The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

The lighting is soft, and there is still a faint fragrance in the box.

"Another bottle of Lafite."

After Fu Zhan finished ordering, he smiled at the person in front of him and said, "Do you want dessert? The red wine jelly here tastes very good and has a strong wine flavor. Would you like some?"

"No need, I have to drive later." Wu Xingyan took off his coat, handed it to the waiting waiter, and then casually unbuttoned the two buttons, fingers interlocking.

"What are you afraid of? At worst, find a substitute driver." Fu Zhan nodded slightly to the waiter, motioned him to go out, and then said, "If it doesn't work, I can also see you off."

"I heard that the editor-in-chief has changed his car recently?" Wu Xingyan picked up the hot tea prepared on the table and asked casually.

Fu Zhan kept smiling slightly: "Yes, I thought the original car was too bulky, so I replaced it with an Aston Martin."

"You have a good eye."

Fu Zhan raised his eyebrows: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Wu Xingyan smiled slightly, turned on the lights, and the lines of his profile softened a lot: "The original car should be around 800 million, right? Adding the modification fee, the editor-in-chief is really generous."

"I am indeed generous, but not everyone can afford my generosity." Fu Zhan's gaze was erratic, and he hesitated to speak.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have feelings for the old car, so I don't plan to change it." Wu Xingyan looked at him, but his fingertips lightly brushed the rim of the cup, looking very leisurely.

Fu Zhan lowered his head and smiled softly, then raised it up quickly: "The old car is really comfortable to sit on. After all, it has been a long time, but because of the long time, the performance is also poor. It is better to find a suitable one as soon as possible. own new car."

"I don't want to throw away the old car yet," Wu Xingyan tapped the body of the cup lightly with his nails, making a few crisp ding-dong sounds, "But, if I have to change it, I have a choice."

"Oh?" Fu Zhan looked curious and sincere, "I wonder what kind of car you like?"

"Lamborghini."

Fu Zhan said with great interest: "It's actually him... I would have thought you would choose a Bentley or a Maybach, after all, that kind of car is more suitable for your identity."

"Compared to my status, I still follow my heart." Wu Xingyan said lightly, "Compared to low-key luxury, I still like his unyielding personality full of fighting spirit."

Fu Zhan smiled lightly.

The topic of the car ended there, and the rest of the conversation was only about people and things in the entertainment industry, which lacked a hint of tension.

The dinner was finally served, the steak was medium rare and the taste was just right.

He didn't eat or sleep, and Wu Xingyan had almost eaten. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and Fu Zhan, who was opposite him, stopped his knife and fork just in time.

"The editor-in-chief invited me out today, so he didn't just want to treat me to a meal, did he?"

Fu Zhan said with a little regret: "Can you not ask me to be the editor-in-chief? I remember that we were not so unfamiliar before."

"You also said it was in the past." Wu Xingyan said.

"Okay," Fu Zhan said, "as you like, but I really want to treat you to a meal."

Wu Xingyan stared at him for half a minute, and the other party was very leisurely.

Really enough.

"That's it..." He dragged on and said, "Then please be merciful to the editor-in-chief and keep your word."

He stood up, went to get his coat, and was about to leave.

"I also ordered a tiramisu," Fu Zhan said suddenly, "Would you like to try it?"

Wu Xingyan's figure suddenly froze, he turned around, smiled at the man, warm like a spring breeze, and apologetic: "Sorry, probably...someone is waiting for me."

'Others' walked up the steps slowly, walked to the door, and silently took out the key.

There is no one in the narrow living room. On the table is the breakfast that Fang Ningjie bought in the morning. Cai Jin only ate half of it. The table is a mess. A4 paper, snack wrapping paper, food, and fruit remains are piled up together, and flies are constantly on it. flying.

Fang Ningjie sighed, stepped forward and bent over to tidy up.

All the useless garbage was thrown away, the draft papers with inspiration were sorted out and stacked together, the remaining half of the steamed buns were put into the refrigerator, and the dirty and unsightly pillows were thrown into the washing bucket.

After cleaning everything, he patted the dust off his hands, turned and walked to his room.

After taking two steps, he stopped.

The door of Cai Jin's room was closed tightly, but there was a glimmer of light in the crack of the door.

Maybe you don't want to see me?

Fang Ningjie took a deep breath, then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of his room.

ID cards, passports, passports, medical insurance cards, etc. were all stuffed into a messenger bag by him, and the computer was also included.

He turned around and found that he really didn't have much to take away except his clothes.

"It's time to go." He said softly.

Before he left, he still left a note and pasted it on the refrigerator, telling Cai Jin that he had joined the group and would not be able to return until half a month later.

The takeaway phone is always there; dirty clothes are usually sent to dry cleaners; electricity bills are now paid online...

It seems that there is nothing to tell him.

He was silent for a moment, and added a sentence on the note: I hope you forgive me.

It doesn't matter if you don't forgive.

I just wanted to give the original owner an explanation.

He did everything well, carried two bags on his back, took the keys, and closed the door.

"Click."

The lock tongue caught the door frame and made a crisp sound. At the same time, Cai Jin put down the pen in his hand, paused for two or three minutes, and finally picked it up.

