I'm a little hungry after squatting in your restaurant all night. "
The young master looked at this face in shock, reached out and rubbed it on his face, and wiped off a piece of powder.
Little Star: "What are you doing?"
Young Master: "It's really you! It's nothing like you!"
The little star is a little proud: "How about it, my makeup skills are good."
The young master nodded sharply and asked, "Why did you come here?"
The little star glared at him: "If you don't tell me something, I can't see it myself?"
This is the first time he has gone out without sunglasses or a mask since that day. The scars on his face, with the support of technology, have carried forward the viciousness and horror, and can be credited with first-class merit.
The little star was sitting in the corner of the restaurant, watching the young master's fingers flying over the keys, his face was gentle, and the piano sounded melodious.
He doesn't know any music, and his mind is full of goddamn good-looking people. Such a good-looking person plays such a good-looking piano. What kind of son of heaven is this boss who can hire their young master.
After that, if you can see who is staring at the young master all the time, the little star will understand that this kind of rogue who pretends to be a gentleman might as well let him see what a real rogue bully looks like.
The young master was a little worried: "He won't just die like this, will he?"
Xiaoxing: "It's okay, I have a lot to do. Do you think he will dare to come and harass you in the future?"
The young master hesitated and took out the chili water in his hand: "This is useless."
The little star smiled: "I am so diligent and thrifty, how can I waste it? You close your eyes first."
The young master closed his eyes.
Then the sound of unzipping the zipper was heard.
Xiao Xing led his hand to fix the position: "Okay, that's it, down!"
The knife could not be taken on the subway, and the two stood under the street lamp waiting for the last bus.
The young master whispered, "Ajing, I think you're acting like it."
The little star didn't care: "I'm not acting like I really wanted to chop him up."
The young master thought for a while: "No, at that time, even if the voice sounded familiar, I didn't dare to recognize you. It was like a different person. It really felt like some kind of local snake."
The little star bowed his head and didn't answer, but said something else: "I'll pick you up from get off work in the evening."
"… "
The young master didn't answer either, just looked at him cautiously: "Ajing, can I still see you acting?"
The little star was silent for a long time, and he said, "Do you want to see it?"
The young master's eyes lit up: "I want to."
The bus came from a distance, and the lights shone on the road in front of them, a piece of warmth.
The young master stepped into the car first, then looked back at him, with a little orange light shining in his eyes.
At that moment, all the timidity and fear that the starlet had stuck in his throat turned into a sip of strong wine and burned his whole body hot.
He heard himself say slowly but firmly, "Okay, I see."
13.
After that day, the little star would pick up the young master every night, and the man never appeared again.
During the day, the young master reads books and revises the manuscripts at home, while the little star swipes the web pages and plays with his flowers and plants.
The days gradually calmed down, but no one mentioned the topic that night.
In fact, when the little star woke up the next day and remembered what he had promised last night, he felt dizzy. It is really understandable how the ancient faint-hearted kings were blown into the pillow wind.
He can muster up the courage to go out of the house for the young master, but it is not up to him to decide the matter of filming and casting.
The company's resources will no longer be allocated to him, and the contract does not stipulate that he can still take over the role himself. But now his reputation is too bad on the Internet, even if a director wants him, investors and producers will not consider him.
Not to mention that his acting skills simply can't make people make a decision for him on the spot as soon as they see it.
He wrote these concerns ten thousand times, but he couldn't tell the young master.
I agreed, and now I say this, what else can I see besides showing that he is cowardly
Little stars bite the bullet and ask friends in the circle for help to ask if there are any movies or TV dramas that have been approved recently to prepare for casting. They ask for lower and lower levels, not for big directors and big productions, even if they look at them and use them to launder money. The movie is also ready to try.
The friend was surprised: "I think you should wait for the limelight to pass. No one will really consider you at this time."
Xiao Xing didn't explain anything: "I know, please ask for help first."
As expected, I asked around and found nothing.
The little star has been depressed for several days, and then he regained his energy and thought of other ways. If he can still clean up, he should have a chance to turn over.
He listed the black spots on his body in order on a piece of paper.
The first thing to do is to rely on the gold master to grab other people's resources.
Thinking about it makes me feel very bitter, how could he have any good resources in the past, even if it was really his ex-boyfriend who gave him some good resources that time, but did he use it
It's a waste of money, and the benefits have not yet been obtained. What kind of money-losing business is this.
