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

Zhao Liuke was sitting and flipping through fashion magazines. Recently, Sister Chu had given him work schedules for cover shoots of similar magazines. He didn't expect these to be here, so he picked them up and flipped through them.

When Brian came out from the inner room, he found that Zhao Liuke was staring at a boy in the magazine.

Brian asked casually, "Do you like the obvious?"

Zhao Liuke looked up from the magazine, showing a gentle and polite smile: "Well, this is my friend."

Zhao Liuke is used to suppressing himself and remaining stable.Only in this way can we behave calmly and unhurriedly in the dazzling lights.

This kind of shell on his body has been covering him all the time, and it has become instinctive to reveal it naturally when facing outsiders.

He put the magazine printed on Lu Ming aside, opened his legs, leaned forward, and clasped his palms.

This is a sincere listening gesture.

"Dr. Bryan, I know you are his counselor. Without violating professional ethics, can you tell me as much about the wind as possible?"

Brian raised his eyebrows even more in surprise now. If Huo Jinfeng hadn't specifically entrusted him with it before, he must have thought it was a collusion between the two.He knew that both of them were actors, and their acting skills were good.

Because Zhao Liuke kept looking at him, he naturally caught his fleeting expression: "?"

Brian waved his hand and smiled: "No problem, some small things are still okay."

In fact, big things can happen.

Zhao Liuke coughed, stretched out his finger and pointed around his lips.

Brian licked it and got the sweet milk foam, then took out the tissue and wiped it off by himself in a hurry.

Observing his gaps, Zhao Liuke came to a conclusion that Dr. Brian is actually a person who cares a lot about his appearance, which can be transformed into a spirit of contract to another extent, and he should not reveal too much information about Laifeng.

Zhao Liuke felt a little regretful for a while, but felt relieved.

This impression lasted until Brian started to talk about Huo Jinfeng's treatment, and it was completely broken.

Zhao Liuke was shocked to hear him tell the story of how he used to be a psychiatrist, and then heard Huo Jinfeng's self-abuse behavior from the early stage to the mid-term self-mutilation symptoms, and the harm of his native family in every detail.

He wants to stop, but wants to hear more.

He thought about it calmly for two seconds, fearing that his attitude towards Huo Jinfeng would be mixed with pity after listening, so he finally ruthlessly called to stop.

Zhao Liuke raised his hand to signal Dr. Brian to stop, with a little anger on his face, he interrupted in a low voice: "You signed a non-disclosure agreement with Jinfeng, is that how you perform it?"

Brian talked for a long time, but suddenly fell silent.

Brian showed a relieved smile: "Fortunately, you stopped, otherwise I would really have to sign a non-disclosure agreement."

Zhao Liuke was at a loss: "What do you mean?"

Brian told him exactly what Huo Jinfeng told him, saying that Huo Jinfeng asked himself to tell Zhao Liuke part of his illness, and Huo Jinfeng would tell the rest by himself.

Huo Jinfeng also told him that if Zhao Liuke didn't stop, it didn't matter if he finished speaking, but if he stopped, then it would be considered as Brian's violation of the agreement to continue talking.

Brian looked at Huo Jinfeng, whose footsteps were approaching, and waved to him, but said to Zhao Liuke: "You guys have a good chat, and I won't bother you. Communication is a laborious task, and in your Chinese language, he is very slippery."

Zhao Liuke stood up abruptly.

"Oh, yes," said Bryan, "Huo asked me to tell you that it would be a good thing if you felt pity for him after hearing this. You know him."

Huo Jinfeng was willing to spare no effort to use various methods to keep him by his side.

Yes, he already knew.

Brian walked into the inner room, closed the blinds, and closed the outer glass by the way, leaving room for the two to talk.

Huo Jinfeng had just finished his examination, and he was finally able to eat something—the next was the psychological category, which had nothing to do with blood levels.

Holding a glass of corn juice from a nearby KFC, he walked over here.

Zhao Liuke took a sip of the corn juice he handed over, took a long breath, calmed down, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably: "How can you... can be said by others..."

Huo Jinfeng knew what happened by seeing his reaction.

He rescued the glass of corn juice from Zhao Liuke's clenched hand without much concern—and let the person in front of him grab it, and the corn juice would overflow. The corn juice in this store is very sweet, and he likes it very much.

His brows were cold, but his movements and eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "It's already passed, so I don't think it's nothing, I think I can tell you."

Zhao Liuke leaned against him silently, and said for a while, "Isn't this forcing me to say..."

Huo Jinfeng covered his lips with his index finger.

He was really amused now, the smile on the corner of his mouth was bigger than usual, and he said jokingly: "Are we playing some game? One for one secret?"

Zhao Liuke shut up now, and he frowned in confusion, blaming himself in his heart.

In fact, when Zhao Liuke handed the mantra card to Lu Ming, he was ready to say it, but now, he seems to be blocked by something, always trying to find a suitable time, and he has been unable to move forward pace.

Is it the fetters of the previous life that caused the trouble...

Or is it blocked by his inner shell-like personality?

Huo Jinfeng looked at his wavering eyes, and lowered his voice.

Huo Jinfeng's deep and bewitching voice rang in his ears, and Zhao Liuke's mind buzzed, and he heard it all.

