An eerie silence permeated the corridor.
Qin Ke lowered his eyes and his eyes fell.
Xiao Song is always frizzy in his work, and his hair is careless. The black hair leaking from the fingers falls on the fair skin, and the slightly protruding cervical vertebra is still dazzling in the dim light of the corridor.
Matching the invitation he heard just now, there seemed to be a bit of an ambiguous atmosphere.
However, the whole incident as a whole is still difficult to understand.
Qin Ke didn't move for a long time, Song Yunran couldn't wait.
He turned half of his face to the side: "Why are you staring blankly, hurry up."
Qin Ke pursed his lips tightly. When he thought of how absurd this picture was, it made people think of the four words very easily.
Fishing enforcement.
Thinking of this, Qin Ke's dark eyes calmed down, and he leaned against the door and asked, "What new way is this?"
Song Yunran looked at him inexplicably, after a moment of silence, he came back to his senses.
Seeing how he did this, he suddenly ran to the door of someone's house to ask for help, everyone would suspect that there was a fraud.
But he was too embarrassed to tell the real reason, and suddenly fell into a dilemma.
In the end, Song Yunran simply put his heart on the line, and put on a domineering face of the president: "The wings are hard? Don't you listen to my words?"
Then regardless of Qin Ke's own wishes, he turned directly to face him, lowered his head slightly, grabbed his hand and rubbed it carefully on the back of his head a few times.
Qin Ke was startled, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Song Yunran held it down forcefully.
"Don't move!" Song Yunran glared at him, "Let me feel."
Qin Ke: "...?"
Forgive him for being superficial, but he really can't see anything to feel about this movement.
He felt that he still didn't know enough about Song Yunran, and his heart was full of question marks.
After a helpless sigh, he didn't know what kind of strange psychology he had, and moved his fingers independently, rubbing Song Yunran's hair into a bird's nest. He didn't even forget the specific needs of the customer, and helped Song Yunran rub the fate nape of the neck.
But Song Yunran secretly compared and found that this time was completely different from the last time.
But it was very comfortable. The temperature from his fingertips reminded him of the sunshine in the spring afternoon, making him want to squint his eyes and rub against Qin Ke's palm a few times.
When the thought in his mind was about to be put into action, Song Yun was startled suddenly.
What is this doing
How did he become addicted on the path of pursuing the truth
Willpower is too weak!
"Okay, stop, stop."
Song Yunran broke his head out of Qin Ke's clutches, ashamed of his depravity, and said coldly, "It's none of your business, step back."
After speaking, without looking at Qin Ke's expression, he walked into the safety stairs without looking back.
Song Yunran went upstairs briskly, and as soon as he entered the house, a happy smile bloomed on his face.
He rushed to He Ziyou who was waiting for the news: "I said you were thinking too much. He touched it just now, and he didn't feel that way at all!"
You really make people touch you, He Ziyou complained silently, and asked speechlessly: "Really, then how did he touch it?"
Song Yunran demonstrated it on the spot.
When he raised his head, his eyes were bright, but he said disdainfully: "Actually, it's okay, it's like a head massage in a barbershop. It can't be seen that Qin Ke still has this skill."
He Ziyou hesitated to speak but fell silent.
After being quiet for a while, he finally couldn't hold back: "You don't think this action is very strange?"
"What's wrong?" Song Yunran asked strangely.
He Ziyou's tone was sincere: "Isn't this playing with the dog?"
"..."
Song Yunran was hit hard by this, and after sending He Ziyou away, he returned to the room alone and began to feel depressed.
He was lying on the bed, brushing the pet bloggers he followed, trying to find comfort from the little furry animals.
As a result, seeing this, Song Yunran felt even more resentful.
In the video, a sleek golden retriever gallops closer from a distance, raising its front paws to touch its owner's knee.
The master asked maliciously: "What's the matter?"
The golden retriever gave a "bark" and put its head in front of the owner's palm, with the meaning of "touch me" written all over its body.
The owner deliberately teased it, pretending to take back his hand and was about to stop. The golden retriever was so anxious that he quickly pressed the owner's hand back with his paw, showing an extremely strong desire to beg.
At the end of the video, Song Yun felt like he had a lump in his throat.
This dog looks like me, he thought numbly.
The image of himself getting along with Qin Ke flashed through his mind quickly, and he wished he could travel back and beat that stupid self on the ground.
How can you be so depraved.
Song Yunran asked himself, have you forgotten the grievance of being a tool man in the past? How can you let go of your hatred so easily, and actually deliver it to your door so that the hero of the original work can be masturbated as a dog
What's the difference between you and monica!
Song Yunran was very angry. He felt that he was deceived by Qin Ke's sugar-coated bullets, and that he was deceived by the other party's simple statement "We are allies", and lost his mind. He almost thought that he fell in love with Qin Ke.
However, it is not accurate to say that it is a sugar-coated cannonball.
Song Yunran turned over and felt that Qin Ke really took good care of him, and even rushed out to save him in a critical moment. After thinking about it, regardless of the gap between the tool man and the protagonist, he is still a very good person, and He is also very handsome.
…
Wait a minute, what am I thinking!
Song Yunran's brain braked in time, puffing up his cheeks like a puffer fish.
Obviously, it has been verified that he doesn't like Qin Ke at all, and those weird feelings a few days ago must be just a misunderstanding.
After the introspection, Song Yunran remembered that "Happy Weddings" premiered today, counting the time, the zero o'clock show should have ended by now, so he planned to see the audience's reaction.
