Everyone says we're tying up the hype

Lin Jingzhuo changed his standing position, rested for five seconds at the door of Wenliang Room, and then raised his hand to knock on the door again.

The pampered and proud Lin is very sure that he, Mr. Wen, will never refuse to open the door for him.

But the ruthless facts hit his handsome face.

I don't know if it was out of breath or if he was too calm and suffocated his body. After returning to his room, Lin Jingzhuo took a shower, took out a bottle of cold mineral water from the refrigerator, drank it, and stood in front of the window. Just calm down.

The hotel booked by the program team was very good, with large French windows facing the sea.

Lin Jingzhuo stood in front of the window with one hand on his hips, staring at the black clouds and ink-like sea, took a deep breath, and picked up his phone.

The wechat interface on the phone was still stuck on a message "Mr. Wen, please open the door" sent by Lin Jingzhuo 25 minutes ago.

And An Yuan, who just came out of the opposite door when he heard his knock on the door, had a question mark on his face: "What's the matter with Old Wen? There was no movement after entering."

Lin Jingzhuo was sure that he would not take a quick shower for more than 10 minutes.

With Wen Liang's state of being in such a state just now, it is impossible to fall asleep in such a short period of time, and fall asleep to the point where Lin Jingzhuo didn't come out to beat someone when Lin Jingzhuo knocked on the door as nervously as Sheldon.

I don't even think about it.

The only possibility is that the people inside don't want to open it.

Lin Jingzhuo took another deep breath and threw the phone on the bed.

The black piano surface throws a beautiful semi-circular arc in mid-air, perfectly falling into the gap between the pillow and two soft pillows.

But just as it landed perfectly, Lin Jingzhuo fidgeted with his hands and pulled his hair into a big back, the phone screen lit up at the same time as the lightning outside.

What followed was the ringing of the phone that exploded like thunder in the silent room.

Lin Jingzhuo's temper at this time was really not good. He copied a pillow from the sofa and threw it directly on the bed. He stood by the window, thinking about the distribution of air pressure and wind belts in his mind. picture.

Who knew that the phone call was not finished after reciting it, and when Lin Jingzhuo started reciting the Qing emperor's almanac again, the phone rang again after it had stopped for 2 minutes.

Lin Jingzhuo finally couldn't hold back, and burst out a rough sentence, walked over quickly and fished out his mobile phone from the window crack, and when he picked it up, he couldn't control his irritability in his tone: "Hello?" Have you seen the news?" Sheng You's voice was on the phone.

Lin Jingzhuo was taken aback for a moment, opened Weibo while opening the phone, and frowned when he saw the trending search: "Fake, what a mess."

"I know it's fake." Sheng You's voice was very steady, he probably stayed in the library or some quiet place, and there was a slight echo in his words, "But many details in it are indeed correct, and there are no people around me. A few students have already started discussing."

The ferment of public opinion is always a quick thing, especially for male and female CPs like him and Wen Liang who have a lot of discussion.

Lin Jing was frightened when he pulled to the end.

How did he find out about his exposure to movies? ?

"Brother You, don't worry." Lin Jingzhuo said in a deep voice, "We have staff here who will take care of it."

"That's not what I'm worried about, you should know." Sheng You was originally gentle, and there was a hypnotic induction when he spoke, "I just care about your state."

Lin Jingzhuo stroked the rim of the water glass next to him with his fingers, his expression somber.

"I told you the other day that you are too serious about people and things, so you should be more careful on this kind of program."

Lin Jingzhuo didn't answer.

"I don't object to any form of contact or connection between you and Wen Liang, but the premise is that you should be sober."

"Lin Jingzhuo, you should be sober."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jingzhuo took two steps back and sat in the armchair by the window.

The rain that had been brewing outside for a long time finally started to pour down, falling straight into the sea and hitting the glass exterior wall of the hotel.

The glass in front of Lin Jingzhuo's eyes was covered with rainwater not long after. He looked at the dense raindrops falling on the window and the water flowing into a stream, pinching his eyebrows with one hand.

