When I wake up, the actor has a cub

In the evening, the wind eased, but the rain did not stop. Zhou Quan came over once on the way and said that Cheng Yu had called him, and Duan Congzhi remembered that he had not notified Cheng Yu.

I said sorry in my heart, and sent a message to Cheng Yu. If Cheng Yu dared to blame him, just hurry back and be fine.

Duan Congzhi recalled what Cheng Yu said about Qin Ke's loss of contact.

Qin Ke came here with the driver, and the assistant stayed in Yangcheng, where the nearest company under the Qin family is located.His mobile phone is indeed with his assistant most of the time, and there are actually very few people who can call him directly. Basically, he calls out if he needs it, and most of the time he communicates through various documents.

Qin Ke doesn't have any friends to communicate with. Those who can sit on an equal footing with him have no peers, and peers can't talk to him in front of him.

He has no time to make friends, nor does he have friends who get together because of hobbies, only partners, and his social interaction is closely related to his identity.

Who doesn't praise him for being young and promising, saying that the Qin family has successors.

From Duan Congzhi's point of view, boring is really boring.

For Qin Ke, the communication function of the mobile phone is not necessary, and the entertainment function is also dispensable, but it is still a bit strange to say that it is thrown away.

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Qin Ke looked up at him, and Duan Congzhi felt that he was overthinking again.

For everyone, it was outrageous for Qin Ke to brave the typhoon to come to him in this way, and he should not be able to do such a thing of deliberately throwing the phone to the assistant.

Maybe it really just didn't occur to me.

There is only one bed in the bedroom, a 1.5-meter-wide double bed.

This is not the first time they slept together. Duan Congzhi still remembered that Qin Ke had the habit of reading before going to bed. He didn't have any paper books, and the only paper thing he could read was the script.

He handed Qin Ke the scrolled script, and lay down next to him with his mobile phone. First, he went into his own supermarket and walked around for a while, and then quietly glanced at the people around him after he exited.

Qin Ke was leaning on the head of the bed, and he didn't know how he did it. It was obvious that he was leaning, but it still gave people an elegant and dignified feeling.He held the script in his left hand, flipped it with his right hand, and flipped it very frequently, but couldn't hear any sound.

This gesture brought Duan Congzhi's dream back to five years ago.

He had chickenpox and a fever, and he couldn't help scratching it all the time. Others couldn't look at him, and he could quickly untie his hands and feet tied up by Uncle Ying.

Uncle Ying didn't really want to tie him up, it was impossible to tie him up any more. Doctor Fang came over every day to apply medicine to him, and repeatedly told him not to scratch him, as scratches would leave scars.

Duan Congzhi nodded perfunctorily, but what he was thinking about was that I am a big man, so what's the point of leaving some scars?

In the end, Qin Ke took him back to the bedroom and watched him sleep for three days.

At that time, he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about Qin Ke, and he didn't have any other thoughts while lying on the same bed.All he wanted was to ask Qin Ke to let him go back, and it was too much suffering for Qin Ke to watch him sleep.

Qin Ke was leaning on the bedside reading a book, Duan Congzhi stretched his hand out of the bed while he was not paying attention, and Qin Ke grabbed his wrist before he touched his neck.

Duan Congzhi had no choice but to bear it. The more he endured, the more uncomfortable it became. It seemed that his whole body began to itch. He quietly stretched out his hand again, and Qin Ke grabbed it again.

Duan Congzhi didn't believe in evil, at first he wanted to scratch his itch, but later it was purely to test Qin Ke, once he shifted his attention, his body didn't feel so itchy anymore.

No matter how many times he tried, Qin Ke could grasp his wrist accurately, and Duan Congzhi suspected that he was not reading seriously at all.

After watching for about half an hour, Qin Ke turned off the light, stuffed Duan Congzhi into the quilt, and Qin Ke blocked the only exit.

Duan Congzhi: ...

His movement was limited, but he didn't have a mouth, so he tormented Qin Ke when he couldn't move. He had never had any fear of Qin Ke, so he just called him by name.

"Qin Ke."

"Qin Ke..."

"Qin Ke!"

"Qin—ke—"

Qin Ke responded to him at first, but let him call the second time.

After shouting, Duan Congzhi also felt a little boring, licked his lips and began to order others: "Qin Ke, I'm a little thirsty."

A normal person should have a little temper after being tossed like that, but Qin Ke didn't, he still looks like that.When Duan Congzhi turned on the light and saw his expression, he knew that the plan to annoy him and make him let him go back would not work.

There was water next to the bed, and Duan Congzhi was trapped by the quilt. Qin Ke took the water but didn't let him out, but helped him up and asked him to drink from a straw.

Duan Congzhi looked at the straw and understood, Qin Ke came prepared.

After half an hour, most of the script was turned over. Qin Ke put down the script and was about to go to bed. Duan Congzhi reached out to turn off the light, and suddenly asked him, "Why did you come to Yuncheng suddenly?"

In the darkness, Duan Congzhi heard Qin Ke say, "Come and see you."

Not because of Uncle Ying, not because of the glutinous rice balls, but because he wanted to come.

Satisfied, Duan Congzhi closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Ke's sleeping posture is very standard, what he does when he sleeps, and what he does when he wakes up.

Duan Congzhi was lying beside him. When he opened his eyes, the quilt had slipped to his waist. He grabbed a handful and suddenly remembered that Qin Ke was on his bed.

The rain didn't know when it stopped, the sky was already bright, and the light came in from the lattice window with frosted glass, Duan Congzhi carefully turned his head to look at the people around him.

He actually wanted to do something, but Qin Ke felt very light. He was afraid that someone would wake up, so he just looked at him.

