The nightgown was completely open, from neck to ankle, Lu Wen's body was intuitively exposed to Qu Yanting. If a waiter passes by, he must think he is a pervert.
Or, thought that the two of them had such an affair.
Lu Wen pulled the front skirt "swish", his mind was buzzing, he was completely dumbfounded, he lowered his head to confirm that he was wearing underwear.
His face turned purple, and his eyelids widened: "What are you doing!"
Qu Yanting curled up her erroneous fingers, muttered "Sorry", her eyes lingered on Lu Wen's chest, and wandered down to peek at the covered waist.
"What are you looking at!" Lu Wen folded up his two skirts, wishing he could even cover his Adam's apple, his belt was tightened, and two strong dead buttons were fastened.
Suddenly, Qu Yanting asked, "Don't you feel pain?"
Lu Wen paused, his body was indeed in pain, he didn't pay attention, and only raised his mouth when talking with Lu Zhanqing.
Qu Yanting just saw that there was a bruise on Lu Wen's chest, and there seemed to be bruises on his waist, thighs, and knees. The real hardest hit should be the invisible back.
The scars were caused by Wia's protective belt, as well as multiple throws and rolls.
Lu Wen moved his shoulders, and the muscles in his chest and back were pulled and hurt, revealing traces of soreness. There was nothing he could do but wait for one night.
Qu Yanting asked Lu Wen to wait.
He went to look through the suitcase and brought a bottle of medicinal wine and a few boxes of plasters, which were his must-haves when he was on a business trip. Plasters are divided into pain relieving and blood circulation promoting, he briefly explained them to Lu Wen.
Lu Wen was too stimulated tonight, his spirit was weak, and he was dumbfounded when he responded.
Qu Yanting asked patiently: "Do you understand how to post it?"
Lu Wen frowned: "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"..." Qu Yanting saw that he was "rescued" because of his high fever, "I can't stick it on my back, can I help?"
Lu Wen frowned even deeper, frowning with the vigilance of a man from a good family. He snatched the thing like a donkey: "No, I can reach it with my arm."
Both doors closed.
Qu Yanting fell asleep after recovering from a minor illness.
Lu Wen took a bunch of plasters for nothing after the oolong. The colorful and complex masks are more complex than the female stars' masks. He opened two boxes and pasted them in front of the mirror.
The dead button on his waist couldn't be untied, he was prodigal and frizzy, and he snapped it with scissors. Where does it hurt, I stick myself like a handbook, full of a strong smell of medicine.
Lu Wen turned off the light and went to bed with the quilt wrapped in his arms, covering his beating heartbeat to cover his ears and steal the bell.
The next day, a morning with thin sunlight. Lu Wen turned off the phone alarm clock.
Unlocking it, with his index finger hanging on the screen, he buried his face in the pillow and took a deep breath, then mustered up the courage to click on the text message box.
All night, I didn't receive any text messages from Qu Yanting.
He withdrew, who still sends text messages now, it's too silly. Open WeChat - Address Book - New Friends, the interface is peaceful, and there is no friend request from Qu Yanting.
As soon as Lu Wen's feet struggled, an anxious crease was drawn on the bed sheet.
He opened Alipay, collected energy to feed the chicks first, pretended to be busy in an APP, and when he was done, clicked on the chat with Qu Yanting, and watched quietly.
Qu Yanting didn't set an avatar, just like a zombie account.
Lu Wen stared at "520" as seriously as if he was reading a math problem. Qu Yanting really has no other intentions by drawing inferences from one question and another? There was no movement all night, could it be the legendary play hard to get
He rolled, and the area where the plaster was applied didn't hurt much.
Lu Wen clicked on the dialog box, entered "Thank you for the plaster", then deleted it, changed it to "The plaster is very useful", and then deleted it. No matter what you say, it feels disgusting.
Lu Wen regretted that he didn't learn Chinese well. After some struggles, he changed the words of thanks into a blunt instruction: Remember to get an infusion today, don't say I didn't remind you.
