The villain's cannon fodder washes his whiteness by love variety show

Qu Mu put his legs together, put his hands on his knees, and sat nervously on the soft Simmons.

Ji Ping said he wanted Qu Mu to go back to sleep, but he took Qu Mu back to his own room.

Even if the two lived in the same villa before, there was a clear distinction between upstairs and downstairs. Qu Mu had never been to Ji Ping's room. At most, he cleaned the corridor on the third floor when Ji Ping was there.

How could there be a chance to sit on Ji Ping's bed majestically like now.

Qu Mu suppressed the curiosity in his heart, clenched his hands, looked suspiciously at Ji Ping who was looking for something in the cabinet, stood up unconsciously, and held the cabinet door again: "What are you looking for? I'll help you."

Seeing this, Ji Ping didn't shirk, and pointed to a white medicine box on the cabinet, asking Qu Mu to help take it out.

Qu Mu thought that his wound was hurting again, so he hurriedly lifted the medicine box down, opened it and searched for ointment and gauze: "Does your hand suddenly hurt?"

The inexplicable embarrassment just now was also quickly forgotten by Qu Mu. He pulled Ji Ping to sit on the bed. Just as he lifted up the ointment, Ji Ping took it with two fingers and gently unscrewed it——

"What's wrong?" The cool mint smell lingered on the right side of Qu Mu's mouth, and he gasped in pain. The medicine he took just now has almost dissipated. He remembered that the doctor said that except for sleeping time, the last Apply medicine every three hours.

"Don't move." Ji Ping's voice was light and light, and Qu Mu's whole body was tense, more serious than when he was a child in school and listening to lectures.

Suddenly there was a faint smile from above his head, and Qu Mu looked up at Ji Ping dissatisfiedly: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laughing, you don't even know when you're injured. You care about other people's affairs very much, and you don't know when you need to take medicine."

Ji Ping's fingertips rubbed against Qu Mu's chin. The ointment tasted icy cold, but the temperature of Ji Ping's fingers was hot and hot. Well, and why is my medicine in your room?"

Ji Ping was choked by Qu Mu's sudden culture, and after a long while, he could only say: "The doctor brought my medicine up just now, and they might have mixed them up."

Qu Mu nodded, tightened the cap of the ointment, put it on the bedside table casually, touched his nose with his hand unconsciously, but who knew that the mint smell just now was too strong, it irritated his nose, and he slammed He sneezed: "Ah—Ah!"

"Hurry up and wash your hands." Ji Ping smiled and sent Qu Mu to the bathroom, the water was rushing against Qu Mu's fair hands.

He raised his head and glanced at Ji Ping who was sitting on the bed. It was obvious that Ji Ping had applied the medicine on him just now, but his hands could not touch the water. Could it be that his hands smelled of ointment all the time.

Qu Mu looked around the bathroom, found a clean towel, wet it with water, wringed it until it was half dry, and then walked out of the bathroom.

Ji Ping thought what was wrong with Qu Mu, who actually stayed in the bathroom for so long, and teased him, "What are you doing in there? You don't want to thank me, do you?"

"Who should thank you." Qu Mu was eager to throw the towel on Ji Ping's handsome face, "But you pulled me into the elevator."

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet, Ji Ping moved his lips, but did not speak.He seems to have been obsessed with his action of pulling Qu Mu into the elevator just now. After all, without this pull, Qu Mu would not have to be trapped in the elevator for half an hour.

But Qu Mu didn't feel anything, he walked to Ji Ping, sat on the bed generously, and shook the towel in his hand: "Hand."

"Ah?" Ji Ping's calm expression finally cracked, revealing a little bit of disbelief.

Qu Mu directly pulled Ji Ping's hands over, and wiped Ji Ping's fingers one by one with a warm towel: "I don't ask others to wash their hands, but my own hands smell like medicine."

Ji Ping's five fingers are very slender. Qu Mu started from his fingertips and carefully wiped off the ointment on his fingers with a towel. When Qu Mu's hand touched Ji Ping's knuckles, he pinched Ji Ping with great interest. Flat excellent knuckles.

Ji Ping held his breath, closed his eyes, tried not to look at Qu Mu's drooping phoenix eyes and pretty side face, and resisted the urge to pull his hand from Qu Mu's hand.

"Your hands are quite big."

Qu Mu secretly compared his palm with Ji Ping's, and found that Ji Ping's hand was actually bigger than his. He felt competitive for a while, and carefully aligned the bottom of the palm until the palm was spread out to be almost the same as Ji Ping's. She pursed her lips in satisfaction: "It's about the same as me."

"Child." Ji Ping stared at Qu Mu's eyes with a teasing smile.

"Who is the child?!" Qu Mu put down the towel, and angrily approached Ji Ping, "You, the youngest actor in history, call me a child?"

He remembered that Ji Ping in the book was only 25 years old. He became famous as a teenager and made countless films. Because he debuted early and grew up with many people in childhood, many people didn't know that Ji Ping was actually very young.

He cleaned the towel and leaned on the door with his arms folded: "We are only five years apart. Why, people call you Mr. Ji every day, do you really think you are seven or eighty?"

