Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Sleepy."

Bo Bing squinted, his voice unusually tired. He shrank into the bed, making room for one person to sleep. "If you want to sleep, you should sleep for a while. Otherwise, how can you sit still?"

I really admire that.

Bo Bing didn't think he could sit there for almost five hours.

Yin Su tilted his head slightly, his bright, amorous peach blossom eyes sparkling.

"I didn't expect my godfather to care about me so much," he said. He obediently took off his coat and shirt as well. It would be a lie to say he wasn't tired after sitting for so long, but he always kept his facial expressions on point for the recording.

"You are the only one who has many things to do."

Bo Bing heard a soft rustling sound, opened her eyes and glanced at it, but didn't care. She simply tossed the blanket over to him, saying, "Set an alarm so we don't both oversleep."

Yin Su paused for a moment, then obediently crawled into bed.

“I’ve placed the order,” he tapped on his phone screen, “in half an hour.”

Bo Bing closed her eyes with peace of mind.

"Why not set a more specific time..." Bo Bing complained.

Yin Su found it somewhat amusing, and under the covers, he gently rubbed Bo Bing's wrist as if to comfort her.

“I told you to finish your meal before you go to sleep, but you never listen to me.”

A seductive voice rang out.

"Alright, take your hand off me," Bo Bing had the illusion that she was being lectured like a junior. She pulled her wrist away, turned around, and said firmly, "Shut up!"

"Oh," Yin Su obediently withdrew his hand, "After eating, we need to rest and warm up for a while..."

The black-haired youth did not reply to him.

Yin Su could only stare at the back of the young man's head and sigh in resignation.

Bo Bing seemed to have gotten used to his adopted son sleeping next to him.

I slept very soundly.

— She didn’t even realize that she had unconsciously turned around and rested her head in the other person’s arms.

The actor, half-asleep, felt the warmth in the arms of the young man and became slightly more awake. Realizing that the other man had "thrown himself into his arms," ​​he almost instantly suppressed the urge to violently wake the young man and crush him.

Yin Su's self-control, which he was so proud of, was astonishing; he merely put his arm around the other person's waist lightly.

It feels great, but it's a little thin.

Yin Su thought.

This was inevitable; the creature had been surviving on a feeding tube for the past month, and even when awake, it was only on a liquid diet, plus its muscles had atrophied slightly...

I feel so sorry for her.

The man's nose was filled with the faint scent of soap emanating from the other person.

He could clearly see the dark circles under Bo Bing's eyes. The sleeping fellow was behaving obediently, but he could glimpse a chilling, terrifying ferocity emanating from the depths of his soul once those snake eyes opened.

—Feng Tianhan is Feng Tianhan.

Even when living in someone else's body, even when asleep, he still has this weary face with a cold edge.

Yin Su stared at the beauty mark under Bo Bing's eye.

She has the exact same beauty mark under her eye as Feng Tianhan.

It's truly amazing, a rebirth full of miracles and secrets.

However, his adoptive father did not want to talk about it, and Yin Su was also unwilling to pry into the other party's bottom line—he was also afraid that his adoptive father would be wiped out by the heavens after "revealing the secrets of heaven."

There might be a reason why his adoptive father didn't tell him the things. Yin Su had already investigated everything he could, and he couldn't ask about anything he couldn't find out.

Perhaps even now, his adoptive father still doesn't believe him.

But so what?

As long as he has any use, his adoptive father can't live without him.

The young man's soft breathing tickled the man's heart. Yin Su couldn't bear to wake him, so he secretly sat up and turned off the alarm clock.

Yin Su was a staunch atheist, but at this moment, he did indeed waver somewhat.

"If there really is a God in this world," Yin Su knelt by the bed, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes devoutly, "I beg you, give him to me."

This is merely a small wish of God's creation.

Xiao Peilin arrived just in time; Yin Su had already showered and gotten dressed.

The assistant glanced at the sleeping young man on the bed, then looked at his boss, who was in a good mood and unpacking a plastic bag, and stood beside him, lost in thought.

Having overheard Yin Su and the other person's conversation, Bo Bing woke up.

Xiao Peilin stopped talking, looking at Bo Bing, who was neatly dressed and getting up, with some doubt.

Bo Bing didn't explain. She naturally reached for Yin Su's phone, paused for a moment, glanced at the time on Yin Su's phone, and realized that she had slept for an hour and her energy had recovered a lot.

Xiao Peilin hadn't yet realized that Bo Bing had been looking at her boss's phone.

"When was this taken?"

Bo Bing took Yin Su's phone and casually tossed it into his arms, saying, "I changed it."

On the clearly visible lock screen, a tall, aloof man in a dark bespoke suit stands on the red carpet, behind the cordon set up by his black-clad bodyguards, staring intently at the camera.

Xiao Peilin shivered.

It's that person.

—If people were ranked, that person would undoubtedly be at the very top of the pyramid.

Xiao Peilin had only met Feng Tianhan a few times, and even on the few occasions when he stood behind Yin Su, he was overwhelmed by the latter's imposing aura.

He also knew that this was a no-go zone for his superiors.

This trainee is somewhat ungrateful.

But his boss didn't seem to blame him; instead, he spoke in a language he couldn't understand.

"It's just a keepsake," Yin Su smiled naturally, put away her phone, and served him some food. "Sometimes I still miss my former godfather."

"what ever."

Bo Bing paused as she reached for some food. "Words you shouldn't say should stay inside."

"I understand, I won't tell," Yin Su smiled and gestured for the dazed Xiao Peilin to sit down and eat. "He's one of us, you can ask him for help if you need anything."

Xiao Peilin looked at the two guys doing tai chi on the sides, completely bewildered. His superior's indulgence of this young trainee was something to be particularly concerned about.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Peilin. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

Since the boss intends for me to build a good relationship with Bo Bing, I don't need to be too disrespectful.

"I know you."

Bo Bing nodded as well.

The three of them started to eat.

This is the first time Bo Bing has eaten non-liquid food, of course, the tasteless instant noodles from last night don't count.

The food enters the mouth.

Bo Bing's temples bulged with veins almost instantly.

He frowned, carefully savoring several dishes, then glanced discreetly at Yin Su, who ate with elegant manners, and Xiao Peilin, who was enjoying his meal.

He tentatively reached for the Sichuan-style stir-fry he liked.

Bo Bing forced herself to calm down and popped the chili pepper into her mouth.

The nose could smell a strong spiciness, but the tongue only felt a faint pain.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Wait a minute," Yin Su also noticed Bo Bing's abnormality, stood up, took out a tissue and gently put it to Bo Bing's mouth, "That's a bird's eye chili, not a dish, spit it out quickly."

The young man looked up and expressionlessly spat out the chewed chili pepper.

This is the price you pay for forcibly replacing addiction to illegal drugs.

It's a pity.

Alpha's prompt echoed in my mind.

"The dishes were all ordered according to your preferences. Is it not good?"

Yin Su remembered the other party's tastes clearly, and the dishes were all prepared by private restaurants. He had no other problems eating them.

"No," Bo Bing laughed self-deprecatingly.

The man stood helplessly to the side, feeling a chill run down his spine as he watched the young man's smile turn to despair.

Suddenly I heard what the other person was saying.

A muffled thunderclap struck my mind.

“Yin Su”.

"I've put my sense of taste on the scales."