Mr. Qin is always serious

The next few days passed happily.

To sum it up in four words, it is honey and oil.

It's obvious that Wen Lang is in a good mood. He smiles every day, and his peachy eyes are very attractive.

Song Li disliked this very much, while Shu He was a little sad.

Little hamster: [I don’t know why, but the melancholy of falling out of love always surrounds me].jpg

One day, when Wen Lang woke up from a nap, Qin Jingshen had already returned to the company. Three small animals squatted beside him and looked at him eagerly. When they knew that Wen Lang had woken up, they rushed up with their tails wagging.

Looks like he's hungry.

Wen Lang went downstairs and poured cat and dog food for them. He nestled on the carpet and took out his mobile phone to look at Weibo. Not low.

@［Fu Tongwen Lang-Mountains and Rivers on Earth］

Wen Lang clicked in, and saw Fu Tong's Weibo song power list at first glance. On it, "Human World" and "Shanhe" ranked first and second respectively.

The unreliable Mr. Yazi is still very competitive in singing.

Wen Lang sent a screenshot to Fu Tong, switched back to Weibo and continued to read, the first Weibo post after removing the content forwarded by the marketing account was a video of Fanpai's concert.

Above, Wen Lang and Fu Tong were holding the guitar, sitting on the left and right, singing with downcast eyes. Looking from a distance, they felt like they were still young.

@林沉时见鹿: Wow, wow, call me crazy for Lang and me!

@温暖同同同同: What should I do?All of a sudden, I became a little bit tempted by Wen Fu CP again.

@不是通人: Me too!And not just a little bit!

@your fat time is very cute: row upstairs!

@吻听大旗 Never Falls: Ladies and sisters, let’s give up, let me tell you what is the highest state of sprinkling sugar! [Image] [image]

The fans were curious, and Wen Lang was the same, he poked in with shaking legs, and then paused.

The person in the picture is Qin Jingshen, holding a light sign with Wen Lang's name in his arms, and wearing small Shiba Inu ears with Wen Lang's name on his head, looking intently at the singing person in front of him.

Through the blurry picture quality, people can also feel the tenderness in his eyes.

@姆先生的大长脑: My little heart is thumping, it’s over, I’m going to fight Mr. Lang for someone.

@文郎郎的小巴坤: Girls who want to rob someone, I’m afraid they haven’t been teased by a fake pet blogger, although in fact I really want to rob!

@郎审易审宝哪哦: Since you all want Mr. Qin, then Mr. Lang is mine!

@蛋油的角耳: Put it down for me!

@摩宝儿的脸座: Oh my god, it's so sweet, are they really in a relationship?

Yes, yes, they are in love.

The more Wen Lang read it, the more flattered he felt, and he really wanted to like this Weibo post, but he held back after thinking about it.

Like it for a while, the crematorium behind.

Someday, the old Nanshan monster will die with him.

The reality is like this. There are countless CPs in the entertainment circle, and fans are self-conscious, but in fact, not many people will take it seriously in their hearts. It made countless people cry out, but it's still cool now.

If you don't take it seriously, you can't take it seriously.

These fans know it in their hearts, so most of the time they are cute in the enclosure, don't talk too much, and definitely don't cause trouble for the people they like.

Especially Wen Lang's fans, who are used to it, have nothing to fear.

Wen Lang quit Weibo, and Fu Tong happened to reply to his message. It was Zhang Husky's proud emoji.

The two big monsters fought a wave of pictures every day, and finally Wen Lang stopped first, not because he didn't have enough storage, but because he suddenly received a call from Song Li.

Wen Lang answered the phone: "Hello?"

Song Li's voice was full of temptation: "Boss, is Mr. Qin at home?"

"No, go to work."

Song Li instantly revived with full blood: "Come on boss, open the door, I'm outside your house."

Wen Lang went to the entrance and opened the door. Song Li stood by the door with a briefcase between his arms: "Good afternoon, boss."