Qin Ke's eyelashes moved slightly, and Duan Congzhi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. When Qin Ke got up, he opened his eyes as if nothing had happened, yawned and got up with him.

Qin Ke's clothes from yesterday were hung on the drying rack, and if they were dry, they would be wrinkled.

None of them can do their own laundry. Duan Congzhi was able to wash his clothes well during his stay, thanks to the low price and good quality of the clothes, which can withstand the washing of the front-loading washing machine.

So Qin Ke was still wearing his nightgown.

The typhoon came and went quickly, as if it was just a sudden whim on the road to be a guest on land, leaving a mess everywhere, patted the buttocks and left without nostalgia.

The temperature is lower than the previous few days, but the air is particularly good.

Qin Ke's assistant arrived at noon. This assistant Duan Congzhi had never met before, but he obviously knew Duan Congzhi, so he called Duan Shao when he saw him.

Then ask him to send Mr. Qin's clothes in.

Duan Congzhi glanced at him more than once, and he was quite capable.

After losing contact for a few hours yesterday, Duan Congzhi made a big fanfare to ask people to check his location. Now it is estimated that Mr. Qin knows about it.

Qin Ke needs to deal with these follow-ups. After the assistant brought the computer over, he will deal with related matters in the bedroom.

Hu Xuze didn't know where he went, Duan Cong went out alone for a stroll.

The filming location of the crew was a little affected, and they couldn't start filming immediately. They needed to go over and clean up. He also went to take a look and said he wanted to help, but he was rushed back.

When he wandered back to the yard, Xue Ping's phone call came. He first asked him how he was doing, and after making sure Duan Congzhi was safe, he told him something about work, and then casually mentioned Lin Han, saying that he had answered the call. A Xianxia drama is Xingyun's self-produced drama, which is said to have invested hundreds of millions.

Duan Congzhi listened to his tone, as if he was not optimistic: "What's wrong with this drama?"

"Internet drama."

Needless to say, Duan Congzhi also understands that Hundred Million is also an online drama, and if Lin Han goes to act in an online drama, even the main male lead is going down the wrong path.

If it can be popular, it's fine. If this kind of heroine's fairy tale drama can be popular, it will really be popular.

What is Lin Han thinking?

Xue Ping said: "It doesn't matter how the show is, the most urgent thing is to stabilize the fans first, you are the second male who asks the sword, he has to announce a male lead no matter what."

Chuangshi has carefully prepared the drama for many years. It is really hard to find a crew of the same level.

Xue Ping's tone was not very sure: "There may be something wrong with their company."

Duan Congzhi was impressed by his sensitivity, and said casually: "There are so many young masters in the Lin family, maybe the other one doesn't like him and their brothers are fighting for power."

Xue Ping was thoughtful.

What Duan Congzhi said last night was to let Qin Ke live with him first, and today he has no intention of finding another room for him.Even if Qin Ke didn't tell Duan Congzhi, he could tell Zhou Quan and the others that someone would do it for him, but he didn't.

Duan Congzhi wrote the word "happiness" on his face, and he took a shower and went to bed before eight o'clock to get ready for bed.

When the assistant came over, he brought everything with him. Qin Ke had his own book to read today. Duan Congzhi glanced at it, and it seemed to be a diary, which looked confusing and was written in Japanese.

Duan Congzhi has learned a little Japanese, tried to read two lines, and quickly gave up. The difference between handwritten and printed characters is quite large. The person who wrote this word should be very casual. Anyway, Duan Congzhi reads this note and reads the prescription. .

Qin Ke didn't turn the page for a long time. Duan Congzhi realized that he was waiting for him to read it, so he waved his hand to signal no: "I don't understand."

"where?"

Duan Congzhi is not interested in understanding this book, but he is very interested in reading it with Qin Ke. He rubbed against Qin Ke, sat next to him, and pointed to somewhere in the book: " This one."

Be as good as a primary school student who doesn't know where to order.

Qin Ke read it to him, and Duan Congzhi felt that the handwriting was not difficult to read.After reading a few pages, Duan Congzhi knew that this was probably the notebook of a certain business tycoon.

With him holding him back, Qin Ke only turned a dozen or so pages in the past half an hour, but it was still early today, and he could read it for a while. Duan Congzhi didn't bother him anymore, and Qin Ke turned the pages much faster.

He remembered what Xue Ping had told him during the day, Lin Han was a bit wrong in accepting this scene, did Lin Yu do something wrong?With such a large investment, even Xingyun can't take it out easily. If this drama is rushed, it will deal a big blow to Xingyun.

"Do you know Lin Yu?"

Qin Ke didn't raise his head: "I know."

"Then tell me, if Lin Han meets him, who will win?"

Duan Congzhi was sitting next to Qin Ke just now to read a book, but now he tilted his head and almost touched him.

Qin Ke turned the pages of the book slowly with his fingers, and instead of answering him immediately, he turned his head and glanced at him.

This kind of conversation before going to bed is common between lovers, but it is indescribably ambiguous when it comes to them.

They were getting a little closer, Duan Congzhi realized this and was about to step back a little, Qin Ke turned back and looked down at the book again.

He looked at the crooked line chart on the page, and said calmly, "Lin Yu."

Because of Qin Ke's acquiescence, Duan Congzhi kept this posture unchanged, and began to find nothing to say: "Then tell me, who will the Lin family fall into?"

"do not know."

"Is there anything else you don't know?"

Qin Ke was in a daze for a moment, but Duan Congzhi didn't notice it. After waiting for a while before he could speak, he gently pulled his sleeve.

Qin Ke closed the book and answered him: "There are too many variables."

Duan Congzhi laughed: "Are you mocking Lin Hong for having many illegitimate children?"

Qin Ke didn't answer: "...Go to sleep."