Bright moon and clear wind

There is a Starbucks next to the studio, Mo Yuelang didn't say what kind of coffee he would like to drink, Lu Fengqing could only try his best to guess what Mo Yuelang liked.

The first thing he thought of was the ice American style, which was simple and generous, just like Mo Yuelang's own dressing style and his solitary style of doing things.If milk and syrup are personality modifiers, then the iced Americano without sugar or milk is the best match for Mo Yuelang's indifferent personality.

However, when approaching the till platform, Lu Fengqing suddenly changed his mind.On the black price board, Americano is the lowest price among all the coffees. If he goes back with a cup of cheap coffee, will Mo Yuelang think he is poor?

Lu Fengqing knew that he was bewildered by this idea, because compared to Mo Yuelang, he was just a poor boy.But at least on the surface, he didn't want to be so obvious.

After ruling out the first option, Lu Fengqing couldn't help but think of Mo Yuelang he met at the airport.In private, Mo Yuelang would also be in a good mood, and would tell nasty jokes, not as indifferent as he was in front of strangers.Therefore, Mo Yuelang should actually have two faces.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be the case.On the one hand, he is very low-key and doesn't even have an assistant around him. On the other hand, he is a highly anticipated international supermodel who has a focus positioning function wherever he goes. These two points alone determine that he is a contradictory body.

From this point of view, maybe the ice American style is not necessarily suitable.

"Hello." The cash register partner interrupted Lu Fengqing's thoughts. He looked at the price tag again, and ordered firmly: "I want a cup of iced caramel macchiato."

It's rare to think carefully about Mo Yuelang's character, and it turns out that Lu Fengqing's criteria for choosing coffee are very simple - Mo Yuelang is a person who is at the forefront of fashion, he should like these fancy things.

When Lu Fengqing returned to the studio with a glass of Bing Jiao Ma, Mo Yuelang was putting on makeup in the dressing room.Although his appearance without makeup is enough to instantly kill a large number of male stars, it does not mean that he needs to consider other people's feelings and refuse to develop his handsomeness to the extreme.

Lu Fengqing has always been curious about which facial features on Mo Yuelang's face are the finishing touches, so that he can be so handsome.

At first, he thought it might be those distinctive gray-green eyes, but at this moment, Mo Yuelang's eyes were closed and his makeup was still so handsome that everyone was angry, so he suddenly realized that Mo Yuelang's face was completely There is no finishing touch, because all his facial features are born just right.

"Back?" Mo Yuelang half-opened his eyes, and looked sideways at Lu Fengqing.His chin was raised and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly. Looking from the side, he was simply the ultimate style.

Even Lu Fengqing, who is immune to handsome guys, couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart, and didn't dare to look at each other for too long.He put the coffee on the table in front of Mo Yuelang, stared at the handbag unnaturally and said, "I don't know what you like, I bought a caramel macchiato."

Lu Fengqing couldn't see Mo Yuelang's reaction, and didn't know whether he was satisfied or not.But judging from the long silence that followed, Mo Yuelang... probably wasn't satisfied.

"Understood." Mo Yuelang said lightly, and stretched out his hand to Lu Fengqing, "Give me the phone."

"Huh?" Lu Fengqing was startled.

"Add WeChat." Mo Yuelang said, "Transfer the money to you."

"Oh." A cup of coffee is more than thirty, and it would be a lie to say that it doesn't hurt.Lu Fengqing honestly unlocked the phone and handed it to Mo Yuelang.

Mo Yuelang entered a series of WeChat IDs in the WeChat search bar, then clicked to add to the address book, and then returned the phone to Lu Fengqing.He glanced at Lu Fengqing casually, and said, "I'll add you when I'm done."

Adding WeChat was proposed by Mo Yuelang, so Lu Fengqing is naturally not afraid of his repudiation.Here Mo Yuelang continued to put on makeup, so Lu Fengqing sat down to the side idly.

He didn't pay attention when he came here just now, but now that he was free, Lu Fengqing saw a palm-sized leather-covered notepad next to his coffee, and the pen he had seen before was sandwiched between the notepad.

The top half of the pen is obviously used, and the ink on a lot of paper has seeped to the edge of the paper. It doesn't look like it's used for writing, but it looks like it's used for drawing.

