After wearing a book, he was picked up by his rival movie emperor

Typhoon day, Yuanlin Villa.

Song Linxi stood at the gate of the villa in the private area of ​​the villa, roaring in her heart like this eight-level typhoon.

At this moment, both he and the little Shiba Inu in his arms were drowned.According to the plan, what he had to do next was to ring the doorbell of the villa, borrow the bathroom pitifully, stay overnight with a headache, and "accidentally" go to the wrong door and sleep on the owner's bed in the middle of the night.

But before ringing the doorbell, Song Linxi looked back reluctantly at the windy and windy mountain road outside the yard, thinking again about the possibility of running back to the hotel room.

However, what responded to him was the sound of "click" a branch being torn off by the strong wind, and the trembling of the little Shiba Inu in his arms.

Song Linxi hugged the little Shiba Inu tightly, took another deep breath, and pressed the doorbell bravely.

"Duan, Mr. Duan, it's me...Song Linxi...I'm lost, can you let me in?"

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed firmly.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

Xu Shi stayed in the dark for a long time. As soon as he entered the villa, Song Linxi was blinded by the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the living room.

After his pupils adjusted to the light, he smelled a strong scent of men's perfume, turned around and saw two young men coming down the stairs.

The man in front wearing a high-end black nightgown was tall and had deep features. When he saw Song Linxi, he frowned.

"Song Linxi, what are you doing here? Why are you getting drenched like this?"

The man's neckline is open, revealing his strong lines.

Song Linxi quickly dodged her eyes and lowered her head awkwardly, only to realize that the rain on her body had already wet the carpet.

"I'm sorry... I don't know why I'm here..."

He really didn't know, he was here after his consciousness came back.

"Brother Duan, so you called someone tonight—" The handsome boy at the back walked down the stairs, took the arm of the person in front, and glanced at Song Linxi inexplicably, "Together?"

Song Linxi hugged Shiba Inu in a panic, and took a step back in fright: "No, no, no, I want to give Little Match a bath, so I won't bother you..."

"So Little Match is here with you?"

The eyes of the man in the black nightgown fell on the little Shiba Inu with its head drooping. Just as he was about to reach out to take it, he was caught by the slender white hand that was holding his arm.

"Hurry up, the guest bath is over there, I'll catch a cold soon." Before Song Linxi could take another step back, the handsome boy showed him the way.

Although she knew that it wasn't the owner of the villa, Song Linxi acted as if she had got her acquiesce, and ran towards the bathroom without looking back.

He locked the door, turned on the shower, and only slightly relaxed his tense nerves amidst the sound of rushing water.

The man in black nightgown outside is called Duan Yuan, he is the owner of this villa, and also his boss - the young master and new CEO of Tianman Entertainment.And he, Song Linxi, is now a small fan of Tianman Entertainment.

This is his identity in this novel.

He transmigrated into a book, and became the cannon fodder of the same name in a goofy entertainment web novel.

The protagonist Gong in the book is his boss Duan Yuan, and the protagonist Shou is Shen Muze, the new actor of the same company.They are childhood sweethearts, but now both parties have not seen their own intentions clearly, and Duan Yuan is in the stage of singing every night.

That pretty boy just now is the little internet celebrity that Duan Yuan found tonight. In the book, he doesn't even have a name. The author only writes about the male companions around Duan Yuan, until he finds out that his true love is actually his bamboo horse.

But the original owner wanted to intervene, even if he knew that the protagonist's offense was a match made in heaven, he still stalked Duan Yuan, tried his best to push him to the top, and finally ended up being blackmailed by the whole network.

But in the current plot, just after Duan Yuan's birthday, the whole company was invited to a private villa for the weekend, and the original owner took the opportunity to seduce the boss.

"Ah!"

Song Linxi, who was deep in thought, was startled by Little Match's sneeze, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly bathed the dog.

Little Matchstick is the protagonist's adopted dog. This time Duan Yuan invited the whole company to the private villa for his birthday, and he was brought here too.

Song Linxi didn't remember that the original owner brought the protagonist's dog with him when he came to the villa, but it didn't matter, he had to bathe the dog quickly, it was pitiful for the little thing to get wet in the rain with him.If it wasn't there just now, he wouldn't be able to get away.