Five seconds after sending, the WeChat notification rang.
"I fucking knew it!" It must be the friend request sent by Qu Yanting, and he cheated overnight, and he came to capture him as soon as he responded!
Lu Wen quickly opened WeChat, and a message was displayed at the top of the chat list.
Sun Xiaojian sent: Departure at seven o'clock, waiting for you in the lobby.
Lu Wen: "..."
At seven o'clock, the nanny car left the hotel garden on time.
Qu Yanting stretched her shoulders and neck and worked on the manuscript for an hour. Feeling tired, she turned the leather chair half a circle and faced the bright sky outside the window.
He refilled half a cup of black coffee, read manuscripts, returned comments for revisions, and held meetings with the studio online, and he was busy until noon.
Before hanging up, Yu Nan said, "Boss, the weather forecast says that the temperature in Chongqing will drop. Be careful of catching a cold."
It was late, but Qu Yanting did not reveal that she was sick.
Yu Nan asked, "Boss, have you brought enough thick clothes? How about I send you two over there?"
"Did you make a mistake?" Qiao Bian's twitter came over, "Jiefangbei to buy, Gucci, LV, Armani, if you serve him like this, he won't even go shopping in the mall!"
For shopping malls, especially stores where one-on-one with tellers, Qu Yanting always walks around. Hearing Qiao arrange him, he lost his face and said, "No need, I'll go buy it myself."
Yu Nan confirmed, "Really no need?"
Qu Yanting said calmly, "Well, this place is not far from Jiefangbei."
Qiao Bian called out sweetly: "Qu Bian, bring me a bottle of perfume!"
Qu Yanting said solemnly: "I'll burn you a bun."
After hanging up the line, Qu Yanting didn't intend to go shopping at all, but he needed warm clothes. After thinking for a while, he opened Taobao and bought two.
Taobao and Alipay are in a group, and there is a small red circle on the blue label with unread messages. Qu Yanting didn't open the message reminder, and then saw the message Lu Wen sent in the morning.
After four or five hours, it seems that there is no need to reply.
Thinking about the bruises all over her body, Qu Yanting cared reciprocally: Are you feeling better
Two minutes later, Lu Wen replied: It's much better.
Qu Yanting was afraid that fools would not know, editor: tear it up today, don't post it for too long.
Lu Wen: Got it, do you still need to post it
Qu Yanting: If it doesn't hurt, don't use it.
Lu Wen: Not used up, there are still a lot left.
Qu Yanting: Keep the rest.
Lu Wen: Why do you hoard so many plasters
Qu Yanting: I have a bad waist.
After sending it out, he regretted it, and with his fingers stretched for a while, he explained in a last-ditch way: often sitting for a long time to write manuscripts will cause back pain.
After a long time, Lu Wen replied: Oh.
A simple word cut off the desire/desire to continue chatting, and Qu Yanting stopped replying.
Lu Wen was sitting under the rest awning of the caravan, and when the notification sounded, his heart sank. Every reply, the higher the hanging, now stuck in the throat.
The conversation seemed to be over, but he didn't quit for a long time, afraid that Qu Yanting would have another sentence.
A person came around from the rear of the car, it was Ruan Feng, his voice was as clear as a fountain after learning opera, and he called sweetly and affectionately: "—Brother Lu Wen!"
Lu Wen trembled in fright, smashed the phone on the back of his foot, and Ruan Feng came over when he bent down to pick it up. He hurriedly locked the screen and put his phone in his pocket.
"Hi." Lu Wen squeezed out a smile.
Ruan Feng took the plastic bag and sat down on the chair next to him. His RV was behind this one. He looked through the window for a while, but saw no one, so he went around to look for it.
With an unnatural smile still hanging on his face, Lu Wen asked, "What do you want me to do?"
Ruan Fengyang opened the corner of his mouth, a mouthful of white teeth set off a bright smile, and handed over the plastic bag: "Brother Lu Wen, can you do me a favor?"
