The protagonist wants to steal my script again

He has never had the habit of eating late-night snacks, but maybe because of his heavy workload recently, he felt hungry just at 09:30, so he opened the takeaway software and ordered a late-night snack, and sat on the sofa while waiting for the takeaway to be served. Zhou Lianrong sent a message.

An Minghui: Good evening, I saw something on Weibo just now, in view of your criminal record, I think I should come to comfort you a little

Zhou Lianrong: I'm sorry.I'll deal with those rumors.

An Minghui: I’ve said it all, I don’t care much about those things, besides, it’s you who will lose the most

An Minghui: You don't need to apologize for this matter. From my personal point of view, I should praise you instead.You listened to my advice carefully and didn't come to peek at me again, did you?

Zhou Lianrong: Even if I quit the entertainment circle, I can support you.

An Minghui: Before I am too old to walk, I should not need others to raise me, but you are very suitable for acting, I still hope that you can develop well

Zhou Lianrong: I can go to a foreign country and continue acting for you.

After all, he still couldn't get rid of the center of quitting the entertainment industry. An Minghui couldn't laugh or cry, and patiently continued to grind the veteran cadres who were particularly stubborn.

An Minghui: Alright, don't always think about how to get out of the circle, my Mr. Actor.As if I still want to continue to be a star, so you can come and accompany me, is that okay?

Zhou Lianrong:.

A full stop that makes people scratch their heads.But a sullen figure holding a mobile phone automatically appeared in his mind. It can only be said that Mr. Actor is really full of picture sense even a punctuation mark.

Amused by his own brain supply, An Minghui opened a book casually, chatting with Zhou Lianrong from time to time while reading, feeling that it had been a while since he had enjoyed such a leisurely rhythm.

The takeaway arrived quickly, and when he answered the phone call from the delivery guy, he was about to get up to open the door, but unexpectedly, the delivery guy on the other side lowered his voice and said to him like an enemy: "An Sir? I’m here to deliver food. I saw a man standing in front of your house. It’s a man wearing a mask and a hat. He doesn’t look like a good man. Please don’t come out. I’ll go to the security guard. .”

An Minghui: "..." Listening to the description, there is a very familiar feeling, "It's all right, don't worry, that should be my friend, please wait downstairs for a while, I'll take a look."

After hanging up the phone, he walked lightly to the door and put on his shoes. He looked out through the peephole, but he could only see darkness. He didn't know if it was because the other party blocked the peephole or because the light in the corridor was too dark.

After thinking about it, he lowered his head and sent another message.

An Minghui: Where are you now?If you can't sleep, would you like to have supper with me?I'm going to go to a barbecue stand outside my neighborhood

Zhou Lianrong: I'll go there now.

Almost at the same time he received the news, he saw through the cat's eyes that the voice-activated lights in the corridor were on, and quickly opened the door to stop the person who was about to go downstairs: "Why don't you wait for me to go together, Mr. Zhou? "

Mr. Zhou who was happily preparing to have supper with the little boy he likes: "!!!"

Zhou Lianrong died.

No, the previous line was just a joke.

Quickly grabbing Zhou Lianrong who wanted to run away immediately, An Minghui held the key in the other hand and pushed the door, and then took Zhou Lianrong downstairs to get takeaway: "Don't run on the stairs, the voice control lights on the first floor are broken , The consequences of falling down will be very serious.”

Mr. Zhou, who was caught, was holding one arm without daring to move, and the other hand was firmly pressing the mask on his face, as if as long as his face was not seen and his voice was not heard. It's the same as fooling yourself and others.

"I didn't go to see you..." Zhou Lianrong seemed to want to say that he didn't want to break the agreement with him, but when he said it, it felt like sophistry, so he shut his mouth and stopped talking.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for the long wait." Taking the takeaway from the still vigilant little brother, An Ming thanked the little brother with a dark smile, and then dragged Zhou Lianrong upstairs, who was still silent.

All the way into the room, Zhou Lianrong still maintained the action of holding down the mask. An Minghui only thought it was funny when he saw it: "Don't cover it, I have already recognized it anyway, come here, put Take off the mask and eat supper with me."

While talking, he helped Zhou Lianrong take off the hat on his head and put it aside, but the other party's hands were still covering both ends of the mask, so it was still a bit difficult to take off the mask.

But the current Teacher An is no longer the teacher who only knew the protagonist in the plot at the beginning. He now understands Zhou Lianrong's weakness very well, although to some extent it is the nature of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred. weakness.

He turned his head, leaned forward and planted an imperceptibly light kiss on his lips through the mask, which instantly disintegrated the last dying struggle of Mr. Actor.

Sometimes this kind of thing is so strange, obviously both of them are very embarrassed, but as long as one of them is more obvious, the other will feel much calmer.

An Minghui is like this now, at least compared to Zhou Lianrong who is too stiff to move, he can reach out and take off the other person's mask.

