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I left in a hurry that night, even ignoring Sun Ning shouting behind me, and the next day she saw me with an ugly face.Fortunately, the completion of the project is approaching, and I have been so busy these days that I have no time to vent my anger on these trivial matters.

The office worked overtime collectively, and people left after nine o'clock.After I finished discussing with Sun Ning, almost everyone left. I looked at my watch, and it was already ten o'clock, and now it would be two hours faster to get back to Song Cheng's house.

I still decided to spend the night with Song Cheng.Because he said he wants to spend more time with me, so now I go to him whenever I have time.

This bit of hard work is nothing.

"Let's go."

Sun Ning and I went to the underground parking lot together.I always drive to a parking lot near Song Cheng's house and park by myself, and then walk to his house, otherwise I won't be able to get to and from get off work in time by bus.

She looked at my Santana and raised her eyebrows: "I said Xu Junyan, you are still a young master after all, you bought a house, why don't you change to a better car?"

I smiled: "It's just a means of transportation."

Having said that, I have a plan in my heart, and I am going to take the time to pick a new car.

The company is only a 15-minute drive from my own house, and it didn't matter whether I drove or not, or what kind of car I drove.But recently, I mostly commute between Song Cheng's home and the company, and I drive a lot, and I gradually feel that I have to change a car.

Sun Ning got into his car and nodded to me: "See you tomorrow."

"Pay attention to rest, see you tomorrow."

The road is relatively smooth now, so I should be able to go back early tonight.I clicked on Song Cheng’s voice message while driving. His voice was gentle and deep, and when he spoke to me, he would draw out the end of the voice slightly, like coaxing a child patiently:

"Jun Yan, when will you be back? I'll make dumplings today."

"On the way, the bus is very slow today, I miss you."

I replied while waiting for the red light.The red light was too long, I was bored leaning on the seat and playing with my phone, I switched back to my normal WeChat account and looked at Moments.I haven't heard from Andre for a long time. Although I don't really want to communicate with him, as an older brother, I still have to ask him.

Call him tomorrow, after all, my mother entrusted him to me.

His fingers stopped when he passed Yang Chen's news, and the last wechat message stayed on the night we broke up, he was angry because I danced with Sun Ning.

I hesitated for a moment, long-pressed to delete the dialog box, but the car behind me suddenly honked, which startled me.

It turned out that the red light had passed, so I quickly started the car.

It was already late when I arrived at Song Cheng's house, I opened the door lightly, only to find that the light in the kitchen was on, and Song Cheng fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

He was still holding the script in his hand, and even when he was sleeping, he frowned slightly. The lingering fatigue on his pretty face made my heart ache.I planned to go to the kitchen to quietly fill the dumplings and finish eating them, but I found that the pot was empty. Instead, I woke up Song Cheng because of the sound of picking up the bowl.

"...Jun Yan, you are back."

He rubbed his eyes and stood up, I said apologetically, "Did you wake up?"

"It's okay, my dumplings are still in the refrigerator, and they will be delicious now if I make them now." He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and the wet water drops hung on his sharp jaw, and he took out the dumplings from the refrigerator and started cooking, " Just wait a moment."

I watched him busy, and asked softly, "Song Cheng...have you had dinner yet?"

He paused, then smiled and said, "Eat, this meal is my supper."

"You lied to me, you didn't have dinner at all, or why are the bowls arranged like they used to be?" I hugged him from behind, smelling the faint scent of soap, "Don't wait for me next time, really."

"I want to wait for you to come back and eat together. It's so boring to eat alone." The water in the pot was bubbling, and the white and fat dumplings were neatly placed on the chopping board. Song Cheng's tone was a little doting, he joked , "Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"Of course I would." I rubbed his back, "I won't work overtime after this period, and I'll cook for you then."

"Okay." He kissed my forehead, "Stay away, and be careful not to be scalded by the water."

"Will not."

Song Cheng showed a helpless smile and said nothing.His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and he was wearing a cotton apron with floral patterns. When he lowered his head to put the dumplings into the pot, his long eyelashes drooped, and his expression was focused and serious.

