[Entertainment] I am at ease

After shooting more than a dozen Valentine's Day commercials in a row, Liao Heng finally got to the point where he felt nauseated when he heard these three words. However, he still accepted the Valentine's Day blessings and small gifts from fans with a smile on his face. The assistant helped him put all the presents in the car, and pulled the exhausted him straight towards home.

When he was about to get home, Liao Heng woke up suddenly, and hurriedly told the driver to turn back, and went to a roadside flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses. However, after a whole day of bustle, the shop was sold out of red roses, so Liao Heng had no choice but to exchange for a bouquet of red tulips—— Under the careful care of the shop staff, the flowers are still bright and fragrant.

Holding the flowers in his arms, he returned home lightly.

The house is very quiet, only the study room reveals the light.

He walked barefoot on the floor, carrying the flowers behind his back, and peeped inside through the crack of the door.

Rong Mo was sitting on a chair in home clothes, with his head down, holding a brush in his hand, slowly writing something.

Liao Hang has been with him for so many years, so he naturally knows that his calligraphy is extraordinary, but he is just curious, what is he writing with so much concentration?He cautiously opened the door, walked in gently, held his breath, and looked over as if he was afraid that he would find out.

It was a piece of red paper sprinkled with gold, neatly written in small letters from right to left, Rong Mo's wrist was hanging in the air, and the speed of writing was not fast, each stroke was extremely serious.

Liao Heng, who is familiar with poetry and books, recognized it after just two glances—it was the other paper of the marriage letter, and it was also the main part of the ancient marriage letter, which stated the real situation of the two people. This is written on red paper.

It wasn't until Rong Mo wrote his name on the signature place that he looked up at him, smiled and said, "You're back?"

"Yeah." Liao Heng responded, offering flowers to him, "Happy Valentine's Day."

Rong Mo was taken aback for a moment, and soon there were obvious smile lines on his face. He took the flower and stared at Liao Heng: "Thank you. What is the language of flowers?"

"A confession of love."

Rong Mo's smile deepened.

Liao Heng looked away, coughed dryly, and asked, "Are you writing a marriage letter?"

"Well, last time I saw the marriage letter of the elders in the clan, I thought the words were gentle and had a long meaning, so I copied it again." Rong Mo pushed the marriage letter to him, "Wait for you to add a name."

Liao Heng hummed: "The name of the ancient marriage letter is not written by myself."

Rong Mo just looked at him and smiled.

Liao Heng couldn't help laughing, lowered his head and picked up the brush, leaned over and said, "I don't know how to write with a brush, it's ugly."

"It's fine if you write it."

Ge Zhi Fan Wai Fan Wai Ba

People say that lovers need to have a sense of admiration for each other, and this kind of love will last long.

When Liao Heng relayed this sentence to Rong Mo who didn't know where he heard it, Rong Mo who was processing the document raised his eyes and looked at his lover with wide eyes, and slightly raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Liao Heng leaned over and asked him: "I said Director Rong, do you have a sense of admiration for me?"

Rong Mo pondered for a moment, then said tactfully, "Guess?"

Liao Heng got angry, sat up and crossed his legs and accused him: "As a man, you have no sense of admiration for your significant other, it's simply unqualified!"

Facing his unreasonable troubles, Rong Mo temporarily put the document aside, and said seriously: "What do I need to worship you?"

Liao Heng automatically translated this sentence in his heart: What do you think is worthy of my admiration?

So his feigned anger became real, and he said angrily, "As a movie star with superb acting skills, a student master who is upgrading to fight monsters, and a high-achieving student in the history department, am I not worthy of your admiration?!"

"..." Rong Mo blinked and asked slowly, "Then do you worship me?"

Liao Heng said without even thinking about it: "What do you have to admire!"

Rong Mo raised the corner of his mouth: "Then we're even."

Then pick up your own files again and continue working.

Liao Heng choked for a moment, but he was speechless.

