After swapping bodies with the actor [Entertainment]

In the long hotel corridor, a heavily armed figure appeared at the elevator exit.

He looked around, walked to the door of a certain room while there was no one around, gently hung the things in his hand on the doorknob, and then left quickly, and the back and forth movements did not even take a minute.

A few minutes later, Lan Yangbing sat back in the car and let out a long sigh of relief.

It was the first time to do this kind of sneaky gift giving to others, and it felt quite delicate.

Both excited and nervous.

After resting enough, he took out his phone, opened the photo album, and stared at the photos of the freshly baked cookies. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was, his eyes and brows were stained with a smile.

I don't know how Lu Qingliao will react when he sees it.

"Huh? Who released this?"

After finishing the day's filming mission, Lu Qingliao returned to the hotel as usual, Wen Yu held dinner in his hand, asked him to step out of the elevator, and asked him blankly after a while.

Lu Qingliao didn't know why, so he walked over to take a look, and also found an unknown item hanging on the handle.

"...What's going on," Wen Yu frowned Lao Gao, reached out to take down the paper bag, followed Lu Qingliao into the room, staring at the bag with a serious face, "Could there be an illegitimate child?"

Lu Qingliao paused, and said casually: "Things of unknown origin, please leave them to the front desk."

"It's not necessarily unknown." Wen Yu put the dinner on the table, put the paper bag on the other side, and opened the package with ease. Aid..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

Wen Yu was taken aback, and looked at the box of cookies in front of him inexplicably, "Huh?"

Lu Qingliao followed his gaze, quite speechless, "Have you received biscuits before?"

"Of course not. Which illegitimate student will send food, and it's still something that has been opened." Wen Yu rummaged through the paper bag again, and after confirming that there was nothing in it other than biscuits that could confirm the origin, he became even more at a loss. "can't read."

"Forget it, let's throw it away." Wen Yu shrugged helplessly, stuffed the biscuit back into the bag, and put it on the ground together with the takeaway bag, "You can't touch food with unknown origin."

Lu Qingliao was noncommittal.

Unexpectedly, the next day, something of unknown origin appeared again.

This time it was Lu Qingliao who saw it first, and while swiping the door card, he carried the paper bag into the house, and couldn't help but wonder if the little idol had also been subjected to such inexplicable harassment before.

Wen Yu entered the room and closed the door, saw the thing in his hand at a glance, and widened his eyes: "Fuck, are you still here?"

Lu Qingliao looked down and said lightly, "It's still something to eat."

"..." Wen Yu opened his mouth, took the paper bag from him, opened it, and it turned out to be another box of fresh biscuits.

"Maybe it's really a fan," Wen Yu touched his chin, "It looks like he made it himself, so there's no packaging or anything."

Lu Qingliao glanced at it, but still had no interest, "Just watch and deal with it."

"Well," Wen Yu nodded, and opened the lock box after a while, with an eager expression on his face, "In case there are still more tomorrow, why don't I do a drug test first to confirm whether it is an enemy or a friend."

"up to you."

After getting permission, Wen Yu took a piece of biscuit and tasted it. After eating, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious!"

On the third day, the paper bag showed up on time.

This time Lu Qingliao didn't let Wen Yu deal with it, instead he stayed by himself.

Wen Yu was rather disappointed, seeing that he really didn't intend to hand it over to him, so he left after dinner.

Lu Qingliao took out the paper bag, opened the lock box, looked at the cake and fork in it and fell into deep thought.

Nothing wrong with the cake, the problem was with the cutlery.

this fork...

Lu Qingliao picked it up, carefully identified it for a while, and confirmed that it was the same as the box of disposable fruit forks that Xiao Ru sent to his house at that time.

The fork has a special color and a strange shape decoration on the top. It should not be so easy to bump into the same model.

"..." Lu Qingliao looked at the contents of the phone, and after a while, he suddenly chuckled.

Will it be him?

Lan Yangbing admired herself more and more.

Not only did he improve his cooking skill points in a very short period of time, he also mastered how to avoid the hotel staff and possible paparazzi, and gave Lu Qingliao the prepared dessert without anyone noticing.

If there was any regret, it probably was that he couldn't see Lu Qingliao eat it with his own eyes.

Although Mr. Tian Luo enjoys it, he still lacks a sense of happiness, alas.

"What are you doing today..." Lan Yangbing sat in the dining room with his mobile phone in his hands, and all kinds of tools were neatly placed on the table in front of him. He wondered what tutorial Jiang Yu would send him today.

A few hours later, Lan Yangbing went out with a fresh chiffon cake.

The weather was not so good today, with dark clouds, and it was already raining when he arrived outside the hotel.

The cake was still in a paper bag, and he forgot to bring an umbrella when he went out. If he wanted to keep the package from getting wet, he had to park his car on the road outside the hotel.

Lan Yangbing slowed down the car, looked around for a while, and then slowly parked the car on the side of the road, "It's raining, there should be no paparazzi."

He looked down at the time, there was still an hour before Lu Qingliao finished work, it was enough.

Thinking of this, he tightened his mask, and quickly ran in from the side door of the hotel with a paper bag in his hand.

The location of the hotel is remote, the scale is large, but the security is insufficient. Only the main entrance has security guards. He easily escaped the sight of the cleaning aunt and ran to the fifth floor where the crew of "Excess" was located through the safe passage.

"Huh..." Lan Yangbing breathed a sigh of relief at the stairs, poked her head out cautiously, and walked out after confirming that there was no auntie cleaning.

513, 514, 515...

"518," Lan Yang smiled, skillfully hanging the paper bag on the door.

He turned around and was about to leave when there was a sound behind him, and the hotel door slowly opened.

In 518, which was supposed to be empty, Lu Qingliao leaned against the entrance, his gaze slowly shifted from the doorknob to his face, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lan Yangbing: "..."

The moment the door opened, his brain was already in a state of shutdown, his body was rigidly maintained in an awkward posture, his pupils shrank, and he was frightened enough.

"Little snail," Lu Qingliao chuckled, his gaze made him nowhere to hide, "Aren't you going to explain?"

"..." Lan Yangbing swallowed, took a step back silently, raised his hand to cover his mask, and blurted out without any thought, "I, I happened to be passing by."

Lu Qingliao nodded, and said solemnly: "Do you think I believe it or not?"

Lan Yangbing: "Do you believe...?"

The author has something to say: Today is too short, I apologize first, let Bingbing perform a meme for everyone.

Film Emperor: Hehe.

...All right, you are old Gong, you have the final say, huh.