Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

I don't know, how long he can really stay in this barren mountain and mountain with no entertainment facilities?

Don't want Mo Zheng to help me because I laughed, Mo Zheng went deep in the mountains with his guitar on his back early the next morning.

He didn't come back in the evening.

Xiaoxiao couldn't help asking Junya: "Junya, do you know where Mo Zheng has gone?"

"I don't know, I only heard that he was looking for inspiration, but I don't know where to look."

"Oh." Xiaoxiao responded in a low voice, and looked out.

Seeing her appearance, Junya couldn't help but smile: "Would you like to call him and ask?"

"No need. He is so big and will take care of himself."

"That's not necessarily. Mo Zheng has been loved by his parents since he was a child, and he has always liked singing. He has no life experience. In case something happens in the mountains..." Jun Ya said more alarmistly, "Or mountain torrents and mudslides... "

Smiled and bit his lip.

Thinking about picking up his phone, Mo Zheng came back with his guitar on his back.

The look on the smiling face was obviously relieved, and she said to Junya: "I have gone to Director Li, and I have an appointment with Director Li tonight to learn the shots.

Junya could see her expression.

Speaking of it, Mo Zheng gets along with Xiaoxiao normally, and Xiaoxiao's feeling towards him has also changed.

Seeing Junya smiling, Mo Zheng walked over and said, "Junya, is there anything good? See you smiling so brilliantly."

"It's not me, but you have something good."

"Me? What good do I have?" Mo Zheng was a little strange.

Junya didn't say it clearly, but just dropped a sentence: "You will know then." Then she left.

Mo Zheng was a little strange: "What is the secret of the gods?"

For several days Mo Zheng would go out early and return late to gather inspiration and find inspiration.

Most of his songs are written and composed by himself, and the effect is very good every time.

So talented and self-willed, the company can only let him come by temperament.

Mo Zheng went to the mountains, smiling although he didn't say anything on the surface.

But it was on my mind.

It was okay when I was busy shooting, but the busy time passed.

But she always has time to relax.

When I was free, I couldn't help thinking about it, worried that he would encounter any danger.

Just thinking about it, someone shouted: "It's going to rain! Get things! Get equipment!"

The staff was busy collecting the open-air equipment and taking it into the built shed.

In a short while, the weather changed and heavy rain came.

Xiaoxiao was worried now, and stood at the door looking out.

"Director Ling, it's raining!" Someone pulled her in and pulled her in.

But Mo Zheng's figure has not yet appeared.

Smiled and ran to find Junya: "Junya, Mo Zheng really hasn't come back today! Will anything happen in the heavy rain?"

"I called him and I haven't gotten through. If he doesn't come back in a while, there are locals here, I ask them to help find them." Junya comforted.

Xiaoxiao had no choice but to nod first.

For a while, there was a voice outside, and someone said, "Mo Zheng is back."

Mo Zheng is the big red here. When he comes back, someone will naturally call out.

Xiaoxiao hurriedly ran over there, only to see blood on both of Mo Zheng's legs.

He was wet all over, his jacket took off and wrapped around the guitar, but he was soaked.

Smiled with a sore nose, rushed forward, and held him: "What's the matter with you? Is it important for you or the guitar? What happened to your legs?"