How could there be no sense of admiration? From the beginning of the acquaintance, Rong Mo was a calm, calm, strategizing, and unreachable BOSS-level figure in his heart, but as they fell in love, each other's armor was gradually removed. Eyebrows gradually replaced those alienated impressions, the longer they were together, the more ordinary the other party became, sharing the same bed, washing face and brushing teeth, eating and dressing, it seemed that there was no difference between them and themselves.

All are ordinary people.

Liao Heng understands this path better than ever.So when this topic was brought up suddenly, he suddenly realized that the long-lasting relationship between them seemed to be far away from the dazzling romance in his memory.

He calmed down in vain, but Rong Mo was not used to it. After all, he put aside his work and came over to pinch his face: "What are you thinking?"

Liao Heng stroked his chin, looked up and down, and said, "Rong Mo children's shoes, Teacher Liao decided to criticize you."

Rong Mo frowned. Ever since Liao Hang went back to school to study for a Ph. D., and took the opportunity to guide students for his tutor, he always regarded himself as Teacher Liao from time to time, and gave him all kinds of nonsensical criticism and education.He didn't know what kind of son Liao Heng was going to produce this time, so he had to answer honestly: "You tell me."

"I found that Rong Mo children's shoes, you have no respect for the teacher!" Liao Heng said seriously, "Don't you think that Teacher Liao, who is knowledgeable about the past and the present, is very powerful?"

Rong Mo stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, smiling gently and slyly: "Teacher, I think you are more powerful when you speak few words."

Liao Hang was startled: "What?"

Rong Mo raised his hand up, lowered his head and kissed the ring on his ring finger, stretched out his tongue and slid along his finger to finger source code.

The numbness extended from the fingertips to the whole body, Liao Heng subconsciously clenched his fists, bit his lips and dared not speak, but his breath suddenly became heavier.

Rong Mo raised his head again, pressed his shoulder and kissed him, the tip of his tongue slid across his teeth, and said softly: "Open your mouth."

Liao Heng greeted his kiss obediently, put his hands on his back, and asked in his mind: "What does it mean to be quiet?"

Rong Mo pressed him down on the bed, and kissed his shoulder while taking off his pajamas: "It means you just need to say a few words."

"What a few... words..." Liao Heng's ending sound was swallowed by him.

"Uh...uh...Chen Yue..."

"Ha...um...Rong...slow down..."

"Liao Heng?"

"Ok?"

"I love you."

"Well... me too... ah..."

So the next day, Liao Heng finally understood what Rong Mo meant by "reticent words". His language was indeed very limited in bed.

This obscene way of changing the subject obviously made him angry, so Liao Hang decided to regain his dignity!

The place to spend time has been moved from the bedroom to the study. Every time Rong Mo went to visit him, he would find him reading a book or watching a documentary. He took a closer look. Various cultural relics, various histories, and various studies are indeed professional hobbies!Rong Mo was emotional, and when he saw the familiar content, he would fall in love with a sentence or two, and the two chatted about it. As a result, Rong Mo found that his brain was not enough, and he listened to Liao Hang talking At that time, he suddenly realized why he wanted to talk about such a topic with a top student in the history department in a twitch!Isn't this masochism? !

Boss Rong, who has been defeated repeatedly, decides to ignore Liao Hang's provocations, but Liao Heng seems to have a special liking for the study room, he doesn't even play games, and spends his days in the pile of books with relish, and the neglected Rong Mo can't help but go to the study to be a companion, turn on the TV to process the company's documents, and occasionally look up at Liao Heng who is concentrating on his research.

After Liao Heng returned to school, his acting work decreased a lot. There were few nominations for this year's major awards. A certain film star was happy to relax and stay at home every day.Although I was dragged by Mrs. Rong to prepare a dress for one of the film festivals, most of the time I was still at school at home.

After removing the bright and bright fashion, Liao Heng turned into a new height as he himself said, with slippers, pajama pants, cotton T-shirt, plain mirror, messy hair and occasional white vest. Dare to imagine how rough he can be.

