Star system feeding plan

Lin Anjing was treated coldly by Qi Bo, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He also thought that it might be because Qi Bo got hurt while filming and he was in a bad mood. Since he said to wait until he came back, he should wait. Anyway, the two of them would meet each other after work. A family talk or something.

He thought there was nothing wrong with it, but Qi Bo became even more depressed after waiting for a long time for his reply.

"Is my film finished?" Grimly, he raised his head to look at the assistant who was sitting beside him looking down at the itinerary. Qi Bai pointed out, "Book a ticket, and leave tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" Assistant Sun raised his head to look at him, and then he reacted in a daze, very speechless, "Can you stop being so naive? An Jing is also in his 20s, why do you always treat him like a child?" OK."

"I'm a wounded person, so hurry up and book a flight back home." Qi Bo started making trouble out of nowhere and really couldn't do anything about him, Assistant Sun sighed and shook his head, and resigned himself to calling to book a flight.

Putting aside Qi Bai's sulking and not mentioning it, Lin Anjing was still puzzled when he got all the way outside the gate of Haotian Entertainment Company, and turned to look at Hu Li, "Didn't you just go home?"

He looked at his watch, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"Well, when you were auditioning, the boss called and asked you to come to the company. I also have to meet with the martial arts instructor." Hu Li shrugged and held the door to signal him to get out of the car.

Lin Anjing got out of the car and walked into the building with Hu Li, and asked him in a low voice while walking: "Is the martial arts instructor reliable?"

He does know that there are quite a few big stars who have specially hired martial arts instructors to teach him, but even if he has no name and no money, even if he really found him because of Yan Hao's face, it is still a matter of whether they can seriously teach him .

"Hmm..." Hu Li rubbed his chin and nodded slightly, "It should be reliable. I'll go to the seventeenth floor. You can go to the boss by yourself. He and Mengmeng should be in the glass room on the roof."

Lin An nodded and went to the special elevator and went directly to the top floor.

In the glass room, Yan Hao was lying on the big bed and was fiddling with his iPad to read Weibo, while the little fat boy was sleeping on his back in a daze.

Lin Anjing stood outside the door and pushed it open, speechless for a while.

The current way of getting along with each other is more like a biological father and son than him. The little fat boy is with Yan Hao every day, and Yan Hao is like a dad.

The young man silently supported his forehead and covered his heart, feeling a faint sense of melancholy.

Why?

He is jealous.

My precious son is so close to men, and he will start filming again soon. I don’t know which scenic spot the crew chose this time, and he may be on a business trip. It’s okay for Lin Mengmeng to follow, but he can’t keep going wherever .

Sighing, Lin Anjing stretched out his hand to poke the little fat boy's swollen belly, the little fat boy moved, and rolled over from the man's back.

"Oh!" Woke up.

In a daze, he raised his face and looked left and right, stretched out his hands and rubbed his eyes, twisted himself on the man's back and continued to sleep.

Lin Anjing let out a chuckle, and seeing that he fell and didn't wake up but continued to sleep, he reached out and poked the little guy's fleshy buttocks again.

"Hmm!" He shrank towards Yan Hao with a whimper, the little fat boy wrinkled his little nose, and finally opened his eyes reluctantly after being poked several times, "Dad!"

The milky voice was full of accusations, "Daddy is so bad!"

The man tilted his head and looked at the little fat boy who had woken up and sat with his legs apart. He moved his somewhat stiff body and sat up to hold him in his arms. He looked up at Lin Anjing who was standing by the bed, "How about the audition?" ?”

"Director Liu asked me to try on clothes tomorrow, and he said he was very satisfied with my performance." Lin Anjing sat aside and put on socks for the little fat boy, "I haven't performed at all yet."

"He's crazy by himself, as long as you like it." The man put the little fat boy on the bed and stretched his waist after putting on his shoes, "Go home."

"Why did you ask me to come up?" Lin Anjing put on the little fat boy's shoes and took his little hand to wipe him, then wiped his face and wiped the baby oil that was put aside, and pinched his face, "It smells delicious."

"Well, Dad, I seemed to be dreaming just now." The little fat boy looked up at him and raised his hand to scratch his face. "It seems that Dad is wearing a purple dress. It looks so long and looks good."

Lin Anjing smiled lightly and bent over to pick him up, turned his face to look at the dressed man, "Let's go."

"I asked you to come here to show you this." The man reached out and took the file bag on the small coffee table beside him, which contained several groups of photos, "Xia Chun has seen the photos taken by Tom and selected a few, anyway, it is a It’s just a magazine cover, so there’s no need to retake it.”

Lin Anjing looked over and nodded, "Oh, you are the boss, you decide."

Yan Hao raised his eyebrows and put his arms on his shoulders, half-embracing him and walked out, "I won't cause trouble for you in the future." Touching the top of his head, the man smiled and said, "Xia Chun called me I said you did a good job, but you still have to work hard in some places."

"I'm really not good at two-dimensional photos. There's a difference between them and fixed-makeup photos." Lin Anjing also knew where his flaws were, so he was relieved to hear that the man said that he would not be allowed to shoot any magazine covers again.

