It's not your turn to break up

Seeing Yu Ran standing behind him in the mirror, Jing Mo was startled, when did he come and why did he stand silently.A trace of displeasure flashed in Jing Mo's eyes, so fast that no one caught it.

"Brother Jing." Yu Ran's expression changed the moment he saw Jing Mo open his eyes, he squeezed himself out and practiced countless times in front of the mirror, even the corners of his mouth curved to a deliberate design.

"En." Jing Mo replied, he sat up straight, and calmly arranged his slightly messy clothes.

"The last time I wanted to invite you to dinner, you didn't go." His big crystal and shining eyes were about to be fogged, and he looked sad. You have a meal together."

"Didn't you eat it every day in the crew?" Jing Mo didn't respond to his sadness, he said, "If you say that, they will be very sad when they hear it."

"I'm just telling the truth." Yu Ran twisted her fingers uneasily, her eyes turned around, falling on the make-up artist and stylist in the room from time to time.

They also saw Yu Ran's hint, the make-up artist and stylist exchanged a look, packing up their things, looking like they were about to leave.

"Where's Gu Mingming?" Jing Mo looked around and didn't see the person he wanted to see, and suddenly said this.

The make-up artist said uncertainly: "I went to send Brother Qiu off and haven't come back yet?"

The stylist didn't understand what was going on, so he quickly stood up and asked him, "What's the matter, Brother Jing, what's the matter, do you want some water, or do you need something, it's the same as telling me."

Jing Mo shook his head, "Forget it."

Seeing that the two of them were about to go out after packing their things, Jing Mo called them back, "Do your hair again."

The stylist didn't know, so I was taken aback, and tentatively asked, "Do you want to change the look?" The looks in the play are all designed, and a lot of shots have been taken, and it's not time to change the look yet. He can't change it at will, he can't be the master.

"No, the hairstyle is a bit messy, let's do it again." Jing Mo said indifferently.

The stylist stared at his obviously meticulous hairstyle, and was stunned for a moment, then realized that Jing Mo didn't want them to go out, he didn't want to be alone in the same room with Yu Ran, he wanted to avoid suspicion.That’s right, after all, the crew has a lot of people with mixed eyes and mixed mouths. Don’t say that it’s hard to say what happens, even if it doesn’t happen, it’s hard to explain clearly when others see it. If you don’t explain it, it will spread the nose and eyes. Explain It's just a cover up.

Yu Ran saw that Jing Mo was unusual at first glance, the target Wang Zhongqiu was still on the set, if this was passed on to Wang Zhongqiu by someone with a heart, maybe what would happen.

The stylist winked at the makeup artist. The makeup artist put down the things in his hand and went to sit on the sofa next to him to play with his mobile phone. The stylist went to Jing Mo's side and fixed his hair in front of the mirror. It was actually not good. Make it, but just mess it up casually, tidy it up after it's messed up, mess it up after it's sorted out, it's not intentional to procrastinate for time.

Jing Mo indifferently looked at the stylist's busy hands on his head in the mirror, but thought in his heart why Gu Mingming hadn't come back yet, and asked him to send Xiaoqiu back to the hotel, but didn't he send him back to City A? Did it take so long?On the way back, did he know to buy a cup of milk tea for Xiao Qiu? Xiao Qiu seems to like drinking that milk tea.

"Usually I don't tell you to come out. Did I do something wrong to make you unhappy? If I don't do something well, just tell me and I will change it." Yu Ran said.

Jing Mo was so excited by Yu Ran's "you" one by one, it's all the same.

"No, you misunderstood, I really have something to do and I can't get away." Jing Mo said, "And you've been talking about it." What does it have to do with me? Don't treat yourself as an outsider at all, are young people nowadays talking so sticky?

Yu Ran let out a long sigh of relief, held his mouth shut, and forced a smile, "Brother Jing, you are my idol, and I always look up to you. You don't know how afraid I am that you hate me."

"Don't, don't." Jing Mo helped his forehead helplessly, "People like you think I'm bullying you."

The makeup artist and the stylist looked at each other, pretending they couldn't hear anything.It's really hard in the entertainment industry. If you don't want to listen to gossip, you will be forced to listen to it, alas.

"Brother Jing, you are just bullying me," his tone seemed to be coquettish, "I miss you every time, and I dare not say that you don't want to go, for fear that others will say that you are difficult to invite. They thought I did it on purpose Do not invite you, think that we are not compatible, the conscience of heaven and earth, how dare I?"