At this time, Liao Hang was still wearing his favorite light gray loose T-shirt and long trousers, sitting cross-legged on a leather chair with bare feet, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, eating potato chips and watching the latest news intently. Issue [-] of The National Archives.

After finishing the work in hand, Rong Mo moved the chair to be next to him, trying to talk to him: "It seems that Yu Ze will be back at the end of the month."

"Oh, last time she called to say that the school is on spring break, maybe four or five days." Liao Hang's eyes were still fixed on the contents of the cultural relics lectured by several experts in the program, and he reached out and said, "Make me a glass of water."

Rong Mo, who turned into a pouring boy, had no choice but to serve this old man, and he did not forget to tell him: "Eat less snacks, you have gained weight recently."

Liao Heng glared at him: "Nonsense! My students say I'm so handsome recently!"

"..." Rong Mo was speechless, the final exam is coming soon, is it possible that your students won't flatter you?

Liao Heng drank two sips of water, suddenly slapped his forehead, and said to him: "By the way, my dear, I'm going on a business trip in a few days."

"Business trip?" Rong Mo frowned, when did this word have something to do with Liao Heng?

"I just went to Gansu with my supervisor. It seems that the Institute of Archeology over there invited him to do some research projects, and I went with another doctoral student."

"How long are you going?"

"I don't know, it seems to be more than half a month." Liao Heng stretched out his hand and pulled his face, and said with a smile: "Don't miss me too much!"

Rong Mo frowned, a little unhappy.

Originally thought that after Liao Heng reduced his filming work, the two people's time together would be more stable, but in fact it was only a little better than before.When Liao Heng was studying at school, the two of them could have dinner together every day and take a break. Once Liao Heng wanted to go out to film or go on a business trip, they would often not see each other for ten days and a half months.

Rong Yan began to live in school after entering elementary school, and only went home once a month. When they were both away, she could only go to play with her younger brother Rong Tuo. grandmother.

Rong Mo had a headache.

But the nature of their work is such that there is really no way.Fortunately, my daughter is well-behaved and sensible. She studies hard at school and is good at making the elders happy when she returns home. She calls home when she has time, which finally reassures them a lot.

Liao Heng didn't hear him speak for a while, and turned to look at him: "What are you thinking?"

"If you are going on a business trip, won't Yuze be alone when you come back?"

"Isn't there still you?" Liao Hang thought for a while, "If she wants, I can take her to Gansu to play together."

"Forget it, my parents haven't seen her for a long time, and they have been nagging to play with her." Rong Mo touched his head, "Will you miss me?"

Liao Heng said seriously: "It should be, after all, if I go out without an assistant, no one will serve me tea and water."

Rong Mo wanted to beat him up.

Liao Heng laughed out loud.

After the school final exam, the two went back to the old house to have dinner together. After staying at home for two days, Rong Mo personally sent Liao Hang to the airport. Teacher Qin couldn't help but despise his apprentice when he saw him: "There are more than 30 people who still have to go to school. Sending off, are you ashamed?"

Liao Heng said confidently: "We are happy to show our affection, can you control it? If you have the ability, let the teacher's wife come to see you off!"

Teacher Qin raised his hand and slapped him: "You have a family, don't you!"

"Aww, it hurts!" Liao Heng cried out in pain.

Having already realized the nature of this funny pair of master and apprentice, Rong Mo just laughed it off.

Another doctoral student next to him couldn't help laughing and said politely: "Mr. Rong, don't worry, someone will pick us up as soon as we get off the plane, and there will be someone to pick us up along the way. We will definitely send Senior Brother Liao back safely."

Rong Mo was embarrassed, he wasn't worried about this, but he was still a little embarrassed to be teased face to face by the other party.I had to say: "I'm sorry to bother you, he is lazy, so it would be nice not to trouble you!"

"You make me sound like a brat!" Liao Hang was dissatisfied.

Rong Mo smiled, chatted with several people for a long time, and sent them to the plane together.