"Father," the little fat boy put his arms around Lin Anjing's neck and called him. He didn't answer what he said to his father just now, pouted his mouth, and the little fat boy snorted dissatisfied and stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, "Dad, why don't you?" Didn't talk to me, I said that I dreamed that you were wearing a purple dress."

"Yeah, Dad was wearing a purple robe just now, I'll take you to the set tomorrow, and you told me it's a pity that you didn't go to Huli today." Although he didn't really want his precious son's intelligence to be known by everyone , but it's not okay to let a man take care of the child every day. After all, Yan Hao has work to do, and he is even more worried about the little fat boy alone.

The little fat boy blinked his big eyes and asked suspiciously: "Are you going to let me act again? Dad, you can't do this, you can't rely on me to be famous."

Lin Anjing couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at that serious little guy, he switched hands to hug him, the little guy has grown a lot of flesh and head recently, it's quite heavy to hold.

Yan Hao reached out to take it and let him rest for a while to hold it by himself, holding it firmly with one hand, pinching the little guy's nose with the other, "Don't talk to Dad like that, it's rude."

"If Dad doesn't work hard, he won't be able to be famous and win the trophy." The little fat boy wrinkled his nose and raised his small hand to grab the man's big hand, turned his face to look at Lin Anjing, "Dad!"

"Huh?" Lin Anjing tilted his head to look at him, "What?"

He was absent-minded for a moment just now, as if something appeared in his mind.

He frowned and looked at the little fat boy, and asked him, "Mengmeng, what were you thinking just now?"

The little fat boy tilted his head, not quite understanding what he meant.

Glancing at the man, Lin Anjing shook his head and didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Hao also discovered something recently. Lin Anjing seemed to be hiding something from him. That day when he talked to Lin Mengmeng like this, people couldn't understand him. It made the man very depressed. He didn't expect it to be like this today.

"What are you hiding from me?" Opening the car door, Yan Hao put the little chubby boy in the car and turned to stop the young man who wanted to get in the car, looking at him with an unkind expression.

"Uh..." Lin Anjing hesitated for a while, then raised his eyes to look at the man, "Can I have a little secret?"

"Secret with whom."

"Secrets with Mengmeng." Lin Anjing hasn't figured out how to tell the man about the rebirth, after all, he doesn't know if that counts as rebirth.And the relationship between the two of them seems to have just stabilized, so it's not appropriate to take risks.

"Okay, tell me when you want to talk." Staring at him for a while, Yan Hao let go of his arm and raised his chin, "Get in the car, let's go to the mall, the weather has been cold recently for you and The cute clothes should buy some new ones."

"Ah? I remember a lot of clothes." Lin Anjing didn't expect the man's topic to change so quickly, "What did you do with my box of clothes?"

"Then what kind of shit, throw it away, the sweater is pilling, what do you want Mengmeng to wear for the winter? He doesn't even have autumn clothes, it's already September and it's almost October." The man stared dissatisfied. Glancing at him and pulling him into the car, the driver followed the man's instructions and drove to the largest shopping mall in S City.

The little chubby boy lay on Lin Anjing's chest, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice, "Dad, did you feel something just now?"

"En." Raising his hand and touching the back of his head, Lin Anjing tilted his head to look at him, "What's going on?"

"Hmm... It seems that the main system has deepened the connection between us, as well as you and Uncle Yan." The little fat boy didn't know what was going on, but felt that the bond between them had deepened.

He tilted his head and looked at the man on the other side. At this moment, the man was looking down at his mobile phone, and he didn't know if he heard the whispers between the father and son.

"Uncle Yan, don't you like Dad?"

"En." Yan Hao nodded in response.

The driver's hand trembled. He seemed to have heard the boss confess his love?

Lin Anjing turned to look at the man, "If you don't like me, why would you propose?"

The driver's hand shook again, and his heart was pounding.

This is big news!

It's still big news that can only rot in the stomach!

Ears pointed up, looking forward and focusing on two purposes, the driver concentrates on driving and eavesdropping.

Yan Hao snorted coldly, and the driver immediately looked at his nose and nose, not daring to be distracted, and hurriedly concentrated on driving without thinking about him.

"Don't you also agree?" Reached out and pressed the ring hanging on Lin Anjing's chest accurately, "I've already put it on." He raised his left hand to show the young man, and the man frowned dissatisfiedly, "Put it on tomorrow."

Lin Anjing took a deep breath, and widened his eyes, "Don't be kidding, if I wear it to the set for a tour tomorrow, I won't even think about going out in the next month, be good, don't make trouble."

Yan Hao's face turned dark instantly, and he thought I was making trouble?All right, just wait for me, tomorrow I will make a fuss and everyone will know about it!

Lin Anjing looked at him nervously, feeling that something was wrong with the man's eyes.

But at this moment, the car had already arrived at the parking space of the shopping mall, so he forgot to say what he wanted to comfort.

What else can I say?It's useless for you to say anything about things that your man has already set his mind on.

Oh, An Jing, An Jing, just wait!