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The stewed soup wafted out of the smell, Jing Rong's eyes were red, and he hid in the kitchen in embarrassment.

He glanced at the soup in the pot, and there was not much soup left, so he couldn't eat it.

He was a little annoyed, why didn't he delete that video, and it was so coincidental that Qu Yu saw it.

A hug with a familiar smell came from behind.

Qu Yu rested her chin skillfully on his neck, glanced at the soup in the pot, and said with some regret: "It's a pity that there is a good pot of soup."

"It's because my brother is misbehaving and wasting food." He continued to add.

Jing Rong bit his lip and said nothing.

"However, we'll take care of this later, let's solve other food and clothing problems first, okay, brother?" Qu Yu said, rubbing the tip of her nose against Jing Rong's ear, her tone was lingering and sweet, with an alluring charm lure.

Jing Rong was hooked by him, and knowing that he was doomed, he simply closed his eyes, turned around and kissed Qu Yu's lips.

Qu Yu was slightly satisfied with his initiative.

With his body suspended in the air, Jing Rong was picked up by Qu Yu in the posture of a princess.

Jing Rong was a little surprised, subconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Let's change places." Qu Yu muffled a smile.

……

……

After taking a refreshing bath, Jing Rong felt himself alive again.

This time Qu Yu went too far than before.

The thin cloth rubbed against the skin of the thigh, and there were bursts of tingling pain, as if it had been lightly pricked many times by countless tiny needles.

Jing Rong frowned, sat on the edge of the bed and didn't want to move.

After tossing and tossing for so long, my stomach is still empty, which is not very comfortable.

He glanced at the time, and it's not too late to order takeaway, but he doesn't like to eat takeaway, so he hesitated to stay on the takeaway page.

At this time, Jing Qian sent a message, asking him how his chat with his agent was going.

Probably conscience found out and thought of him.

Jing Rong was full of anger and just had someone to vent his anger on, and a few messages of yin and yang came to him, and Jing Qian was so frightened that he called to see if he had been kidnapped.

After finding someone to scold me, the depression in my heart was much less.

Thinking of something, he opened the photo album expressionlessly, quickly deleted the hateful video, and emptied the recycle bin for fear of leaving traces.

After doing this, he still felt a little uneasy, opened the chat interface with Jingqian, and simply deleted all the chat records.

In this way, he was completely relieved, and all the nasty things were gone.

The bathroom door opened and closed.

Qu Yu came out wiping her hair, seeing his displeasure, probably because of some reason, she put her hands behind her back a little guilty.

He was dazzled by jealousy just now, and he did something extraordinary, breaking through a new standard once again.

However, cool is indeed cool, but it is still a bit unsatisfying.

Qu Yu couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

Jing Rong noticed the eyes on him, and glanced over coldly.

Qu Yu immediately became obedient, walked obediently to the side of the bed, and reached out to help him rub his shoulders and legs: "Brother worked hard, are you hungry? I'm going to cook again."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jing Rong's reaction, he simply slipped away decisively.

I even forgot that there was a wet towel on my head.

Jing Rong sighed and raised his voice slightly: "Don't drop the towel."

Qu Yu paused, obediently tore off the towel, and put it back obediently.

Jing Rong ignored him, leaned on the bed and looked at the phone.

Now that he has decided to sign the company, he plans to learn more about Jiangying Entertainment.

There is a lot of information on Jiangying Entertainment, and he found a lot of it when he searched. Combined with the news that Jingqian revealed to him, he has a more accurate understanding.

The president, Qiao Shuyue, is also from the acting department of the North City Drama Academy. Although he has not entered the filming industry, he is closely related to the entertainment industry. The salary of the employees is not bad, and the number of contracted people is not too many, but they are all conscientious and down-to-earth actors.

Jing Rong had a good impression of it. Thinking of the interview next week, he was a little nervous.

Qu Yu's cooking speed was not slow, and he knocked on the door and called him to eat after a while.

Before turning off the phone, Jing Rong looked at the photo album and the recycle bin again, and put the phone next to the pillow after making sure that there was nothing dirty.

After dinner, Jing Rong went back to the bedroom to write in his diary, while Qu Yu washed the dishes in the kitchen.

The two have a clear division of labor and do not disturb each other.

Ever since he smashed Jing Rong's diary, Qu Yu has been very conscious, and will not disturb him suddenly, and only enters the bedroom obediently after Jing Rong finishes writing and opens the door.

Today is no exception.

After Jing Rong finished writing the diary, he flipped through the diary again. This is probably the diary he has used for the longest time. It is almost used up, and all the contents in it are related to only one person.

It's a diary, it's better to say it's a love book.

Jing Rong was ashamed by his strange association, quickly stuffed the diary into the bookcase, and opened the door to signal Qu Yu to come in.

Qu Yu glanced at the tightly closed bookcase from the corner of her eye, without saying a word, she took out a golden ginkgo leaf from her back.

Jing Rong froze for a moment: "This is?"

"The lucky ginkgo leaf that day." Qu Yu smiled and handed him the ginkgo leaf in his hand.

Ginkgo biloba leaves have not been processed, and still retain their original appearance. They are thin in the hand, as if they can still feel a little wet.

Jing Rong paused, took out the diary from the bookcase, flipped through it, found the clip of them walking in the ginkgo forest, and put the ginkgo leaves between the papers.

Qu Yu embraces Jing Rong from behind.

"I hope ginkgo leaves will bless us, and we will grow old together for a long time." He said seriously.