During Liao Heng's business trip, Rong Mo had nothing to do, and finally remembered the problem of admiration a while ago.He was used to going to the study to accompany Liao Heng every day, so he simply started to spend time in the study, reading some books that Liao Heng usually liked to read.

History is never boring. Although Rong Mo's historical knowledge cannot be compared with professionals like Liao Heng, it is still much better than ordinary people.I have read a lot, and I admire Liao Heng. After all, it is not easy to remember all the messy and interesting official history, unofficial history, myths and legends.

Half a month later, when Liao Heng came home, Rong Mo was in a meeting, so he had to ask Fang Tezhu to pick him up at the airport.

Unexpectedly, when Special Assistant Fang arrived at the airport, he found that he was not the only one who was going to pick him up. Several leadership assistants from the school were there, and there were several people who accompanied Liao Heng and the others back.

"Mr. Liao, what are these?"

"From the Academy of Archaeology, come to the school for an exchange." Liao Hang patted him on the shoulder, "You go back first, I have to accompany Teacher Qin and the others back to school. By the way, please help me tell Director Rong that I will go back tonight It might be a little late."

"Okay." Assistant Fang agreed.

"Liao Heng! Don't run away!" A young man wearing glasses in the crowd waved at Liao Heng, "We agreed to have dinner together tonight!"

"Didn't run away! Isn't this here!" Liao Heng went up to meet him and teased him, "Among the people in your archaeological group, why did you come out of such a strange person who likes to drink? Your leaders don't care?"

"Haha, Yuzhi is very enthusiastic about people who are like-minded!" The people who came with him laughed, "Xiao Liao, you have more face than your teacher!"

"Hey, leader, don't frame me! I have a lot of admiration for Teacher Qin, so don't try to stir up discord..."

A group of people walked out talking and laughing.

Assistant Fang watched the group of people go away, and called his boss while walking towards his car: "Director Rong..."

That night, Rong Mo came home from get off work early and cooked a table of dishes. He didn't expect that Liao Hang didn't come home until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night.

He stared at the phone for several hours, losing patience, and finally couldn't help calling Liao Hang: "Honey, where are you?"

There seemed to be a moment of silence at the other end of the conversation, and a strange man's voice came: "Uh... hello, this is Teacher Liao's mobile phone, he is not convenient to answer the phone now, are you?"

Rong Mo turned cold, stood up to the truth, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm... Hey, Liao Heng, what are you doing!" The other party seemed to have something wrong, and hurriedly threw the phone away.Rong Mo could only hear the noise of objects falling from the cabinet, and the somewhat vague voice of Liao Heng.

Drunk?Rong Mo guessed that under his strict control, Liao Hang rarely got drunk outside, what happened today?If you don't go home and don't tell me in advance, how dare you get drunk in front of other men now?Don't know if you are a star, what should you do if you are photographed and write a messy report?

Although anxious, Rong Mo could only change his clothes and prepare to pick up someone while holding his mobile phone to listen to the other party's movements.

After a while of confusion, Liao Hang's voice became clearer: "Younger, did I see my phone?"

Xiao Yu's voice was a little far away, and he couldn't hear clearly when he yelled: "What are you talking about? Wait! I'll pour some hot water to sober me up."

Liao Heng grumbled and rummaged around: "Where's the phone? The phone...Call my dear... No way, the boss wants to scold me...Where's the phone? Huh? In my pocket...No..."

Rong Mo laughed angrily at him, when did he scold Liao Hang?

"What time is it... Is Boss Rong asleep yet? Uh... It's late..."

Rong Mo couldn't take it anymore seeing his slow look, locked the door and took the elevator to the garage, let go of his voice and shouted: "Liao Heng?"

"Hey? I seem to have heard the voice of Boss Rong..." Liao Hang was stunned for a while, looking around, "Where is it? Where are you, dear? I heard you talking..."

"Hey, Liao Heng, where are you going?" Yu Yu supported him, "Why are you running around when you're so drunk, come on, drink the water."

"Yu Yu, have you seen my Rong Boss?"

"Who?"

