The whole Internet is black, I was chased and killed by my ex

At 07:30 in the morning, Lin Siji got up on time.

He turned off the vibrating phone alarm, got up and rubbed his sore waist.

Although the sofa in the suite is not narrow, it is still too small to accommodate an adult male.

Lin Siji walked into the bathroom, and glanced at the closed bedroom door along the way.

The culprit was still sleeping soundly inside, without the slightest bit of guilt for occupying the magpie's nest.

Last night, after inviting the careless and confused spirit into the room, considering that there might be unrepentant reporters wandering in the lobby, there is a risk of attracting wolves into the room no matter whether you go down to get the room card or send one up...

Seeing Yang Yan's hesitant expression, Lin Siji made a final decision.

"You sleep here tonight."

At that moment, whether it was Yang Yan's bewildered expression when he suddenly raised his head, or the forced bewilderment in his Danfeng eyes, Lin Siji inexplicably felt that he had become the kind of bully director who forced young actors to go astray, and would not give roles if they didn't follow... …

But the fact is not at all.

In order to accommodate the young actor, the big director even generously gave up his bedroom, the reason being that he was sympathetic to him for filming tomorrow and had to rest well.

But Yang Yan kept insisting that this was Lin Siji's room, and that it was his fault that he forgot to bring the room card, and there was no reason to sleep on the bed.

His attitude was very firm, Lin Siji shied away from him a few times, and suddenly understood why many directors or screenwriters who had worked with Yang Yan said that this guy was difficult to deal with.

"I don't even want to give you a bed?" In the end, Lin Siji was about to be laughed at by Yang Yan, but he had no choice but to lower his voice and said in a suggestive tone, "Or, do you want to sleep with me? That's why I persisted."

Difficult to deal with, there is always a rogue system.

After saying this, Lin Siji was satisfied to see Yang Yan's face turn red quickly.

He hid in the room as if fleeing, the sound of the door closing was loud, and the walls vibrated faintly.

Lin Siji shook his head and smiled, he knocked on the door and said that there were unused cups and toothbrushes in the bathroom in the corridor.

What responded to him was the sound of Xisuo's quilt in the room, and Lin Siji could almost imagine the scene of Yang Yan burying himself in the quilt like an ostrich.

Teasing children is fun.

The vicious director whistled and was about to turn around and leave, but the closed door opened again.

Yang Yan, with two hairs sticking up, appeared holding the quilt and pillow.

"Found it in the cabinet." He said in a muffled voice.

"Thank you." Lin Siji took the quilt.

"You really don't want to sleep in the room?" Yang Yan reconfirmed worriedly.

"With you?" Lin Siji sternly said, "No, I'm a serious director."

The door slammed shut again, louder than last time.

In the room, Yang Yan leaned against the door panel and rubbed his face expressionlessly, thinking that he would be an idiot for thinking about this disrespectful guy.

After washing, Lin Siji walked to the door of the room and knocked twice.

There are some materials in the bag in the room.

No answer.

Lin Siji was not surprised, he said I came in, and turned the doorknob.

In the room, the curtains were closed tightly, and a few rays of light came through the gaps, outlining a group of unknown objects on the bed.

Lin Siji moved lightly to the edge of the window sill, and took out the black briefcase from the pile of pillows.When I picked up the bag, the curtains were pulled up, and the sun took advantage of the gap, illuminating half of the bed brightly.

The mass of unknown objects on the bed squirmed and made a sound between grunting and humming.

Lin Siji pushed the curtain back to its original position without changing expression.

When he was struggling with the curtain, the clear ringing of the mobile phone emerged.

Lin Siji looked over and saw that the ringtone came from the mobile phone on the left side of the bed, accompanied by vibrations, the sound was very clear in the quiet room.

But Yang Yan was indifferent under the harassment of the sound, he just hummed in dissatisfaction, put the quilt over his head, and continued to sleep.

The phone stopped and rang again, and the person on the other end of the phone was very persistent, determined to pull all the dead people out to make contact.

But he happened to meet Yang Yan, who was more comfortable in sleep than in death.

When the ringing stopped for the second time, Lin Siji walked to the bedside.

【Wu Zai】

Yang Yan's agent.

Calling so early, there must be something urgent.

Lin Siji glanced at Yang Yan, he was still stuffed under the quilt, with a few strands of rebellious hair sticking out of the quilt like magpie hair, arrogantly declaring that his master didn't intend to wake up.

