I just want salted fish after giving scum gong happy

After Yi Cheng showed amazing acting skills, Cheng Qian's requirements gradually became higher. After Yi Cheng finished filming the scene with Lu Kongchi, he rushed to the shelves to make up the scene of meeting the heroine for the first time.

The assistant director ordered the editor to edit the scenes and scenes shot today into a MV, and then send it to Cheng Qian for review.

After one afternoon, Yi Cheng was so tired that she could hardly walk.

Wei Chen was standing at the door waiting for someone, seeing his weak and tired expression, he was very surprised, "Why are you so tired?"

He remembered that Yi Cheng didn't have many scenes in this drama.

Moreover, the characters are cold and cold, and there are few lines.

——Very well acted.

"It was filming." Yi Cheng got into the car, feeling weak, "I usually lack exercise, and the action scenes in the afternoon are demanding, and my legs are hurting now."

"Action scene?" Wei Chen's eyes widened, "You still have this kind of scene as a male three?"

"Well, it's with the male lead." Yi Cheng slumped on the chair and rubbed his legs. He didn't feel anything when the performance just ended in the afternoon, but after a long time, his legs became more and more painful.

Wei Chen wondered, "Aren't you shooting a school romance drama?"

"Yes." Yi Cheng tilted his head and looked out the window, something flashed in his eyes, "But students can fight too."

Wei Chen was speechless for a while, almost thinking that he had given the wrong script.

"Then did your filming go well this afternoon?"

"It's going well, but I'm a little tired."

"really?"

"Of course, I don't have to lie to you."

His tone was casual and natural, not at all forced. Wei Chen looked at Yi Cheng behind him through the rearview mirror in surprise, and found that he had really undergone a huge change unconsciously.

Whether it's xinxing, movements, or temperament from the inside out and the tone of speech, they all change drastically.

Just two months.

Yi Cheng seemed to have become another person.

But thinking about what happened to Yi Cheng in the past two months, Wei Chen felt that his change was justified——

According to the general manager, more than two months ago, just as Yi Cheng recognized his ancestors, he was thrown into the hospital by the young master of the Shen family, and almost died.

It took a full month to be discharged from the hospital.

I am afraid that Xinxing began to change from then on.

Being in a rich family is much more difficult than being in the entertainment industry. After all, the entertainment industry will at most make you unemployed, but a private fight between a wealthy family can make you lose your life.

Yi Cheng didn't notice Wei Chen's imagining, looked at the road outside the window, and said, "Brother Wei, take me back to the company first, I have something to take."

Right now, Yi Cheng didn't want to expose his relationship with Sheng Xinglan prematurely, so he could only make detours and go a long way to tire himself out.

Just thinking about it makes my legs hurt.

When Yi Cheng returned home after detouring, his legs were almost numb. Although he had 1 regrets in his heart, the moment he saw the door of the house, he felt that it was all worth it.

Yi Cheng fell limply on the sofa in the living room, unwilling to move, and finally because he was too tired, he fell asleep directly on the sofa.

When Sheng Xinglan came back, the young man was still sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"How did you let him sleep here?"

If it wasn't for the underfloor heating at home, Yi Cheng would definitely be sick if he slept in the living room like this.

The servant explained: "Mr. Yi slept here as soon as he got home at night. He looked very tired and couldn't wake up no matter how much he shouted."

"He went out today?" Sheng Xinglan's icy eyes stirred a little, and he was slightly surprised.A month of getting along was enough for Sheng Xinglan to understand his marriage partner.

Yi Cheng likes staying at home very much, and never goes out unless he can go out. His daily life is almost supported by his mobile phone and WiFi.

"Yes, Mr. Yi left home by car after you left."

Sheng Xinglan stared at his tired side face, and suddenly thought of the scene where he ran into Yi Cheng's audition at home a few days ago, and he felt a little more enlightened. Seeing how tired he was today, it seemed that he was going to act on the set.

I didn't expect that such a nerdy young man would be willing to be active on the screen... Could it be that he really likes filming?

