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

mom?

Fang Ningjie was sure that in order to conceal his identity, he did not save his parents' phone number in the directory, so is this mother the original owner's mother?

The phone was still vibrating, beeping one after another, as if calling for death.

No answer, no answer.He is now anxious like an ant on a hot pot, almost spinning around.

The bell rang for more than a minute, and finally fell silent.

Fang Ningjie subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He is a dead man, but takes away the body of others; he is an outsider, but takes away the family of others.

In fact, he had thought selfishly that it might be better if the family stopped calling him and just assumed he was dead.Of course, that now seems impossible.

Seven or eight minutes later, a text message came in, and the sender showed 'Mom'.

Mom: Son, is the cable enough? I haven’t heard you call in a month. I’m very worried.

In a short sentence, there are three typos and two punctuation errors.

Compared with the seven or eight minutes in between, this mother must not have read much, but she still wears reading glasses, presses her phone with difficulty, and asks her dear son how he is doing.

Fang Ningjie is an outsider, but he is also a son. He also had a mother who didn't read a lot.There is a lyric that says that all mothers in the world are the same, so Fang Ningjie's heart softened in an instant.

He picked up the phone, found out the call just now and dialed it back, and the other end was connected immediately. Fang Ningjie couldn't help but wonder if she had been guarding the phone, waiting for her son. Text back or make a call.

Fang Ningjie's voice softened, and he called out, "Mom."

"Son, why didn't you answer the phone? Mom was (constantly) worried, Gu's food is good? (Did you eat well?) Gu's money (is the money enough)? If not (enough) I will give it You call." The woman over there spoke hastily, her voice was old, and the local dialect also carried the rusticity and simplicity of small cities and rural areas.

Fang Ningjie was dizzy and half-knowledgeable, but fortunately, all the mothers in the world were talking about those topics, plus a few key words, and he could still hear clearly, so he half-guessed and half-listened and replied: "I didn't hear the call just now. I eat well and have enough money. I'm busy making money recently. I'll call you when I make money and honor you."

The last sentence Fang Ningjie said was sincere.

He took up his body, so he was supposed to take on his responsibilities, so that he could spend his old age happily.

Mother Fang heard that her son, who had always been mischievous and disobedient, had settled down now and knew how to hurt others, her excited voice became hoarse, "We (we) have enough money, you are in a big city, you need money many."

Fang Ningjie listened to Fang’s mother babbling, said the top and forgot the bottom, said the bottom and then pulled out the one that fell on the top for a walk. The phone was reminding the battery a few times, and the last time the phone had reached 4% the point.Fang Ningjie had no choice but to quickly explain to Fang's mother that the phone was out of battery and had to be charged, so she had to hang up first.

Mother Fang relieved her worry of not seeing her son, and hung up the phone with satisfaction.

In the end, she thought to herself, big cities are good, and her son has become sensible after staying for a while.

After Wu Xingyan took the last one, he looked around, but he didn't see Fang Ningjie.

He took off his costume and sat in the dressing room waiting for the makeup artist to remove his makeup, but he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Fang Ningjie in his busy schedule.

"Sorry, the user you dialed is busy, please try again later."

"Sorry, you dialed--"

"Are you—"

Wu Xingyan held the phone, feeling a little uneasy. He would call again after about five minutes each time, but the line was always busy.

"Let's take off the lip makeup first. The eyeliner is so good that I can't bear to take it off." The makeup artist came over with a few thin cotton pads and planned to apply them on him.

"Wait a minute, I have something else to do." Wu Xingyan stood up abruptly, and ran out the door regardless of the make-up artist's startled exclamation.

"Hey! Hey! Remember to remove your makeup!"

The make-up artist shouted after him.

Fang Ningjie connected the phone to the charger, lay down on the bed, closed his eyes and wanted to rest for a while.

"Bang bang bang!"

Not long after, there was a knock on the door like thunder, "Fang Ningjie! Are you there? Ning Jie?"

Fang Ningjie: "..."

He got out of bed, didn't have time to put on his shoes, and went to open the door barefoot.

Wu Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him, and his expression relaxed a lot, "Why didn't you answer the phone? I thought something happened to you, and you ran over without taking off your makeup."

"I was on the phone with my mom just now."

"Your mother?" Wu Xingyan was taken aback.

"Ang," Fang Ningjie didn't want to get entangled in this issue, "By the way, you haven't removed your makeup? Didn't you say that not removing your makeup will hurt your skin?"

"I can unload it myself. Also, I originally called to ask if you are free tonight? There is a restaurant on West Street. I have eaten there. It tastes good. May I take you there?" Wu Xingyan knew that he was transferring topic, and did not intentionally poke it.

Eat again?

This relationship is good, and it's not common to eat together often, but it's not right to get together every day, right?

Fang Ningjie coughed twice, "No, I'd better stay in the dormitory and change the script."

"That's it," Wu Xingyan said with a smile on his lips, "What about supper? Don't you eat duck neck and beer today?"

"No need, I guess I'll go to bed early." Fang Ningjie touched his nose.