"Hello, your Huo Jinfeng is used for psychological counseling this morning. Now the situation has changed. There are two options for the time period from [-]:[-] noon to [-]:[-] noon."

"PLANA, following the original plan, Huo Jinfeng and Brian will conduct psychological counseling for two hours."

"PLANB, cancel the original plan. Huo Jinfeng will chat with his lover. In the plan, Huo Jinfeng will briefly explain his basic situation. The expected time is uncertain. It is completely feasible to cancel today's schedule."

"Player Zhao Liuke please choose."

"PLANA, or PLANB?"

The lover played a pretend game, Zhao Liuke got stuck for a while, and it took a long time to find his own voice.

"PLANB."

"Then...a reward."

The scorching breath is gone at a touch.

Zhao Liuke couldn't find his tongue, and he was dazed for a moment before returning to his senses.

The light kiss had already left, and it was just a simple and quick peck at the corner of his lips, bringing a gentle, returning wind.

For a moment, Zhao Liuke was thankful that the person he fell in love with was so gentle that he could tell the secret of himself that he had been burying without hesitation.

Zhao Liuke opened his mouth and finally made a sound.

"It must be great for you to do game copywriting."

Huo Jinfeng smiled: "I thought it must be a plan at least."

Zhao Liuke shook his head seriously: "Then go up a level, producer, the planner is the worst scolded."

They chatted easily as usual, but Zhao Liuke didn't want to reply as usual.

He is by nature a man of few words.

The profession of an actor requires him to be interviewed in public, so he reviewed the interviews of various seniors, read many books on how to speak and communicate, and sorted out a routine template that suits him, and he did this job well.

But it’s tiring to talk like this, and it’s also tiring to live like this.

So at the beginning, even though Huo Jinfeng was not at home all the time, he didn't find out in time.

——In order not to make himself appear taciturn, he buried his head in the dance room and gym, entangled with dance moves and fitness moves, and had no extra free time for other things.

My mind is full of how to do this movement, how to exert force, how to jump up, and how to land, the soles of my feet are hot, and my head is sweating profusely, so I have no free time to think about other things.

Exercise has always been a great way to relieve stress.

Now that they are chatting, Zhao Liuke wants to talk one part at a time, and there will be a long pause in between, as if he is sorting out his thoughts, with a relaxed expression.

He thought as much as he said, and he didn't have to worry about whether the people who were waiting to listen were in a hurry. His usual mask-like calmness was removed from his brows and eyes, with some immaturity of the first attempt, but also willful.

Huo Jinfeng watched his changes, surrounded him against the wall, and listened to him talk about himself in another world.

In that world, Zhao Liuke learned martial arts and drama when he was young, and lived with his master. When he became an adult, he went north to enter the entertainment circle. He received his first movie at the age of 22. When he won the best actor title, he was already 36 years old, a veritable old man up.

This makes sense for him to suddenly become like a fish in water in the entertainment circle, and it also makes sense for him to allow his personal image to grow freely and allow it to fend for itself.

He has experienced it a long time ago, and he doesn't care anymore, it doesn't matter if he has a chance or not, relying on his acting skills, there will always be a time when he will succeed.

Food and clothing will not be a problem, but pursuit has been bothering him since he came here until now.

Zhao Liuke said that the night before he won the award, when he was 36 years old, he suddenly recalled that time when Huo Jinfeng was furious on the set.

He looked up suddenly.

By the way, that play!

Zhao Liuke took a step forward, grabbed his sleeve with rare excitement, and met Huo Jinfeng's eyes.

Those eyes are not very easy to describe, they are too complicated, tangled and smoothed, as if someone is fighting against heaven and man in his eyes.

Zhao Liuke didn't understand it for a while, and retracted the words from his mouth in doubt, and asked him first: "Why this look?"

Huo Jinfeng was a little depressed, put his chin on the top of his hair, and sighed.

"Isn't it good to ask you to be called brother in the future?"

The two words omitted in the middle are self-explanatory, and Zhao Liuke covered his mouth to prevent him from continuing.

How could he have forgotten that his lover sometimes goes offline suddenly, and his brain circuit is as close as that of a fifth grader in elementary school.

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Zhao Liuke glared at him, but with little strength, so that Huo Jinfeng rubbed against him carelessly, but at this time Brian answered the phone and came out, saw two people, and joked: "Huo, can I leave work early? ?”

Huo Jinfeng nodded readily.

Zhao Liuke let out a "huh".

Brian cheered, like an old urchin, raised his arms and went back to the house to change his white coat.

And the lovers who answered his question have left together, and the echo of their chat remains in the quiet corridor.

"Remember the last time you were on set?"

"Huh? Why did you mention this suddenly?"

"I want to film with you."

"Okay, just bribe me."

"?you--"

Aggrieved.

"Can't even this little request be met?"

Zhao Liuke couldn't be fooled by him: "Tell me first, and I'll make a decision after I finish talking."

"Ke Ke—"

The protracted voice completely disappeared in this place.

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The author has something to say: there will be a fever later, five years later and fifty questions, they will be over.

Fever and five years later are very short. I don’t know if I can post fifty questions. Let me try.

The rest is to explain the deputy cp.