There was the sound of writing on the paper.

Wu Xingyan returned to the dormitory after eating, put water in the bathtub after getting the clothes, and planned to take a comfortable bath.

The weather has been not so good these days, although it hasn't rained, but it always looks very cloudy, the weather will gradually clear up from tomorrow, then I have to be busy with filming, not as leisurely as now.

He undressed and lay down in it.

The warm water flowed over his body, slowly calming down his mood.

It would have been nice if... Fu Zhan hadn't promised to eat.

Perhaps, many things will become simpler.

After an unknown amount of time, the mobile phone next to him suddenly rang. Wu Xingyan was stunned, sat up, stretched out his strong arms, and took the mobile phone over.

System prompt: Ning Jie is calling.

Wu Xingyan never rejected Fang Ningjie, and it was the same this time.

"Hey?"

Fang Ningjie's voice was low and he was in a bad mood: "Well, I've arrived at the dormitory, but I haven't moved in yet. Where do you live?"

I live next door to you.

He swallowed this sentence, pretending to be curious: "Really? I'm taking a bath."

The bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth.

Fortunately, Fang Ningjie was in a low mood at this time, and he didn't have the IQ to react: "Oh...then let's talk about it after you take a shower."

"En." Wu Xingyan paused, then suddenly said, "By the way, have you eaten yet?"

"I bought some food on the way here, and I plan to pack up the dormitory before eating." Fang Ningjie raised the plastic bag in his hand and shook it again, making it make a loud friction sound.

Wu Xingyan smiled slightly: "Then you eat later? I'll help you after taking a bath."

"Okay."

Why not agree to free labor delivered to your door?

Fang Ningjie said again: "Can you drink beer? I want to buy some beer."

"Yes." Wu Xingyan said, "Why don't you buy some fried chicken?"

"Ah?" Fang Ningjie was stunned for a moment, and soon realized that this was a meme about you, and laughed dumbly, "There is no fried chicken, but there are things better than fried chicken."

"is it?"

Ten minutes later, after receiving a text message from Fang Ningjie that he had entered the dormitory, Wu Xingyan quickly jumped out of the bathtub, took a bath towel and wiped it off hastily, then sprayed some perfume behind his ears and on his chest, and then Comb the wet hair into a pastel hairstyle, finish off with a shirt, slacks and head out the door.

The door of Fang Ningjie's dormitory was ajar, as if it was specially reserved for him, this kind of cognition couldn't help but made Wu Xingyan's heart beat faster.

"Ning Jie?" He pushed open the door, turned around and closed it carefully.

Fang Ningjie was sweeping with a broom and dustpan when he saw him coming and waved to him: "Come and help!"

The original owner did move his belongings out, but after all, he is a boy, so moving things will inevitably be lost. In addition, the person who lives here is just an unknown screenwriter.

Seeing the messy dormitory, Wu Xingyan felt displeasure in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it, looked around, then walked up and said, "Why don't I help you make the bed, pillows, etc."

"Alright." Fang Ningjie nodded.

He just got out of the shower, and he can understand that it's easy to get dirty with garbage.

Someone who succeeded successfully hugged the quilt to his chest, and then began to slowly make the bed.

Fang Ningjie was quick in his hands and feet, packed all the garbage and put everything in place.Drastically, the dormitory was cleaned up in a short while.

Wu Xingyan took out a clean blanket and spread it on the floor as a tea table, and then went to unpack Fang Ningjie's convenience bag.

Wu Xingyan:! ! !

"How did you buy instant noodles?" He asked with a look of horror.

Fang Ningjie came out of the bathroom, shook the water on his hand, and said, "What's the matter? Don't you like it? I also bought duck necks, peanuts, etc... You can eat whatever you like."

"I like it... I like it." He twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a weak smile.

Braised flavor, beer flavor... very good, I was blinded by the Armani I sprayed today.

Mr. Wu, who went in the wrong direction, was extremely frustrated, and even refused Fang Ningjie's offer to help him make instant noodles, and was only willing to drink beer with a goblet.

Fang Ningjie sucked and sucked, and ate up the instant noodles three times. Seeing Wu Xingyan's appearance, he felt a little sorry: "I'm sorry...I bought all the ones I like...I thought you would too. like."

Wu Xingyan was silent for three seconds, and then smiled: "I... like it quite a bit, but I ate it outside."

After eating duck neck, peanuts, sauced beef, and the ultimate killer -- braised pork noodles...he doesn't want to know what kind of smell will stick to his clothes!

When Fang Ningjie was eating, his brain circuit was connected to his intestines, and he didn't turn around when he went through it to the end, so he nodded and didn't say anything.

When he sent Wu Xingyan back at the end, Wu Xingyan had a complicated expression on his face.

"???"

Wu Xingyan: "... go to bed early."

Fang Ningjie nodded, turned around and locked the door, and got on the bed as soon as he lifted the quilt.

Really Nima tired.

Why?what does it smell like

He sniffed, and there was a faint fragrance on the quilt and in the air, very soft, like a lover's whisper...

Then he slowly fell asleep.