Pillow people and dignitaries

Mu Zeqiao didn't dare to drink too much. There is still a scene to be filmed tomorrow. If he drank too much, he would have a headache the next day and his acting skills would be affected.

Fu Junchi hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol, and Song Simin was the one who drank the most.

Song Simin kept drinking with a sullen face from the beginning to the end, his usual gentleness could not be seen at this moment.

Yao Bin got a little drunk, leaned on Jiao Huan's shoulder, and kept shouting, "Boss Jiao...boss Jiao...boss Jiao...I want...to drink pork rib soup..."

Jiao Huan smiled shyly, pampering Yao Bin who was wrapped around his waist like an octopus, poured a glass of water, and brought it to Yao Bin's mouth, "Drink a little."

The drunk Yao Bin didn't have his usual unscrupulous appearance, he lowered his head obediently and finished the glass of water.

Fu Junchi found a substitute driver for them, and sent them to the car with Mu Zeqiao.

"We can get together again next time we have a chance."

Mu Zeqiao said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, a coat was put on his shoulders.

Fu Junchi rubbed his hair, his voice was not as indifferent as usual, "Yeah."

"Brother Fu still likes to mess up my hairstyle just like when I was a child." Mu Zeqiao put on Fu Junchi's suit jacket and rolled up the wide cuffs, "Why..."

Mu Zeqiao stopped talking.

Because he found that Fu Junchi was looking at him very intently and listening to him very seriously.

Although it was an ordinary expression, Mu Zeqiao's mind inexplicably appeared the scene of that morning. Fu Junchi sat up from the edge of the bed, put his fingertips on the collar, unbuttoned a button, and tugged at the neckline.

And that picture full of male hormones...

Mu Zeqiao turned his face away, and changed the subject unnaturally, "There is still filming tomorrow, so hurry back."

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Fu Junchi sent Mu Zeqiao to the hotel. Mu Zeqiao was worried that Fu Junchi would rush back again, so he simply stayed Fu Junchi in the hotel for one night.

It takes Fu Jun an hour to go back late, and he has to rush back to the set early in the morning. It takes two hours to come and go. It's better to be here with him and have more time to rest.

There is only one bed, if Fu Junchi minds, then Mu Zeqiao will go to the sofa for the night.

After Mu Zeqiao came out early after washing, there was an extra cup of hot milk on the bedside table. He went out with the milk and found that the light in the living room had been turned off.Fu Junchi lay on the sofa on his side, his long legs curled up in the sofa in aggrieved state, his arms resting on his head, as if he would fall to the ground if he turned over slightly.

The sofa was too small, and Fu Junchi couldn't stretch his limbs.

Mu Zeqiao walked to Fu Junchi's side, bent down and called a few times softly, Fu Junchi frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Brother Fu, go to bed." Mu Zeqiao was wearing a nightgown, holding the cup with one hand, "Spine will hurt the next day after falling asleep like this."

"fine."

Fu Junchi is sometimes inexplicably stubborn.

"Then I'll sleep in the living room too."

Mu Zeqiao's temper became even more stubborn.

Fu Junchi supported the sofa to get up, Mu Zeqiao thought it was because of Fu Junchi's obsession with cleanliness, and said again: "Brother Fu, if I can't, I will sleep on the sofa. I am small and can lie down on the sofa."

"Have you changed the sheets?" Fu Junchi stood up, and frowned slightly when he heard Mu Zeqiao say that he was going to sleep on the sofa.

"I had a fever and sweated a few days ago, and I have changed the sheets and quilts. Do I need to change them to clean ones?"

Mu Zeqiao followed Fu Junchi into the bedroom, raised his head and sipped the hot milk in his hand, waiting for Fu Junchi to speak.

"Need not."

"?"

"I don't like to use things that outsiders have touched."

outsider?

Mu Zeqiao thought about it carefully, and remembered the time when Lu Cheng came over.

He smiled helplessly, so it was because of this.

Fu Junchi doesn't like staying in hotels, mostly because of his own cleanliness, unless he has no choice, Fu Junchi will live in hotels.

There was only one quilt on the bed, and Mu Zeqiao planned to spend the night on the sofa, but Fu Junchi called him to stop him dissatisfied.

In the end, the two of them still slept on the same bed, covered with the same quilt. The bed was big and the quilt was also big. Mu Zeqiao slept on one side of the bed, and Fu Junchi slept on the other side of the bed.

Because of drinking some wine, Mu Zeqiao fell asleep after a while.

In the room without lights, Fu Junchi opened his eyes and moved towards Mu Zeqiao.

Mu Zeqiao huddled beside the bed in an extremely insecure posture.

Fu Junchi moved the quilt to Mu Zeqiao's direction, in case his arms or legs were exposed outside at night and he would catch a cold.

Under the quilt, Fu Junchi's arm was across Mu Zeqiao's waist, but he didn't know whether to put it down or not.

The slender fingers stretched slowly, and then gradually curled up.

Fu Junchi wanted to hug Mu Zeqiao, but he didn't dare.

It was late at night, he took a deep breath, gently, very lightly, put his arm on Mu Zeqiao's waist, and took Mu Zeqiao into his arms like a treasure.

A good night's sleep.

When Mu Zeqiao woke up the next day, Fu Junchi had already gone to the bathroom to wash up.

Since entering the group, Mu Zeqiao will go to morning exercises every day, and then enter the group after morning exercises.

And Fu Junchi always accompanies him to do morning exercises.

Two weeks after signing the divorce agreement with Lu Cheng, Mu Zeqiao specially asked the director for half a day off.

The director of "Hours of Light 2" Chen Kuisong is very strict with the shooting, he doesn't like young actors like Mu Zeqiao very much, because many actors nowadays can't afford the hardship of filming, especially some like Mu Zeqiao An actor who deserves good looks will inevitably feel a little arrogant in his heart, and his acting skills may not be so up to standard.

