After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

There was no such problem before, because Meng Jin couldn't bring him into the play.

External conditions will indeed affect his state, but some directors can't find subtle things. For example, the director this time may only feel that something is missing, but he can't find the reason.

Zhao Liuke raised his hands to cover his face, he was rarely at a loss outside, he didn't like to show unnecessary emotions in front of outsiders, so when he put down his hands, he had already returned to normal, looking at Lin Guangrun with concerned eyes: "Mr. Zhao, are you okay?" ?”

Zhao Liuke shook his head, and an ice pack had already been handed over to him. In December, everything was cold, and the cold air made him startled.

He turned his head and saw a woman, just over his shoulder, about 25 and six, with a cold face.

"Ice will be better."

The woman handed it over, then left, and stood back beside Lin Guangrun. Only then did Zhao Liuke know that this was Lin Guangrun's assistant, whose name he remembered was Jin Yao.

"Thank you." Zhao Liuke held the bag of ice close to his forehead, and was shocked by the coldness.

In fact, today's shooting was completed as early as mid-noon. I just thought it would be good to finish shooting in one go, and it's okay if I can't finish shooting.

The director saw that he was out of shape, and everyone called it a day.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly.

When Zhao Liuke returned home, the ice pack had turned into heavy cold water. He put the ice pack into the trash can, rummaged around the house, and wanted to drink some beer.

The beer is okay, two cans down, not bad.

His eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, and he was rarely sober, he just wanted to laugh, and he had figured out how much he was drinking.

When Huo Jinfeng opened the door and came in, he raised his eyelids and tried to open them, but failed.

Huo Jinfeng smelled the alcohol in the room, paused for a while, and asked, "Why are you drinking again?"

Zhao Liuke said lazily: "Why...drinking again...?"

Has he had many drinks before?

There were only two times, and the second time almost had an accident.

After that, he didn't dare to drink any more, the house must have been overturned by Huo Jinfeng, he didn't leave any alcohol for him, even a bottle of pineapple beer was bought downstairs.

Huo Jinfeng took off his coat and came over, standing in front of him, he had no expression at first, but when he saw him like this, he smiled abruptly.

The obvious smile made Zhao Liuke aware of his happiness.

"Wrong, I shouldn't ask, I forgot that you will only repeat." Huo Jinfeng was used to his drunken state, so he sat over and patted his face, "Zhao Keke."

What a messy name.

The drunk Zhao Keke was not satisfied, frowned and slapped him on his thigh with a crisp sound.

Huo Jinfeng sat down beside him holding his wrist.

Zhao Liuke leaned over, leaned on his thigh and looked up at him.

His eyes are not as bright as usual, although he feels that his eyelids are too heavy to open, but in Huo Jinfeng's eyes, this is not the case at all.

The young man's eyes were bright and energetic, with an imperceptible drunkenness, his slender eyelashes seemed to fan the air, stopping the action Huo Jinfeng originally wanted to do.

Facing Zhao Liuke who was not in the right state, he was patient and gentle, and asked in a low voice: "You don't seem to be too drunk."

"I'm not drunk," Zhao Liuke was unhappy, "I just drank some wine."

"That's what drunks say." Huo Jinfeng rolled his eyes.

Or how to say that he is the movie king, Huo Jinfeng has handsome features and a good appearance, which is the face that leads to the movie king in the shortest way, and his wanton demeanor can be seen just by looking at his face.

Since his leg healed, his sickness has gone away, and the terrible gloom has disappeared. Now he is smiling, his flickering black eyes are like a puddle of water in the pool, and the stars are falling in it. If you look closely, they are like peach petals.

"It's so pretty when you smile," Zhao Liuke stretched out his arms and patted his face, "Smile more, okay?"

Huo Jinfeng brushed aside his bangs and said, "Will you stay with me all the time? If you stay with me all the time, I can always laugh."

His eyes moved down from his eyes and stopped at his collarbone. There was a black chain on it, matching his milky white skin. It was very obvious. It was unknown what was inside, and it was stuffed into the collar by Zhao Liuke. can not see.

If it is for decoration, it will look better on the outside.

"Why do you ask that?" Zhao Liuke said dully, "Of course I will always be with you, so you have to keep laughing!"

Huo Jinfeng stopped combing his hair: "You lied to me."

"How is it possible?" Zhao Liuke was angry, "I even asked for a lottery..."

Huo Jinfeng was silent for a while, and then he seemed to think of something: "The signature? Did you go up the mountain and ask for it in the temple that day?"

"I asked by the way, and I got the lottery." Zhao Liuke turned over and buried his face in Huo Jinfeng's belly, with his face stuck to the fabric of his sweater, "I didn't want to ask for it."

"Then why did you beg again later?" Huo Jinfeng bent his fingers and scraped his temples with his knuckles to prevent him from falling asleep.

As he spoke, the hot air from his breath fell on his abdomen.

"Hmm..." Zhao Liuke rubbed him again, his sweater was of good quality, the fabric was soft and a little slippery, he rubbed it cold and forgot to answer.

I can't ask any more questions.

Huo Jinfeng lifted him up, put his arms around his legs resignedly, and carried him into the room.

"Fengfeng," Zhao Liuke changed his posture, hugged his neck, and talked nonchalantly, as if drunk, "You have to be good, as you are now, or better than now..."

Huo Jinfeng stopped in his tracks and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Liuke didn't speak again.

Huo Jinfeng had no choice but to pick up the words just now and ask: "Didn't you say you were asking for a lottery? What are you asking for? Bad luck?"

