Trajectory 2: entangled curves

Zhuge Qinuo lowered his head and smiled: "It's a feeling. Aloofness under the politeness. I thought it was his character at first, but it seems not to be. I don't know what I did wrong that he liked."

"Do you care about what he thinks?" Mi Bei asked cautiously.

Zhuge Qinuo: "I can't say I care about his opinion. I just think he is a good person, and I just want to have a correct image in the eyes of a good person. Of course, this is just my opinion. I can't force others to think what they think."

Mibei: “So, you still care about his thoughts.”

Zhuge Qinuo: "I said, this has nothing to do with whether he is Deng Qing or not. Just like I don't want you to have any opinion of me, especially some unfounded ones. Because I think you are also a good person. Good people don't need to hurt each other by mistake."

Mibei: "What is accidental injury?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "If we are both good people, the friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water, and filming together is also fate. For you, filming is work, but for me, it may be the only life trajectory, and I naturally want this experience to be like a spring breeze. So I don’t care about Deng Qing’s thoughts, but, on this journey, I hope that we can be open and happy with each other."

"Ha, you're overthinking it. He doesn't think you're bad. He often says good things about you to me." He seemed to have gotten the answer he wanted.

"Oh? Really? It seems that I am just being petty. Oh, women are really scary creatures. When I start to think about it, even I get scared." Zhuge Qinuo said self-deprecatingly.

The air that seemed to have stopped flowing just now returned to normal, as if the tense atmosphere just now had never existed.

Mi Bei: "Want to go in together?"

Zhuge Qinuo: "You go back first, I'll be back later."

"Okay, I'm leaving." Mi Bei pursed her lips and slowly turned around, took a step, and stopped to wave goodbye to her.

Zhuge Qinuo smiled and nodded, making a gesture of invitation.

Mibe left.

Zhuge Qinuo took out his phone to harass Wu Shu. She was not worried about the progress of the hotel and the club, but she was always concerned about the training. After arranging the work and knowing that everything was normal, she put down her phone with peace of mind and was free for a while.

It was more than an hour later when she came back.

The air was filled with smoke and she couldn't help but frown.

She thought that after such a long time, everyone would be having fun and she would be ignored, so she just wanted to sit quietly aside.

"Hey, Zhuge Qinuo is back. Deng Qing, aren't you thinking about her?" Zhuge Qinuo looked towards the source of the voice, stood up politely and walked towards the crowd.

Seeing a male producer or someone else walking towards her, she was mentally prepared to avoid him.

"Sister, you are finally back? Brother Deng is looking for you." Mi Bei said loudly, and staggered to Zhuge Qinuo first, pulled her into the seat, put her next to Deng Qing, and sat on the other side of her.

In Mi Bei's opinion, in such an environment, it would be safer for her to be with him and Deng Qing.

Everyone was drunk, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. In addition to the other girls in the crew, there were also many strange women. Without thinking, Zhuge Qinuo knew who these people were. He still politely greeted everyone with his eyes.

If she were in the same situation before, she would have tried to get out of this dangerous area within five minutes. She didn't like getting close to strange men, and she couldn't put herself in such a dangerous situation. But for some reason, she had an inexplicable trust in Mi Bei.

Besides, Mi Bei and Deng Qing, one is a handsome guy and the other is an actor, if his fans knew that he could sit between the two of them, he would probably be wiped out.

"I really don't lose out. It's better than being with the man who just walked up to me." This judgment was really not wrong.

At this moment, neither she nor Deng Jing knew how much unnecessary trouble today's incident would cause Zhuge Qinuo.

A group of people were still competing in drinking competitions. Deng Qing was also rolling dice with a group of people, and her presence did not affect them in the slightest.

Zhuge Qinuo just sat there quietly and watched Deng Qing count with Mi Bei.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, this combination is called - the boss's woman and his little brother.

"Where did you go just now?" Deng Qing suddenly turned around and asked, with her face close to Zhuge Qinuo's eyes. Her tone was full of questioning and concern, and her voice had a hint of drunken sexiness.

"Deng Qing must have been drunk and thought we were filming a movie." Zhuge Qinuo thought so and stepped back politely: "I went out to take care of some family matters."

She deliberately put the word "home" in there to remind Deng Qing that she was not his white moonlight in the play, but a divorced middle-aged woman with children in reality.

After Zhuge Qinuo finished speaking, he turned and glanced at Mi Bei, his eyes full of confusion.

"I've drunk too much." Deng Qing continued in an ambiguous tone. Zhuge Qinuo was at a loss and smiled awkwardly but politely. Deng Qing was relentless, "I lost again. Help me drink some."

She looked at the wine in front of her and subconsciously moved back a little: "Mi Bei, your brother Deng is really drunk."

Naturally, he asked Mibei for help.

Before Mi Bei could react, Deng Qing put a hand on Zhuge Qinuo's shoulder and held her close to him: "Yes, you are allergic. Then you can't drink. Then I will drink. Can you pour it for me?"

The sudden movement made Zhuge fall directly onto his shoulder, and a scent of perfume mixed with tobacco and red wine rushed directly into her nose. That was the smell of Deng Qing.

This scene made time stand still for 2 seconds. Everyone present was stunned for a moment.

Mi Bei had not anticipated Deng Qing's move.

It was not until he finished speaking that Zhuge Qinuo realized that it seemed that he could not avoid this matter today.

"What? What do you think of me?" She remained calm, but had already thought of what to do. "You want to act, huh? I'll accompany you!"

Zhuge Qinuo held Deng Qing's wrist and slowly freed himself from his arms. Then he lifted Deng Qing's arm with both hands and put it back on Deng Qing's thigh. Then he patted the part where his knee and thigh connected, looked at him with clear eyes and grinned: "I can fall, but I hope you win more."

That smile was like a pink flower that suddenly bloomed, bright and charming.

Deng Qing was stunned for a moment.

The series of actions just now had already attracted the attention of everyone present.

At this moment, everyone seemed to understand something.

"Zhuge, you can't be so hurtful. You don't want Deng Qing to drink, you want us to drink. You are too biased." Someone reacted and changed the subject.

Zhuge Qinuo didn't say much, just smiled and made a gesture of invitation, which was considered very provocative.

Deng Qing thought she had taken the bait the previous second, but now he realized that he had been set up. Anyway, she didn't want her to drink. What she meant now was to encourage others to challenge him. This was the rhythm of forcing him to drink more.

Thinking of the harsh words he had just said, "I drink, you pour," Deng Qing felt his eyes go dark.

"This woman is really vindictive." He appeared calm on the surface, but in his heart he cursed Zhuge Qinuo thousands of times.

It was expected that Deng Qing would lose the drinking game as he was not able to concentrate.

"4 6."

"Add one."

Deng Qing had been losing more and more as he drank more and more wine. There was no strategy in the dice game. Back and forth, without any thought at all, when he was about to open his hand, Zhuge Qinuo grabbed Deng Qing's hand, turned his head slightly to look at him, and shook his head, with an intimate and ambiguous posture, and a confident and mischievous look in his eyes.

"Add one." Deng Qing shouted for some unknown reason.

Just as I regretted it, the other party shouted: "Oh, sure. I'll drink it."

In this way, Zhuge Qinuo often hinted with his eyes and whispered advice in Deng Qing's ear. Deng Qing was also drunk and listened to his advice regardless of winning or losing. In the end, he won more and lost less.

The two of them often high-fived to celebrate, so much so that later on, not to mention Mi Bei, even Zhuge Qinuo, the person involved, couldn't tell whether Deng Qing was really so happy that he had no grudge against her, or was just putting on an act.