"My dear! My wife!" Liao Heng said drunkenly, "I heard the voice of my big boss, where did you hide him?"

"Your big boss... oh... by the way, someone called you just now!" Yu Yu suddenly realized, "That person is your wife? No... the voice is a man..."

"That's right, my wife is a man, don't you know?" Liao Heng chuckled twice, "You nerd, don't you care about my gossip at all?"

"I..." Xiaoyu was choked, and quickly threw him on the sofa, picked up the phone and apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, so you are from Liao Heng's family, hehehe, didn't I just...didn't recognize... that What's your last name, sir?"

"My surname is Rong, hello Mr. Yu." Rong Mo opened the picture and sat down, "Is Liao Heng drunk? Where are you now?"

"Yeah, everyone drank too much, and arranged to stay in the hotel temporarily. We share a room, so I will take care of him." Xiaoyu foolishly promised, "Mr. Rong, don't worry, Liao Heng has already vomited. Go through it once, just drink some water and sleep!"

I knew that I couldn't believe the words of that junior brother Liao Heng.Rong Mo heaved a long sigh, but still said: "Liao Heng is more noisy when he's drunk, I'm afraid to disturb your rest, so I'd better take him back."

"Don't bother, don't bother, I'm very experienced in taking care of drunks!"

"..." Facing the bookworm, Rong Mo could only speak straightforwardly, "Address."

"..." Shocked, Yu obediently reported the address.

Liao Heng snatched the phone: "Boss Rong, I want to eat chicken legs!"

Rong Mo raised his forehead: "What chicken legs do you eat in the middle of the night?"

"I want to eat! There are prawns and ice cream!" Liao Heng counted his favorite snacks, "I want to drink Sprite!"

"I think what you want to drink is not Sprite, but medicine." After speaking, Rong Mo hung up the phone.

"You're the one who needs to drink the medicine! I'm not sick!" Liao Heng stared at the phone.

Yu Yu: "...I also think you should take medicine."

Twenty minutes later, Rong Mo knocked on the door of the hotel.

Xiao Yu was taken aback when he saw the handsome man in a custom-made suit at the door, although he had imagined what Liao Hang's other half would look like in the short time just now, maybe he was an actor, maybe a director, maybe an artist, nothing at all. Think of him as a gentleman man who is a domineering president.

Rong Mo stretched out his hand politely: "Mr. Yu, I am Rong Mo."

"Hello, Mr. Rong...I am...cough, you can call me Yu. Please come in." Yu opened the door and invited him into the room. "Liao Heng vomited again, and now he is resting on the bed."

As soon as Rong Mo entered the door, he smelled the unpleasant smell of wine and vomit, and subconsciously frowned.

Yu hurriedly rushed over to open the window: "Ah, I forgot to open the window to let in some air! It will be fine to blow some air!"

Rong Mo thanked him, walked to the bed and looked at someone lying on the bed muttering to himself, heaved a long sigh, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Liao Hang."

Liao Hang turned away from the relevant authorities with his eyes blindfolded, and looked at him foggyly: "Rong Mo?"

"Well, it's me." Rong Mo touched his forehead and face, it was a little hot, it seemed that the alcohol had not gone away, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"Uncomfortable." Liao Heng turned around and stretched out his hand to hold it, massaging, "Where's my chicken leg?"

"No chicken legs, do you want to take medicine?" Rong Mo took out a box of medicine from his pocket, poured out three, took the water from the cabinet, "Come, drink the medicine, sober up."

"Don't drink!" Liao Heng turned his head and pretended to be dead, "I want chicken legs!"

"Pfft." Yu Yu leaned against the window and laughed.

Rong Mo apologized to him helplessly, dragged him up and hugged him in his arms, and coaxed him in a low voice: "Drink some water, and you won't feel bad after drinking the medicine. Go back and buy you chicken legs!"

"Eat shrimp!" Liao Heng thought to himself.

Rong Mo endured the strain on his forehead, and promised: "Okay... Come on, drink the medicine first."

Liao Hang obediently drank the medicine.

