protect my love

Naturally, Mingjun who returned to the room could not hear these.

Goodbye Mu Xunying is still kind and friendly as always, but Mu Xunying who is not ruthless is the most superficial.In terms of the relationship between the director and the actor, it means that he doesn't pay enough attention to you.

After returning to the room, Zi Mingjun took a shower, and then returned to the state of the morning, doing nothing.

Outside the window was cloudy, and two groups of dark clouds intertwined at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that it was not suitable to go out.

Then why not make a cup of tea and sit on the sofa or bed, read a book and listen to music?

It may not be appropriate to squander the remaining time like this, but Ziming intends to make an attempt. Will one day in the future, I will miss the leisure at this moment so much?

Zi Mingjun is a very active person. He dug out the tea bag he brought from the suitcase. It was a foreign brand. Green tea and lemongrass was his favorite recently.

While waiting for the water to boil, he dug out the original novel of "Feng Hui Xun Zhuan". With that cup of tea, he planned to finish reading the original novel that he temporarily put aside in order to preserve the mood of the character during the audition.

There is no doubt that the novel "Feng Hui Xun Zhuan" itself is an extremely excellent work.Even if Zi Mingjun has nothing to do with the movie, he still has the right to be a loyal and pure fan of the original book.

The sound of boiling water stopped, and Zi Mingjun got up to pour water.The cup is the cup of the hotel, and the white cup has patterns in the same color as the room.The freshly boiled water was poured into the cup, dripped on the cup wall, and leaked into the tea bag. The steam floated out with the tea aroma, and Mingjun carried it away, and put it lightly on the coffee table.

The consciousness immersed in the book is like a thief, time is gone.

After waking up again, Zi Ming raised his head from the sofa, the background sound was rainstorm, he remembered that he had finished watching "Feng Hui Xun Zhuan", and drank the last sip of tea, and then what?He actually fell asleep with his arm on his pillow?

Zi Mingjun picked up the mobile phone on the table and looked at it. At 39:[-] in the evening, there were fifteen more unread messages on WeChat plus SMS.

Two of the fifteen messages came from an unsaved mobile phone number, and the remaining thirteen were Zhan Yijiang's WeChat messages.

Zhan Yijiang is a person who likes to write short essays whenever he is happy, and each of the thirteen messages is longer than the last, and the characters quickly slide up to the first one, and then select the key information one by one.

[You take some selfies for me, they want to post on Weibo. 】

Zi Mingjun's Weibo account is not managed by him himself. In fact, it's not that Xunxing insisted on taking over. It's just because Zi Mingjun doesn't like to use social media. He didn't even download the Weibo app on his phone.

[I have received two web drama books, please look back, one is science fiction and one is IP romance. 】

[Then I plan to pick up two endorsements for you. There is a clothing brand with a good reputation. 】

[There is also a game company that has worked with Xunxinghe many times and wants you to endorse a game, but they must talk to you face to face. 】

[I learned about his game, it's for little girls to play, but it's very innovative, and it's probably going to be popular.It's a good fit for you to represent me. 】

[It's the kind of virtual love. If you speak for it, the other party wants you to appear as an image or voice. 】

【Well, the other party came to me for an appointment. Let's talk for you on the 25th of this month. It's in city b. 】

Mingjun has always been indifferent to matters such as endorsements. Xunxing has good resources, and Zhan Yijiang is also very measured. Even if he just started to rise to the top, he didn't waste it when he could rely on miscellaneous endorsements to increase his exposure. He just took it carefully. A few low-key but powerful and stable endorsements.

【Ming Jun! ! ! !You passed! 】

【Great "thumbs" "thumbs"】

[I just received a call from Director Mu's assistant. He said that Director Mu admired your performance and asked if you want to join. 】

[You don't have to think about it, I promised it for you. 】

The next message was sent after an interval of 10 minutes. It may be that Mingjun didn't reply for too long.

[Return to me when you see the message. 】

[Be careful, don't drink. 】

Is this the default that he went out to play? Zi Mingjun can't laugh or cry, thinking that I listened to you and enjoyed my life.

Wait... Director Mu?

"!!!!!!"

Zi Ming raised his eyes, the room was very dark, his eyes drifted aimlessly, and he whispered to himself softly: "I actually passed..."

There is no overly joyful emotion, it seems that the outlet of excitement is blocked by the newly awakened body, and it seems that the body cannot keep up with the process in the brain because of being too excited.

Just now, to be precise, a few hours ago, had Mu Xunying already made his decision at that time?Such a calm and indifferent appearance is really incomprehensible.

Zi Mingjun, who was stunned by the surprise, sat motionless, and only picked up the phone again after he had completely digested the news that the interview was successful.

Zi Mingjun replied to the three things sent by Zhan Yijiang one by one, until the selfie.The light in the room was so dark that only the outlines of people could be seen. Thinking about it, Ming thought it was pretty good, so he found a relatively clear angle and pressed a few times.

There are eleven cards in total, and picking and choosing is enough to make up a nine-square grid.After sending it to Zhan Yijiang, Zi Mingjun looked at the photo he had just taken again. It seemed that the pixels had also deteriorated due to the weak light, and the eye sockets and the eyes were blurred, except for the white of the eyes, which could even be said to be black holes.But the people in the photos should be in a good mood, and the slightly raised corners of their mouths are by no means the unnatural arcs when posing for a photo.