As he had predicted, Realtime Plaza received rave reviews.
Each audience has a different focus. Some people mainly praised the solid script of the film and the excellent aesthetics of the director, while others praised Qin Ke's explosive acting skills. It is hard to imagine that this is a performance presented by a newcomer actor.
Song Yunran scrolled down line by line, and was suddenly attracted by a Weibo post.
[I didn't expect "The Wedding and Wedding" to be so beautiful! Song Yunran has a good investment vision, and he is looking forward to Xinghe's next few dramas!]
"!!!"
Song Yunran's sluggish mood was instantly swept away. He stared at this passage and read it repeatedly for a long time, and he also sorted out the clues in his mind.
Let Qin Ke go!
Doing a good job is serious business!
Meanwhile, the lounge of a movie theater.
Qin Kegang, together with others, finished being interviewed by several media.
Compared with director Fan Jinzhong's silly Le Jin, he seems much calmer, but if you observe carefully, you can see that in his calmness, there is still a bit of inexplicable confusion.
The director stood up beamingly and patted him on the shoulder: "Have a supper together?"
Qin Ke's reaction was half a beat slower than usual, and after a few seconds, he raised his eyes as if waking up from a dream: "Oh, no need, I want to go back and rest early."
The director looked at him: "What's the matter, are you feeling unwell?"
"No."
"Is that too tired? Or is there something else on your mind?"
The director looks at Qin Ke now, very much like a teacher who has taught him the top scorer in the college entrance examination. He shows appreciation and liking everywhere, and his words are full of caring.
Qin Ke replied: "It's really fine, you don't have to worry about me."
Unexpectedly, the calmer Qin Ke behaved, the more suspicious the director became.
When he saw Qin Ke at the movie theater tonight, he wittily noticed that this person was not concentrating tonight.
It's not that I said wrong words or lost my mind carelessly during the interview, but more directly, when there are no audience and media, I often frown and think secretly.
The director thought for a moment, let the other main creators go first, and after the others left the rest room, he said: "There are no outsiders here, you can tell me if you encounter any problems. After all, I have lived more than ten years longer than you, even if I can't help you." If you solve it, I can also help you make suggestions.”
Qin Ke was slightly shaken by some sincere persuasion.
He thought for a while, and finally asked: "Will you take the initiative to let someone touch your neck? It's okay if you don't touch it."
"???" The director was at a loss, "Who is okay to make such a request, have you met such a person?"
Qin Ke nodded: "Yes."
"..."
The director was silent. His decades of life experience and common sense of life that he was proud of were all in jeopardy at this moment.
If you touch your head, you can analyze several possibilities.
But touching his neck, he really couldn't think of the reason.
Seeing him like this, Qin Ke felt clear: "It's okay, I'm just asking casually, you should go to eat."
This time the director didn't force him anymore, he stood up neatly, and stopped suddenly when he reached the door.
"I see."
He cautiously suggested, "This person might be a pervert, you should be careful, and call the police if it doesn't work."
Qin Ke smiled lightly: "No, he is my friend."
As soon as the words fell, the director's gaze suddenly became subtle, probably thinking "you are really talented to be friends with such a strange person".
But having said that, Qin Ke thinks that this is indeed his fault.
How could he think of asking ordinary people about Song Yunran's thoughts.
Xiao Song of their Xinghe has always been the type of jumping thinking, and others can't figure it out at all.
After sitting for a while, Qin Ke got up and left the lounge, and found the agent and assistant waiting outside in the corridor.
Chen Jing didn't know what she was busy with, she kept busy with her mobile phone.
Xiao Ke came up first and broadcast the audience's feedback in real time along the way.
When the group of three came to the parking lot, Chen Jing was finally willing to put down her phone.
She got in the car, fastened her seat belt and said, "When you were in the hospital, didn't I tell you to contact a variety show to show your face? Now it almost has a clue. An S-level slow variety show is not strong, just right for you. You are recuperating. I think it's not bad, if you are interested, I will send the information to your mobile phone right now."
Qin Ke didn't object. After receiving the news, he looked at the estimated recording time first.
I have to say that Chen Jing is really thoughtful. The production team is planning to record it early next year, which will not conflict with the promotional period of "Happy Weddings" and can supplement his exposure after the movie.
"The time is right." Qin Ke said.
Chen Jing nodded: "Yes, and all aspects are just right. The only problem is that they want the guests to be in groups of two, and then there may be a group competition or something like that. Do you have any good friends in the circle? It doesn't matter if you don't have one, just let the program group assign it when the time comes."
Qin Ke slid the screen with his fingertips.
In his previous life, he was strictly controlled by his former manager, and outside of his busy work schedule, he had no time to develop deeper friendships with people. This life has only just begun, and I haven't had time to meet any good friends in the circle.
"It's a pity that Zhong Xiaofeng is too busy." Chen Jing was still helping him choose candidates, "Otherwise, the combination of actors and screenwriters is quite novel."
After a few words, a suitable candidate has already appeared in Qin Ke's mind.
Until now, he still doesn't know Song Yunran well enough.
But he could hear the true wish in his heart, he wanted to get in touch with Song Yunran more, and wanted to know what Song Yunran was thinking every day.
Qin Ke looked out of the window where the lights and shadows were like a river, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "Why don't you just find Mr. Song."
The author has something to say: Mr. Song: I don’t