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"Do you need to change your agent?"

This was the first sentence he heard when he had a routine conversation with Su Changle after returning to his room in the hotel after work was over at night.

Song Nuan didn't dare to eat dinner in order to lose weight, and now she was laying on the bed with a face mask in pain.

It can only be said that Yu Yanyan paid more attention to caring for her skin than her cousin Deng Qixia. When she felt that he didn't want to do this activity, her little face immediately pulled down.

People of the same gender as him can still refute it without shame, but he really has nothing to do with a girl who is about his own age. In the end, Song Nuan smiled and put the mask on his face himself.

The girl's goal was achieved, she bounced out of the door and told him seriously, remember to take it off after 15 minutes.

Song Nuan contacted Su Changle while calculating the time, shook her head and said she still didn't want it.

"It's normal to be selfish, and he didn't harm me."

"Where are you, why does it sound like you're not in the apartment?" He tried his best to keep his lips still and asked this sentence, in fact, he already felt that something was wrong with Su Changle today.

The relationship between the two of them is far from close enough that even if they are not in the same city, they still need to be together on WeChat, so they don't communicate every day.

But with Su Changle's character, if he has nothing else to do at night, he usually plays video.

But today, there was a voice call inexplicably, and the background sound over there was extremely noisy.

"I have some private matters today, so I can't go back." He didn't sound like he wanted to explain carefully, so he just answered vaguely.

Of course Song Nuan understood that she had no position to ask further questions, so she said a few words and wanted to hang up the phone when she heard this, but Su Changle didn't allow it.

"Don't put it down, just leave it like this." He chuckled hoarsely, and said a few nasty words that Song Nuan had expected, trying his best to make the situation between the two of them not too embarrassing.

After about two or three minutes, Su Changle said in a low voice, "Open the door."

"It's as if you can stand at the door right now. I didn't even say which hotel we're going to rest at. What an ass." Song Nuan didn't take his words seriously at first, and tilted his head to look at the time. Peel off the mask and throw it in the trash.

Su Changle was rarely silent, but Song Nuan suddenly sat up as if he remembered something.

"No way, can I still be visited?" He got out of bed and walked to the door thinking about it, thinking that if this was a prank by the other party, even if he was his boss, he would have to mercilessly go back.

But the reality obviously told him very bluntly: no, you lost this opportunity to insult the company's top management.

Song Nuan blinked and looked at Su Changle who was standing at the door taking off his mask, until he raised his hand to push himself slightly away and walked into the room, but he didn't react much.

"It can only be said that summer nights are still not very friendly. I suddenly felt that the business of stars wearing hats and masks all year round is really not done by humans." He took down all the items used to cover his face, and at the same time A plastic bag was placed on the bedside table.

"...What are you still standing there for?" Su Changle blinked like him, and even beckoned: "Come here."

Song Nuan then turned around and closed the door, and sighed in her heart that it was fortunate that there were no paparazzi outside the door.

Although it is not worth it for others to come and guard him given his worth, after all, the actor next door is Han Yingdi, and if something is really revealed, the audience will still be very wide.

Song Nuan walked over without any burden in her heart, and before she could bend over and sit down, Su Changle grabbed her onto her lap and kissed her twice.

"You have something on your face." It's just that there is no such warm scene as Xiaobie's reunion here. Uncle Su pushed the person who hadn't sat in the heat with his lips curled up in resistance: "I'm tossing like a dog." Hurry over here, your return is too persuasive, what's going on with the sticky, wash it off quickly."

Just now, all the focus was on making phone calls to find out if Su Changle would really come over, but I really didn't notice that there was still some essence left over from the mask on my face.

Song Nuan, who came back to his senses, rubbed his face on his clothes, and smiled with eyes crooked: "Didn't you tell me to come over, why do you despise him now?"

Su Changle didn't think he was a gentleman, and it wasn't long before he was teased into a trance, slipped his hand down the hem of the shirt of the little star in his arms, lowered his head and whispered to him: "I found out that you haven't studied for a few years. The ability to change concepts is quite strong.”

"I'm overwhelmed, I still have a lot of room for improvement." Smiling, Song Nuan stretched out her arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and was laid down on the bed by her shoulders the next second.

"You are not humble at all."

"I haven't seen you for a week, do you miss me?" Su Changle lowered his hands to unfasten his belt, looking condescendingly at the little star who was looking directly at him now.

That gaze was really quite frank, even though he knew what was going to happen next, he didn't seem shy to avoid it at all.

So sometimes he would feel puzzled, not knowing which point Song Nuan felt shy that day because of being touched.

It's just that before Su Changle could think about it clearly, the people under him had already quickly escaped from his shackles, stepped on the floor with bare feet and made faces at him.

"Didn't you want me to wash my face? I'll go now."

Song Nuan ran quickly, and when he came out again, he had calmed down a lot.

Su Changle tore open the packaging bag of the things he brought over, and handed over a pair of plastic gloves.

