Did you sleep well today, cutie?

The next day I flew to London for the show, the flight was at 12:7 noon, and at [-]:[-] in the morning, Li Wei took the stylist to the door to find someone.

Qin Yue stared at people with a pair of panda eyes, making Li Wei want to kneel down for him.

The stylist couldn't hold back his state. Big sunglasses, baseball caps, coats and scarves all greeted him, until they surrounded him so much that even his mother didn't recognize him.

Li Wei wanted to cry so much, he begged the stylist to think of another way, "My ancestors still have to take photos at the airport, won't they be sprayed to death if they're wrapped like this?"

"Aren't you embarrassing me?" The stylist was also very upset, "Brother Yue, the dark circles under his eyes can't be covered by layers of powder, his eyes are dull, and he's so haggard, it's better to avoid the airport photo, get more rest Two days is serious."

Helpless, Li Wei had no choice but to obey.

Qin Yuemu got into the car with his face open, and sat there with his arms folded, his face covered in black, his lips tightly pursed into a line, like Lord Hades.

Li Wei squinted at him, hesitated to speak several times, Qin Yue impatiently said: "If you fart, let it go."

Li Wei chuckled: "It was hard for me to speak in front of outsiders just now, but now it's just the two of us, Brother Yue, I still have to say more, because it's not worth getting angry about Lin Teng's grandson."

"Why mention him again?" Qin Yue adjusted his sitting posture, but his waist was still uncomfortable.

He kicked Lin Teng's kick yesterday to relieve his anger, but he used too much force, as if he twisted his waist.

What a fuck.

Li Wei said: "Isn't your insomnia because you are angry with him? What kind of onion is he? We are going to shoot a magazine catwalk in London. It's really not worth it to be affected by him."

"This matter has changed, you shut up, I'll sleep for a while."

Qin Yue closed his eyes and didn't explain much, but his insomnia had nothing to do with Lin Teng.

Last night after he got home, he kept thinking about the few words Bai Muyu said to him, and he was still thinking about them when he got to bed.

Then, he watched another one.

Then, his good sleep time became such a vicious circle, all contributed to actor Xie.

Now when I close my eyes, it is still the close-up of Xie Mingzhou's face that fills the screen.

In the gray-toned picture, he is looking sideways.

His cheeks were slightly sunken, and the line of his cheekbone was like a sharp scratch, silently complaining that the years were extremely cruel to this man.His eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, reflected in his distant eyes, like a bright galaxy, so bright that people couldn't move their eyes away.

The dry and thin lips trembled slightly, as if whispering, but no sound came out after all.

This silent scene lasted for half a minute, and when the screen finally faded to black, Qin Yue's heart felt as if someone had stepped on it.

Endless pain, endless sigh.

It was as if he was dragged into the screen by Xie Mingzhou, and he became the person he watched from afar outside the lens. Even though he was far away, he could still feel the starlight in his eyes.

This long shot is also Bai Muyu's favorite scene. He said that although Xie Shen's makeup is haggard, his eyes are full of wind and snow, and he doesn't have a single line, his emotions are so intense that it makes people feel distressed.

Qin Yue was also severely burned.

"Brother Yue? Ancestor?"

Qin Yue frowned, and was pushed by Li Wei to get out of his emotions.

Li Wei handed him the phone and whispered, "Sister Song Ya is calling, be careful."

Qin Yue took the phone and called "Sister", and the voice of her cousin and manager Song Ya rang in her ears: "Xiao Yue, why is your voice hoarse? Did you not drink water?"

Qin Yue suddenly lost most of his sleepiness, coughed dryly, and replied honestly: "I'm a little sleepy, I'm fine."

"Are you sleepy? Then you have to rest well. You can only be in a good state to shoot magazine shows and accept interviews when you are full of sleep, right?" Song Ya's voice was too gentle, which is not a good sign.

Qin Yue frowned, and said tentatively, "Sister, do you know..."

Song Ya turned a deaf ear and continued to care: "Your rest time is irregular in this line of work, but young and energetic people still need sleep to replenish their energy. After a full sleep, the skin will be healthy, and the strength will be strong. Only when you beat someone More majestic, right?"

Finally got to the point.

Qin Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately confessed: "Sister, I was wrong, don't tell my mother."

He swears that at the moment when he finished speaking, he heard the voice of Qiyun Dantian on the other end of the phone, and Song Ya broke out immediately.

"Don't call me sister! Do you think of me as a sister?! Ah! You were so beaten up that your stomach bleeds and you didn't tell me. Are you planning to enter the funeral parlor before asking that brat Li Wei to send me an invitation card?" Ah? Ahhh?!"

The last three modal particles were so hostile that Li Wei almost lost control of the steering wheel.

"It turns out that you are angry that I was beaten..." Qin Yue felt a little guilty.

Song Ya was annoyed by him, "What do you think I'm angry about? A scum like Lin Teng, it's cheap for you to kick him twice. If you told me about this earlier, I'd find someone to beat him up There will be no dregs left."

"Sister, don't be like the underworld, okay?" Qin Yue heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and advised her, "Be a lady."

"Qin Yue, this kind of thing is only this time, and it will never be an example." Song Ya solemnly brought out her trump card, "If I find out again, I will definitely tell my aunt more emphatically and let her deal with you."