"There aren't too many businesses open at this time, so I bought some barbecue." He put the mask aside, turned his head to deal with the takeaway packaging, and didn't look at Zhou Lianrong's expression at this time, so as not to blush himself, " I bought quite a lot, can you see what you like to eat?"

Mr. Zhou, who has been on the regimen for 29 years, never eats late-night snacks or barbecues. Now sitting with An Minghui, he feels that everything on the table looks very appetizing, but he is speechless.

Mr. Zhou stood up with the help of the sofa, turned around and went into the toilet, and locked it.

An Minghui, who was left alone on the sofa, took this opportunity to pour himself a glass of water and drink it down. He had achieved the goal of reducing the heat on his face quickly, and tried his best not to be curious. Zhou Lianrong went to the toilet what to do here.

He covered his face weakly, really embarrassed to admit that this is the appearance of two men who are about to fall in love.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Lianrong still hadn't come out.

An Minghui walked to the door of the bathroom and knocked on the door: "Mr. Zhou? It's going to be cold if you don't come out for barbecue."

He felt that Zhou Lianrong was a strange person. Before, he was stalking and kissing forcefully, and he always seemed so calm. Now that he was the active party, he couldn't even resist the level of contact like a kiss on the cheek.

Slowly opened the door, when Zhou Lianrong walked out, the redness on his face hadn't subsided, but his eyes kept drifting to An Minghui: "I think—"

Obviously the next few words have not been spoken yet, but An Minghui quickly interrupted intuitively: "No."

"..." Zhou Lianrong's brows frowned all of a sudden, and those eyes that could interpret countless character expressions fixedly stared at An Minghui who was sitting back on the sofa, "You say that only lovers can kiss."

The implication is that since An Minghui took the initiative to kiss, shouldn't the two be considered lovers?

"Didn't you wear a mask just now?" An Minghui picked up a skewer of grilled squid and handed it to him, "So we didn't touch it."

Zhou Lianrong held a bunch of grilled squid with no expression on his face. After taking a bite, he felt that the squid that he thought was good before tasted bad at all, but he looked at the squid sitting next to him who was also eating barbecue. An Minghui couldn't help but bite down one bite after another.

I have never seen anyone eating a barbecue with a face that looks like a meeting. An Minghui took a picture with his mobile phone while smiling, and understood the feelings of those who like to play Weibo when they share new things, knowing that this may cause people to fall. But I still couldn't help asking for opinions: "Can I post a Weibo?"

Mr. Zhou, who has crossed the word principle out of his dictionary for a long time, of course has no objection.

An Yu Minghui V: Had supper with Mr. Zhou!Hahahahaha I have never seen such a serious eating barbecue [picture]

The first floor of the comment area: Is that you, Lao Zhou? Lao Zhou, is that you who must go to bed between ten o’clock and eleven o’clock if you don’t eat supper or barbecue? ?

"Okay, so why are you standing in front of my house at night?"

Unexpectedly, the account book was turned up, Zhou Lianrong was silent for a moment, and finally only replied with a sentence that he did not know how many times: "I'm sorry."

"I'm not blaming you, I just want to know why." He explained, "It's already very cold now, if I didn't find out, how long are you going to stand? Why are you standing there?"

"The sleeping pills are used up, and I haven't had time to buy new ones yet, so I can't fall asleep." Zhou Lianrong said in a low voice, not seeming to want An Minghui to know about it, "I want to see you, but you said I can't..."

"Sleeping pills? Are you taking sleeping pills?" Upon catching this word, An Minghui immediately asked, "Why do you need to take the medicine? I didn't remember that you took sleeping pills when you recorded variety shows and slept in the same room."

Swallowing the last bite of grilled squid, Zhou Lianrong replied: "If I can't see you, I will be very irritable, so I can't sleep." But he promised not to do it like before, so he can only use sleeping pills instead.

Without the effect of the medicine, and unable to look at An Minghui, he was so bored that he was restless, and finally couldn't help but drive over here, even if he was just standing outside the door alone, as long as he knew that An Minghui was there Behind him, he still felt at ease.

"Don't take sleeping pills in the future. If you have insomnia, you can make a video call with me to chat before going to bed. If you can't, it doesn't matter if you just knock on the door to find me. In short, you can't take medicine anymore."

Of course, Zhou Lianrong wanted this kind of treatment very much, but he still seemed to have some concerns, and after thinking about it, he said bluntly: "If Ren Jing always brings you trouble, you will be angry."

"If you continue to use sleeping pills, I will indeed be angry." An Minghui nodded, threatening people solemnly, "If I am angry, I will not want to see you, so if you want to see me in the future, you have to tell me directly. I am not Little girl, even if you come to me late at night, there is nothing to shy away from."

"It's a great honor to be liked by you. I won't be angry because of a little thing, but health is not a small thing."

The author has something to say: Lao Zhou's work diary:

Thankfully, he wasn't angry.

I regret it, I should have torn off the mask at that time.

He said to me: My Mr. Actor

mine, mine, mine, mine...

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