Rong Mo touched his face with a scarf and felt it for a while. The temperature had subsided a little. He took out the scarf and wiped the sweat from Liao Hang's forehead and neck, and asked him, "Shall we go back?"

"En." Liao Heng rubbed his face vigorously, stood up with him, and walked out with his shoulders.

Rong Mo did not forget to bid farewell to Xiao Yu: "Mr. Yu, I took him back. I am sorry to trouble you today, so take a good rest."

"Why are you being polite, be careful on the road!" Yu Yu sent the person out, stood in the aisle and smiled: "Yo, I didn't see it, Liao Heng is lucky, he has a considerate wife."

Fortunately, Rong Mo didn't hear these words.

Rong Mo sent the man to the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, took off his coat and put it on for him, then sat in the driver's seat and prepared to go home.

Liao Heng suddenly reached out his hand to cover his hand twisting the key, and whispered to him on the chair with his eyes closed; "Chen Yue..."

Rong Mo looked back at him, the appearance of the other party who fell into a deep sleep was really not like a sober person.He laughed, leaned over and kissed the corner of Liao Heng's mouth, and said in a low voice, "Next time you dare to get drunk outside, let's see how I deal with you."

Liao Heng seemed to have sensed something, hummed lightly, adjusted his posture, and continued to sleep.

Liao Heng woke up the next day and found that Rong Mo had already gone to work. He smelled the refreshing smell on his body and knew that he must have been thrown in the bathtub to wash it last night. He touched his nose, unwilling to think about what he did last night. What a shame.

After a casual breakfast, he rushed to school, was almost late for the exchange meeting, and was caught by Yu Yu who molested him severely. Only then did Liao Heng realize what funny things he did yesterday when he was drunk, and immediately felt ashamed to face others.Facing Xiao Yu's loud laughter, all Liao Hang could do was to hide from him and pretend he didn't see him.

There are two lectures in the afternoon, and the speakers are Mr. Qin and an industry leader from Gansu. Liao Hang and Xiao Yu, as the proud disciples of both parties, will inevitably show up and talk about interesting historical facts.Because of Liao Heng's star status, the students who came to the lectures couldn't help asking him questions. Liao Heng had to deal with these difficult elementary school students seriously and humorously.

Fortunately, he had been warned before, so the students did not dare to ask questions unrelated to majors. Liao Hang handled it with ease. After an hour and a half of extra time, he finally ended the lecture for the day with a round of applause.

The crowd left the stage one after another, and those who came forward to sign their names followed suit. Liao Heng and Yu Yu, as disciples, naturally gave this opportunity to approach their idols to the children, and they each stepped aside.

Xiao Yu suddenly pushed Liao Heng's arm, raised his chin to signal him to look back: "Hey, isn't that your big boss?"

Liao Heng took a closer look, and it was indeed Rong Mo.In order to keep a low profile, he deliberately wore a casual shirt and jeans, and a baseball cap on his head. He sat in the last row and watched him laughing.

Liao Heng looked around, but no one paid attention to him, so he ran over and asked him, "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"Let me see you at work." Rong Mo smiled.

Liao Heng raised his eyebrows proudly: "How about it, isn't it handsome?"

"Well, he's very handsome, and very powerful." Rong Mo teased, "The top students in the history department really have a reputation for nothing."

"That's necessary." Liao Heng asked with a smile, "Do you admire me?"

"Yes." Rong Mo stood up and kissed his face, "Teacher Liao is very powerful, I admire him very much."

Liao Heng blushed, coughed twice, pulled him outside, and muttered: "Is there a rule for flirting with the teacher in public!"

Rong Mo followed him out with a smile, leaving behind the girls who had just discovered the gossip.

Satisfied, Liao Heng felt sorry, so he decided to take the initiative, and asked Rong Mo if there was anything special about him.

Rong Mo said: "What's so special about you? See people's eyes?"

"That doesn't count, I have a good eye for people!" Liao Heng vetoed, "Change to another one."