At this time, Wu Zai called for the third time.

Lin Siji picked up the phone and connected it.

"Ancestor! You finally woke up! Do you know how worried I am? I woke up in the morning and saw that you didn't reply to any of the many messages I sent you. I was scared out of my wits in an instant! I almost thought you I didn’t see the clarification, so I couldn’t think of committing suicide! Fortunately, you answered the phone now, and I half-pressed the alarm number, and if no one answered, I just dialed out... What, go and thank the director Lin? He helped a lot, no matter how lazy you are, you have to say thank you, be sincere, don't be lazy, and leave an impolite impression! Do you hear me?!"

Lin Siji listened politely to Wu Zai's machine gun-like roars, and spoke with restraint.

"Hello."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone.

Facing the voice that was obviously lower than that of his own artist, Wu Zai was silent for two seconds and asked.

"……you are?"

"I'm Lin Siji."

A more lasting silence than the last misfire.

Wu Zai on the other end of the phone seemed unable to understand why Lin Siji picked up the call to Yang Yan.

After a long time, he stammered and spoke.

"Lin... Director Lin! Hello, hello, thank you for the clarification you gave us. In fact... I originally planned to come to thank you in person, but unfortunately I was not on the set yesterday, so I am negligent. Please don't Odd..."

"It's okay, Yang Yan already thanked me last night." Lin Siji turned sideways and looked at the bed.

Probably because he thought it was stuffy in the quilt, Yang Yan got half of his head out of the quilt, his mouth was slightly open, his eyelashes were trembling, and he slept soundly.

Lin Siji stared at him for two seconds and added inexplicably.

"Thank you very much."

Wu Zai: ...

Wu Zai:?

"Then what, Director Lin." Wu Zai drove some bad thoughts out of his head, and made further confirmation, "Excuse me, Yang Yan, are you by my side now?"

"En." Lin Siji snorted casually.

"Then can I trouble you to let him answer the phone?"

"Oh, that might be inconvenient." Lin Siji said, "He's still sleeping."

Wu Zai: ...

Wu Zai:? !

"It's not...you...Director Lin..." Wu Zai was full of alpacas running in his heart, he felt like a pig whose cabbage had been stolen, dancing wildly in the empty vegetable field.

what's the situation? ? ?

Wu Zai was confused and shocked.

Aren't you going to say thank you? ?Why are you still asleep! !

Seeing that Wu Zai's psychological expectations had been beaten to the point of collapse, Lin Siji smiled lightly, explaining with some remaining conscience.

"Yang Yan came to my place yesterday to thank me. I forgot to bring my room card. I think it's late and it's not convenient to ask the waiter to come up. Let me rest here first."

"Oh oh oh." Wu Zai regained his senses, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm really sorry, our artistes just lose everything, and the quality of sleep is not good... If you sleep on the sofa, you will probably toss and turn all night, I hope not Make you rest."

"It didn't bother me." Lin Siji laughed twice, "He slept on the bed."

Wu Zai: ...

"It's fine if it doesn't disturb you." Wu Zai's voice has already begun to waver, obviously unable to accept the fact that his artiste sleeps in another man's bed, "I won't disturb your rest in the early morning, if you Yang Yan woke up, please let him call me back."

"Okay." Lin Siji said, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Wu Zai's voice was as empty as bubbles floating in the sky, so light that it would burst if poked.

Lin Siji hung up the phone and glanced at the time.

It's almost ten minutes to eight.

The crew started work at 09:30, and the makeup team was dispatched at [-]:[-].

It's time to get up, too.

When he put the phone back beside the bed, the body suddenly started to vibrate.

Yang Yanding's alarm clock.

Before Lin Siji could react, he saw Yang Yan, who was still in a ball just now, with his back turned to him, turned around with lightning speed, raised his hand high, and slapped the phone—his own hand.

Snapped!

The crisp sound of skin contact, the clear pain.

Lin Siji twisted his expression restrainedly, and then saw Yang Yan groping around, trying to turn off the alarm clock.

What he pressed was the back of Lin Siji's hand, not the phone screen.

I'm afraid the alarm clock won't be able to turn off for a while.

Yang Yan fell into a drowsy sleep. He dreamed that he was holding a pig's trotter.The pig's trotter had sharp joints, showing the leanness of poor pigs who couldn't afford to eat. Just when he was hesitating whether to go up and take a bite to taste the taste, the pig's trotter suddenly vibrated and let out an ear-piercing scream.