"By the way, Xiaoqian won me a third male role in an online drama." He said, "I read the script and think...it's not particularly good."

Song Cheng has always been diligent and hardworking, even his tone of voice hesitated so far. I guess the role was not satisfactory, so I couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

"The scale may be a bit big." He frowned, "The director sees me as a model, so he asks more of me."

After I said this, how can I not understand that this kind of small-scale online movie has a lot of "requirements" for an actor who is a model with a good figure, and I know what this requirement will be like with my eyes closed.

"No, you can't shoot this."

He shook his head: "It's okay to go on like this without works. Xiaoqian worked very hard for this opportunity. I don't even count as [-]th line, so I don't have the right to pick and choose. Besides, I'm a man, and I'm not naked. Well, you won’t get hurt if you shoot this…”

"Impossible." I said categorically, "You are going to be a big star, do you know how bad it will affect your reputation after you shoot this! What happened to Dong Xiaoqian? How could she be so irresponsible? "

"Jun Yan, Jun Yan." Song Cheng turned around and touched my cheek with a soothing tone, "The director said he had seen my performance and said that I performed well, and he admired me very much. And I can sacrifice for acting, As long as I play well, it doesn't matter what role I play, does it?"

"This is different! This kind of thing is not worthy of your acting!"

"Why is it different? Everyone has their own destiny. I'm not a big star yet. Of course I have to seize the opportunity. Who knows what will happen in the future? Don't think so far, how can I have a reputation now?"

"But……"

"I said I want to be an actor, but my source of income is still based on taking photos. I don't want to stand still like this." He sighed, "Only by giving, life will get better and better. After shooting this, people will know me, I can have income and opportunities. We will have a better life, and you don’t have to suffer from hard work every day, and you can’t rest until late at night. I want to shoot, and I want to take this step.”

I was at a loss for words, not knowing how to refute.

I want to say that you work so hard and love so much, you will be able to stand out one day, and you will be a big star in the future.

But what should I say?How to make such an illusory promise to Song Cheng, who lives in an urban-rural fringe area of ​​[-] square meters?

Isn't it just for a role that can be on the cast list?What he got now is not worth mentioning in my eyes, but this is an affirmation of all his previous efforts. How can I easily deny all of this?

I don't want to be a selfish person.

"Just, isn't there a better role?"

Song Cheng shook his head with a smile, kissed my lips, and whispered:

"There will be. I will have good roles in the future, and we will have a big house."

But I don't lack a big house.

I just want to protect my butterfly, so that its beautiful wings will never have to bear the burden.

After Song Cheng fell asleep, I came out to take sleeping pills.After eating, I couldn't fall asleep for a while, so I sat on the sofa and checked my phone to send a message to Lin Ya.

She hadn't had a break while attending the party, so she replied to me quickly: "What's the matter?"

I asked her if she could get good resources for Song Cheng, and she sent a dumbfounding expression: "Brother, did you forget that I'm still in school? I haven't officially taken over the family business yet, how can I have real power to control these things? How about that?" , I’ll help you ask a friend, or you let the little model wait a year before I graduate.”

I also thought it was ridiculous that I was a working person, but I came to ask Lin Ya who was still in college for help.Do you want to speak to Xu Yucheng?He will indeed help me, but I don't want to involve Song Cheng in the Xu family's interest disputes.

After thinking about it, I blame my limited network, there are fewer people who can speak with weight, and there are very few people who can be linked to the entertainment industry.

Not being able to protect my lover is because I have failed too much in life.

I continue to scroll up the list of contacts, resting my finger on a name.

Fang Hongyuan.

I met this person with Yang Chen, and later he added my contact information.Although I have only met him once, I have a good feeling for him, and I also know from Yang Chen that he is a talented screenwriter, and he is smooth and flexible.

Yang Chen... Even though I have broken up with him, he is still affecting my life.

I know that the Xu family has something to say in entertainment, but I don't want to use this name no matter what.So now I urgently need a channel to connect with resources in the entertainment industry, someone who can make connections, and the rest will be much easier to solve.

I don't know if he will be a suitable stepping stone.