Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

"You..." Mao Qirui was taken aback, and asked dully, "Qin, Brother Qin... are you okay?"

"...Huh?" Zhongqin was in a daze for a while before looking up at him, reacting for a moment, as if he recognized this person, slowly shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Mao Qirui picked up the tablet while observing him, and heaved a sigh of relief: "It's not bad."

He handed over the tablet and asked worriedly, "Are you all right?"

"Hmm." Zhongqin thought for a while and said, "I have a pack of cigarettes in the pocket of the coat I changed at noon, please bring it to me."

"Ah?" Mao Qirui looked at him uncertainly, "Do you want to smoke?"

"It's necessary for acting." Zhongqin curled the corner of his mouth, "Hurry up."

"Good!" Mao Qirui hurriedly brought him the cigarettes and lighter.

Zhongqin glanced lazily, but didn't answer, just raised his chin and said, "Click on."

"oh oh."

Mao Qirui took out a cigarette and lit it, trying to stuff it into his hand.

However, Zhongqin curled up his fingers avoidingly, put the back of his hand against Mao Qirui's wrist to raise him up, then lowered his head, and took the cigarette from the other's fingers.

"Crap!" Mao Qirui's scalp tightened, and he screamed in his head, "He wants to fuck me!"

"By the way," Zhongqin said vaguely, biting a cigarette, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Mao, Mao, Mao..." Mao Qirui was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to move, he replied dumbly, "Mao Qirui..."

"Oh, little boy." Zhongqin nodded, "Okay, you can go play."

"..."

How does this make him look like a eunuch? !

At this moment, Mao Qirui wondered if he should not take the job. Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch!How could he, an upright straight man, sell his soul just for three times his salary? !

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Uncle!That's three times the wages including food and housing!What happened to selling your soul!

Mao Qirui kept Tian Jie's teachings in mind, and didn't ask anything. He did what the boss said, and the boss asked him to play, so he found an inconspicuous corner in the living room to play by himself.

Zhongqin smoked half a cigarette, stretched out his hand to turn on the faucet, flushed the cigarette under the water column, and then threw it into the trash can.

It was still a while before ten o'clock, and Zhongqin knew he couldn't fall asleep, but he was really tired from spinning around for a few days, and his eyes were getting dizzy from watching the screen for a long time, so he had to put down the script for the time being.

Mao Qirui was always paying attention to the movement in the house, and noticed that Zhongqin had returned to the master bedroom. He thought the boss was going to sleep, so he hurriedly put his cell phone in and followed, only to see Zhongqin walking to the bathroom with his pajamas.

"I'm a little tired. I'll take a shower and lie down on the bed." Zhongqin explained, "You can come back at ten o'clock."

"Oh oh oh!" Mao Qirui took three steps back and closed the door cautiously, thinking that the life of a celebrity is really exquisite, Zhongqin took a shower as soon as he got home in the afternoon, and stayed at home with the air conditioner turned on at 16 degrees Celsius and never went out. After a while I took a bath again, no wonder it was so white, the house was spotless.

In the bathroom, Zhongqin stared at the condensed water droplets on the glass, thinking: It is still not enough.

Because the performance time was too short, on the day of the audition, his performance was not crazy enough.

How can kicking a chair be enough to vent?

Shi Huaian was already in his teens when he entered the palace, and he had already perfected his cognition. He was originally a reckless young man, but he was deprived of his dignity and suffered humiliation for many years. In the end, he even succumbed to the unspeakable... desire.

After taking the initiative to molested himself for the first time, he hated both his enemies and himself. While wanting to kill, deboning, drink blood and eat flesh, he wanted to destroy himself at the same time, so at that time he turned his head and saw Jiang Yu...

When he saw Jiang Yu... was there more hatred in his heart, or more despair?

But no matter what, because of this accident, Jiang Yu became his only vent. From this moment on, he gave all his indulgence and sinking to this person.

Anyway, in front of this person, his last fig leaf was also torn off, and he simply rotted to the end, degenerated to the end, so that it was not in vain for God to grind him hard.

Zhong Qin raised his face, the shower was adjusted to the most powerful setting, and the water hit his skin red.

He thought of Ji Shuyuan's indifferent face, which overlapped with Jiang Yu's image, making it difficult to distinguish.

What a ruthless person, no matter how hot his sincerity is, he can't make him nostalgic.

The hot face that leans forward will not get a ray of light, and the active smile will be turned a blind eye.

A humble person is as cheap as a shoe, and should be a shoe.

Zhongqin tightly gripped the handrail on the glass door, his eyes seemed to be out of focus and he had nowhere to focus.

I don't remember how long it took, but the ringing of the mobile phone outside brought him back to his senses.Zhongqin blinked, wiped the water from his eyes with the back of his hand, and saw that his body had been soaked and turned white.

At ten o'clock, Mao Qirui knocked on the door with a blanket in his arms, and when he heard "Come in" from inside, he opened the door and went in, but saw Zhongqin was on the phone, and raised his index finger to make a "hush" gesture at him.

