the sky is warm

Long Fei regretted it after telling Liu Minhong's room. He was shocked by Qin Shimo's tone at that time, and was easily forced out by Qin Shimo.

He was afraid that Qin Shimo would do something irreversible on impulse, so he hurriedly took the car keys and rushed to Liu Minhong.

While walking, he called Qin Shimo, but no one answered.

Call again, still no one picks up.

Thinking of Qin Shimo's impulsive temperament, Long Fei was uncertain, and while driving, he imagined all possible situations in his mind.

He has already thought of the solutions to all the problems in his mind.

However, he never expected that Qin Shimo would rescue Han Bing in this way...

He was so resistant to this matter at the beginning, why in the end, he tried every means to get Liu Minhong to agree to the substitution.

But in the end, he was taken back by himself, so all these messy things he did by Long Fei turned out to be completely meaningless in the end.

He stood in the dark corridor of the hotel, looking at the big ball of white light at the end of the corridor, he couldn't figure out why things turned out like this for a while.

He looked at the two door gods at Liu Minhong's gate, turned around, and walked back and forth.

The next morning, when Qin Shimo woke up, he was the only one in the room.

He glanced at the empty space beside him, then turned his eyes away immediately, his face turned blue and red alternately, his limp body seemed to have been run over by a heavy truck, and there was a burning pain in an unspeakable place.

Qin Shimo walked into the bathroom with the wall and washed himself. When he came out of the bathroom, most of his strength was exhausted.

The phone rang suddenly. He thought it was Han Bing, and hurriedly picked it up to see that it was his cousin.

Qin Shimo slowly put on his clothes and walked out the door. The two iron pillars outside the door were no longer there.

In the coffee shop downstairs of the hotel, Long Fei watched his cousin walk in slowly from the door, unexpectedly did not recognize him for a moment.

When he walked in, Long Fei realized that on Qin Shimo's seemingly calm face, the previous domineering expression was gone, and there was a little more maturity and forbearance.

He was suddenly a little stunned, and for a moment he even forgot what he wanted to say.

In just one night, Qin Shimo's impression of him has completely changed. When Qin Shimo saw him before, he must have come up to hold Long Fei affectionately, and called out his cousin, crisp and barbaric.

Today's him actually made Long Fei not know how to speak.

Between him and Qin Shimo, he suddenly couldn't find the way he used to do whatever he wanted.

The atmosphere was a little stiff, Long Fei cleared his throat, "Xiao Mo, are you... okay"?

"Hmm..." the voice was hoarse.

Long Fei's hands under the table were suddenly clenched, and he heard himself talking to Qin Shimo.

"I will try my best to help you fight for..." He didn't finish what he was fighting for, but Qin Shimo understood what he meant, "And yesterday...".

"cousin……"

Qin Shimo interrupted him, "No need, I don't need to fight for anything."

Long Fei...

"Also, thank you, cousin, I don't blame you for Han Bing's matter."

Long Fei was startled, the words he wanted to say just got stuck in his throat.

Long Fei kept the original posture alone, Qin Shimo had already left, and his words just now echoed in his ears.

"Cousin, don't do anything for me anymore, you have done enough."

"Cousin, thank you...".

When Qin Shimo dragged his uncomfortable body back to the room step by step, he saw that the two iron pillars had returned, and his steps immediately stopped there.

"What are you doing there, you haven't come in yet," said a man's impatient voice from inside.

Qin Shimo hid the disgust in his eyes, and walked in quickly. Because the strides were too big, the wound was painful, so he tried his best not to make a sound.

"Clean up and go to City S in two days," the man said to Qin Shimo with the same expression on his face.

Qin Shimo was startled, "What are you going to do?"

"Filming," the man seemed in a good mood, ignoring the impatience and panic in Qin Shimo's tone.

Then he said, "Your agent has won the male second spot for you, but you still have to go through the procedures. Prepare yourself. This is the manuscript. Take the time to read it."

Qin Shimo was holding a thick stack of paper in his hand. This was the opportunity he and his cousin had dreamed about fighting for some time ago, and now it is here.

It's just in his hands. Shouldn't he be celebrating?

It should be celebrated, he thought.

However, there was no excitement in his heart, not even a trace.

Why, he asked himself.

Is it because of Han Bing?

No one answered him, and he could not answer himself.