Lu Fengqing didn't think much, and quickly looked away.

After a while, the make-up artist breathed a sigh of relief after completing the work. At this time, the scenery, lighting, and staff on the other side were already in place, waiting for Mo Yuelang to pass by.

The person in charge of the brand told Mo Yuelang about the shooting requirements. In short, he wanted to show that his face was sought after by others, so Song Ning was arranged to move his hands around his face.

Although Mo Yuelang didn't have a stinky face like when he first came here in the morning, he was obviously in a bad mood. Just as Song Ning raised his hand beside him, he gave Song Ning a cold look and warned : "Don't touch my face."

Song Ning smiled: "I will try my best."

As a result, as soon as the photographer raised the camera, Song Ning's fingers touched Mo Yuelang's side face. Mo Yuelang immediately frowned and took Song Ning's hand aside, saying in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

The person in charge of the brand quickly stepped forward to communicate: "Mr. Mo, holding this hand in the air will not achieve the effect."

Mo Yuelang said unwaveringly, "Then think of a way for yourself."

"No," said the person in charge with a look of embarrassment, "It's just a light touch, so it shouldn't be so disgusting."

Everyone has different standards of disgust. Although Lu Fengqing was just a bystander, he also felt that the person in charge's way of speaking was not pleasing.Sure enough, Mo Yuelang's face completely sank, and he said expressionlessly: "This is my bottom line."

Mo Yuelang had already talked about this point, and the person in charge of the brand couldn't continue to insist. After all, he was just a wage earner, so he didn't dare to offend anyone.He took out his mobile phone and said submissively, "Then I will ask the leader for instructions."

The shooting stopped within 2 minutes, and the progress stopped suddenly. Lu Fengqing heard someone beside him whispering, saying that he had seen Mo Yuelang filming a commercial before, and he was obviously easy to get along with, but for some reason today, he started playing big names as soon as he came.

Lu Fengqing vaguely felt that this might have something to do with Song Ning, but he wasn't a gossip character, and he didn't delve into it.

When the person in charge of the brand was communicating with his boss, everyone was chatting and sorting out equipment. Lu Fengqing had nothing to do and was just about to see if there was anything he could do to help, when suddenly someone patted him on the shoulder. Said: "Are you entertaining? There are a lot of breakfast garbage over there. Go and help collect it."

Lu Fengqing turned around and found that the person who took the picture of him was the one who opened the door first, it should be the manager of the studio.This studio is an entertainment industry, and the entertainment people should be responsible for cleaning up the trash, but Lu Fengqing came to the studio early in the morning, obviously a newcomer who doesn't understand anything, so he was sent to do odd jobs.

But Lu Fengqing was not annoyed at all, because he was originally here to do odd jobs.

He picked up the trash can next to the table and threw the mess of wrapping paper and empty boxes into the bucket, and by the time he cleared the table, the trash can was full.

It's not good to leave a full trash can here, so he tied the trash bag again, asked someone about the location of the trash can, and then followed the direction pointed by the man to the back door of the studio.

The back door of the studio was two heavy metal sliding doors. Lu Fengqing had never been here before, and he didn't know where the back door led. He held a black garbage bag in one hand and pushed open the metal door in front of him with the other.As a result, in the next second, an urgent male voice flooded into his ears without warning: "Don't you like me to help you with your hands the most?"

Lu Fengqing immediately froze in place, because he immediately realized that he seemed to be in a place where he shouldn't be.

Outside the back door is a small platform, where three or four people can stand at most, and there are three steps going down on the left and right sides. It is a good place to relax and smoke.Mo Yuelang should have come out to vent, and Song Ning followed, or the two of them met to discuss things, in any case, this is not a scene where Lu Fengqing should intervene.

And what did Song Ning say just now? ...by hand?

Although Lu Fengqing is simple and honest, he is not a fool.Combined with all the previous signs, he can think with his toes that Mo Yuelang and Song Ning used to be a couple, and Mo Yuelang prefers Song Ning's hands, and likes Song Ning giving him hands...

These are all Shura fields, and the amount of information is too large.

Lu Fengqing looked at the trash can under the steps with a complicated expression, and said in a terrified voice, "I... come to throw out the trash."