After a long while, he picked up the mobile phone in his hand and played a number that he had never called since he saved it.

Silently but firmly listening to the connected voice on the phone, Lin Jingzhuo opened his eyes and looked at the rain and fog caused by the downpour, as if he had decided on something.

Finally, it was connected there.

"Wen Liang, open the door."

After a long time there, there was a sound of unlocking the door.

The cool voice sounded like nothing happened, there was no silence in the middle, no such a long stalemate: "Come in."

Lin Jingzhuo was not in a hurry, and slowly changed his clothes, and even looked in the mirror before going out.

The boy in the mirror was wearing a hooded jacket and casual trousers. He had a slender figure, thin and powerful calves, and a flat and relaxed expression on his face.

He even squatted down and tightened the laces of his sneakers.

As expected, the door of the room next door had been opened, Lin Jingzhuo pulled the door open and walked in, slamming the heavy hotel door behind him.

The lights were not turned on in Wen Liang's room, but with the last light outside, Lin Jingzhuo saw the person sitting alone in the thick darkness.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, but the wind howling outside the window brought the torrential rain rushing in through the open window, making the room feel unreasonably bleak.

Wen Liang was wearing a thick bathrobe in the hotel, leaning against the armchair by the window with her eyes closed.

The warmth and coolness at this moment made Lin Jingzhuo truly understand why he was always nicknamed ceramics.

The green is like the sky, the face is like jade, like the lake in the mountains, and like the sky behind the eaves after the rain.

It can only be seen from a distance, but it cannot be touched by hand.

But Lin Jingzhuo did not believe in this evil.

He stood condescendingly beside the armchair, supported the armrest with one hand, and slowly lowered his head.

Two slender fingers touched Wen Liang's chin, and the high bridge of the nose rubbed slightly against Wen Liang's lips.

"Puppy?" Wen Liang, who was trapped in the armchair, had a hoarse voice and a pale smile.

Lin Jingzhuo hummed in a low voice: "Mr. Wen, I want to kiss you."

Wen Liang opened his eyes.

The pair of phoenix eyes that Lin Jingzhuo has been obsessed with, warm and clear like the autumn moon, at this moment all reflect the person in front of him.

Lin Jingzhuo didn't dare to look at him, but still lay on top of Wen Liang, gently brushing back and forth on Wen Liang's lips with the tip of his nose.

Wen Liang seemed to be smiling, raised her hand that was becoming more and more knuckle because of her thinness, and clasped the back of Lin Jingzhuo's head neatly.

Lin Jingzhuo held his breath for a moment, closed his eyes and waited for the coming gentle touch.

but no.

"Wai Nei can hide

The difference between strength and temperature

Only you can crush me with your hands"*

I don't know what was playing on the TV, but there was a very soft singing.

"Blame you too beautiful.

Blame me for being too obsessed. "

The two people are like two cats entangled in the rainy weather, sniffing each other's breath.

Looking at each other, every inch of the air is very quiet.

"I may not be able to record the next episode." Gently stroking Lin Jingzhuo's soft and fluffy hair that had just been washed, "I have to see my doctor."

Lin Jingzhuo's voice was low and deep, and he choked up for a moment: "Then...will you come back?"

Wen Liang smiled and said nothing, just lowered her head, and pressed a kiss on Lin Jingzhuo's forehead.

Lin Jingzhuo could feel the soft touch on his forehead hair.

"Don't worry about those things in the news, I will take care of everything." Wen Liang's hand rested on Lin Jingzhuo's neck, stroking the back of his neck bit by bit.

"Take care of the briquettes, and remember to take care of yourself."

Lin Jingzhuo listened to his tone as if he would never see him again, and slowly raised his head to stare at him.

The boy's frank eyes showed a careless sadness.

I'm hurt, give you two seconds, you must come to comfort me.

Wen Liang smiled compromisingly, but remained silent.

But Lin Jingzhuo, who was begging for sweets, got a hug as he wished.

A tight hug that seemed to press him into his body.

"Wait for me if you want."