Jing Mo thought to himself, Ganqing, you are still thinking of me, you have taken into consideration what others think for me, you are really thoughtful, thank you.

"Okay, okay, can't I go?" Jing Mo really didn't want to hear him moaning there, and he might say something later, and if his little vinegar bag found out, it's time to quarrel with him again.

"Really, Brother Jing?" Yu Ran was overjoyed, his eyes sparkled, "You didn't lie to me, did you just perfunctory me?"

"So many people are watching, why should I lie to you?"

"Then we'll see you at night, Brother Jing." Yu Ran said happily, "You must bring Brother Qiu with you. I don't know if Brother Qiu has misunderstood me. I don't think he likes me very much. Look, I have to make amends to him."

Jing Mo waved his hands again and again, explaining for him, "No, don't think too much, Xiao Qiu is usually careless, straightforward, and says whatever he has, not against you, nor does he dislike you."

He can say that Xiaoqiu is narrow-minded, others say it is not okay, and his narrow-mindedness is only because he cares too much about himself, he is very good to others, Jing Mo has his own Wang Zhongqiu filter.

Yu Ran hated Jing Mo speaking for Wang Zhongqiu, and he still kept a smile on his face, "Then you must bring Brother Qiu here, lest those reporters write scribbles all day, saying that we are not compatible."

After filming in the evening, Jing Mo went back to the hotel and wanted to pick up Wang Zhongqiu to go to the hotel he had booked, but Wang Zhongqiu immediately replied two words: no.

"Why don't you go?" Jing Mo hugged him from behind, propped his chin on his shoulder, closed his eyes and sniffed the faint fragrance of his body.

"I don't want to go." Wang Zhongqiu stood in front of the table and peeled the apples. A long string of apple peels hung down. The connection was very strong, and there was no sign of breaking.

"Aren't you hungry?" Jing Mo opened his eyes and watched him peel the apples. His pair of delicate hands were white and slender, and they were peeling the apples flexibly. Such hands are most suitable for kissing and touching him one by one. "Is it at night?" Stolen snacks, huh?"

"I won't go if I'm hungry or not." Wang Zhongqiu stopped his movements for a while, and said honestly, "I don't want to see him."

"Why are you being misbehaving again?" Jing Mo let go of his holding hand, pulled his arm, and made him turn around to face himself, "Why do you react so violently when his name is mentioned, huh?" Jing Mo Mo scratched his nose, and said earnestly: "Why do you have the same knowledge as a child, how old are you, why are you angry with a child, are you ashamed?"

"You don't know that he wants to..." Wang Zhongqiu almost blurted out, you don't know that he wants to be with you, "Forget it, you don't understand." Wang Zhongqiu put the half-peeled apple back into the fruit plate, Fortunately, he still seriously peeled the apple and waited for him to come back to eat, what a fart.

"Why don't you peel it? Put half of it here and it will oxidize after a while. Isn't that a waste?" Jing Mo picked up the half-peeled apple and opened his mouth to take a bite.

"You don't care, I cut it, I'm happy."

The more Wang Zhongqiu looked at him, the more angry he became, he turned around and walked back, grabbed the apple he stuffed into his mouth, and threw it directly into the trash can.

"Don't eat it, hurry up and eat the big meal invited by your good brother, and don't touch my apple."

Jing Mo: "..."

Jing Mo: "You don't go here even if you are here, how can I explain to others."

Wang Zhongqiu shattered the jar, "Tell me how you like, and tell who you love."

"Are you sure you don't want to go? Everyone in the crew has gone, so don't say I'll leave you alone."

"You are not allowed to go either." Wang Zhongqiu was unreasonably unreasonable, tugging on Jing Mo's sleeve.

Jing Mo broke away from his hand, "I have been asked repeatedly, but I can't refuse to go every time, I have already agreed."

"I told you over and over again not to go, why didn't you agree to me?" Wang Zhongqiu stepped up stubbornly, unwilling to let go, "Are you watching people order food, is it because he is more important than me? .”

"How do you talk?" Jing Mo glared at him, "Who do you say is important?"

"Then don't go."

Jing Mo: "..."

The conversation is back to square one, with no compromises.

"Hurry up and go, don't chatter with me, I'm annoying you, I don't want to see you." Wang Zhongqiu slammed the bedroom door to protest.

"What do you want to eat, I'll bring you some when I come back at night." Jing Mo softened his voice, trying to coax him.