Rong Mo thought for a while, and said: "It's hard to say what is superior, but... there are still many things that are better than you."

When Liao Heng heard this, he immediately became angry: "Where?!"

Rong Mo, who is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, calligraphy and martial arts, let Liao Heng take a good look at his strength. Liao Heng was so angry that he complained to his manager on the phone: "How can there be such a crazy person in the world! Talented and beautiful Forget it, there is still money!"

Shen Yue couldn't help complaining: "There are too many people like this, who are you referring to?"

"Talk about myself!" Liao Heng snorted, and added, "How do you think I can beat a master?"

"Go and learn from a master who is more powerful than a master." Shen Yue understood: "Have you been abused by Rong Mo again?"

"..." Liao Heng hung up the phone decisively.

So he ran to the old house the next day to ask Mr. Rong for advice on how to play chess.

Liao Hang's go challenge will be given every few days. Director Rong expressed his heart: What about the sense of admiration?Why did it turn into a fight against disobedience? !

When will this funny brain circuit in my family be normal? !

My personal ambition

Liao Heng just came back from a foreign film festival, but he couldn't sleep on the plane, and he dragged Shen Yue to chat all the way. If it wasn't for Shen Yue who was on the verge of beating someone later, he was going to drag Shen Yue to play cards .

After getting off the plane, fans who heard the news from nowhere rushed up to take pictures and screamed. Liao Heng was so frightened that he froze for a few seconds before remembering to greet the fans with a smile. Shen Yue comforted the fans together. Difficult to go to the exit.

After a while, the driver stood at the door and waved to them.

Liao Heng signed a circle with a good temper, and the fans were very satisfied. They wanted to ask for a hug by the way, but Liao Heng had serious dark circles under his eyes, so everyone had no choice but to reluctantly watch them get in the car and go away. show off.

As soon as he got into the car, Liao Heng leaned on the back seat and let out a long sigh of relief: "I'm surprised, why are they so well informed..."

"The film festival is over, you must return to China immediately, how hard can it be to check the flight time?" Shen Yue sat in the passenger seat with a tired face, and asked casually: "Where is your domineering president?"

Liao Heng replied weakly: "Business trip."

"Pfft." Shen Yue smiled unkindly, "You said, one of you is always filming, the other is always on business trips, can you get together for half a year a year?"

"This is the cruelty of a popular film star and a domineering president..." Liao Heng lamented, "Two busy people, their lives are like living apart. Fortunately, you two are good, see you at work, see you after work, see you after work See you at work."

Shen Yue didn't bother, but asked, "Didn't you finish your doctorate? Are you going to stay in school or not?"

"If you're so busy, why stay at school?" Liao Hang's voice was muffled under his hat, "Is it better to go to school or not?"

Shen Yue was keenly aware of the depression in his words, and asked seriously: "Liao Heng, what's the matter with you and Rong Mo?"

Liao Hang was silent for a while, and then said: "Because there are some differences on the issue of staying in school."

"how?"

"He wants me to stay in school. It's easier. If you want to film, you can go if you have time like now. If you don't have time, forget it." Liao Heng took off his hat, sat up straight and said, "Personally... I prefer filming , It’s fine if you stay in school, it’s not suitable for me to publish papers and review titles, so if I stay in school, am I looking for something for myself?”

"But don't you like to engage in academics?" Shen Yue frowned, "Director Rong is also here to let you do what you like with peace of mind."

"I really like acting too." Liao Heng said very calmly, "Besides, I'm used to it, how can I put aside my identity as an actor and become a low-key teacher of the people."

Shen Yue wanted to say something, but the phone rang, so Shen Yue took back what he wanted to say, and while taking out the phone, he instructed: "You two should discuss your own affairs."

"En." Liao Heng didn't say much, and looked out the window in silence.

It was already noon when I got home, and there were only fresh fruits in the refrigerator. It seemed that Rong Mo had never been back, otherwise there must be vegetables in the refrigerator.