Sheng Xinglan asked the servant to take a blanket to cover Yi Cheng, after thinking about it, he finally picked her up by the waist and went upstairs.

"Heat up dinner and bring it to my room."

"Okay, sir."

Yi Cheng woke up a little when Sheng Xinglan carried him up the stairs. After all, it was hard to continue to sleep because of the ups and downs.

When he was gently placed on the bed, he opened his eyes, looking at the man in front of him who leaned over to cover him with a quilt, he felt like he was dreaming.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, but the person in front of him did not disappear, and that face was also familiar with indifference.

As soon as Sheng Xinglan lowered his head, he met Yi Cheng's clear eyes, and his voice was hoarse than ever before, "Are you awake?"

Yi Cheng hummed, his wide-open eyes were full of his reflection, "You're back."

Sheng Xinglan responded softly, helped him cover the quilt, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him, "Do you feel uncomfortable now?"

Feeling this kind of rare warmth suddenly, Yi Cheng was quite flattered, and he said truthfully: "Besides being a little sleepy, my legs still hurt a little."

"What's the matter with the leg pain?" Sheng Xinglan looked down at him.

"It's my problem." Yi Cheng lowered his head, not daring to look at him, "It's all because of my lack of exercise. After strenuous exercise, the muscles in my legs are sore."

"is it serious?"

"It's not serious, just get some sleep."

Sheng Xinglan responded lightly, suppressing the idea of ​​asking the young man for leave.

The servant brought the dinner to the door of the bedroom and knocked on the door, "Sir, Mr. Yi's dinner is ready."

Sheng Xinglan glanced at the well-behaved young man lying on the bed, got up and opened the door, and brought in the dinner.

"Drink some porridge first."

Sheng Xinglan helped Yi Cheng sit up.

Yi Cheng took the bowl and said, "I'll drink it myself."

Sheng Xinglan didn't force it, and after realizing that the porcelain bowl wasn't hot, he let him go.

Yi Cheng drank the porridge slowly, while carefully raising his eyes to peek at Sheng Xinglan. He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he felt that Sheng Xinglan had been treating him better and better recently.

Although his expression was still cold and he didn't talk much, the other party gave him a very strange feeling that night.

Unable to explain how she felt in her heart, Yi Cheng entered the bathroom with these strange thoughts in her arms, lying in the bathtub while soaking in thoughts, and soon fell asleep again.

When Sheng Xinglan came back from the study, the bedroom was very quiet, and there was only an empty bedding on the bed that should have been lying alone.

A tiny ticking sound came from the direction of the bathroom.

Sheng Xinglan frowned and walked to the bathroom door, knocked on the door, "Yi Cheng, are you in?"

There was no response from the bathroom, only the sound of water.

Sheng Xinglan looked around the bedroom, and knocked on the door again, with a stronger force than before, "Yi Cheng?"

Yi Cheng was suddenly awakened by the sound outside the door, and shivered in the cold bathtub with her arms folded.

The change in the voice in the bathroom was keenly captured by Sheng Xinglan, and the wrinkles between his brows deepened unconsciously, "Yi Cheng, talk back."

"Sheng Xinglan..." Yi Cheng shivered, and crawled out of the bathroom with weak legs, "I, I'm fine."

Hearing Yi Cheng's response, Sheng Xinglan heaved a sigh of relief for no reason. He left the bathroom door and left the bedroom.

Two minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Yi Cheng had been in the cold water bath for so long, his head was dizzy, he moved slowly to the position of the bed, and when he was about to fall down, his head hit a hard wall.

He looked up with blurred eyes, "Did it hit the table?"

Sheng Xinglan's lips moved slightly, and he cupped his hot face, "Do you have a fever?"

Yi Cheng's eyes moved, and he said in disapproval, "How can I... I'm not so fragile."

Sheng Xinglan put his cold hand against the side of the young man's face, frowned and said, "It's very hot."

Yi Cheng groaned slowly, fell directly on top of the man, and said softly, "I'm so dizzy, I want to sleep."

Sheng Xinglan, who witnessed this scene, was very skeptical.

The youth is not feverish, but drunk.