Supported by Lu Wen, it weighed three to four catties, and when he tore open the mouth of the bag, there were several large bunches of grapes, ordinary varieties, but after careful selection, the grains were fresh and plump.
He was puzzled: "This is?"
Ruan Feng said: "I really can't get away from the night show tonight, please help me bring it to Teacher Qu."
Lu Wen was stunned: "This is not appropriate..."
"What's inappropriate." Ruan Feng used sugar-coated shells, "Brother Lu Wen, I know you are enthusiastic, so please help."
Lu Wentou was very worried: "Actually, there is no need, the hotel provides fruit every day."
Ruan Feng insisted: "But there may not be grapes."
Not necessarily, but grapes are not a rare fruit, do they have to be eaten
"Brother Lu Wen, I won't treat you as an outsider." Ruan Feng grasped the measure and revealed, "I found out by chance that Teacher Qu is sick, especially with a fever, and likes to eat grapes."
It turned out to be like this, Lu Wen looked at Ruan Feng confusedly.
He couldn't tell whether Ruan Feng was sincere or flattering Qu Yanting, but he was sure that Qu Yanting was not serious about Ruan Feng, even if he was once, he is not dedicated now.
People always like the new and dislike the old, so Qu Yanting's current thoughts are mostly tied to him.
Ruan Feng smiled unconsciously: "Brother Lu Wen, what do you like to eat?"
"Huh? All good."
"One day we both finish work early, and I'll treat you to dinner."
Lu Wen felt more and more guilty, not knowing how to face Ruan Feng. He couldn't help but reflect, if Qu Yanting fell in love with him, is there any responsibility he cannot escape
As the saying goes, I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. The current situation is that he doesn't seduce Qu Yanting, but Qu Yanting is so fascinated by him.
Lu Wen felt extremely tormented, and smiled reluctantly and guiltily: "Xiao Ruan...you call me brother, I invite you."
"It's all good, it's settled!" Ruan Feng readily agreed, and the assistant told him to touch up his makeup. He ran and shouted back, "Brother Lu Wen, thank you!"
At sunset in the evening, when the sun was shining, Qu Yanting returned to the hotel after the transfusion. On the way, Ruan Feng called and asked Lu Wen to bring him a bag of grapes.
The room dinner is served first, with light four dishes and one soup. Qu Yanting ate a few mouthfuls, crouched on the sofa with the computer in his arms to change the script, and fiddled with his watch occasionally.
After typing out a line of words, there was the sound of approaching footsteps in the corridor. He hovered with his fingertips, presumably Lu Wen came back from work.
Sure enough, the doorbell rang.
Qu Yanting didn't look at the cat's eyes and opened the door directly, but outside the door was Lu Wen's manager Sun Xiaojian. He retreated half a palm away and grabbed the doorknob tightly.
Sun Xiaojian smiled all over his face, his attitude was far better than Lu Wen's, and his tone was also respectful: "Bian Qu, excuse me, have you eaten yet?"
Qu Yanting pursed her lips and said "um", so light that it could melt in the air.
Sun Xiaojian didn't dare to talk nonsense, and handed over the bag to explain his purpose: "Qu Bian, these are the grapes that Teacher Ruan gave you, please ask my family, Lu Wen, to bring them to you."
Qu Yanting didn't understand why Lu Wen didn't give it to him in person, but asked his agent to do it for him. 6207 closed the door, and he asked, "Lu Wen didn't come back?"
"I'm back." Sun Xiaojian lied for fear of appearing impolite, "He was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so he went into the room first."
In the opposite room, Lu Wen leaned against the door with the back of his head against the door panel, hearing the conversation outside clearly. While collecting Ruan Feng's grapes, Qu Yanting was concerned about his whereabouts.
What is it called? This is called eating what is in the bowl and looking at what is in the pot.
What else is it called? It is also told that both hands must be grasped, and both hands want to be hard.
Lu Wen couldn't accept it, he couldn't afford it, so he hid far away.