The light in Wu Xingyan's eyes dimmed a bit.

"Aren't you going to take off your makeup?" Fang Ningjie sensed the awkward atmosphere, and quickly said, "It would be bad if the face of a big star is rough."

The corners of Wu Xingyan's eyes drooped naturally, and when he lowered his head, his eyelids lifted slightly. Those eyes and the eyeliner that hadn't been removed were quite seductive.

Fang Ningjie's heart was full of alarm bells, and his intuition told him that something seemed to be punctured.

"Ning Jie," Wu Xingyan said slowly, watching his somewhat unnatural stance, "You should know, I like you."

You should know that I like you.

I like you.

Boom!

A thunderbolt directly hit the human-shaped bull's-eye, and all three of his souls were scattered.

What?like?

It turns out that cooking for him and borrowing money promised not to find a good job for him, mobilize the dormitory to invite him to eat every day ≠ brotherhood, but = like it!

This is like? Fang Ningjie has not been confessed by a man for more than 30 years, so Fang Ningjie is a little confused now.

and many more!

Didn't Guan Mingli say that Wu Xingyan had a crush on someone for many years?Did the original owner know Wu Xingyan for many years?No way!Not that the guy was a screenwriter too, but he's famous--

It's Jiang Mu!

Another thunderbolt struck straight down.

So it turns out that the person Guan Mingli said earlier that Wu Xingyan likes is Jiang Mu.Because he likes it, that's why Wu Xingyan wanted to avenge him, took full charge of his funeral, and said such things at the press conference.

It turned out that the press conference was a disguised confession.

Fang Ningjie was in a complicated mood.

Since his death, Jiang Mu and Fang Ningjie have been integrated into one body, but only he knows this secret.So, the liking that Wu Xingyan can blurt out now is just a change after death?

Fang Ningjie likes Wu Xingyan, but it is a kind of appreciation of men for men, like between friends.But just like countless crushes, he also fell into the law: after being confessed, there is such a possibility that even if he doesn't like the other party, he will subconsciously keep the other party as his own. One point, especially after being confessed by a very good partner, the chances will be greatly increased.

When the confessor really turns around to find a new target as the crush said, the crush will inevitably feel empty in his heart.

Although both of them are him, it is still inevitable to have an inexplicable emotion.

So when this emotion became more and more inflated, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Don't you like Jiang Mu? It is said that you have liked Jiang Mu for many years."

Wu Xingyan was taken aback.

"Of course, I just feel that it's not a good habit to think differently." Fang Ningjie noticed that his tone was wrong, and quickly added.

Wu Xingyan took a few small steps forward, stretched out his hands to hold Fang Ningjie's face, raised the corners of his lips very naturally, his brows and eyes were soft, "I have never liked anyone else, I have always liked you."

I never liked the second person.

I've always liked you.

This was the third thunderstorm today, and Fang Ningjie's face turned pale with fright.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Ningjie scolded, shaking his lips.

Wu Xingyan's eyes were still serious, "You, Jiang Mu and Fang Ningjie, are one person."

In the dark bar, Xin Miao wiped the wine glass in front of her, saw that it was transparent and shiny, and then put it back in its original place with satisfaction.

"Is Shi Yi here?"

There was a knocking sound on the table, and Xin Miao was startled, almost thinking that it was Zhao Xuan who had come.

He raised his eyelids and saw an acquaintance.

"Mr. Fu," Xin Miao was a little surprised, and then replied, "The boss is not here, he is out on a trip."

"No wonder I can't find anyone." Fu Zhan nodded, turned around and left, and after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back.

"By the way, I seem to have seen you somewhere else."

Xin Miao subconsciously tapped the rim of the cup with her fingers, and said with a smile, "Mr. Fu, this way of striking up a conversation is already very old-fashioned."

"It's not a flirtation," Fu Zhan also smiled, narrowing his eyes and said, "It's a warning."

The smiles on both of their faces faded away.

"What does Mr. Fu mean? I really don't understand." Xin Miao put the goblet upside down on the table and made a dull sound.

"You are such a smart person, how can you not understand?" Fu Zhan's eyes seemed to see through him, "You were cultivated by the Wu family."

"It turns out that Mr. Fu also knows the backer behind me," Xin Miao smiled, looking extremely sincere, "Then why bother to annoy me?"

Fu Zhan sneered, "How dare you? I just suggest that you don't stretch your hands too much. The Shi family is not someone you can bully."

"Hey, do you have to be told if you come out to work?" Xin Miao sighed resentfully.

"You behave obediently, so no one will tell you." Fu Zhan said.

Xin Miao snorted softly, and suddenly lowered her voice, sounding particularly dangerous, "Then Mr. Fu, please stop pretending, the blood debt will be paid in blood sooner or later."

Fu Zhan froze, but there was no panic on his face that the secret was exposed, but he said very calmly, "I know what I have done, but what I have not done, buckle up." No amount of shit can be pinned on me."

He paused, and said in a low voice, "I didn't do the car accident, believe it or not."