This is really hard to wash off. As long as the ex-boyfriend doesn't let go and say that they are in a relationship, no one will think about it at all, and when he took a group photo, wouldn't he be convinced that he is really related to Cheng Qi.
Others are the black spots on the character design, and the public opinion counterattack caused by the attempted suicide, which is even more finished.
Some people are born with more sensibility to death than the average person. This has nothing to do with their own experience, and it has nothing to do with selling people.
Unless he can now improve other aspects of his acting skills to be as amazing as when he played death, this hat can't be taken off.
And now it's useless to commit suicide, and it may take him a lifetime to pretend to commit suicide.
Listed in this way, the little star feels aggrieved. He didn't make any principled mistakes, he didn't kill, didn't set fire, didn't go to prostitutes, and didn't cheat, how could he be scolded like heinous
I can only buy a bunch of reference books with the energy to take the college entrance examination, and think over and over again about the films made by the best actors and actresses.
Subject to the scar on the face, the characters that can be accepted are also limited.
The little star sat in front of the mirror and tried to use makeup to lighten the scar little by little, but it was of no use, no matter how much she tried, it was so conspicuous.
No artist can be indifferent to his own face.
The young master also saw the faint agitation of the little star. Occasionally, when he woke up at night, he could feel that the people around him were instantly stiff and pretending to fall asleep - the little star's insomnia was too serious.
He didn't know how to make the little star feel better, so he patted his back lightly: "Ajing, if you can't sleep, let's chat."
The little star simply refused: "I don't have insomnia, I can sleep."
Young Master: "..."
So what are you talking about in your dreams
The little star was silent for a while, lifted the quilt and sat up, and said solemnly: "I really don't have insomnia, I just slept late."
The young master just stared at him with his black and white clear eyes.
Xiao Xing's tone softened, with a little secret eroticism: "We are all men, full of blood, and I haven't had sex for more than half a year, so I'm not allowed to sleep a little later and be self-sufficient?"
Young Master: "..."
The young master really began to think about whether it was inconvenient to sleep here by himself: "How about I go back to sleep on the sofa?"
As he said that, he was about to get out of bed with a pillow.
The little star pulled him: "What sofa do you sleep on when it's so cold now?"
The young master looked at him innocently, and the little star who was watching was about to recruit the sleeping pills he had just bought today but hadn't had a chance to take under the bed.
The little star said with difficulty: "It's alright, I'll restrain myself, go to sleep."
The young master felt even more guilty. Why didn't he let his friends have sex
The young master said righteously: "I don't mind, you don't need to worry about me, I can understand!"
The little star had a hard time riding a tiger, so he could only press him on the bed. Only then did he see clearly how red the young master's face was in the moonlight - just a slight mention of his face was hot, and his eyes flickered to the side.
The little star couldn't tell what he was thinking, maybe it was a prank, maybe he was really bewitched, he lowered his head and licked the little master's right ear.
Sure enough, the chain bones were immediately dyed a nice red.
The young master shuddered, staring at him speechless.
The little star also felt embarrassed, and what was even more embarrassing was that he found that he really wanted to have sex.
The little star took his hand away from the young master's chest, his eyes wandering: "I'm just joking... It's normal for a friend to be like this... Right."
The young master collapsed a little and gritted his teeth: "I haven't had sex for a year, do you know?"
Little Star: "… Huh?"
The little star recalled, tentatively lowered his hand to that position, and touched it lightly—hard.
The two stared at each other in silence for a while, and the little star felt a little dry in his throat, and said softly, "I'll help you?"
Young Master: "...?"
"It's nothing, sometimes we help each other in the university dormitory..." Little Xing put his hand into the young master's pajamas and rubbed it gently while doing psychological construction for him and himself.
The little master screamed like a kitten, curled up, and his beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of water mist. After breaking up with his ex-boyfriend, he never did this kind of activity again. It was too exciting for a while.
The thought that just arose, is it really good to do this among friends, and the next second was interrupted by the continuous pleasure.
The young master vaguely felt that it was not good that only he was cool, so he tentatively stretched out his left hand and held Xiao Xingxing's things, moving up and down without any rules, and then he heard Xiao Xing's voice hoarsely ask him: "You, Was it above or below