Wen Lang: "...you are really greasy like this."

The two of them sat down on the sofa, and Wen Lang glanced at Song Li: "You're so mysterious, what's wrong?"

Song Li showed another tentative smile: "Boss, we also finished work together, Bai Li and the others have already gone to catch up with the new announcement, so I think..."

Wen Lang cut off his words expressionlessly: "Needless to say what follows, it's impossible."

Song Li: "We must work hard."

Wen Lang: "I want to fall in love."

Song Li: "..."

He sighed: "Then I can only choose to sue Boss Bai Ze for your crime."

Wen Lang:? ? ?

Why is your heart so dark? !

Song Li raised his head: "Actually, I don't want to, but you see, I'm already at this age, and I can't help myself if I want to save money to buy a house and find a partner."

Wen Lang wanted to hit someone angrily: "I've been rushing to make announcements this year! The rest time doesn't even add up to forty days! Does your conscience ache?!"

Song Li touched it, and it didn't feel too painful: "It's okay, big brother, let's hold on for a while, how about giving you a month's holiday to fall in love during the Chinese New Year?"

Wen Lang didn't believe it: "Really?"

"Really." Song Li swore, "If I lie to you, I can't find a partner."

This oath can be said to be very poisonous.

Wen Lang decided to trust him once: "Tell me, what's the plan for the future?"

"Not too many, not too many, one movie plus one advertisement." Song Li took out a stack of printing paper from his briefcase, "The advertisement is a perfume endorsement, here are a few scripts for the movie, and I have sorted them for you according to the degree of recommendation , the top one is the best, take a look."

He handed over the stack of scripts, the top one was the adaptation of the novel, and there was a post-it note on the title page, which seemed to be an introduction to the original copywriting.

Wen Lang picked it up and took a look.

"A Year Without Life"

I died in Daqitian and the spring of the third year.

The bones were buried in the ground, wet and covered my body, countless maggots penetrated into my flesh and blood, covering my dirty face, and I didn't close my eyes when it rotted.

Resentment, jealousy, resentment, three years pass.

Then someone asked me, do you want to start over?

I said yes.

So I returned to the world with the rotten bones under the flawless skin.

"Isn't it very emotional?" Song Li asked excitedly, "It feels similar to Huapi. If you play this role, Miss Huapi will definitely be very happy."

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang was expressionless: "Do you have any opinion on me?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"Don't you think the roles I've played in the past few years are very sad?" Wen Lang said, "The graduation drama played a folk singer who committed suicide, and the later roles basically didn't end well. Huo Zheng, who just wrapped up, is even more Small poor."

"Won't that make people remember you?"

"I can be remembered by my face, thank you."

Wen Lang looked at him, "I don't care, I want to act as a cookie, as sweet as I want."

Song Li sighed: "Okay, then you can read the next one."

Wen Lang put the script back in his hand, picked up the second one and looked at it, and felt that the name was sweet enough.

——"Dear You"

Wen Lang narrowed his eyes in satisfaction: "Not bad."

Song Li came over and said, "The content is quite good, but it is a literary film, the audience may not be too large, and the campus theme is not easy to win awards."

It is very serious not to win an award.

After all, His Majesty Taotie has a dream of becoming a film king.

Wen Lang raised his head with a serious face, and then heard Song Li say: "But the director is Chen Jia, the screenwriter is Song Huanchi, and your Mr. Qin is a friendly investor."

Wen Lang said without hesitation, "Okay, I'll act."

Song Li: "Tsk."

Wen Lang glanced at him, and said, "Wait, Song Huanchi... Isn't this the one from Dao Chen's family?"

Song Li nodded.

Wen Lang fell silent. He remembered that Daoist Chen wrote danmei novels.

He shook the script: "That is to say, Tanmei drama?"

Song Li hummed: "Yes."

Stimulate stimulation.

Wen Lang has never been exposed to this kind of subject matter.