Kid Zhao Keke lay down on the bed, became playful, and stretched out his arms, "That's not it!"

He squinted his eyes, hooked his necklace and tried to pull it out, tried hard for a long time, but couldn't pull it out in the wrong direction, and looked at him aggrieved.

Huo Jinfeng couldn't help laughing, and helped him hook out the necklace, and held the middle pendant in his hand.

It's made of wood with words engraved on it.

"Look, what's written on it?" Zhao Keke sat up straight, "When I was begging, there was a monk sitting across from him. He asked me...what do I beg, and I said, I want to beg for others..."

Huo Jinfeng: "Anyone else?"

Zhao Liuke was dizzy, leaned against his chest, and said inarticulately, "You."

His voice was low, his tongue was blunt, and his articulation was vague. Huo Jinfeng asked several times before he was sure that the word he said was "you".

The sign in his hand smelled like the wood on his body. There were two bright black characters engraved on it, which were traditional Xingkai characters. They were not laser printed, but seemed to be engraved by himself—a bit of a messy engraving that couldn't be covered up.

Rough, yet simple and sincere.

The words on it are "God's will".

His heart was shaken, he didn't want to say anything, he didn't want to think about whether Zhao Liuke would leave him, he didn't want to think about why Zhao Liuke's acting skills soared overnight, he didn't want to think about the conversation between Zhao Liuke and Lu Ming in the room that day, he didn't want to think about him that day. Received the video to dodge his eyes...

The ink in his eyes blurred like water, and the rain was about to come, layer upon layer.

He asked again: "Will you leave me?"

The drunk man said, "How can I leave you?"

Huo Jinfeng: "You disappear."

Zhao Liuke laughed, and his bright face, reeking of alcohol, met his complicated eyes.

He grinned heartlessly because of drunkenness, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the ears: "Then you have to wait for me to die."

Huo Jinfeng's logic is strict, just like negotiating, seeking guaranteed interests: "What if I leave?"

Zhao Liuke tilted his head: "Leaving?"

"Ah."

Zhao Liuke smiled confusedly, he was still conscious, it wasn't that he couldn't remember anything, a part of the plot in the book flashed through his mind at this moment.

There is a little nurse who takes care of Huo Jinfeng, who belongs to Yang Xiaoying, but he also has a small child in his heart, not to mention that he has been coveting Huo Jinfeng's money for a long time, and he is ready to seduce/seduce him. If he succeeds, it will be much more beneficial than the little benefit Yang Xiaoying gave him .

After he pretended to like him and confessed his love, Huo Jinfeng was unmoved at all. It only took three months for the nurse to reveal his true colors. He stole a handicraft from the family and sold it, earning tens of thousands.

Huo Jinfeng later found out that the handicraft next to the piano was missing when he was free to practice the piano.

Without saying anything, he threw the nurse to the security guard, sat on the piano bench and turned on the live broadcast on his mobile phone.

The nurse was strapped to a wheelchair and "taken care of it".

A needle as long as a man's forearm slowly pierced his palm, and his eyes were opened to watch him suffer. Pain was secondary, and fear was the main one.

Here, Huo Jinfeng's slender fingers calmly scraped across the keys, and played a piece of "Room of Angel", which is a game song. He played it in high school. He has forgotten the content of the game, but only remembers the theme song.

As soon as the song was over, the nurse had passed out.

His hands gleamed with slender needles, like misshapen hedgehogs.

"Leave..." Zhao Liuke raised his hand and pressed it on his left chest, "Then tie me up and wedge me into your heart."

His eyes were clear, his voice was calm, and he was not drunk.

Huo Jinfeng heard the beating of his own heart.

The person who disturbed him was lying on his back, Huo Jinfeng was startled by his movement, and raised his hand to probe under his nose.

The other party's breath was calm and gradually became shallower.

……Fell asleep.

He was laughed angrily, sat back on the side of the bed, raised his hand, and pressed it slowly on his heart.

He lowered his eyes to look at the person who was talking harshly just now, but now fell asleep.

His usual sleeping face was peaceful and obedient, but now he was frowning tightly.

He could see that something was wrong with Zhao Liuke, he didn't want to tell what trouble he had encountered, so he came back to drink, playing with him like a drunk.

He took advantage of the situation, and Zhao Liuke responded accordingly. His problem was solved, but Zhao Liuke's was not.

Huo Jinfeng thought for a while, closed the door, and went to the balcony to make a phone call.

The director was a little impatient when he received the call at night, and he hurriedly picked up the call when he saw the notification: "Mr. Huo?"

"Well, I just want to ask, how is Liu Ke doing on the set today?"

The director is still single in his 50s. If it weren't for Huo Jin Venture Capital, this film would not have been made. I like him more than I respect him. After eating dog food in the middle of the night, I feel so heartbroken, and I have to work hard: "Liu Ke ...I remembered, he is not in a good state today!"

"How?" Huo Jinfeng raised his eyebrows.

Like all people in love, he has a rather blind confidence in his lover.

"He got stuck for the first time... I'll pass the video over, and you'll find out after watching it."

"Alright."

Huo Jinfeng opened the video, and what was sent was the original film, which was quite crude, but the most authentic.

He saw Zhao Liuke's froze facial expression.

Huo Jinfeng pulled the progress bar back and forth many times, repeatedly confirmed his movements and expressions, and was sure that his judgment was correct.

The person stuck in the camera... is at a loss.

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The author has something to say: After that, it will be more blah blah every other day.