The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

"For dessert, a brownie."

"OK, just a second."

The waiter respectfully took the menu in his hand, and then gently closed the door of the private room.

"I called you in the morning, and you still dare to refuse me," Guan Mingli stretched his waist, with a look of embarrassment, "Why did you come to me all of a sudden?"

Wu Xingyan, who was sitting opposite him, brushed his fingers across the edge of the cup indifferently, without saying a word.

"To be honest, I didn't expect that you would be caught in bed by me one day." Guan Mingli gasped in amazement, and said to himself, "I didn't even expect that a small screenwriter would dare to let you go!" You pigeon hahahaha!"

Laughing so proudly, he still didn't forget to slap the table loudly.

"Don't laugh, you're panicking." Wu Xingyan rubbed his ears helplessly, and when he mentioned this, he couldn't help feeling depressed, "I didn't catch the rape in bed."

Fortunately, this private room is soundproof, otherwise it would be a shame.

It was a rare time for Guan Mingli to see Wu Xingyan depressed, just like discovering the New World, he almost got out of breath from laughing, coughed for a while, his face flushed, and he patted his chest for a long time before continuing: "Okay, okay, if you say no, you won't." .”

He blinked his sly eyes, and said ambiguously, "Catching in the office."

Wu Xingyan glanced at him as a warning, and continued: "Don't talk about it," he paused, "It will be the first seven in a few days... I don't understand this, so please help me."

Guan Mingli raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then let out a soft snort: "I've become someone like you..."

"He's walking in such a hurry..." Wu Xingyan rubbed the rim of the cup with his fingertips subconsciously, "I don't want people who don't open their eyes to disturb him that day."

"Perhaps you are also a blind eye to him?"

His lips parted, his eyelids drooped, and it took him a long time to reply: "I'm different."

"To a dead person, you are no different from them, they are all strangers who can speak and breathe."

"Shut up." Wu Xingyan frowned, his face a little ugly.

Guan Mingli shrugged: "OK, don't mention him."

He tugged at the tie, loosening it a little, as if he thought it was strangling his neck, and then he said, "I wish your little bedmate would help you a little bit, at least not so deep."

"..."

He saw that Wu Xingyan was silent for a long time, and finally he raised his head and said slowly, "You know what? No matter who you are in this world, no one can compare to the dead man you mentioned."

There was silence all around.

There was a knock at the door, and the waiter came in and gently put down the dessert. Guan Mingli forced a smile to the waiter, and took out a one hundred piece from his wallet and handed it over as a tip.

During this meal, he never mentioned that 'person' again.

Since Fang Ningjie received this month's rent reminder bill, he couldn't sleep because of worry.

He took his ID card to Yinhang to change the password of Yinhang card, but when he inserted the Yinhang card into the ATM, his eyeballs almost fell out.

Inquiring balance...

Your balance: 20.

"I'm not dreaming, am I?" Fang Ningjie withdrew the card and tried the other three or four cards one by one.

But basically the balance is controlled within double digits, and there is another card that deducted more than 300 yuan.

Fang Ningjie could only put away a bunch of cards in embarrassment, avoiding the strange eyes of the people in line behind.

What the hell are you doing with so many cards if you don’t have the money? !Is it fun?Couldn't it be for a card case...?

With complicated eyes, he put the cards back into the card case bought by the original owner. The gold plate on the card case almost blinded him, and he knew it was a high-end product just by the stitching and workmanship.

I'm sorry big brother, I forgot that people are hard to break.

But what do you want this leather for? It's cool to pretend to be a b, and it's a pity for the bill.

He lowered his head and turned on the phone, several messages popped up, two of which were from Cai Jin.

蔡进

Brother, the renter just called again to ask for rent, how much do you have?I have eight hundred here.

蔡进

How about I call back and tell my dad to get some money on my card.

Fang Ningjie had a headache when he thought of his card bag. When he went out, he swore that he would check the balance of Yin Hang card and pay as much as he could, so he felt embarrassed to call now.

President Wu

Tonight at 08:30, my home.

Fang Ningjie: "...?"

What does it mean?It can't be... that... right?

The time showed that it was past one o'clock in the afternoon yesterday, and he had been busy catching up with the outline for the past few days, only sleeping four or five hours a day, and spending the rest of the time lying in front of the computer typing, not paying attention to his text messages at all.

