Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The sound of the bathroom door being pushed open, Lynch turned his back subconsciously.

Almost no sound of footsteps could be heard, Lynch knew Di Lan was approaching just by feeling, a faint fragrance wafted through the air, the smell of cheap body wash smoked Di Lan's body, mixed with Di Lan's body odor, and immediately Become inexplicably ambiguous.

Lynch stood in front of the TV and saw Di Lan's indistinct body from the dark TV screen. He was standing behind him. His muscular silhouette was graceful and powerful. He was far more than a teenager.

Lynch tried to balance his breathing, lowered his eyes and looked at the remote control of the TV cabinet, pretending not to see him.

Di Lan stood behind him, breathing lightly, as if he didn't intend to leave unless he opened his mouth and turned his head.

Lynch's face gradually turned red, and he was a little ashamed of Di Lan's "forced by color" approach, so he turned around calmly.

With that turn, Lynch's eyes trembled violently.

Di Lan...has nothing on.

The ferocious, parts that didn't match the exquisite appearance raised their heads slightly.

Lynch immediately turned his face away, "Get dressed."

"Brother Lin," every time Di Lan called him, Lynch's back went numb, and he could hear the deliberate coquettishness in his tone, and sure enough——Di Lan stretched out his arms, encircling Lynch between himself and him. In front of the TV, innocently said: "Can you see if my color is too dark?"

Lynch rolled his Adam's apple, pretending he didn't understand.

Di Lan frowned, with a troubled expression on her face, "I'm still a virgin."

Lynch turned around, walked directly out of Di Lan's arms from the other side, sat down at the table and flipped through his script, and said casually: "It's normal for the color to be dark or light, put on clothes quickly, and be careful of catching a cold, which will delay the progress of the crew. "

Lynch's posture was awkward, his long legs were crossed and raised, his hands were on his thighs, and his trousers were all tight.

Di Lan's hair was still dripping with water. She raised her hand to brush her wet hair, hooked her thin lips, and walked to the hanger by the window as soon as she saw it, and neatly collected the dried clothes and put them on.

When he put on his vest, Lynch also turned his face at the right time. Only one light in the hotel was turned on, and it was dark and yellow. With a push, the man sat on the windowsill, crossed his legs and dangled, and looked at Lynch with a smile.

Quiet is a dangerous atmosphere.

Lynch knew intellectually that he should look away.

This Lynch is different from the previous Lynch, he is not so easily tempted.

But Di Lan's gaze was magical, with a smile on his lips and bright eyes, exuding an irresistible youthful enthusiasm.

"Brother Lin," Di Lan said softly, "don't leave tonight."

Lynch rubbed his legs slightly, and put on a cold face, "Shoot well, and I'll leave after supper."

Di Lan smiled and said, "Brother Lin, don't be so heartless. I haven't seen you for several days. I sent you so many photos and jokes. Why don't you reply to me?"

Lynch's mobile phone receives strange photos from Di Lan every day.

The flowers and plants are considered normal. Once, Lynch took a picture of a wall and said that the mottled spots on the wall looked like a human face.

For example, when Di Lan sees something new and interesting, she casually shares it with Lynch, and there are all kinds of strange jokes.

"Why should I answer you? Put more focus on filming," Lynch put down his legs, swapped the positions of the two legs, and flipped through Di Lan's script, "What are you doing blindly pleasing your manager?"

"I..." Di Lan's words were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Lynch got up to open the door, the assistant came to deliver supper, fried noodles and barbecue at nearby stalls, the aroma of food dilutes the somewhat ambiguous atmosphere between the two of them in the room.

Lynch nodded his thanks, closed the door and raised the bag in his hand to Di Lan who was sitting on the window sill, "Come for supper."

"I won't eat it, I ordered it for you," Di Lan said, "It's too late, if I eat these now, my face will be swollen tomorrow, and I won't be able to film."

Lynch also saw Di Lan's seriousness in filming today, so he didn't persuade him, "Then I'll take it home to eat, and I won't be greedy for you here."

Di Lan didn't move. The gray curtains behind him hung like a curtain. On the stage he was on now, there was only Lynch in the audience. He said, "Brother Lin, come here."

Lynch's heart was beating wildly, his footsteps stuck in place, neither advancing nor retreating, he waved lightly at him with his other free hand, and finally turned around and walked out the door.

Carrying a bag of fragrant fried rice for barbecue, Lynch escaped out of the hotel and got into the car. The aroma of barbecue wafted around in the car. Lynch looked down, only to find that the well-secured paper lunch box had been knocked over. Spilled a bag.

The phone stuck in his belt buzzed, Lynch picked up the phone, and Di Lan sent a WeChat message—'Too thin, eat more. '

Lynch leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

After three days of swimming in the ocean of work, Lynch finally regained some energy. He was rejected by brand fathers more, and he became more sober.

Qi Tian was really pushing hard, and Ye Feihong was also pushing hard.

Ye Feihong had called him several times asking for an interview.

Lynch got a little annoyed at the refusal, so he simply blocked Ye Feihong, and Ye Feihong was also very straightforward, blocking people at the door of Lynch's house in disguise.

"Lynch," Ye Feihong insisted, "let's talk."

What else could Lynch say, he pressed the password, and said calmly, "Come in."

Ye Feihong heaved a sigh of relief, and followed Lynch into the house.

