Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub

In the evening, the wind was a bit weaker, but the rain did not stop. Zhou Quan came over halfway through and said that Cheng Yu had called him. Duan Congzhi remembered that he had not notified Cheng Yu.

I said a word of sorry in my heart, and sent a message to Cheng Yu. Wherever Cheng Yu dares to blame him, it's okay to hurry back and be fine.

Duan Congzhi remembered Cheng Yu again about Qin Ke's loss of contact.

Qin Ke came with the driver, the assistant stayed in Yangcheng, and the nearest company under the Qin family was there. His mobile phone is indeed with the assistant most of the time. In fact, there are very few people who can call him directly. Basically, he needs to dial out, and more often they communicate through various documents.

Qin Ke doesn't have any friends to communicate with. There are no peers who can sit on an equal footing with him, and peers cannot speak in front of him.

He has no time to make friends, nor friends to get together because of hobbies, only partners, and his social life is closely tied to his identity.

Who wouldn't praise him for being young and promising, saying that there are successors in the Qin family.

From Duan Congzhi's view, boredom is really bored.

For Qin Ke, the communication function of the mobile phone is not necessary, and the entertainment function is optional, but it is still a bit strange to say that it is thrown away.

"Did you mean it?"

Qin Ke raised his eyes to look at him, and Duan Congzhi felt that he was thinking too much.

For everyone, Qin Ke braved the typhoon to come to him like this is already very out of the ordinary, should not be able to do this kind of deliberately throwing the phone to the assistant.

Maybe it was really just unexpected.

There is only one bed in the bedroom, a double bed measuring 1.5 meters wide.

This is not the first time they have slept together. Duan Congzhi still remembers Qin Ke's habit of reading before going to bed. He doesn't have any paper books, and the only thing he can read on paper is scripts.

He handed the scrolled script to Qin Ke, and lay down beside him with his mobile phone. First, he walked in his own Super Talk familiarly for a while, then quietly glanced at the people around him after he exited.

Qin Ke leaned on the head of the bed, and didn't know how he did it. He was clearly leaning, or it gave people an elegant and dignified feeling. He was holding the script in his left hand and flipping the right hand. The flipping frequency was very high, but there was no sound.

This gesture brought Duan Congzhi's dream back to five years ago.

He had chickenpox and fever, and he couldn't help but tickling. Other people couldn't help him, and he could quickly untie him if Ying Shu emptied his hands and feet.

Uncle Ying didn't really want to tie him up. It was impossible to tie him tightly. Doctor Fang came over to give him medicine every day, and he repeatedly told him not to scratch, as he would leave scars if he scratched.

Duan Congzhi nodded perfunctorily, but he was thinking of me as a big man. What is it to leave a scar?

In the end, Qin Ke took him back to the bedroom and watched him sleep for three days in person.

At that time, he had no thoughts about Qin Ke that he shouldn't have, lying on a bed, and didn't have any other thoughts. Thinking of asking Qin Ke to let him go back, it was too much for Qin Ke to watch him sleep.

Qin Ke leaned on the bedside to read, Duan Congzhi stretched out his hand under the bed while he didn't pay attention, and Qin Ke grabbed his wrist before he touched his neck.

Duan Congzhi had to endure it, the more he endured it, the more uncomfortable he felt. It seemed that his whole body began to itch. He quietly stretched out his hand again and was caught by Qin Ke again.

Duan Congzhi didn't believe in evil. At first, he wanted to scratch it, but later it was purely to test Qin Ke. As soon as he shifted his attention, he didn't feel that itching anymore.

No matter how many times he tried, Qin Ke could grasp his wrist accurately, and Duan Congzhi suspected that he was not reading the book seriously.

After watching it for about half an hour, Qin Ke turned off the light and stuffed Duan Congzhi into the quilt. The only exit was suppressed by Qin Ke.

Duan Congzhi:...

He was restricted in movement, but he didn't have a mouth, so he tossed Qin Ke when he couldn't move. He had no fear of Qin Ke, so he called his name directly.

"Qin Ke."

"Qin Ke..."

"Qin Ke!"

"Qin—Ke—"

Qin Ke responded to him at first, and let him shout at the second call.

After yelling, Duan Congzhi felt a little boring, and licked his lips and started calling people: "Qin Ke, I'm a little thirsty."

Normal people should be a little temperamental after being so tossed, Qin Ke didn't, he still looks like that. When I turned on the lamp Duan Congzhi and saw his expression, I knew that the plan to annoy him and let him let him go back would not work.

Water was placed by the bed, and Duan Congzhi was trapped by him with a quilt. Qin Ke took the water but did not let him out, but helped him up and let him drink with a straw.

Duan Congzhi looked at the straw and understood that Qin Ke came here prepared.

After half an hour, Qin Ke put down the script and was about to go to bed. Duan Congzhi reached out and turned off the light, and suddenly asked him, "Why come to Yuncheng suddenly?"

In the darkness, Duan Congzhi heard Qin Ke say: "Come and see you."

Not because of Uncle Ying, not because of glutinous rice balls, but because he wanted to come.

Duan Congzhi was satisfied, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Qin Ke's sleeping posture is very standard, what kind of sleep he sleeps and what he wakes up.

Duan Congzhi lay beside him. When he opened his eyes, the quilt had already slipped to his waist. He grabbed a handful of it and suddenly remembered that Qin Ke was on his bed.

The rain didn't know when it stopped, the sky was already bright, and the light came in through the lattice windows lined with frosted glass. Duan Congzhi carefully turned his head to look at the people around him.

He actually wanted to do something, but Qin Ke felt very light. He was afraid that people would wake up, so he just looked at him.