Fang Ningjie hesitated for a long time, thinking of the embarrassment of having no money now, he still shook his hands and dialed the number that was still unfamiliar to him.

The phone rang twice, and a cold female voice came: "Hi, I'm Wu Xingyan's assistant. What can I do?"

"Ah..." Fang Ningjie opened and closed his mouth for a long time, "No, nothing."

Suddenly a voice with doubts came in from the microphone: "What's wrong?"

He still remembered the voice, it was Wu Xingyan!

"I'm Fang, Fang Ningjie!" He quickly announced his name, his face burned up, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest, "I have something to do with Mr. Wu!!"

"Xingyan, there is a Mr. Fang Ningjie looking for you."

The sound of footsteps came from the microphone, and then it rang for a while, and then Wu Xingyan's magnetic voice came from inside: "Is there something wrong?"

Fang Ningjie let out a sigh of relief when he heard his voice, and was inexplicably relieved, but then he stuttered and couldn't speak a whole sentence, "I, I think, you, no, uh..."

He faltered and hawed for a long time, and he felt uncomfortable listening to it. In the end, he had no choice but to shut up silently, while despising his stupidity, while waiting for the other party to hang up the phone impatiently.

But Wu Xingyan didn't.

He waited quietly without speaking, and the sound of breathing came through the microphone, showing more indistinct emotions.

Fang Ningjie was shaking while holding the phone, and it showed one minute and two seconds.

At one minute and five seconds, he finally opened his mouth. Although his words were still intermittent, he could at least make a sentence: "Mr. That, that short, text message."

Wu Xingyan smiled slightly while holding the phone.

Fang Ningjie was stunned for a moment.

"I see." Wu Xingyan cleared his throat.

"You, what's wrong with your voice?" Fang Ningjie originally wanted to talk about borrowing money, but before he could turn his head around, he said it first.

What does the sound of someone's voice have to do with you?Just mind your own business and eat more farts, okay?

Fang Ningjie regretfully wanted to bite his tongue and kill himself.

"I just finished recording the song, and my throat feels a little uncomfortable."

Wu Xingyan answered every question. Although his voice was a little hoarse, he had a charming charm.

"Oh... oh." Fang Ningjie replied sullenly twice, a little sighing that he is indeed a good prince and has such a good temper.

Wu Xingyan took the water handed over by the assistant, moved the phone a little away, and took a few sips before continuing: "Do you have time tonight?"

"Ah, yes."

Fang Ningjie let out a breath, then switched hands to hold the microphone, trying to reduce a little nervousness: "I have something to tell you tonight."

"Okay, come to my house."

Wu Xingyan agreed so readily that Fang Ningjie wondered if he was just waiting for this sentence, "Okay, I'll go at seven o'clock in the evening."

"Seven o'clock? Are you eating at my place?" Wu Xingyan asked with some doubts.

This sentence immediately made Fang Ningjie embarrassed, he was a little embarrassed: "Oh...then I will go at eight o'clock..."

Wu Xingyan heard his emotions, a little helpless, but also a little funny: "I'm asking you, if I want to come to eat, I will buy more bags of instant noodles."

"..." Fang Ningjie also laughed along with him, and said with some embarrassment, "I was hungry that day."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you at night, and I have to go to the company later, so I'll hang up first." Wu Xingyan said softly.

Fang Ningjie said hello, and then put down the phone.

Wu Xingyan was as expected in the industry, gentle and personable, and he couldn't bear to embarrass him.

He sighed, thinking about the script he had just finished writing the outline of, and a wave of hope for the future arose again...

Wait, how did Wu Xingyan know that he hasn't eaten at seven o'clock?Hey... so strange.

Wu Xingyan did not cook a pot of instant noodles for him.

As an actor, Wu Xingyan and the assistants around him paid attention to his healthy diet. The villa was just Wu Xingyan's cave, and the instant noodles were just kept in the refrigerator for the occasion.

Wu Xingyan personally cooked a table of red Sichuan dishes for him, and even prepared a glass of warm water for him.

When Fang Ningjie saw the steaming dishes and Wu Rabbit sitting at the table waiting for him, he was almost moved to tears.