Jing Rong bent his eyes, and his lips couldn't help but curl up in a happy arc.

--

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's the day of performing on stage.

The stage time for their group is seven o'clock in the evening.

All afternoon, Zhang Yuhan yelled at them to rehearse, and when the time was almost up, he went to rehearse again.

As time approached, Jing Rong became more and more nervous.

He didn't show it on his face, but the hand that twisted the cap of the mineral water bottle trembled.

Sensing his absent-mindedness, Qu Yu stretched out her hand to unscrew the bottle cap for him, and asked softly, "Are you nervous?"

Jing Rong raised his head and took a sip of water, then shook his head upon hearing this.

He is not a person who likes to share negative emotions, and he is busy preparing now, so he will not pass on his nervousness to Qu Yu.

Qu Yu raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Lie, you are obviously nervous."

Jing Rong didn't refute, but straightened his lips.

There are people coming and going in the background, which is a bit noisy.

Qu Yu glanced around, and pulled Jing Rong out.

They have already changed their costumes and put on corresponding makeup, so it is not suitable for them to do anything excessive.

Jing Rong was afraid that he would do something out of the ordinary on a whim, so he didn't really want to follow him out.

Qu Yu looked at him and sighed: "I know it well, don't worry, I won't ruin the shape."

Only then did Jing Rong feel relieved to go out with him.

But as soon as he reached the corner, Qu Yu pressed him down and kissed him.

The aggressiveness made Jing Rong slow down before he could react.

He was about to struggle subconsciously, but Qu Yu's kiss was gradually gentle, with a sense of comfort.

He didn't let go until Jing Rong became less emotional.

He put his forehead against Jing Rong's and calmed his breath: "I need to remind my brother of one thing."

"The little ones in the nightstand are running out of patience."

Jing Rong's face was hot and red, and he couldn't tell whether he was annoyed or ashamed.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Qu Yu: "Not serious."

Qu Yu grabbed his hand and pressed it against his chest: "Listen, because brother dances so fast."

"My brother is so good, how can he be serious."

Jing Rong's heart softened, and he didn't say anything else. He pursed his lips, took a few steps forward, and buried his head in Qu Yu's arms: "I'm still a little nervous."

This is probably the second time he has confessed his feelings to others since he became an adult. The last time was also with Qu Yu, but the reason is a bit embarrassing, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it.

Qu Yu touched the back of his head and smiled: "What's there to be nervous about? I'll back you up. If it doesn't work, just improvise. My brother is so good, it's impossible for him to be so bad."

Jing Rong, who was a little nervous, couldn't help laughing at his swearing words.

Jing Rong patted him on the back lightly: "Glib, blindly optimistic."

Having said that, the tension has dissipated quite a bit.

Hearing the relaxation in his words, Qu Yu was not stingy with his words of praise, and all kinds of rainbow farts of praise and praise poured out like money, which made Jing Rong wonder whether he had memorized the whole thing in advance. This book is "Self-Cultivation of Rainbow Grits".

After picking up his mood, Jing Rong raised his face and took the initiative to kiss Qu Yu: "Thank you."

Thank you for reassuring me at this time.

Qu Yu laughed and deepened the kiss: "If you want to thank me, you can't just thank me for this, brother is too stingy."

Know what he's implying again.

Jing Rong shook his head, feeling a little helpless: "What's on your mind all day long?"

"It's brother."

"Grumpy."

"My favorite brother."

"Stop it, you can stop."

"Brother is the best."

"It's over for you."

……

The two left holding hands, their backs stretched very long.

No one noticed that a certain figure moved not far away, and a pair of eyes of jealousy and hatred stared at their distant figure.

--

Facts have proved that Qu Yu's method of appeasement is still very effective.

When it was time to perform on stage, Jing Rong was not so nervous and completed the performance exceptionally smoothly.

When the whole play was over, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and all the actors stood up and bowed to the audience.

"It's finally over, and no one is going to wake me up tomorrow morning."

"Let's have some skewers tonight, and relax."

"I was scared to death on stage just now. I almost forgot my words. Why are there so many people?"

"Don't look at who is the protagonist, there must be many people."

"It's too scary. If I were the protagonist, I'd be scared to death. The pressure is too great."

……

There was a lot of noise around, and everyone relaxed.

After the play is over, all that remains is to find time to have a break-up meal, get together and get together, and then get together to perform a new work if they are destined.

After changing the costume, Zhang Yuhan called the support staff to help move everything back to the rehearsal room. As for the others, they either had to take off their make-up first, or drink water to rest.

Jing Rong was handed a bottle of mineral water, but the kind-hearted man sat down beside him without leaving.

"How does it feel?" Qu Yu asked.

On stage just now, the two of them were the most stressed, with the most lines and emotional changes.

Fortunately, they didn't make any mistakes, and they completed the performance relatively satisfactorily, which can be regarded as a complete end.

Jing Rong knew that he was asking what it was like to perform, so after thinking about it, he raised his head and took a few sips of water.

He showed a smile: "I feel comfortable physically and mentally."

That's it, when he was immersed in Chen Luoshu's world, he became another person, and lived another life in such a short period of time, it was indeed a very comfortable feeling.

"Since I'm happy with the performance, shouldn't I reward Teacher Jing's number one fanboy?" Qu Yu looked at him eagerly.

Jing Rong almost choked, his ears turned red.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, he gently pulled Quyu's ear,

"...It's weird to call it random."

The author has something to say: Gougou: A little genius named after nothing special

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