Qu Yanting carried the grapes to the kitchen, washed them in cold water, and filled a pot with three bunches. Picking one can fill the cheeks, the juice is sweet, and the flesh is soft and elastic.
When Qu Yanting was sick and had a fever when he was a child, Qu's father picked a bunch from the grape vines at home. In spring and summer, he will freeze it in the refrigerator for a while, and in autumn and winter, he will run through cold water to calm his throat.
In the season when there was no fruit, Qu's father bought it and lied to him that he picked it, and he always believed it.
Qu Yanting sat between the sofa and the coffee table, eating while revising the manuscript.
The phone rang, it was Ren Shu who came back from Beijing last night. Qu Yanting temporarily lost his appetite amidst the ringtone, procrastinated to the limit, and pressed the hands-free call.
During a conversation with friends, Ren Shu didn't know that he was sick, so he asked him if he didn't go to the set today, if he was exhausted a few days ago.
"It's okay." Qu Yanting didn't like to complain and report worries, "It's fine if you don't delay things."
Ren Shu's voice filled the living room: "You're boring like this, it's raining so much, real shooting, all night with empty shots, oops..."
Qu Yanting said, "What?"
"What do you think? Awesome!" Ren Shu smiled brightly, "Yan Ting, if you have your own team, you will be able to shoot even better."
Every director has such a team, including photography, lighting, art, and editing. Everyone is familiar with the director's style and routines, and there is an artistic tacit understanding among them.
Qu Yanting was silent for a few seconds, then smiled when he spoke, as if mocking himself: "Whatever team I want as a screenwriter, I can do it for you."
Ren Shule said: "Tired? Then I'm too embarrassed to go on."
Qu Yanting understood: "Is there something wrong?"
"About the 78th scene." Ren Shu was a little embarrassed, "Can you change it tonight? I want Teacher Yang Bin to finish it early."
Yang Bin's role as Ye's father is a special invitation, and there are very few scenes. It is scheduled to wrap up this weekend. The old drama bone is famous for his dedication, he has rheumatism and asthma, and he suffers very hard after the cold weather. Ren Shu knew it, couldn't bear it, and wanted the other party to leave the group earlier.
Qu Yanting browsed the document page, and immediately agreed: "Okay, I will send you an email tonight."
"That's great, it's really my dear buddy!" Ren Shu yelled until his phone became hot, "I went to see Mr. Yang when I received the script, and had a play with him, and the filming will start tomorrow morning."
Qu Yanting repeated softly: "Tomorrow morning?"
Ren Shu replied: "Yes, it's actually a stopper, so it won't affect other games."
Tonight, not only the script needs to be corrected, but the actors also need to memorize it. Qu Yanting looked at Ye Shan's lines in the document and asked, "What about Lu Wen?"
"Almost forgot about him, call him together." After Ren Shu finished speaking, he was puzzled, "But it's strange, I haven't met him in the hotel before."
Of course you won't see it, Qu Yanting said inwardly.
In order to save time and effort, he adopted a compromise method and took on the task: "Well, I'll take care of him."
two hours later.
Lu Wen soaked in the bathtub, the hot water circulated, his arms rested on the edge, and the muscles of his arms were coated with a layer of water.
He leaned back on the towel, upset, and sang in the faint water mist: "I really want to be completely free, escape from your grasp, start to live again, and find the new self that is happy and does not shrink back..."
The ringtone of the phone interrupted him.
The phone vibrates on the dressing table, Lu Wenchi/naked out of the bath, stepping on the floor towel. It was an unfamiliar and well-behaved number, not like a scam, he picked it up: "Hello, who is it?"
"it's me."
Qu Yanting's voice.
Lu Wen shuddered, and hurriedly pulled on his bathrobe and put it on. After thinking too much in three to five seconds, why did Qu Yanting call him? what purpose? Can't stand not seeing him for a day
Stabilizing his mind, he slid his Adam's apple back and forth: "What, what is it?"
Qu Yanting said: "Come over to my room."
The author has something to say: Another day I will sort out the superstar's playlist (just talk about it)