Little Master and Little Idol

The little idol nodded, took the script, said goodbye to the young master politely, and left the room.

The young master sat there blankly, and after a while he turned his head to look at the night view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.This room is on the 42nd floor. Looking out from the window, you can have a panoramic view of the city's busy traffic and feasting.

It's only 07:30, people in the city have just got off work, night life has just started, every place seems to be very lively, the young master is watching the flickering lights in the distance, slowly leaning against the head of the bed, huddling into a ball and hugging himself tightly, I don't know Why, he suddenly felt a little sad.

Everyone's life is very lively, they seem to have endless jokes and endless happiness, but all of this has nothing to do with themselves.

The young master suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have let the idol leave so early, he should have let him stay and talk to him, or just sit without talking.

But he didn't dare, he felt that the little idol didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't want to stay.

He said that he will not force the little idol to do unhappy things, so he definitely will not.

The next contact was five days later.

The young master contacted the little idol on the phone to confirm which script to choose. When he was about to hang up the phone, the little idol held the phone tightly and said hesitantly, "You...do you really have no other requirements?"

He has never seen such a relationship before, and there are no conditions for giving him resources.

The young master was taken aback by the question, he thought for a while, grabbed his phone and hesitated to answer: "It's also... not without it."

The little idol's heart suddenly tightened, then let go, he thought, it was still the same.

After a few seconds, the young master's voice came vaguely: "Can you let me add your WeChat?"

As if afraid of being rejected, the young master cautiously added: "I will definitely not disturb you casually, okay?"

Little Idol: "..."

Little idol: "......"

So that night, the young master not only added the little idol's WeChat, but also got the little idol's personal contact information.

He watched an extra friend on WeChat rolling joyfully on the bed in his big room, and it took him a while to calm down his excitement.

The young master stared at the note "Nan Nan" he had given to the little idol on the chat box and blushed and said three words, the words were too soft to make out what it was, only the last word was Da.

The script chosen by the little idol is a big IP drama. The male lead is a popular little fresh meat, and the second male lead is a newcomer, who is more popular than the little idol.In fact, there is a reason for the little idol to choose this drama, not because he thinks it is good, but because the crew pays more for the film, and this drama is enough to attract fans, maybe he can attract a wave of fans to accumulate some popularity .

There is no way, he urgently needs to get out of the current predicament.

On the day of the opening ceremony, the little idol and the crew all met and said hello, and found that Xiao Xianrou and the newcomer were unexpectedly easy to get along with, so I felt a little relieved.

While waiting, he sat next to him and took out his mobile phone to look at it for a while, when suddenly a message came from WeChat.

Young Master Ji: Today you start the machine, you need to work harder.

Young Master Ji: It's cold in the mountains at night, you have to remember to wear more clothes so you don't get sick.

Young Master Ji: I want to visit you.

Young Master Ji: Withdraw the last message.

Young Master Ji: I made a typo just now, I mean, if you film well, you will definitely be able to.

The little idol stared at the reminder that the young master had withdrawn the news, and he couldn't laugh or cry. He finally confirmed one thing until today. His little benefactor is indeed different from the benefactor in the ordinary sense. He doesn't have fat intestines, big ears and greasy face, and is shorter than him. Smaller than him, whiter than him, even... a little cute.

The young master was glad that he withdrew the message in time, but immediately became distressed again. He really wanted to see the little idol. See, he thought of this, his mouth curled down, and the little curly hair looked listless and drooping.

And in the next second, a message from the little idol came over: Actually filming is very interesting, do you want to see it?