"...Is this a duck rack?" He picked up one of them and put it in his mouth to bite, Song Nuan's eyes straightened from that leisurely attitude: "How do you like this one?"

"What's the matter, haven't I always been a non-human being in your heart?" He nodded his chin slightly to indicate that he would be with him, and sighed with emotion: "It's a pity that this god can eat Michelin and spicy food." It's hot, and the duck rack is even more true love."

"Hey, it would be better if there were two cans of cold beer."

Su Changle pursed his lips while eating and talking, while Song Nuan just sat down next to him after taking the glove, and didn't intend to move his mouth.

He ate it himself, and after eating it seriously for a long time, he found that the little star was not with him, so he bent his lips and joked: "Whoever we are with, don't pretend to be reserved."

"No, I'm losing weight."

Song Nuan put the plastic gloves on the table, then sat cross-legged on the bed with her head down, trying not to look at the things in the bag.

Life is broken, this kind of stimulating food is really more tempting at night.

But Su Changle obviously didn't intend to stop there, and after hearing what he said, he poked his elbow in the stomach, and his brows frowned quickly: "Don't be bureaucratic with this, when do you need to lose weight?"

I didn't pay much attention when I didn't mention it, but now I leaned back a little and looked over, I always feel that the outline of his face is much more obvious.

"The role I play is a naked chicken, what can I do?" Song Nuan lifted her T-shirt and looked at her abdominal muscles that have gradually faded due to being forced to stop exercising recently, and sighed quite reluctantly Tone: "I hope "Limited Relationship" will become popular. When the time comes to interview, I must tell this history. I have dedicated myself to art."

"Don't sublimate the theme there. If you rely on dieting to lose weight, you'll probably have to die before you reach the finale." Su Changle took off his right hand glove and scraped his chin: "I really can't do it tomorrow, I'll go tell Director He , don’t lose weight anymore, what’s the point of holding it so painful at night.”

He stretched out his other hand, which was still holding a piece of meat, and motioned for the person to open his mouth with his eyes wide open: "Ah..."

If you go all out, the big deal is that you won't eat for a day after he leaves.

Song Nuan struggled for about two seconds, then closed her eyes and gave up, secretly thinking about how many calories this mouthful of duck would be converted into.

Then before it actually entered my mouth, the door in the room was knocked regularly.

And at the same time, a dialog box from Han Zijing also popped up on WeChat.

"Little brother, I'm here to play against you~"

About half a month ago, actor Han, seeing his friendship with General Manager Sihuan for many years, arranged an important role for his artist Song Nuan. The delicate '~'.

It's really impossible to call a celebrity who is so much less famous than him "brother", but he is really worried that Su Changle's shameless man will really find the media to cause trouble for him. After thinking about it, Han Zijing still feels called "Little brother" is safer.

Who doesn't like a title that never makes a mistake and is not inferior to others, and that's what I wrote in my Weibo copywriting back then.

Song Nuan's cell phone and all the applications are not locked, he can see the message as soon as he lowers his head, and of course the general manager who is not far away from him is the same.

"...He often comes into your house in the middle of the night?"

Su Changle's hand paused, and then slowly stuffed the piece of meat into Song Nuan's mouth.

It is the biggest piece on the entire duck stand, and it is difficult to speak after entering.

"You keep saying you love me, and that's why you treat me like this?" Su Changle couldn't believe it.

Song Nuan: "..." Chewing hard.

"Aren't you going to explain it?" Su Changle's face was full of sadness.

Song Nuan: "..." Swallowing hard.

"Okay, I know you've changed your mind. Now I can only forcefully open the door for that wild man." Su Changle took off his gloves and got up suddenly, and walked towards the door with big strides.

"You have a hole in your head, you are serious!" Song Nuan belongs to the type of person who can't eat spicy food but always misses it. After swallowing it, he immediately felt that his throat was so hot that he couldn't stand it, and poured water for himself while making a sound. scolded.

Of course Han Zijing outside the house didn't know what was going on inside the house, standing at the door a little sore, and sent a series of messages to Song Nuan, all of which were pitiful kitten and dog emoticons without exception.

Then he was startled by Su Changle who suddenly opened the door.

The general manager grabbed Yingdi Han's arm, covered his mouth, and pulled him into the room to close the door. The latter was almost frightened into a screaming chicken by this rough action.

"Damn it, you young couple are committing murder. Believe it or not, it must be very weird if the video was tuned to surveillance just now."

Han Zijing kept making complaints about his reddened arm, and his words were so coherent that he seemed to have used his whole life of lines: "A living person disappeared all of a sudden, if my wives knew that they would tear you apart."

Su Changle slowly raised his wrist to look at his watch, and didn't say anything to tell him to go in, nor did he want to drive him out.

11:30 in the evening.

After Han Zijing finished complaining, his IQ also returned, and he opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him asking questions: "The crew has changed locations, what are you doing so hard to come here in the middle of the night?"

He rolled his eyes, and his face gradually filled with shock: "Are you really in love?"