Yang Yan was startled, and leaned forward, trying to find the button to turn off the screaming.

He touched it, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why does this scream sound so much like your own alarm ringtone?

And why, on a pig's trotter, trying to find the button to turn off the scream?

The more Yang Yan thought about it, the more wrong he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he became sober. With a last shiver, he opened his eyes.

His vision was blurred, and he could vaguely see what he was holding in his hand, not a pig's trotter, but a human hand just like himself.

Looking down the arm...

He met Lin Siji with a bland smile.

Yang Yan: ...

Yang Yan was silent for two seconds, and retracted his two claws holding Lin Siji's wrist like an electric shock.He tried to support the bed and get up, but fell back on the bed because of his unstable center of gravity, and then got entangled in the quilt...

Yang Yan struggled violently, but the quilt became tighter and tighter without saving face.

Lin Siji lowered his head and watched the whole process of this unlucky brat's cocooning himself, and said politely:

"morning."

Yang Yan froze.

He covered his head as if giving up, and responded in a muffled voice.

"……morning."

Lin Siji bent down with great kindness, grabbed the edge of the quilt, and shook Yang Yan out like rescuing a seal trapped in a fishing net.

Yang Yan got up in disgrace, feeling that he could go to the aquarium to perform with a ball.

"Your manager asked you to call him later." Lin Siji said, "The towels in the bathroom are clean, you can use them."

"En." Yang Yan picked up the phone, thanked him in a low voice, and then rubbed towards the door.

Lin Siji watched him rush out of the bedroom in two or three steps, and the movement of pulling and closing the door was done in one go.

The awareness of vigilance is quite strong.

Lin Siji smiled, he walked out of the bedroom and turned around to look from the corridor.

But the observation ability is too poor, and I didn't find that the glass is not frosted.

He stood in front of the glass wall of the bathroom, and knocked on the door twice when Yang Yan was about to lift his clothes.

"I'm going down to have breakfast first. You pack up and go back to your room. I'll ask the waiter to bring up the card."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the noise of soldiers and horses in the bathroom, packed his things and left the room.

Yang Yan was in the bathroom, slapping his face with cold water.

It's so embarrassing.How could he be so ashamed as soon as he met Lin Siji?

He splashed the water angrily, with too much force, a handful of water splashed on his body, and most of his clothes were wet.

Looking at the translucent front, Yang Yan slowly raised his head.

This is today, isn't Feng Shui going well?

There was a folded bathrobe on the shelf, Yang Yan changed into it impromptuly, brushed his teeth quickly, and grabbed the phone and closed the doorknob.

Yang Yan peeped out from the translucent glass.There was no one in the room, Lin Siji went out.

He breathed a sigh of relief, walked out of the bathroom, and made a call to Wu Zai while walking towards the door.

He was so focused on the screen that he didn't see a group of people walking in his direction.

"Let me tell you that the most taboo thing for people working in the circle is to talk badly. They can't help gossiping when they see any news. Rumors spread from person to person, and finally drive people to death! Look at yesterday, but there was an online rumormonger, you guys I started talking nonsense, there were all kinds of outrageous rumors, and it was even said that Yang Yan joined the group through the back door!"

The assistant director led the way, and the movement of turning around to lecture did not slow down his pace!

"You said that the actors were wronged or not, and they acted conscientiously, but in the end you spread rumors like this! I'll leave it here today. The actors in our crew are all recruited according to the formal procedures. There is no such thing as parallel imports who sell themselves for resources, no !"

"Associate...Associate director." A staff member behind him said cautiously, "If you continue to move forward, you will bump into someone."

The assistant director slammed on the brakes, turned around, and bumped into the person who pulled the door out.

He fixed his eyes.

Yang Yan!

Why is Yang Yan here?

The assistant director looked up at the room number in confusion.

Isn't this Lin Siji's room?

The assistant director lowered his head again in confusion, and looked over...

With a head of messy hair like a bird's nest, Yang Yan's handsome face was shrouded in black clouds, the T-shirt hanging in his arms was dripping wet, the bathrobe on his body was half opened, and his chest was looming,...

The screen of the mobile phone in his palm was on, as if he was dialing someone.

The screen changed and the call was connected. Yang Yan swiped his finger, probably wanting to press reject.

But I pressed the speakerphone.

"Yang Yan!!!" Wu Zai's roar ran through the entire corridor.

"Why the hell did you sleep on Lin Siji's bed???"