He put the script aside alone: ​​"Leave this one and I'll take a look first, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow about the specifics."

"Success." Song Li was very happy, "I also put the creative book of this advertisement here for you. The shooting time is No. 15, remember to be more reliable."

Wen Lang made a safe gesture.

Song Li didn't believe that he could be safe at all, but he had no choice but to put the rest of the script in his briefcase and stood up: "Then I'll go back first,"

Wen Lang nodded, got up and sent him out. After returning, he stroked a few dogs and started to read the script.

The afternoon passed quickly.

In the evening, when Qin Jingshen came back, the two of them went for a walk with the dog after dinner. After returning, Wen Lang went to take a bath first, and then got into bed happily.

Qin Jingshen entered the bathroom behind him, Wen Lang had nothing to do, so he picked up the script and continued to read.

Soon, Qin Jingshen came out of the bathroom covered in moisture, and sat down beside the bed: "New show?"

Wen Lang put down the script: "The script that Song Li just sent in this afternoon is that "Dear You"."

Qin Jingshen frowned: "You want to play this?"

Wen Lang nodded: "Of course I want to act in the drama invested by my boyfriend, don't you want me to act in the drama you fancy?"

Qin Jingshen was silent for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "I just don't want to watch you fall in love with others, and I can't act."

My boyfriend is so cute.

Wen Lang looked at him with a smile: "This script is super innocent, and the biggest measure is holding hands."

Qin Jingshen lowered his eyes: "...That won't work either."

Wen Lang just laughed, and began to coax his boyfriend patiently: "How many times did I touch his hands in the play, and kiss you as many times as I come back at night, how about it?"

Qin Jingshen pursed his lips: "Do you really want to take on this drama?"

Wen Lang had a serious face: "Special, don't, think about it."

Mr. Qin, who was used to pampering him, finally chose to compromise: "I will often visit the class."

Wen Lang couldn't wish for it: "In the wind and rain, the crew is waiting for you."

Before Qin Jingshen could speak, he laughed himself: "But I still want to complain about Song Li, it's so inhuman, besides the script, I have an advertisement next week, it's not ordinary sad."

Qin Jingshen gave a low laugh: "Then do you want to go out and play?"

Wen Lang looked up: "Where are you going?"

"Longdu Mountain Ski Resort." Qin Jingshen said, "Qi Ya said it's not bad there, do you like skiing?"

Wen Lang liked it.

Thinking back when he was on the mountain in the mist, he liked to run out when it was snowing in winter, skating and running all over the mountains and plains, he was very skinny.

Wen Lang's eyes sparkled: "Going, when?"

"You can do it tomorrow morning if you want."

"Okay okay."

His Majesty Taotie, who got his wish, was very happy, smiled and pulled a pillow to hug him. He was just about to ask Mr. Qin for a kiss, when suddenly he heard the phone ringing next to him.

Wen Lang looked at the caller ID and immediately panicked.

It was Wen Rong's call.

He and Qin Jingshen looked at each other, and answered the phone hesitantly: "Brother Wen Rong?"

Bai Ze's gentle voice came out quickly: "Lang Lang, are you asleep?"

"No, but it's already in bed, ready to sleep."

Bai Ze hummed: "I just want to ask, I said before that I would meet Qin Jingshen's parents, why there is no news?"

Wen Lang froze. He was busy later and really forgot.

He looked back at Qin Jingshen, who obviously heard what Wen Rong said, and said, "I asked, they are traveling outside, and they may not be able to return until the Chinese New Year."

Wen Lang dutifully acted as a sounding board, relaying Qin Jingshen's words to Wen Rong.

The microphone was silent for a while, and after a while, the gentle voice came out again, which was much lower than before.

"Langlang, didn't you say that you were in bed ready to sleep? Why is Qin Jingshen still with you?"

The author has something to say: Wen Rong (face expressionless): stare.

Wen Lang (shuddering): Huh.

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