romantic accident

While there was still time, An Mingzhi and Feng Chi checked the paragraph again, and it was almost eleven o'clock after the match, and there was still a shooting task tomorrow, so the two of them separated sooner or later.

Feng Chi's room was on the same floor. He said goodbye to An Mingzhi, and when he left the room, he ran into a sneaky shadow.

Feng Chi stopped and turned around: "It's so late, what are you doing here?"

The shadow hiding in the dark part of the corridor shrank back.

It's Xu Yin.

Feng Chi walked up to him, leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and looked at him.

Xu Yin is not short, but he is half a head short of Feng Chi. Feng Chi is 1.8 meters [-]. One stop there is a wall, blocking all the light.

Xu Yin didn't look up: "Passing by."

Feng Chi glanced at An Mingzhi's room opposite, remembered something, and said, "Your room isn't on this floor, is it?"

An Mingzhi's room was not next to the elevator, so it would be too far-fetched to say passing by.

"What are you doing here?" Feng Chi asked bluntly, blocking his way.

Xu Yin looked up at him, Feng Chi was standing against the light, looking good and far away.He was distracted for a second: "What I do here has nothing to do with you, brother?"

Feng Chi stroked his chin with great interest, and nodded slowly twice: "Correct me, you don't need to call me senior brother, I was already in a contract termination lawsuit with Shengshi when you signed the contract."

Xu Yin looked at him seriously.

"Eavesdropping on other people's conversations, it's best not to do it in the future." Feng Chi's eyes became serious, "Otherwise, it won't be so simple next time."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

After a long time, in the empty elevator room, Xu Yin suddenly laughed.

After Feng Chi left, An Mingzhi lay on the bed tossing and turning, and finally turned on the phone again, stared at Zheng Yuzhang's phone number for a while, and dialed it.

Once, twice, once, twice, and finally someone answered the third time.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

There was no sound on the phone, but An Ming knew that Zheng Yuzhang was listening.

"The phone was turned off just now..." he explained, "I didn't hang up on your call on purpose."

For a long time, Zheng Yuzhang didn't say a word, An Ming knew he was a little sleepy, and almost fell asleep: "If you don't talk, then I'll hang up?"

"Do you dare to hang up and try again?"

Hanging up on him three times in one night, when did he get so courageous?

"That guy left?" Zheng Yuzhang said dissatisfied.

An Ming knew that it was uncomfortable to hear, so he said desperately, "His name is Feng Chi, and he is in the same group as me..."

"You've already explained it." Zheng Yuzhang interrupted him coldly, "Start the video."

"what?"

"Start the video." His tone finally softened, "Look at you."

Knowing that the light had been turned off, An Ming had no choice but to get up and turn on the night light by the bed, and switched to the video.

"I'm ready to go to bed." He only showed half of his face to Zheng Yuzhang.

Zheng Yuzhang didn't open his own video, An Ming knew that what he could see was still dark, so he heard him ask, "What time will work start tomorrow?"

"Seven o'clock."

"Oh..." Zheng Yuzhang let out a long sigh, "How is filming these days?"

An Mingzhi was a little baffled: "It's pretty good."

"Tell me."

The sponsor had already spoken, but An Ming knew how dare he say "no". He remembered that the crew had a funny thing yesterday, so he told him about it.

Zheng Yuzhang should be listening carefully. An Mingzhi could only hear his occasional responses. He even suspected that he was deliberately torturing himself and not letting him go to bed early as punishment for hanging up on him twice today.Zheng Yuzhang's temper is very strange, and he will make all kinds of confusing requests, such as now.

If you are not a child, do you want a bedtime story?

An Mingming talked a lot incoherently, but in fact, many interesting things happen to the crew every day, but they are all fragmented, and one thing can't be talked about for a long time.

He broke up what had happened in the past few days, and Zheng Yuzhang didn't respond for several seconds.An knew that he was not by the phone, and asked, "Are you listening?"

Zheng Yuzhang's breathing was a little heavy: "Yes."

An Mingzhi said a few more words, and suddenly realized what he was doing over the phone, his cheeks turned red, and he dared not speak out.

