The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Getting up from the bed at four o'clock in the morning, An Minghui changed into clothes that were easy to move after hastily washing up, carefully put on a peaked cap and a mask, packed the blinding love letter, and went out.

In the very faint light of the early morning, he walked along the road for more than ten minutes before finally stopping a taxi and driving all the way to the outskirts of the city.

Maybe it's for peace of mind, Zhou Lianrong didn't live in a high-end villa area with many celebrities in the city, but bought a small villa in the suburbs. Although the distance is far away, it also greatly facilitates An Minghui ——If it weren't for this, he really didn't know how to sneak into the villa area with an extremely strict security system.

In fact, even a relatively ordinary villa area still needs to swipe the card or be confirmed by the owner to enter, so An Minghui followed the original owner's method, stepping on a big rock and climbing over the wall to enter.

He took out the mask in his pocket and put it on, and adjusted the hat on his head. After making sure that others would not be able to see his face clearly unless he got too close, An Minghui took a deep breath and followed the path in his memory. The route found the villa where Zhou Lianrong lived.

Zhou Lianrong went out for a morning run every morning at 05:30. An Minghui was delayed a little because he was not familiar with the business. Just a simple warm up.

Cautiously hiding behind a few trees, An Minghui's nervousness rose to the highest point, and he even tried to breathe lightly.

After waiting quietly for a while, he realized that he was actually here to secretly take photos of his idol, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of Zhou Lianrong absent-mindedly. It just looks good.

Even if it's just an ordinary photo without any special effects, it can be seen that the proportion of the person in the photo is excellent. Although there is no expression on the face, this does not destroy the perfection of the facial features in the slightest.

Before he could take a few photos, Zhou Lianrong had already finished warming up and walked to the stone road for people to walk on, ready to start jogging.

Seeing that the other party was going out, An Minghui quickly put away his mobile phone, and when the other party turned to leave, he sneaked up and stuffed the envelope through the crack of the door, and then hurriedly followed Zhou Lianrong out.

Just started running, Zhou Lianrong's pace is not fast, and he followed the protagonist fairly easily, but he still couldn't help beating the drums in his heart, questioning whether he didn't need to follow the protagonist strictly according to the original owner's habit?Even if it is to complete the task of being a villain, it is enough to just follow up once in a while and not miss those important events, right?

But I don't know how far I can go so that I won't be judged as deliberately evading the task.

It's nothing more than a battle between heaven and man.

Too much entanglement in his heart, An Minghui didn't pay much attention to Zhou Lianrong's gradually accelerating speed, he just followed behind absent-mindedly, keeping a close distance, so when the other party suddenly stopped, turned around and looked straight at him , and frowned and asked "Are you following me?", almost terrified.

The original owner was not discovered when he was doing this!

Almost immediately, he realized that his tracking skills were too poor, and An Minghui didn't have time to think about it. He just pressed the hat on his head reflexively, turned and ran.

When he heard the sound of chasing behind him, he really wanted to die.

Zhou Lianrong has always been the best at martial arts scenes. In terms of physical strength, he is probably better than two or three of him. He is also too rigorous and serious. He also sneaked into the villa area by climbing over the wall. If he is caught, he will probably be a day trip to the police station. .

Hearing the approaching footsteps behind him, An Minghui gritted his teeth and jumped into the artificial lake next to him. While congratulating himself that his water skills were not bad, he prayed that the respectable Mr. Film King would not chase him down again.

Zhou Lianrong watched the unknown stalker in front jump into the lake, and ran to the lake without much hesitation, but when he was about to jump into the water, he stepped on a slippery piece of moss and twisted his ankle slightly.After entering the water, he moved a little bit and felt that there was no problem, so he quickly swam to the person in front.

When An Minghui had just swam a certain distance and heard the sound of heavy objects falling into the water behind him, his heart was completely chilled.

Mr. Actor is even more stubborn than he imagined.

Gritting his teeth and swimming towards the opposite bank quickly, An Minghui heard another sound of water behind him gradually moving away from him, thinking that Zhou Lianrong was not good at swimming, and suddenly felt like he was alive after a catastrophe.

It wasn't until he vaguely heard a few distressed coughs that he realized that something was wrong.

Looking back, An Minghui saw Zhou Lianrong struggling in a rather embarrassing place not far from the center of the lake. His expression looked a little painful, obviously drowning.

—You can’t swim and you still jumped down to chase me? !

Except for the flash of such a thought, he didn't bother to think about it, and quickly turned around and swam back quickly.

But he found out too late. At this time, there was already a long distance between him and Zhou Lianrong. This distance may not be a big deal on land, but it is very deadly in water, especially when he sees Zhou Lianrong. The weaker his struggle became, the more anxious he became.

"Zhou Lianrong! Hold on, don't let yourself sink!"