Ji Ping pursed his lips, Qu Mu was surprised that he was acting recklessly again, and quickly covered his mouth, this time there was no smell of medicine on his hands, but the rolling eyeballs betrayed his panic.

"The food has been good these days, and I have become more courageous."

"It's not that the master taught well." Qu Mu put down his hands with a smile, leaned in front of Ji Ping, and looked at him with a smile.

Ji Ping was sensitive to the anticipation in Qu Mu's eyes, but he turned his head away and handed the document that was held between his arms to Qu Mu: "If you do this well, you will be a teacher."

"What?" Qu Mu took the document, it turned out to be the script of Ji Ping's new movie "Ru Zhilan".

This script is the film that Ji Ping is currently filming. Qu Mu randomly flipped through it twice, and found that a name he didn't know appeared on it.

He remembered that when Qu Mu was filming "Ruzhilan" in the book, the hero didn't have a white moonlight?

The whole story can roughly be summarized as a story of an underground boxer who worked hard because of Bai Yueguang's death, from an underground boxer to a senior bodyguard, and finally, for the benefit of his family and country, he once again joined the boxing ring as an undercover agent.

Qu Mu's attention was attracted by the relationship between the male lead and Bai Yueguang from the very beginning. When the male lead's Bai Yueguang appeared on the stage, when the male lead was beaten to death, he took care of the male lead tirelessly, but he didn't care about the male lead. With background and work, every time the male protagonist fights a boxing match, Bai Yueguang will be by his side, and he uses his optimism to illuminate the darkness in the male protagonist's heart all the time.

It's a pity that Bai Yueguang died at the hands of the boss who wanted to threaten the male lead with a match-fixing match.

The main point of the story also started because of Bai Yueguang's death. The male protagonist was disheartened by Bai Yueguang's death. After leaving the underground boxing ring, he gradually discovered the truth of Bai Yueguang's death. Finally, when he became an undercover agent and caught the boxing boss, he could have He shot the enemy's head off, but finally remembered what Bai Yueguang said, gave up revenge, and handed over the enemy to the law for trial.

The whole script is very long, even though the female supporting role who will appear later is so eye-catching, Qu Mu will never forget that white moonlight.

"This book, it must look good when it's shot." Qu Mu turned to the last page, rubbed Ji Ping's name on the credits list, and browsed down the cast list. He noticed a name that shouldn't appear at all——

"Why is my name on it?"

Qu Mu's name was majestically attached to Lanzhi, that is, Bai Yueguang's name. Although there was still a (tentative) word, it was enough to shock Qu Mu.

"This script is the first version." Ji Ping said slowly, "But when Lao Zhou was casting, he found that no one could play Lanzhi, so he deleted this role from the original script."

"But without Lanzhi, the logic of the whole story would lose its original emotion and motivation."

Ji Ping took out the notebook from Qu Mu's hand, and frowned slightly: "So the second version of the script is actually not satisfactory."

He flipped through the previous biographies, everyone had a one-page biography, only Lanzhi, who died at a young age, and the biography was only half a page long.

Qu Mu shifted his gaze from the script to Ji Ping, and opened his eyes tentatively: "Did you tell Director Zhou to let me audition for Lanzhi?"

Ji Ping's thin lips were slightly pursed, his legs were crossed, and he was looking through the script in a relaxed figure: "How is it possible?"

Qu Mu felt relieved, and Ji Ping continued to speak: "Even if I have some relationship with you, I can't entrust you with the important characters in the movie. Your acting skills can't be shown on the big screen at present."

Qu Mu was at a loss for words, feeling lost in his heart, but after thinking about it, Ji Ping was right. He had never received serious training, so how could he perform such a key role perfectly.

"But Lao Zhou said that when he saw us in the elevator, he decided that Lanzhi must be you." Ji Ping succinctly revealed Zhou Shengping's amazement towards Qu Mu.

"Well, how could this be?" Qu Mu was suspicious, "Zhou Shengping didn't like me before."

"Because there won't be someone like you around me." Seeing that Qu Mu didn't know much, Ji Ping added again, "Old Zhou was afraid that I would fall into a beauty trick, so he would stuff people into the crew as soon as he got hotheaded."

Qu Mu was shocked. As for Ji Ping, a bodhisattva who is not close to women, Zhou Shengping actually thinks that he can influence Ji Ping's thoughts? !

His eyes were too obvious, so Ji Ping rubbed Qu Mu's hair amusedly: "Who knows that he also fell into a beauty trap today, begging me to ask you if you want to play Lanzhi."

Ji Ping talked frivolously, but he unconsciously thought of Qu Mu trapped in the elevator with disheveled hair and reddish complexion. Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed very seductive.

"He said let me act, so I can act?" Qu Mu didn't quite believe it. Although the director's right to speak in the crew is very powerful, but if you want to add characters temporarily, you also have to worry about the progress of the crew and the feelings of the supporting actors. How is it possible? According to the words of Zhou Shengping's family, the door of convenience was opened for him.

Ji Ping fiddled with a corner of the script: "So we discussed with the producer and decided that if you are willing, come to the crew for an audition tomorrow."

"A trial play?!"