His cheeks were flushed, and he buried himself under the quilt shyly, only the sound of each other's breathing was transmitted back and forth through the microphone.An Mingzhi blinked his wet eyes, even panting lightly.

It took a few minutes for Zheng Yuzhang's breathing to stabilize.

"What are you doing..." An Mingzhi whispered.After he finished speaking, he regretted it, and Zheng Yuzhang can do whatever he wants, even if he flies over to sleep with him now, he can't complain.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Zheng Yuzhang said.

In the past, the two of them played very crazy, and experienced it in any place and on any occasion. An Mingzhi was very obedient and obedient, and everything followed him.Even when he was filming, he had to turn on the video to hook him up so that Zheng Yuzhang would be well fed.It can't work now, An Ming knows that the older he grows, the thinner his skin will be.

You see, even if you listen to his voice on the phone and shoot a gun, he has opinions.

An Mingzhi didn't speak. He knew that Zheng Yuzhang had a lot of desires, but he just felt that he was not a qualified candidate. Maybe what Zheng Yuzhang needed was someone who could accompany him often.But he can't do it himself, he wants to film, and his career is extremely important to him.

The relationship between them cannot be said to be a typical nurturing relationship, because he has never received money from Zheng Yuzhang, at most it was the house in the urban area, and it took him eight years to exchange a house, no matter what, An Mingzhi didn't seem to make any money. , and a little bit of a loss.

But staying by Zheng Yuzhang's side all these years is his willingness, it has nothing to do with money, fame and fortune, it's all because of the heartbeat at that glance.

It's just that Zheng Yuzhang probably won't understand this feeling. Given his status, it's hard to experience such pure emotion.

"Okay, go to sleep now, if you don't sleep, you won't be able to wake up tomorrow." Zheng Yuzhang didn't know what he was thinking, "I'll wake you up tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the weekend, and Zheng Yuzhang will wake up a little later than usual on weekends, around eight o'clock, and An Mingzhi has already started work.

"What's up tomorrow?"

"Zhenzhen has a performance tomorrow night, and she has to rehearse early in the morning. I will send her off."

An knew that he didn't know about it yet: "What performance?"

"A ballet, organized by their school art troupe."

Zheng Zhenzhen is beautiful and tall. He was a head taller than his peers since he was a child. He was sent to learn dance when he was a child, and he also learned other things, such as piano, equestrianism, useful and useless.But the dance is the best, following her beautiful mother.

The little girl is very artistic, and she was almost poached into the entertainment circle more than once to be trained, but with her family background, she really doesn't need to work hard in this circle.If Zheng Zhenzhen has an idea, it is not impossible to consider it.

This is certainly a good thing, but she still focuses on her studies now, and there are only three months left to take the senior high school entrance examination. An Mingzhi is a little worried that her grades will be delayed.Zheng Zhenzhen is good at English, can speak a little French and German, and science is not too bad. This is just like Zheng Yuzhang, but history and land administration are a little weaker.

"Zhenzhen is going to take the high school entrance examination in three months, you should pay more attention to her."

The scores of those key high schools in the city are not low. Every year, many parents squeeze their heads for their children.

Zheng Yuzhang paused on the phone and asked, "Is she in the third year of junior high school?"

An Mingzhi: "..."

He seems to have mentioned it to Zheng Yuzhang, and now it seems that Zheng Yuzhang doesn't care about his girl at all.

Zheng Yuzhang remembered that An Mingzhi had mentioned it during the Chinese New Year and asked him to find a stepmother for Zheng Zhenzhen. He had a good idea.

"Okay, I'll talk to her tomorrow."

Fearing that An would be angry with him knowingly, Zheng Yuzhang hurriedly said something perfunctory. He was indeed unqualified as a father, and he never went to the parent meeting in middle school.

"You don't have to worry about these things, go to bed quickly."

An Ming said intimately, your own precious girl doesn't even know what grade she is in, so can she do it if she doesn't worry about it?

"Then I hung up?" He looked at the black screen, not being able to see Zheng Yuzhang made him feel a little insecure.

Zheng Yuzhang said: "You sleep in your bed."

An Mingzhi put the phone away, said "um", but didn't hang up.He was so sleepy that he closed the night light and fell asleep, breathing lightly.