The other party probably couldn't hear his voice clearly, and before he arrived, he had already sunk into the water little by little, and finally there was no one on the water at all.

An Minghui was really scared to death by him, and immediately plunged into the water, forcing himself to open his stinging eyes in the water, and quickly swam towards Zhou Lianrong who was still sinking, grabbing the other side's lapel People brought it to the surface.

"Zhou Lianrong, wake up, can you hear me?"

Anxiously leading the unconscious person to swim to the shore, An Minghui looked around, but he couldn't see anyone around. He couldn't even ask for help, so he could only clenched his teeth and swam desperately toward the lake shore.

After exhausting himself, he finally landed on the shore. An Minghui quickly asked someone to lie prone on his lap and pat the other person's back. After watching Zhou Lianrong cough up the water, he quickly turned him over and lay down on his back. , slightly tested the already weak heartbeat of the other party, threw away the mask and quickly lowered his head to perform artificial respiration, and continued to press Zhou Lianrong's heart and lungs with his hands.

He knew that the artificial respiration could not be interrupted, and he was prepared to stay here until someone passed by, but he didn't know whether it was because the protagonist's luck was always extraordinarily good or his rescue was more timely. Only ten minutes later, he She saw Zhou Lianrong suddenly opened her eyes.

How to describe that scene?Anyway, An Minghui himself felt particularly embarrassed, probably because Zhou Lianrong's eyes were too startled.

"How do you feel? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

After being silent for a while, Zhou Lianrong sat up with support, and replied in a low voice: "It's okay."

"Drowning is not a trivial matter. You should go to the hospital for an examination. You don't have to worry about me running away. You've seen my face anyway, right?" on wet-stained lips.

He felt that he was a bit guilty today. It was a small thing that almost killed a person, and it may have left a deep psychological shadow on the other party. Some people will inevitably find it unacceptable in retrospect.

"No need." Zhou Lianrong refused coldly, "I won't pursue today's matter, you can go."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Lianrong was the first to plan to stand up, but fell back to the original place just as his ankle had just exerted strength.

Following this movement, An Minghui noticed Zhou Lianrong's swollen ankle at some point: "Your ankle is sprained, don't move it for now, I will carry you back. Don't get angry now, after you go back you will Call the police or scold me, I admit it, okay?"

Zhou Lianrong didn't speak, but he didn't reject his proposal again.

Carrying the wounded actor on his back, An Minghui almost lost half his life the moment he stood up.Zhou Lianrong was taller than him, and his muscle rate was much higher than him. In addition, after tossing and tossing for so long, his physical strength was completely exhausted, so he was almost crushed to the ground.

Fearing that something would happen to Zhou Lianrong if he accidentally fell, he instructed while walking, "Hold my neck."

Maybe it was because he was too tired, An Minghui felt that Zhou Lianrong rested his forehead on his shoulder blades, and he could feel the abnormal heat through the drenched clothes, so he couldn't help frowning worriedly : "Do you have a little fever? Is there any medicine at home?"

Zhou Lianrong didn't reply, he didn't know if he just didn't want to talk or he had already regarded him as a pervert.

——Ah, I almost forgot that I had to be a pervert in the first place.

Using Zhou Lianrong's key to open the door, An Minghui put the person on the sofa, and after asking the owner's permission, he went into the bedroom and took out a set of clean pajamas and underwear to help Zhou Lianrong, who was temporarily handicapped, change and then went to the bedroom. He rummaged through the refrigerator to find ice cubes, packed ice packs and handed them over to the other party, while he went into the kitchen and continued to work.

Seeing An Minghui busy in the kitchen with his wet clothes on, Zhou Lianrong couldn't help frowning, and said, "Your clothes..."

"Huh?" Almost forgetting that he was still wet, An Minghui looked down and replied indifferently, "It's okay, I usually don't catch cold easily, just apply it for a while, and I'll cook a bowl of porridge for you Just go, remember to take some medicine if you still have a fever."

While talking, he didn't adjust the water temperature properly while washing the rice, and was caught off guard by the hot water from the faucet scalding his fingertips, so he carefully adjusted the water temperature while blowing on his slightly red fingers.

Zhou Lianrong saw An Minghui blowing on his fingers through the glass door of the kitchen, and couldn't help but recall the soft touch of his lips when he regained consciousness just now. It suddenly became hot, making his fingers tremble, and the bag fell to the ground.

Subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips. After realizing his actions, his face flushed suddenly, and he bent down to pick up the ice pack that fell on the ground. With restraint, I felt that I could still taste the sweetness left on my lips when I licked it lightly just now.

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

met a very strange person

He is sweet, a bit like the milk sugar I ate when I was a child, and a bit like a sponge cake

Seems like a good guy in the general sense, why would he do such a thing?