Qin Ke's eyelashes moved lightly, and Duan Congzhi quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. When Qin Ke got up, he opened his eyes casually and yawned to get up with him.

Qin Ke's clothes yesterday hung on the drying rack. They were dry or crumpled.

None of them know how to wash clothes by themselves. Duan Congzhi can wash clothes during this period of time by himself, because the clothes are of low price, good quality, and can withstand the washing of the drum washing machine.

So Qin Ke still wore his nightgown.

The typhoon came fast, and went fast, as if it was just a whim on the way to come to the land to be a guest, and after leaving the mess all over the land, he patted his **** without reluctance and left.

The temperature is lower than the previous few days, but the air is particularly good.

Qin Ke's assistant arrived at noon. This assistant Duan Congzhi hadn't seen him, but he obviously knew Duan Congzhi, and he yelled Duan Shao when he saw him.

Then ask him to bring in President Qin's clothes.

Duan Congzhi took a look at him, and it was quite possible.

After losing contact for a few hours yesterday, Duan Congzhi made people look into it with great fanfare. Now it is estimated that Mr. Qin knows about it.

All of these follow-ups need to be handled by Qin Ke. After the assistant brought the computer over, he handled related matters in the bedroom.

Hu Xuze didn't know where he was, but one of Duan Cong went out for a stroll.

The filming location of the crew was affected a bit and could not start shooting immediately. He needed to go and clean up. He also took a look and said he wanted to help, but was rushed back.

When he wandered back to the yard, Xue Ping’s phone arrived. He asked him how he was here, and after he was sure that Duan Congzhi was safe, he told him something about work. Then he casually mentioned Lin Han and said he had answered him. A Xianxia drama, a self-produced drama by Nebula, is said to have invested hundreds of millions of dollars.

Duan Congzhi listened to him as if he was not optimistic: "What's wrong with this play?"

"Web drama."

Needless to say, Duan Congzhi also understands that hundreds of millions of people are also web dramas. When Lin Han goes to play web dramas, even the hero is going backwards.

If it can be fired, it's fine. If this kind of hero's fairy-xia drama is able to fire, it will really burn high incense.

What is Lin Han thinking?

Xue Ping said: "It doesn't matter how the drama is. The most important thing is to stabilize the fans first. You are the second man who asked Jian, and he has to declare a hero."

Transcision has carefully prepared a series for many years, and it is really hard to find a crew of the same level. Lin Han can pass a high-investment one.

Xue Ping's tone is not very sure: "There may be something wrong with their company."

Duan Congzhi sighed with his agility, and said casually: "There are so many young masters in the Lin family, maybe the other one doesn't like him and their brothers are fighting for power."

Xue Ping thoughtfully.

Last night, Duan Congzhi said that Qin Ke should live with him first, and he has no intention of finding another room for him. Even if Qin Ke didn't tell Duan Congzhi, he could tell Zhou Quan and the others that someone would do it for him, but he didn't.

Duan Congzhi put the word "happy" on his face, and took a bath and went to bed before eight o'clock to prepare for bed.

When the assistant came over, he brought everything with him. Qin Ke had his own book to read today. Duan Congzhi glanced at it. It seemed to be a book, which looked chaotic, and wrote in Japanese.

Duan Congzhi has learned a little Japanese, tried to read two lines, and quickly gave up. The difference between handwriting and printing is quite big. The person who writes this character should be casual. Anyway, Duan Congzhi looks at this note and reads the prescription. .

Qin Ke did not turn the page for a long time. Duan Congzhi realized that he was waiting for him to read it, and waved his hand to indicate that he did not need to: "I can't understand."

"where?"

Duan Congzhi was interested in reading this book, but he was very interested in reading with Qin Ke. He rubbed Qin Ke's side, sat down next to him, and pointed somewhere on the book: " This sentence."

Behaved like a primary school student who doesn't order anything.

Qin Ke read it to him, and Duan Congzhi felt that the handwriting was not difficult to read. After reading a few pages, Duan Congzhi knew that this was probably the notes of a certain business man.

With him dragging his feet, Qin Ke had only turned a dozen pages in the past half an hour, but it was still early today, and I could read it for a while. Duan Congzhi didn't bother him anymore, and Qin Ke turned the book faster.

He remembered what Xue Ping had said to him during the day. Lin Han was a little wrong with the scene. Did Lin Yu move something? With such a large investment, even Nebula can't easily take it out. If this drama is hit, it will be a big blow to Nebula.

"Do you know Lin Yu?"

Qin Ke didn't look up, "I know."

"Then you say, Lin Han is against him, who will win?"

Duan Congzhi was sitting next to Qin Ke just now to read a book, and now he turned his head and almost touched him.

Qin Ke slowly turned the pages of the book with his fingers, and did not answer him immediately, but turned his head and glanced at him.

This kind of conversation before going to bed is common among couples, and it is indescribable to them.

They got a little closer, and Duan Congzhi realized this and was going to step back a little bit, and Qin Ke turned back and looked down again.

He looked at the crooked line chart on the page, and said lightly: "Lin Yu."

Because of Qin Ke's acquiescence, Duan Congzhi kept this posture unchanged, and began to have nothing to say: "Then who do you think the Lin family will fall into?"

"do not know."

"What else do you know?"

Qin Ke was lost for a moment, but Duan Congzhi didn't notice it. After waiting for a while before he could speak, he gently pulled his sleeve.

Qin Ke said that he closed the book and answered him: "The variables are too great."

Duan Congzhi laughed: "Are you mocking Lin Hong for having many illegitimate children?"

Qin Ke did not answer: "...Go to sleep."