"I have wronged you, Brother Chai."

Little Match was very good in the bath, Song Linxi washed him and dried him with almost no effort, and then carried it out of the bathroom.

The living room downstairs was empty, and after Little Match obediently jumped onto the sofa, Song Linxi went back to the bathroom with peace of mind.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he felt a little strange.His appearance has not changed, but this outfit is very uncomfortable.

The person in the mirror has colored contacts, heavy makeup, earrings and rings, and hair styled with bad-quality pomade.

Although his face was beautiful, after being in the rain for so long, his makeup was smeared and his hairstyle was messed up, making him miserable.Song Linxi sighed inwardly, as expected, the cannon fodder was not the author's own.

In reality, if he dressed like this, he would lose his job.

Before wearing a book, he was a chef, and he couldn't wear makeup and invisible makeup at work, let alone jewelry.

He reluctantly took off those awkward accessories and the colored contact lenses that made his eyes dry, and threw them directly into the trash can.Then he casually picked up the complete makeup remover set on the counter and washed his face.

After finally changing back to herself, Song Linxi stared blankly at the mirror for a while, and put her hand on her heart.In reality, he suffers from congenital heart disease. He just took a long-distance flight today, but he fell ill as soon as he got off the plane.Open your eyes again, it is the night of the typhoon.

When I came through, there was only a dog and a mobile phone of the original owner with me.Through the chat records on his mobile phone, he confirmed that he had transmigrated into the serial novel he read on the plane.

The little girl sitting next to him recommended him to read that book after seeing his boarding pass, saying that there was a character with the same name as him.To pass the long journey, he glanced briefly.

What kind of meddling, superiority, and blackmail on the Internet... He is neither interested nor cared about these things, but he remembers that the original owner of the book later caught up with a popular food show. There were world-class chefs on that show, and he could even eat at a Michelin restaurant. cooking.

Based on this alone, he wants to live a few more chapters in this book.

He went abroad with his mother when he was 12 years old. After his mother passed away, he worked as a chef in various restaurants. He won an international culinary award not long ago. His only wish is to return to his hometown to open a creative restaurant.

Although he is still not used to this status, he has saved his life after all, and he still has the opportunity to continue to pursue his dreams.

As long as he always remembers, stay away from the protagonist cp to keep safe.

It's this opening that's a bit tricky.

He is playing with fire now.Because according to the plot, the original owner went to the wrong room in the middle of the night, and he didn’t care that there was a little Internet celebrity in the room, so he fell into Duan Yuan’s arms, pretending to have a headache and being weak and unable to take care of himself, and asked someone to carry him back to the next room... and then put his strength in the room seduce.But Duan Yuan saw that he was sick, so he didn't do anything like a beast, so he put him down and left.

When the protagonist Shou came over the next day, the original owner deliberately came out wearing Duan Yuan's bathrobe, and said some sassy words like "Thank you Mr. Duan for taking me back to the room last night", and the protagonist Shou's heart fell from then on. Made a bad impression.

Song Linxi was thinking about the original plot while washing her hair. Although the Yuba was very warm, he still shuddered thinking of this bloody scene.He just can't do such a thing.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Linxi tiptoed out of the bathroom in her bathrobe.

The typhoon outside was still going on, and he definitely couldn't get away now, but he was also afraid of alarming the people upstairs, so he leaned on the sofa with Little Match, preparing to leave as soon as the typhoon stopped.

Little Match had already slept like a domineering pig, occupying most of the sofa, Song Linxi could only curl her legs and curl up beside her.

This position was not very comfortable, but he was too tired, he had been exposed to the rain just now, he had some headaches, and fell asleep after a while.

When Song Linxi woke up in the middle of the night, she felt that she was sweating all over, sticky and uncomfortable.He wanted to turn over, but he touched the thick quilt. He felt hot and heavy in a hazy state of consciousness, and kicked the quilt away...

Wait, quilt?There is a quilt on the sofa? !

Song Linxi opened her eyes suddenly, got up in surprise, and found herself lying on a big bed, still wearing a bathrobe.This time all the drowsiness was scared away, he hastily turned on the lamp on the bedside table, and found that he was the only one in the room, like a guest room... Judging from the decoration of this local tyrant, it should still be in Duan Yuan's villa.

