I'm the man who wants to be the best actor [Rebirth]

The next moment, Fang Lu stood up from a dessert shop on the street, holding a small box of Belgian French fries, smiling like a child.Watching him finish the snack in his hand, Ling Han suddenly felt particularly good, and asked, "Are you full now?"

"..." Fang Lu felt that the amount of information in this sentence was a bit large, and asked, "When am I not full?"

Ling Han: "...Then you still have to drink such a big bowl of soup and snacks."

Fang Lu laughed: "Is this the only hobby in my life? Hot and sour and potatoes."

Ling Han's expression froze: "...you also—?"

Do you like these too?

Fang Lu casually threw the carton of French fries into the trash can on the side of the street: "Huh?"

Ling Han hesitated to speak, but finally stopped, shaking his head and sighing: "It's nothing."

"Oh!" Fang Lu roared and then clapped his hands, scaring Ling Han and his follower brother Qi Qi.

Ling Han "What?"

Fang Lu: "I forgot to take a picture of the fries."

Ling Han sighed: "...It's okay, you can just take a picture of Tom Yum Kung Soup."

While talking, a boy on a scooter jumped out from nowhere, and was about to hit them straightly, and Fang Lu walked on the outermost side. If he was hit, he would be the first to bear the brunt.

Ling Han frowned, and immediately stabilized his figure, grabbed Fang Lu's arm domineeringly, then pulled him and threw him aside.On the opposite side is a dark red wall.

The hard wall did not bring him the pain associated with the impact, Fang Lu reacted for a long time before he realized that someone's hand was placed under his back, otherwise he would be hurt by the diaphragm.And his whole body was hugged tightly by someone.Chest to chest, each other's heart is beating desperately across each other's chest.

Fang Lu: "..."

Ling Han: "..."

What just happened?Why did this happen just now?

Fang Lu and Ling Han came to their senses at the same time, and pushed each other away tacitly, and the follower who walked behind the two of them, who didn't know what happened, happened to see the distance between the two of them by one step. Staring at each other awkwardly.

Follower brother: "...??"

Can anyone tell me what's going on? ! !Why does it feel like it looks very exciting|exciting and gossip?

"Cough," Fang Lu coughed to cover up, "Brother Han, where's your phone? Don't forget to post on Weibo."

He opened the Weibo app on Ling Han's mobile phone with ease and familiarity, and with a twitch, he posted a Weibo:

@linghan: You are warmer than an embrace [picture]

The accompanying picture is naturally the steaming bowl of Tom Yum Kung Soup, which makes people feel hot at first glance.

But because the hand of a waitress accidentally entered the picture, and the waitress was a little Caucasian girl with slender fingers, so this picture plus this sentence makes it hard not to make people think in an ambiguous direction, That's why as soon as the Weibo was posted, true love fans, passerby fans, and pure passers-by all watched strongly, and this Weibo had nearly 30 retweets:

"Wow, is this made public?"

Less than 3 minutes after the Weibo was sent, a call from overseas came from China. Wen Sen growled angrily on the other end of the phone: "Ling Han, can you save me a little worry?"

Ling Han looked confused, and said that he had lived for 23 years, and if he could still be worried, then his sister, who was born less than 5 minutes earlier than him, would explain what is meant by real life. "It's heartbreaking."

However, Brother Ling has an advantage that he can reflect on himself. However, after a lot of introspection this time, he didn't feel that he had done anything that he shouldn't have done: he has been doing the show well and cooperated very well.The only thing not to do... presumably just pin someone against the wall?

However, it is saving people, and helping others is not counted.

He humbly asked for advice: "What's wrong with me?"

It's okay if he doesn't ask, but when Wen Sen asks, he wants to explode: "Don't you know what you posted on Weibo yourself?!"

After listening to Wen Sen's low growl with a blank face, Ling Han hung up the phone with a blank face. He opened his Weibo, and after seeing the latest Weibo, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, No matter how hard it is.

At this time, a WeChat message came in, it was from Wen Sen, it was concise and to the point, with a strong attitude: delete it.

Ling Han opened his eyelids, glanced at the uneasy Fang, and tapped on the soft keyboard of the phone with his knuckle fingers: Do not delete.This is a game of the program group, and if you delete it, you will feel more guilty, and it will mislead everyone about what really happened.

Wen Sen's mouthful of old blood was suffocating in his heart and he almost didn't spit it on the phone, because he was actually convinced: Ling Han's words made sense, and he couldn't refute them.

In the East Eighth District, which has a time difference of thirteen times from New York, a certain gold agent was completely sleepless. He called the mobile phone number of the marketing account he knew in this circle, and asked them to help Ling Han with public relations.

The young guy who was asleep at the side was woken up by his phone call just now. Seeing that Vincent's eyes were still open, he pressed against him stickily...

Tsk, another night of mental and physical exhaustion, the golden agent thought to himself.

Ling Han switched his phone back to the Weibo interface. He hadn't carefully read the Weibo that Fang Lu sent to him before, but when he saw it now, he was so happy that he just wanted to shake his head, and murmured to himself in a low voice: "This is... "

It's hard to say.

The angle of confusion, the composition of confusion.

But Fang Lu didn't know whether he had eyes behind his back, or a pair of downwind ears. Anyway, when Ling Han lamented this scumbag photography skills, he who was walking in front suddenly turned around, annoyed and funny, and asked knowingly :"what did you just say?"

Although the smile in the corner of Ling Han's eyes was suppressed deliberately so that it did not spread to his face, it reached deep into his eyes, and he coughed lightly: "It's nothing."

——I just feel that your black history has entered my Weibo, and it depends on my mood whether to delete it in the future.

Of course, Fang Lu knew that the other party was secretly saying that his photography skills were scum, but... scum is scum, it's no big deal, as long as he looks earth-shatteringly handsome under other people's cameras.Thinking of this, Fang Lu glanced at himself reflected in the glass door of the roadside shop:

I am still handsome today.

After wandering around for an hour, I followed the photographer and said, "The coffee shop in front, the staff will distribute the bonus for this photo."

Ling Han followed the photographer into the coffee shop, and when he came out, he found that Fang Lu was not sitting on the bench outside. Taking a closer look, the young man in red was squatting across the road in a closed shop the door.

He was puzzled, and when he walked in, he found that there was a little black boy kneeling in front of Fang Lu, who looked no older than six years old, and was crying.