[Entertainment circle] How can the enemy be late and affectionate

Mingzhiwu hung up his phone slowly, and his vehicle drove at top speed in the darkness.

Tonight, there are still some things that the company has not dealt with.

Xie Chenyan stood behind the floor-to-ceiling windows holding the cup of Wen Baikai, his eyes flickering.He watched Mingzhiwu walk away, and watched the downstairs completely dark and silent.

Then, he slowly pressed his slender hands into his heart. For example, now that he is indifferent, he wants to be embraced by that person even more, and to strangle that person into his own flesh and blood.

Xie Chenyan slowly put down his hand, hanging down to his leg, and slowly walked into his bedroom with the glass of water in his hand.

"Pa-ta." The living room instantly became pitch black, except for the dim yellow table lamp by Xie Chenyan's bedside, there was no longer any light anywhere.

Xie Chenyan submerged one hand into the thin quilt, his breathing became moist and humid with the ups and downs of the quilt, the air was so sticky that one dared not stay for a long time.

His face was covered with a thin layer of blush, like the best rouge on the market, and his already picturesque face became even more radiant and extraordinary.

But he didn't make a sound.

After a while, he stretched out his hand from under the quilt, and took a paper towel in the other hand and wiped it carefully under the small dim light.

He sank into the bed, and after a while, he went to the bathroom.

"President Ming, we're here." Jie Xian parked the car, and then woke up the man who was sitting on the back seat with his eyes closed.

"En." Mingzhiwu opened his eyes almost instantly.

After watching Ming Zhiwu's back disappear from his sight, Jie Xian restarted the car and returned to his residence.

Ming Zhiwu returned home, turned on all the lights, and then went to the bathroom with a change of slippers.

After a while, the sound of running water in the bathroom stopped.

Ming Zhiwu stood in front of the bathroom mirror, he was completely naked and hadn't wrapped himself in a bath towel yet.

The man in the mirror is tall and handsome.

The traces left by the drunken chaos of that day have almost disappeared now, just like the memory left by that day, it seems that it has become shallow with the passage of time.

Ming Zhiwu's deep eyes looked at himself in the mirror seriously.

He raised his wrist, it was the place where Xie Chenyan had tugged before, there were obviously no traces on it, but he still seemed to be able to feel the feeling of Xie Chenyan's cold skin tightly attached to it.

When Xie Chenyan grabbed him today, he vaguely felt that Xie Chenyan looked a little different from the one he knew before, but the difference disappeared too quickly, it was completely like his own illusion.

Perhaps, this is indeed my own illusion.

Without thinking about it, he put down his hand, took a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist, before leaving the bathroom.

There are less than three days left before joining the film crew. Xie Chenyan rarely goes out these days. During the audition, the lines and scripts they got were only a small part of the whole script. Now that the audition was successful, they got it. For the whole part of the script, he still needs to get in touch with this character.

Jinpin also consciously didn't bother Xie Chenyan. After all, this was the first TV series Xie Chenyan received. He was very happy to see Xie Chenyan working so hard.

In the past few days, because Jinpin was too self-conscious, he never came to bother Xie Chenyan, so he didn't know at all that Xie Chenyan's three meals a day were actually in charge of Ming Zhiwu, the dignified president of the Ming family.

Mingzhiwu didn't define his behavior of coming to Xie Chenyan's apartment to cook three meals a day, and Xie Chenyan didn't open his mouth to ask.

The relationship between the two of them is either that Xie Chenyan stays quietly in the living room and reads the script, while Ming Zhiwu in the kitchen cooks vegetables and soup in an orderly manner, or the two of them sit quietly at the dining table, with only chopsticks touching each other. The sound of touching a porcelain bowl.

Maybe it's because the food Mingzhiwu cooked in the past few days is very nutritious, Xie Chenyan's face, which was originally lacklustre, gradually became a little rosy.

"Today, thank you again." When Mingzhiwu was carrying a trash bag to open Xie Chenyan's door as usual, Xie Chenyan also said thank you according to the usual practice, but the gentle and gentle tone, after all, was he listening? There is something different in Mingzhiwu's ears.

So he paused the hand that was originally on the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked out with the garbage bag.

Xie Chen watched sullenly as the door slowly closed, then took out a glass of red wine, poured himself half a glass, but didn't take a sip.Not long after, the doorbell rang.

Xie Chenyan walked over slowly with strides, through the cat's eyes, he saw Ming Zhiwu who should have already left.

Every time before, Mingzhiwu would take the garbage downstairs of the day and then leave. This is the first time he went back and forth.

Xie Chenyan flashed the light in the depths of his eyes, and his thin bangs gently pressed against his forehead. He slowly stretched out his hand and opened the door.

"Awu, why are you back?" Xie Chenyan said first.

"I lost my car keys." Mingzhiwu's face was calm, and his voice was low, which Xie Chenyan always felt.The speech is very nice, other people's speech comes from the throat, but Mingzhiwu's speech seems to come from the body, with the thick feeling like a violin, it can easily shake people's hearts.

Xie Chenyan turned sideways slightly, and let Mingzhiwu walk in. Did you lose the car key? In this way, it seems that this person will have to rest in his apartment tonight, but... there is only one person in his apartment. bed,

Both of them stood in the living room, and neither of them spoke first.

Xie Chenyan picked up the red wine glass he put on the coffee table, took a small sip, and then said slowly: "I only have one bed here, so..."

Ming Zhiwu replied in a calm voice: "I sleep on the sofa."

Xie Chen nodded annoyed, what he wanted to say just now was also the same sentence, you sleep on the sofa.

"I have extra quilts, but you need to get them yourself." After Xie Chenyan finished speaking, he walked towards his bedroom. Mingzhiwu stood in place for a while, and then followed steadily.

The overall tone of Xie Chenyan's room is a very cold blue, which is completely different from how he feels to others. In Ming Zhiwu's impression, Xie Chenyan should be an extremely gentle man, reserved and gentle, like a A light and elegant chrysanthemum that is left behind and independent.

Mingzhiwu stretched out his hand, and took the clean quilt that smelled like sunshine.