Mao Qirui nodded, and tiptoed to the small sofa.

"Brother Ming hasn't returned after a business trip for so long? Is there someone out there?" Zhongqin didn't shy away from the assistant at all when calling, with a smile in his eyes and a nasty joke on his face, "Your love has disappeared too quickly. Right? Itching for two years?"

Maybe he cursed something on the phone, and Zhongqin smiled even more happily: "Okay, I'm actually not interested in the emotional life of the two of you, tell me when your husband comes back, I'm free recently. "

"...Why do you have to wait for him to come back? Because you can't do it. If I do it for you, I might as well do it for my assistant. It's a waste."

Hearing this, Mao Qirui raised his head sensitively——

What does it mean to "do" for an assistant? ? ?

Varied!what!Call!Give!help!reason! "Do"? !

Wouldn't it be what he thought?No way no way? !He's really not that narcissistic!

And, from Zhongqin's words, they are... a threesome? ? ?

Omg!Omg!

Brother Tian's reminder is right!Curiosity really killed the cat!Your circle is really messed up!Why didn't he come in a few minutes later? !

Mao Qirui instantly imagined his own [-] ways to die, and thought it might be better to resign without tears.

Then he heard Zhongqin say:

"I won't disturb the world of the two of you. I'll leave as soon as I cook a meal, and I won't stay for a second. I swear."

Mao Qirui breathed a sigh of relief: it turned out to be the "do" who "cooks".

He said, even if Brother Qin wanted to mess with someone, he wouldn't look down on him!Are there any handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry?As for Zhongqin's other hero in the next play, Ji Shuyuan, how handsome, isn't that easier to do than him?

Thinking of this, Mao Qirui's heart seemed to be clenched again - Ji Shuyuan is his god!

Before coming here, Mao Qirui and He heard some news from Tian Jie, knowing that the next drama was about homosexuality. At that time, he thought it was nothing, it was acting, it was not real.The male and female protagonists of so many romantic dramas don't make fake dramas and make love because of the dramas, let alone they are two men, what can be the result?

But now Mao Qirui has changed his mind.He couldn't forget the action of Zhongqin biting the cigarette from his hand, although nothing happened afterwards, but he still felt that it was not normal.

In fact, Mao Qirui would not have any idea if this matter were done by any man.When I was in college, there were a few straight men in the dormitory who mingled together every day. Sometimes there were too many things to do jokingly, and no one would think about it in a wrong way.

But on Zhongqin, Mao Qirui just felt weak.

He quietly glanced at Zhongqin, thinking: Maybe it's because this person is so good-looking.

The same movements, other men do it boldly and unrestrainedly, but Zhongqin does it inexplicably... flattering.

"..."

Mao Qirui was taken aback by his sudden thought.

He must be out of his mind to put such words on a man.

Involuntarily, Mao Qirui secretly glanced at Zhongqin again.

After making that oath, the person on the other side seemed to hang up the phone.Zhongqin looked at the screen and smiled, then threw the phone aside indifferently, then retracted into the quilt and closed his eyes.

His eyelashes were long, and the bedside lamp cast shadows from overhead.It may also be because the eyelashes are too thick, he looks like he has painted eyeliner.

In fact, Zhongqin doesn't look like a girl, and his gestures are not artificial, but I don't know if it's because of his temperament or some other reason, he is just different from other men.

Mao Qirui remembered that Tian Jie said that Zhongqin would be more involved in acting, and specifically told Zhongqin not to be surprised no matter what Zhongqin did, as long as he didn't hurt himself, just leave him alone.

That should be because he has entered the play now, right?Mao Qirui thought, after all, homosexuality must be different from ordinary men.

Hearing Zhongqin's breathing gradually calm down, Mao Qirui lightly turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was only lit by the light from his mobile phone.

About an hour later, Zhongqin woke up from his sleep without any warning, looked at Mao Qirui with vacant eyes for a long time, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who are you?"

"Ah?" Mao Qirui realized that he was awake, and hurriedly put down his phone and went over, "I'm Mao Qirui, little boy, the new assistant...you forgot?"

Zhongqin sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, stared at him silently for a while, then nodded and said, "Oh, I remembered."

"Why are you awake?" Mao Qirui asked, "Thirsty? Hungry? Want to eat?"

"Need not."

Zhongqin turned his face to the window, looked at it quietly for a moment, then lifted the quilt and got up, went to the window, opened the curtains, looked downstairs for a long time, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Ah?" Mao Qirui was puzzled, "No, it's nothing... Is something wrong?"

"No." Zhongqin shook his head and said, "It's fine."

He closed the curtains and lay back on the bed, "I'll continue to sleep."

"..."

If it wasn't for the two of them being able to communicate normally, Mao Qirui would have thought that he might be sleepwalking.

"Then go to sleep." Mao Qirui thought for a while and added, "I've been here all along."

"En." Zhongqin glanced at him, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep again.

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