To put it simply, I don't know much about anything, and I have a lot of shit.

After these days of filming, Chen Jusong's impression of Mu Zeqiao has completely changed. In fact, when Chen Jusong looked at Mu Zeqiao squarely for the first time, his thoughts were a little different.

A person's eyes can hide many things, such as the road he has traveled and the things he has experienced.

Occasionally, Mu Zeqiao couldn't pass the scene on the set, and Chen Jusong would scold a few words angrily, but Mu Zeqiao listened carefully every time, and when the next time the filming started, he would incorporate all his suggestions into the scene , and then put in some of my own understanding of the play.

Director Chen Kuisong has a very hot temper, but the films directed by him are never bad.

Mu Zeqiao has already passed the hurdle of being affected by emotions. He knows that his current ability is not enough. He has too little acting experience and too few movies.He needs someone to point him out, to spot his mistakes, and then to correct them again.

Chen Jusong is the director. He has seen many actors and has sharp eyes. Every time he scolds his mistakes, Mu Zeqiao listens, remembers, and then thinks about how to make changes.

Mu Zeqiao didn't have many plays in the morning, so he could move it to the afternoon, so Chen Jusong let Mu Zeqiao go.

"Ozawa... the company is quite busy these days... I forgot to call you." Lu Cheng rubbed his brows and said in a low voice.

Mu Zeqiao saw the light blue circle in Lu Cheng's eyes, and saw Lu Cheng's hair that he had not come to take care of, his eyes darkened.

Things seem to be going differently.

In his previous life, Lu Cheng was doing well at this time, he had a gentle and considerate lover outside, and his company jumped into the top [-] famous companies. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to be so tired.

Unless something happened to the Lu family?

But he remembered that in his previous life, nothing major had happened to the Lu family at this time.

"What's the matter?" Mu Zeqiao asked with concern: "Pay attention to your body, don't be in a hurry, you can come to me when you are not busy, or come back to Shaozhou to see you after I finish filming."

Mu Zeqiao made himself look down and not care about the divorce agreement so that Lu Cheng would not suspect him.

"This is the cheese eel fried rice ordered by the two of you."

A familiar voice sounded above Mu Zeqiao's head. Mu Zeqiao raised his head slightly and saw a pair of gentle eyes.

It's Jiao Huan.

Mu Zeqiao smiled at him, "Thank you."

Yaobin's group likes to call him Boss Jiao Huanjiao because Jiao Huan owns a Japanese restaurant and is both a boss and a chef.

Lu Cheng's company has had some problems recently. Two projects were inexplicably robbed. Several companies that have cooperated with them for several years want to switch to other companies.

"It's not a big deal...it's just that I miss you too much."

After returning home, Cheng Lu seriously thought about the issue of divorce. As long as the divorce is not made public, then he is willing to leave.

He also wants to get back the passion that fell in love with the canary in the first place.

He still remembered the 17-year-old Mu Zeqiao, standing in an extremely dazzling place, as soon as he saw this boy, his love would surge wildly.

He wants to pursue this boy again, regain the passion of the past, walk into the palace of marriage together, exchange rings in front of all relatives and friends, and swear oaths to each other under the blessing of the priest.

When Mu Zeqiao wrote the last stroke of his name in the divorce agreement, his eyes suddenly became sore, and the tip of the pen was still trembling after he wrote it.

He didn't expect that it was so simple, so simple to divorce Lu Cheng.

He suddenly didn't understand why he had to quarrel with Lu Cheng in his previous life, and he was exhausted physically and mentally.

Two names were signed in black and white, one was Lu Cheng and the other was Mu Zeqiao.

Lu Cheng is still fantasizing about pursuing Mu Zeqiao again, using the same means as before?Or start a more passionate pursuit?

But he didn't know that such an ordinary day was also the end between them.

Nothing can threaten Mu Zeqiao anymore, nothing can make Mu Zeqiao worry anymore.

Lu Cheng believed too much in Mu Zeqiao's love for him.

The 23-year-old Mu Zeqiao really loves Lu Cheng very much, but he is not, he is not the 23-year-old Mu Zeqiao, but Lu Cheng is still the 28-year-old Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng taught Mu Zeqiao many principles of getting along with friends, and also taught Mu Zeqiao how to stop loving him with facts.

"Ozawa, when will the movie you make be finished?"

Lu Chengwen asked in a low voice.

In the past few days, Lu Cheng worked overtime every day to deal with the company's affairs, and his head hurt from handling them, and he didn't have much time to learn about Mu Zeqiao's current situation.

He thought that Mu Zeqiao returned to Yuncheng because he was angry with him, and that Mu Zeqiao went to film to deliberately annoy him.

So he was not angry, but went to support him.

He neither asked nor mentioned.

In this way, Mu Zeqiao will naturally understand his tenderness.

Besides, Lu Cheng didn't think that Mu Zeqiao could receive any drama after he had been out of action for so long.

That day, when Lu Cheng returned from the hotel where Mu Zeqiao was staying, he happened to meet an actor from their crew in the elevator, and he learned from the actor that Mu Zeqiao was only playing the second male role.

He didn't take this matter to heart, he was just a supporting role, so it's better to find him, he directly invested in a play and let his Ozawa play the leading role.

"One or two..."

Lu Cheng's cell phone rang untimely, he glanced at the caller ID on the screen, and hung up directly.

"It's probably the company's mess." Lu Cheng frowned, "It's only been a long time since I came to remind you again..."

Mu Zeqiao looked at him with a calm voice, slightly hooked his lips, and said word by word: "Is it Mr. Fang?"

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Greasy Lu slag man, vomit~