Little Fox is not familiar with the business [Quick Transmigration]

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The ambiguous sound is getting weaker, or it may just be out of breath.

"Brother Ye..." The boy's voice was soft and soft, it was as clear as the first snow, but it was soon dyed red.

The snow grains are thick and silky sweet like honey.

"...What? I can't bear it, I taught you how to breathe..."

The young man over there seemed to be sneering casually, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction hidden in it, as if he was tasting the delicious food that had been lingering for a long time.

There is negligible noise of cloth rubbing.

The boy who was pressed against the wall seemed to be overly shy, and the teacher struggled while holding the hand hanging on the man's neck.

But the small ambiguous sound still came, presumably the man who trapped him between his arms and the wall did not let the boy go.

Tan Jing looked in the mirror, silently blocking his hearing.

He closed his eyes, feeling that the reaction had been suppressed, he tidied up his cuffs, then turned and walked out from the door.

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Tan Jing is a person with very little desire.

It is no exaggeration to say that he rarely even needs to solve things by himself when he wakes up in the early morning or at night.

So this is an abnormal state for him.

He even only heard the voice... and simulated the illusion in his mind.

To Tan Jing, this was almost absurd.

He was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, and suddenly wanted to light a cigarette.

—but he has quit smoking for a long time.

This unreasonable depression and slight upset made Tan Jing's expression worse than usual.

So the actors or backstage workers who passed by cautiously felt that the film king was even more intimidating... They had better not touch this bad luck.

...

Tan Jing sometimes sits alone on the special seat set for him by the director and stagnates when he is not in the scene.

When he recovered from his stupor, he always found that his eyes were on the side of his junior colleagues, or in an empty place, as if he was searching for something unconsciously.

This made him frown, put the cigarette between his fingers back to his lips, and took a puff.

I have to say that the man's deep-lined face is very attractive in this quiet atmosphere.

People will understand what the top hormones look like at this time.

The young actor blushed unconsciously when he took a sneak peek.

A few girls were discussing in private, and for some reason, they always felt that the look in the eyes of the film king at this time... makes his legs weak.

That boy had never been to the set.

In other words, it has never appeared in public.

While Tan Jing was subconsciously thinking about the fragmented information in his mind, the director, who was sitting on a small bench in the corner watching the venue, turned his head and chatted with his younger colleagues.

A few words touched a certain meridian, and Tan Jing's expression moved slightly... It seems that the director met him by chance in the crew.

"Hey, that young man who was with you that day..." the director pointed.

"...a child from my uncle's family." The junior colleagues didn't seem to have much reaction, and the frivolous frivolity between their brows remained unchanged.

But if this is the case, presumably this prodigal son is still playing well among several beauties and entertainers without any scruples in the crew, and the romantic scandal can be made into several major versions.

The director didn't notice anything wrong, looked at his younger colleagues and clapped his hands and said, "That's good, you bring him here, I have a small role that I'm looking forward to, and I'll play it with him."

The expressions of the junior colleagues are still so lazy and out of shape.

Those iconic peach blossom eyes narrowed, neither said yes nor no, just said: "Let me go back and ask, he is not in the circle, so he may not necessarily agree."

The director didn't know what to say, and the junior colleagues nodded, and then it was all over.

To be honest, Tan Jing was a little surprised when he overheard this short conversation.

Although Director Wei is a top-notch director of commercial films, his eyesight on people is nothing to say.

... Not every director has the opportunity to make Tan Yingdi owe favors, and after a few years, he will try his best to ask for the debt.

If he could catch him at a glance, the child's appearance must be quite good, and he even thought of setting a special role for him, even turning a blind eye to the rejection on the face of that junior colleague.

I just don't know...whether the kid will really come here.

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The smell of disinfectant is not pungent.

In fact, if you come here once or even several times a week, you will become accustomed to this smell, and even lose your sense of it at all.

"Want brother's cigarettes? Why..." The frivolous laughter passed, "When brother loves you, can't you kiss enough?"

"Tsk, don't be awkward... It's okay, I won't tease you, here, it's closed, here are the cigarettes."

The black-haired boy sat on the waiting chair, the corridor was quiet, and there was very little echo of his footsteps.

Those black pupils were empty, and cut off the first part of the recording, leaving only the second half.

In the lower left corner of '[——] Electronic Cigarette', the words "transacted" appeared in gray soon.

He glanced at the numbers accumulating in the ledger.

The audio is not only used as a proof of the item's ownership, but also for himself, it is also evidence that the item was "gifted" to him, rather than obtained through abnormal means.

The teenager looked at the digits and calculated in his head as he looked up.

After a while, he stood up, followed a nurse in the ward to open the door and walked out to look around. When he saw him, he nodded in a low voice and said, "The patient's family members can come in."

Only then did the black-haired boy slowly walk into the white door.

"...Is he all right?"

The young man looked at the boy with a breathing mask on the hospital bed, whose skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, but he took a look and then looked away, only asking the nurse.

The boy under the sheets was about the same age as a teenager, but he was too thin and looked like a little boy.

"Your brother's condition is still relatively stable, but..." the nurse considered her words, and Liu eyes slowly blinked before hesitating, "It's just that the attending doctor said that it may not be delayed any longer, and we must prepare for it in a month. Operation."

The nurse said: "He asked me to prepare you mentally first, and after I have made up my mind, I will go to him to sign the operation agreement within a few days."