It's an atypical photo, not suitable for posting on social media in every sense, but I like it all.He even said to Zhan Yijiang for the first time:

[Brother Zhan, I want to add text: Happy today. 】

Brother Zhan came back very quickly:

【...】

[We haven't signed the contract yet. 】

A few seconds later he said:

[Okay, I get it, what's going on with your photo?Black and white, did not pay the electricity bill? 】

Ziming replied:

[No, I'm staying in a hotel, so I'm too lazy to go back. 】

[I think I'm pretty handsome like this, don't I? ? 】

Zhan Yijiang stared at the screen of the phone with a face full of indescribable words, and he didn't know which sentence touched Zi Mingjun's cheeky switch.

[I'll see you tomorrow, which hotel are you in? 】

[Jiujing Longyan, this is the gate of the airport expressway. 】The characters are all returned.

[This place, the professional quality is not high, so don't go there. 】

Zi Mingjun disagreed a little, thinking to himself that this was the first time I met Manager Bai who was so conscientious, typing and replying to him with one hand, and subconsciously touched the scab on his ankle with the other hand.

The gauze was removed this morning, and now even the scabs have begun to fall off.If you think about it irresponsibly, what if you don't have Bai Lianxi's iodine, what if you get infected?

Oh yes, there is no Bai Lianxi and Xia Le.

After the self-rebuttal, Ming all looked at the phone again, but Zhan Yijiang didn't reply anymore.

After pressing the home button, only a red '2' was marked on the neat desktop, and only then did Mingjun remember the two unread messages.

On the point of focusing on privacy, Zi Mingjun has done a very good job, even to the point of inhumanity.For example, out of 50.00 people who know each other, less than [-]% of them have his WeChat, and only ten of them have his mobile phone number except for family members.So apart from his parents and mobile phone operators, there are almost no people who send him two messages in a short period of time.

But this person clearly knows that even though there is no remark, there is really no one who can learn Manager Bai's style.

[Mr. Zi, Jiujing Longyan Holiday Hotel invites you to taste the new season's "Ruixue Harvest Banquet" in the Jinhua Hall of the Chinese restaurant. We have just received the freshest ingredients. If you are free tonight, please contact me.wish you a happy life. 】

[If you are free, please contact me before 08:30, our hotel's executive chef will personally cook. 】

At this time, it was seven past nine, and the reply was meaningless, but Zi Ming felt guilty, he was afraid that Bai Lianxi would be picked on by his boss.

So Zi Mingjun typed a few words, and carefully reported why he didn't reply in time, what he did, and how he was doing now, emphasizing once and again that he really didn't do it on purpose.

After typing and checking, Zi Mingjun suddenly realized that he was disgusted and selected all of them and then deleted them.This kind of official politeness is contagious, you have to find the culprit for the medical expenses.

So Zi Mingjun put down his phone, washed his face, tidied his clothes, and went out with his phone.

In the elevator, Zi Mingjun hesitated for a moment, not where to find Bai Lianxi, but whether he should go or not.

Disturbing others again and again is too much no matter how you look at it.It was on this long road of self-struggle that the elevator door and the guests waiting for the elevator on the first floor made decisions for him. The average of each floor on the ninth floor was three seconds. It was not fast, or even very slow, but the words came from the inside The bottom of his heart hoped that the elevator would never stop, he wasn't ready yet.

Today, Bai Lianxi is on the night shift, and she must be wearing the uniform black suit of the hotel, sitting at the front desk.When the elevator door opens later, if he wants to, he can look at each other in a second.

'Ding----' The first floor is here.

The elevator doors retracted slowly, and a group of strangers entered.

It's the customer waiting for the elevator.

Zi Mingjun stepped out of the elevator and walked forward without looking sideways. The person sitting at the front desk was a girl.

Probably feeling Zi Mingjun's gaze, the girl reflexively put down the mouse, met the other's gaze, and said hello with a grin: "Good evening, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm looking for your manager Bai."

The girl froze since Zi Mingjun opened her mouth. Maybe Zi Mingjun didn't remember her, but she might never forget that night for the rest of her life, and what kind of mistake she and Xiaoqi made.

"Mr. Zi, please wait a moment." After finishing speaking, he left temporarily.

In the past six months, more and more people recognized the character Mingjun on the street, so the character Mingjun did not remind him of the beginning of that strange night.

After waiting for a while, Zi Mingjun rested his elbows on the front desk and slowly calmed down.

What's the matter?It's just a normal explanation.

Suddenly, where the girl left just now, the computer screen lit up again because it sensed that there were people around. It was the Weibo text page, and the half-finished comment was still hanging there: [Our characters Mingjun are so handsome]

nothing?no friends?

Zi Ming reached for the mouse with his hand, and turned the page to the content part. As expected, the team of his company posted this Weibo for him 5 minutes ago. The nine large pictures that were just released have not been edited.

Zi Mingjun adjusted the content back to the previous position, clicked on the screen to sleep, stopped lying down, wandered around and walked to the center of the hall.

"I kept you waiting."

Zi Mingjun turned his head, and it was almost as he had imagined. Bai Lianxi was still wearing the suit, matching his shiny name tag, and standing upright.

"Manager Bai, I'm really sorry, I fell asleep just now..." Zi Mingjun explained like a cannonball, and Bai Lianxi nodded his head a dozen times.

"It's okay, Mr. Zi, it's your trouble to invite you to try the food." Bai Lianxi said again, "I'll send you an electronic coupon. As long as you want to eat, you can go there anytime."

After all, when I came across the mouse, the interface that came into view was not the backstage of the hotel, unlike what I imagined, so Bai Lianxi was stunned.

Zi Mingjun was originally standing a few steps away from the front desk, but when he saw the other party stunned, he immediately thought of what was going on.He took two big strides out, pretended not to know anything, and looked at the computer screen with Bai Lianxi in shock: "Huh? Isn't this me?"

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