Rong Yan is now in elementary school, and her grandparents will carry the magnetic card. Liao Hang and Rong Mo have traveled too frequently in recent years, and the family members are worried about letting Rong Yan take care of them.

Rong Mo is fine. He works in this city. If he has no entertainment or business trips, he will go home directly to accompany his daughter. However, Liao Heng flies all over the country. He and Xi Jinzhi have started to work in the international entertainment industry, especially in the past year, he has been flying all over the world, whether it is filming or endorsement, he is too busy to touch the ground, and it is difficult for him to go home for a rest. He rushed into the study to gnaw literature and write papers.

Even Rong Yan occasionally complained a little: "I'm so busy, I don't have time to play with me."

Liao Heng was helpless, but he could only apologize.

In the past few years, his career has been on the rise, and his love, study, career, and family have a good harvest, and sometimes he wakes up with a smile in his dreams.But after waking up, I felt empty again.He is still unable to adapt to the rhythm of life of the Rong family, and he always has the feeling of being outside of this big family.

He told Shen Yue about this idea, but Shen Yue didn't answer his doubts directly, but said: "Is someone embarrassing you?"

"No."

"That's it, what should you do, what do you think about so much?"

Liao Heng didn't dare to say any more.

It's just faint, there are always moments when I feel like I'm left in an independent space by Rong Mo, and what I see, hear, and feel are all selected by Rong Mo and displayed in front of me, with a certain A whitewashed illusion of warmth.

Liao Heng also wanted to ask Shen Chong, but when he thought of the other party's unpredictable thoughts like Rong Mo, he gave up the idea of ​​asking for help.

As for Rong Tuo?The only person in this family who is more dull than him has anything to ask!

The more he thought about it, the more confused his mind became. Liao Heng put all these aside, ordered takeaway, and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath to relieve the fatigue of the long-distance travel.

Unable to fall asleep for a while, he flipped out the script in the suitcase and read it.Shen Yue helped him pick up a fantasy blockbuster that big names from many countries were going to set. He and Xi Jinzhi both had roles in it. The script was given to him before boarding the plane, so he had to prepare well.

The film will be one of his major projects next year, and it's not for nothing.

Fortunately, both he and Xi Jinzhi have a good English level, and there is no pressure even when faced with an all-English script.Then he wrote a doctoral dissertation and checked the literature. The sequelae were still there, and he fell asleep lying on the bed within half an hour after watching a large English film.

It was dusk when Rong Mo came back, he knew Liao Heng had come back when he saw the shoes in the entrance.

He put away his coat and briefcase and looked around the house until he found someone on the big bed in the bedroom.

The curtains in the room were drawn so tight that no light could come through.

Liao Heng is a full-fledged otaku, and he likes the room to be completely dark, so when there is no one, he will close the curtains and live in the room for a long time.

Rong Mo took off his tie, slowly approached the bed, leaned over and kissed Liao Hang's lips.

Liao Heng went abroad a week ago. He was on a business trip half a month ago, so the two haven't seen each other for almost half a month.

Xiao Biesheng is newly married. The frequency of their little separation every year is a bit too high. He is very irritable due to busy work and love. A lot more impatient.

Especially every time they reunited and saw Liao Heng.

Liao Hang didn't notice his kiss, and fell asleep in a fixed position.

Rong Mo helped him put away the script in his hand, glanced at the cover, and suddenly stopped.

He stood up, flipped through the script, thought for a while, and turned to look at Liao Heng's suitcase spread on the floor. As expected, besides clothes and daily necessities, there were scripts, trophies and books.

The trophy is made of crystal with a unique shape, and the best actor honor is printed in English.

In the past few years, Liao Heng has made few plays, but all of them are high-quality goods. He has won many awards, big and small, his fame has risen, his career has prospered, and there are countless endorsements and invitations. Apart from still not participating in variety shows, he has already It counts as success and fame.

Rong Mo likes him very much. He freely releases the complicated emotions in his heart in front of the camera, which touches people's hearts and is dazzling.And behind the scenes, Liao Heng is still the one who gives