He carried Yi Cheng to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Yi Cheng had already closed her eyes in pain, buried herself in the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the person on the bed, Sheng Xinglan felt a headache for the first time. He first took out his mobile phone to call the family doctor, and then took out the medicine box at home to take temperature and rub alcohol.

So, when the family doctor arrived at the bedroom, he saw Mr. Sheng, who had always been indifferent and aloof, holding a towel in his hand and carefully drying the hair of the young man on the bed.

When Sheng Xinglan saw him, his expression was calm, "I have already measured his temperature, it was 38 degrees. I also gave him antipyretics, and physically lowered his temperature with alcohol."

The family doctor almost couldn't maintain a stable face. You have finished everything, why did you call me here in the middle of the night?

Sheng Xinglan seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, "Don't worry, you can show him again."

The corner of the family doctor's mouth twitched, "Then I'll wait here for a while and see if Mr. Yi's fever subsides?"

"can."

family doctor:"……"

While Yi Cheng was in a daze, he heard soft voices in his ears, he opened his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and the white lights almost occupied all his sight range.

A vague figure was sitting beside his bed, with a warm palm on his forehead, his voice was indifferent.

"It seems to have subsided a little fever."

Yi Cheng slowly closed his eyes again.

Before the thoughts disappeared, he was still thinking that his hands were hot.

At 11:30, Yi Cheng's fever subsided.

Sheng Xinglan asked the servant to send the family doctor away, and then went to the bathroom to take a shower with a tired face.Fortunately, his physique is better than Yi Cheng's, otherwise he would be exhausted sooner or later.

Lying on the bed, Sheng Xinglan touched the young man's forehead. His fingertips inadvertently passed through the soft hair and touched the white and tender skin, causing a shivering feeling.

Sheng Xinglan's complexion did not change, he calmly tucked Yi Cheng's quilt, and slowly closed his eyes, his normally fair side face was slightly red.

……

Yi Cheng was dreaming again.

It's not a dream or a nightmare, but a very strange dream, the dream is intermittent, and the plots of many places can't be spliced ​​together.

Black and white streets, noisy game halls, hall D with classic old songs, students wearing school uniforms with strange faces, and a boy whose face cannot be seen clearly.

He couldn't help but ask the boy why he kept appearing in his dreams recently.Yi Cheng saw his mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear what he said.

Yi Cheng in the dream gradually regained consciousness.

He began to ask himself whether this was a dream or reality.

It must be a dream... He couldn't even see the boy's appearance clearly.

After several struggles, Yi Cheng opened his eyes with difficulty. He couldn't see anything clearly in the pitch-black room, but it was a scene he was very familiar with.

He tried to recall the dream he had just had, but found that everything in the dream began to degenerate in his memory, and only a few fragments of the dream emerged faintly.

The phone beside the pillow kept buzzing and vibrating, Yi Cheng wiped off the cold sweat on his face, turned his head to glance at the sleeping man beside him, and then muted the phone.

The air was silent, and the vague memories of last night before going to bed slowly came to mind, Yi Cheng touched her forehead that was no longer burning, her eyes were extremely complicated.

Sheng Xinglan may not be as cold and heartless as he appears on the surface.

Yi Cheng turned his back to the man, his brows became tighter and tighter, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep again, to see the thing in the dream, but he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

... I feel a little annoyed.

Reaching out to touch the cold phone next to the pillow and turning it on, squinting to see the time, 04:30.

Then call up the missed call at the top, and seeing Wei Chen's name, Yi Cheng was a little surprised.

I don't know why Wei Chen is calling him at this time, it can't be on some hot search again, right?

With this idea of ​​self-entertainment in mind, Yi Cheng got out of bed after much deliberation, tiptoed to the balcony, and called Wei Chen back.

At the same time, someone on the bed opened their eyes.

His eyes were clear and there was no trace of sleepiness.

The author has something to say: For Chengcheng, Mr. Sheng hides a gentle heart under his cold appearance. =, =

The dual personality settings in this article are mostly private settings. After a long time, the two personalities can influence each other.