishing speaking, he quickly left the scene without being rushed, for fear that if he was too late, he would be thrown out of the window.

The remaining two people watched his image-lost back, looked at each other and smiled, as if nothing had happened.