The nurse handed the medical receipt to the boy, with a look of uneasiness and unbearable expression.

That's an unaffordable amount for a young adult.

The black-haired boy's face remained unchanged, he only glanced at the number and replied briefly: "I see, I'll go downstairs to pay later."

But it was like this every time—this boy, who was not a few years older than the little boy on the bed, paid the treatment fee for the entire period without changing his expression, and then left in a hurry.

"Is the doctor busy now? You can tell him that I'm ready to sign the agreement." The boy turned his head and said.

"Okay, if you have elective surgery...you have to pay part of the amount first..." the nurse said.

It is closer to an astronomical figure than the previous documents.

The boy just raised his eyes and said, "I see, I will get ready before the operation."

The nurse looked at him and could only nod hesitantly.This would be a difficult task for anyone, even a complete well-to-do family, and as far as she knew, the patient and the boy had no other relatives.She was sympathetic, but she could only hope that nodding would give the boy encouragement, although she didn't hold out much hope.

At this moment, the boy on the hospital bed opened his eyes a little and said, "Brother..."

The voice was very weak, but it was easy to be caught when it was extremely quiet and the two people who were talking originally lowered their voices.

The nurse was a little surprised. After all, it was very rare for the patient to open his eyes or even make a sound. At this time, he hurriedly greeted him and then voluntarily exited the ward door, closing the door intimately, leaving this precious time for the two to be alone.

At this moment, the boy hesitated for a moment before walking over to the side of the hospital bed.

"An Yan." The black-haired boy responded stiffly.

"...Brother." The boy moved his neck slightly and looked at him.

The hand that was so pale that the needle was stuck in it barely lifted a little, and grabbed the wrist of the young man standing beside the bed.

And this made the boy's body tremble, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"...Brother, don't... go outside again, okay?"

The black-haired boy's hand that was touched by Wei Leng froze, but he didn't pull it out: "...Don't say stupid things."

"I didn't say... stupid things..."

The boy's face was as pale as paper, but his tone was stubborn like that of the boy's black pupils.

"Brother...just stay here...with me...to be fine..."

"...An Yan," the black-haired boy closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his expression changed from shaken to calm, and his pure voice said without fluctuation.

"Don't be willful."

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After walking out of the ward, the black-haired boy paused and thought about it.

The one who just made a move can almost be said to be completely represented by the memory of the original owner.

The original owner's feelings for his younger brother are unquestionable, but equally complicated.

Brother to the original owner... Maybe even in the hospital bed, he could vaguely guess what his brother was doing when he was not around.

In addition, it is the almost pathological desire for monopoly... No wonder the original owner behaved like this.

...

The boy brushed these things out of his mind and rethought about the number.

There's no way he's going to accept any offer for a role...the things he's done before, once he's started, there's no going back.

He is a liar, and it would be very troublesome for the previous owner to find his whereabouts...

This time the client was very generous.

——He or she is obsessed with 'Xi Yehao', and the more famous the higher the price, there is no doubt that this level of traffic corresponds to a very high price.

Fortunately, this customer seems to be quite dedicated, and his enthusiasm never fades, and he has ordered many times in a row.

He understands that it has personal meaning, but this time the request is not as understandable to the teenager as the object that has touched the body parts, such as close-fitting gloves, which is a bit strange to him.

But the price is much higher than those hard-to-obtain items.

Although he didn't understand, the boy just frowned slightly.

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on the corridor.

In fact, the young man had never thought of being here.

Artists attach great importance to privacy in such matters, so it is often as he thinks, and there is no need to worry too much.

But... Although this place is at the end of the long corridor, and the rooms are mostly piled up with unused props—it is still not completely impossible for people to pass by.

He knew that Xi Yehao was frivolous, but even for the sake of prank, this level was too much.

It's like, like it doesn't care, it's even intentional to make people...

The young man felt a little apprehensive, but he didn't have a better chance, and the client's deadline was tomorrow.

The boy only hesitated for a second, and put his slender hands around the young man's neck.

And this active action made Xi Yehao's iconic peach blossom eyes flash with satisfaction, his slender fingers brushed across the boy's white and tender and beautiful side cheeks, and he bent slightly while holding his chin.

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The young man was pressed against the wall and kissed. Amidst the ambiguous sound, his lips were rubbed deep red, brighter than any color he had seen.

The young man did not resist the young man's aggression. Instead, his left arm actively wrapped around the man's shoulder and neck. The skin on the exposed arm was a kind of fragile snow-white, and the delicate sensation made people unable to look away.

"……what do you want?"

The scorching heat in the young man Tao Hua's eyes was completely uncovered, and he looked down at the young man hanging around his neck scorchingly, "You want to hook me to death, don't you?"

The young man rubbed the corner of the boy's lips with his fingertips, making a slight red mark on it.

"I don't want the role that director Wei gave you, and I don't want you to accompany me in my next show. What do you want? Huh?"

The young man looked up into the young man's eyes, and the right hand placed on his chest was close to his heart.

"I want Brother Xi's...the second button."

The young man looked at the boy without saying a word.

The second button on the shirt is the closest to the heart.

The meaning it represents is clear.

The two-way flirtatious Tao Hua's eyes completely darkened and pressed down.

The tall man standing at the corner watched this scene quietly, paused for a moment, and finally turned around.

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