Fuck!Did he sleepwalk?

Song Linxi, who was thinking about the possibility of sleepwalking, rubbed her hair with her hands, trying to recall what happened.He looked around the room, and finally his eyes fell on the Italian bedside table.

Next to the desk lamp are a temperature gun, a medicine box and a glass.The glass is empty, but the residue on the side of the glass shows that it was previously filled with a drink.Song Linxi reached out and took it over and smelled it. It smelled like granules.He picked up the medicine box and looked at it again, it was antipyretic granules.

He regained his composure, and the sweetness in his mouth told him that he drank the granule. He probably had a fever just now. After drinking the medicine, he sweated and the fever subsided.

After realizing this, he was wide awake.So he is not sleepwalking, who sleepwalking would take his own body temperature and make medicine for himself?

That would be even more terrifying... Could it be that Duan Yuan carried him up?But he didn't follow the plot line!He didn't try to seduce him, how could Duan Yuan take the initiative to find him?

But who would it be if it wasn't Duan Yuan?Could it be the little Internet celebrity who sent an "invitation" to him?

Thinking of this, Song Linxi's scalp became numb, and she immediately got up and looked out the window. It was not yet dawn, but the typhoon seemed to have stopped.

He wants to leave quickly.

But as soon as he got out of bed, he heard a soft rustling sound from outside the door.He was very sensitive to the movement at night since he was a child, and immediately recognized that it was a dog scratching at the door.

"Little matches?"

As soon as the door opened, Little Match straightened up and begged for a hug.

Song Linxi bent down and asked the dog in a low voice, "Why are you here too?"

"Ouch-"

Little Match seemed to want him to do something, biting his nightgown and going out the door.Song Linxi was afraid that Duan Yuan would be disturbed when it barked, so she hurriedly followed it out, and was dragged downstairs all the way.

After the little match stopped, he realized that the little guy was probably hungry, so he dragged him to the kitchen.Looking at the luxurious big kitchen in front of him, Song Linxi's eyes froze.

It was simply the most extravagant home kitchen he had ever seen.

LaCornueChateau French top kitchen set, black marble floor tiles and white marble bar, gold-plated ledges and crystal chandeliers on the ceiling, is simply the configuration of the royal kitchen.Best of all, the kitchen opens directly to a huge terrace with night views of the bay.

"I go……"

Song Linxi couldn't move her eyes away at all. He guessed that this kitchen package would not cost tens of millions, and lamented that the current author is just bloated.

As a result of his profession, he couldn't control his eager hands when he encountered a kitchen, especially such an expensive kitchen.

At this moment, Little Match showed a pitiful expression of waiting for food, Song Linxi convinced herself that the protagonist Gong shouldn't mind if he cooks food for the protagonist's pet.

"Brother Chai, wait, let me see what ingredients your father has here..."

Not daddy yet, but always will be.

He said that he had found fresh filet mignon from the refrigerator, which had less fat and was suitable for dogs.

The meat just out of the freezer cannot be put into the pan directly. He put the steak on the kitchen paper for a while, and studied the kitchen equipment carefully.

Expensive is really expensive, but a bit flashy.For example, the distance between the sink and the cabinet is unreasonable...

Seeing that Song Linxi wasn't preparing food, Little Match's stomach let out a rumbling sound, and she fell to the ground in aggrieved manner.

Song Linxi squatted down and comforted him, then started to fry steak for him.

He turned on the fire and poured the oil with familiar movements, put the steak into the pan, and stared at the pan with all his attention.

With the sound of "呲啦", the wilting little match jumped up and ran to Song Linxi's feet, wagging its tail and waiting.

Song Linxi has always been used to distinguishing the doneness by the smell. After the beef steak released the meaty aroma of heated protein, he was convinced that his absolute sense of taste was still there, and a relaxed smile unconsciously floated on the corner of his mouth.

In just a few minutes, the beef is out of the pan, and the aroma is overflowing.When cutting the steak into pieces, Song Linxi took a sip and judged herself.

"It's okay, but this olive oil is not suitable enough." He turned around holding the plate while talking to himself, "Brother Chai, eat..."

Before the words of meat could be spoken, the plate in his hand was almost knocked over.

A man stood outside the kitchen bar.