Qin Yue immediately promised that he would never do it again, and Song Ya felt relieved.

"The two shows of this fashion week are high-end brands. If you perform well, there will be no shortage of fashion resources in the future. Valen, a high-end men's wear brand, intends to sign an image ambassador for the Asia-Pacific region. I am fighting for you. I'll fly to you when I'm done, and take you to meet their design director."

"Okay, sister, you have worked hard."

"We will meet and talk when we have something to do," Song Ya gave another task before hanging up, "Hurry up and post Weibo, Weibo has grown grass, do you still want your fans? Don't ask me for this kind of thing." worry."

Qin Yue threw his phone aside and continued to rest with his eyes closed. He had no intention of posting on Weibo at all.

In contrast, Li Wei's desire to survive is much stronger than his.

"Brother Yue, please post a selfie. Your wives are going crazy thinking about you, and some of you are asking for someone on my Weibo. If you don't believe me, go and read the comments."

Qin Yue sighed: "Can I leave Weibo to you, or ask someone from the publicity team to do it?"

Li Wei was also very helpless: "Your wives are all grown-ups. I posted a Weibo for you before, and I was seen through at a glance. A bunch of people were crying and howling in the background, not buying it, clamoring for my husband to post Weibo himself, so what should I do? ?Customer is god."

Qin Yue slapped him on the back of the head: "Who will sell it?"

Li Wei: "Don't make trouble, I'm driving."

They went out just in time for the morning rush hour. They stopped at three meters and stopped at five meters. Qin Yue couldn't sleep because of the stop and go, so he turned on Weibo.

The date of the last Weibo was still half a month ago, which happened to be Valentine's Day on February 2th. He posted a photo of Erha without saying a word.

At that time, the style of comments was quite normal. They were all "the dog is so cute and stupid", "Is this a Valentine's Day gift from my husband", etc., but now the hottest comment is——

"The nth day when my husband eloped with Erha, I miss him.[/sigh]"

"A human being is not as good as a dog. There is nothing to love in life.[/doge]"

"Erha, spit out my husband! [/stare]"

……

Qin Yue: "...what the hell."

Li Wei urged: "If you don't post selfies, my Weibo will be turned into a dog. Brother Yue, I beg you to return me a piece of pure land, okay?"

"Complete you."

Qin Yue quit Weibo, turned on the front camera, raised his arm and quickly took a picture, and then posted a status on Weibo, all in one go, the whole process took half a minute.

Li Wei couldn't believe it: "Did you post it without a P picture?"

Qin Yue squinted at him: "Just one more word of nonsense, and this month's bonus will be deducted."

Li Wei quickly shut up, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.

The road at the airport was congested, and it was nearly ten o'clock when they arrived at the airport, just in time for celebrities to show off their private servers at the airport before going to Fashion Week.

Afraid of being recognized, Qin Yue snatched Li Wei's scarf on purpose. The two scarves wrapped his neck bigger than his head, and half of his face was tightly covered.

This was not enough, he asked Li Wei to help him button up the big hood on the jacket, so that no skin was exposed on the whole body.

"Brother Yue, you are wrapped up like a mummy, scary." Li Wei didn't want to open the car door for him.

Qin Yue's sharp eyes shot through the lens, and the latter immediately fell silent.

Li Wei unloaded the luggage and put it at his feet, then went to park the car. Qin Yue sat on a large suitcase and waited for him. People passing by around cast their eyes on him from time to time, but he didn't pay much attention.

Just now, a small group of fans walked by holding a light plate with his name. Everyone just looked at him curiously, but no one recognized him.

Therefore, he is very confident in his dressing.

The wind at the beginning of March blew like life, Qin Yue was almost frozen into a fool after waiting for 3 minutes, he decided to take his luggage into the airport first.

Sadly, he looked left and right, but he couldn't find a luggage cart.

There were five suitcases in total, all of which were very heavy. He dragged two of them with one hand, then sat on the remaining suitcase with his legs spread apart, and used his two long legs as pulleys to guide him and his suitcase to the airport hall.

When Xie Mingzhou came to see this scene, his first impression was that this person was very inspirational. When he saw the pair of limited-edition British ankle boots that he was wearing that he had only seen last night, he felt that this person was too cute.

He was surrounded by fans and media, and there was a lot of movement, and Qin Yue couldn't help turning his head to take a look.

With just one glance, the long shot that had been lingering in his mind appeared again, Qin Yue looked away a little stiffly, and continued to struggle with his luggage like a zombie.

He thought that if he met again later, he would pretend not to know each other, after all, the meeting last night was a bit embarrassing.

But with him wrapped like this, Xie Mingzhou would definitely not be able to recognize him.

So much the better.

He flapped his long legs and continued to rub against the entrance of the airport. A large group of people from Xie Mingzhou came over, and amidst a lot of screams, Xie Mingzhou came behind him.

"Sit still."

Behind him, the man's deep and gentle voice turned into a burst of electricity and crackled into Qin Yue's pores, sparks charged all the way along the spinal nerves, causing goosebumps all over his body.

Before Qin Yue could react, he was pushed into the airport hall with his suitcase.

Fuck, what kind of show operation is this? !