Lynch opened the shoe cabinet at the entrance, took his own slippers, glanced at the other pair of slippers, closed the shoe cabinet directly, and said to Ye Feihong behind him, "Sorry, there are no extra slippers at home, please Go barefoot."

Ye Feihong clearly saw the pair of slippers, but didn't say anything. Lynch had a grudge against him, and he could bear it.

Ever since Shen Wenhan had sex with Lynch at Lynch's house, and the shit bowl was thrown at Lynch's head, Lynch moved to a new house, and never let an artist visit his house again.

Ye Feihong knew Lynch's rules, passed by Lynch's house countless times, and never went beyond asking for a glass of water.

Unexpectedly, it was after the two parted ways that Ye Feihong had the opportunity to sit face to face with Lynch on the sofa and talk like this.

Ye Feihong spoke first, "Lin Qi, I'm sorry."

Lynch folded his hands on his chest and looked at him calmly.

Ye Feihong said: "I didn't write that Weibo, nor did I post it. I really didn't want to hype the job-hopping incident."

Lynch looked at him quietly, and said slowly: "You didn't do it, don't you also acquiesce?"

Ye Feihong couldn't deny it either, "When I come to Qitian, I am Qitian's artist, and I have to listen to the company's arrangements."

"I agree," Lynch maintained a gentle expression, "A talented artist should not go to Chuanliu's manager's house."

Ye Feihong really hated Lynch.

Lynch was not his first agent, he was also in a downturn in this circle for a while, it was Lynch who discovered him and single-handedly promoted him, he thanked Lynch for his kindness, and worked hard to make progress climb up.

"Lin Qi, I chose Qitian, and that was a helpless move. You know, Chuanliu's size is too small. Even if I become a brother in Chuanliu, my development can only go there. Lynch, don't tell me Are you willing to let the artists under you stand still?" Ye Feihong asked earnestly.

Lynch said: "I can understand your job-hopping behavior, and I can also understand your behavior of intercepting the character of "Firefly".

Ye Feihong said, "Say it."

Lin Qi looked cold, looked directly at Ye Feihong, and said indifferently: "You take your Yangguan way, I take my single-plank bridge, we are no longer related."

Ye Feihong didn't understand that he didn't betray and abandon Lynch, he wanted to take Lynch with him. Qitian promised a better development space, not only for him, but also for Lynch.

Ye Feihong even thought about binding Lynch.

But Lynch just refused to leave Chuanliu.

Obviously there is a better way to go, but he still chooses to take the original muddy and bumpy road. Ye Feihong frowned, folded his hands, bent over and pressed down, and his lowered voice seemed very anxious, "Lynch, you are affectionate. Yi, who refuses to give up Chuanliu, have you ever thought about, if... Qitian acquires Chuanliu, what should you do?"

This is a very real problem.

Lynch stayed in Chuanliu, even if it was the old department, if Qitian took over Chuanliu, Lynch would definitely be purged.

Ye Feihong finally expressed his last thoughts, "Lynch, I want to protect you."

Qitian's big stick and Ye Feihong's date all fell on Lynch's head.

Lynch chuckled, "It turns out that you are the one who is truly loving and righteous."

After hearing Lynch's tone, Ye Feihong's face became a little hot. He had selfishness and hoped for a better development. He had a co-production manager. He didn't think his choice was wrong, and everyone is selfish.

"None of us are saints, Lynch. Don't talk about love, just talk about the current situation. Isn't it the best choice for you to come to Qitian and take me?" Ye Feihong said.

"You broke the flow by running away and let Qitian sneak in, and then tell me that if you want to protect me, it's the best choice for me to go to Qitian?" Lynch whispered, "It's the best for you." Choose? Ye Feihong, you can be selfish, but don't pretend to be noble."

Ye Feihong was speechless, and looked at Lin Qi with heavy eyes, "I will suppress Di Lan."

Lynch: "Please."

Ye Feihong continued: "It is unscrupulous to suppress Di Lan."

Lynch stood up, "You can go."

Ye Feihong looked up at him, knowing that there was absolutely nothing left for him today, so he also stood up, took out a car key from his pocket, it was still a Mercedes-Benz, and the key was very new, "I parked at underground 152, it's considered a car key." I give you my last gift."

"No, thank you," Lynch said indifferently, "Someone said they would buy me a new car."

Ye Feihong directly put the car keys on the coffee table, "Others are others, I am me."

Lynch lowered his eyes, "Take it."

Ye Feihong turned around and left, leaving the car keys on the coffee table.

Lynch had no choice but to pick up the car keys and followed, holding Ye Feihong's arm at the entrance, "Take the key away, and the car will also drive away. I won't want it. Don't make it ugly." The key was stuffed into Ye Feihong's hand, but Ye Feihong covered his hand with his back, "Just take it as a commemoration of our separation, and it has nothing to do with anything else, okay?"

"There's nothing to commemorate," Lynch frowned. "If you don't drive away, I'll hand over the keys to Zhang Hu and tell him that you are not satisfied with his manager."

After hearing Lynch's threatening words, Ye Feihong smiled slightly, "You won't, I understand you."

'Ding ding dong' came the sound of the combination lock opening the door, Lin Qi and Ye Feihong looked at the door at the same time.

"Lin Qi, I..." Di Lan's eyes fell on the hands of Lin Qi and Ye Feihong, and the smile on his face froze.