There was only one night light left in the room, Lan Ting sat on the bedside and read the script on the ipad, while Wen Ai lay beside him bored, turning over three times a minute.
Lan Ting glanced at the time on the iPad, it was only a few minutes past nine, and the elementary school students might still be awake. Lan Ting put a hand on top of Wen Ai's head, and gently stroked his forehead with his thumb: "Do you want to listen to a story?"
"Yes!" Wen Ai leaned over and hugged Lan Ting's waist, and directly pillowed his head on his crotch.
Lan Ting moved his little furry head out of the minefield dumbfounded, and read slowly according to the script. Wen Ai's consciousness gradually blurred as he heard his clear voice.
After Lan Ting read, his voice became softer and softer, and he didn't stop until the little guy on his lap was completely asleep. He planned to move him into the bed, but he couldn't bear to see that cute sleeping appearance, so he stretched out his hand Turning the road halfway, hugging the back of Wen Ai's head, while reading the script, he rubbed it once and for all.
Lan Ting devoted 12 points to the movie in his hand, studied the script very carefully, and finally put the ipad aside at nearly twelve o'clock, and took Wen Ai, who didn't know how many dreams he had made, into his arms.
"Little thing." Lan Ting scratched the corner of Wen Ai's upturned mouth with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Dreams are fun."
Wen Ai mumbled a few words with his eyes closed, and turned his head to avoid the mischievous fingers on his mouth. Lan Ting chased after him and continued to scratch. Wen Ai was not aggressive either, she just sucked gently with Lan Ting in her mouth, her plump cheeks were sunken, bulged, sunken, and bulged regularly, as well-behaved as a nursing baby.
Lan Ting couldn't help but kissed his cheek, and murmured, "How did I meet such a baby as you?"
Before going to bed, Lan Ting took out his mobile phone and sent Lan Yu a text message: [Korean dramas can still be watched sometimes.]
Lan Ting slept very well that night, the mattress in the five-star hotel was much more comfortable than the mattress in his rented house, and holding a sweet and soft baby, the feeling was satisfying and real.
After breakfast, Lan Ting took a taxi to take Wen Ai home. The address is not difficult to find, the driver will know the address. With Wen Ai brushing his face at the guard, the taxi passed through the big iron gate smoothly, and drove all the way into the luxurious private estate. Arriving in front of the villa, Wen Aimojiu refused to get out of the car, took out the agreement folded into small squares from his pocket, and waved it in front of Lan Ting's eyes: "You signed it, don't make a wrong decision."
Lan Ting looked out of the car window, there were servants and bodyguards everywhere in the manor, it was not the battle that ordinary rich people would put on.
"You are so capable, how can I still rely on you?"
Satisfied, Wen Ai opened the car door, stomped on the ground with one foot and retracted it, stretched his face towards Lan Ting: "Master Jin is leaving, do you have anything to say?"
Lan Ting couldn't understand, but he wanted to tease him, pretending to be confused: "What are you doing?"
"Stupid." Wen Ai pointed his cheek with his finger, and suggested: "Kiss me."
The smile in Lan Ting's eyes was about to overflow, this baby was so frank and generous, it was so painful, he leaned over, held Wen Ai's face, and kissed each other resoundingly.
When Wen Ai went out this time, he used his uncle's name, and the servants of the housekeeper thought that he had gone to Xiang Shu's place to play all night. Uncle Xiang did know that he helped Wen Ai arrange the matter of keeping Lan Ting. When he first heard about Wen Aiti, he was a little surprised, but with a wave of his hand, he immediately agreed. He has always doted on this little nephew. Although he has a heart problem, he is a good guy after all. Playing male stars is nothing, as long as he doesn't play himself into it, everything is easy to talk about.
"I went home in the morning, and I'm in my room." Wen Ai leaned against the window and talked on the phone, "Well, I'm very satisfied, Uncle, give him any good resources you have first!"
"I'm already picking it up." Xiang Shu has been raising Xiao Qinger all year round. She's a bit of a scumbag, but she's experienced and worried that Wen Ai's only raising one would be too boring, "Who else do you like? I'll pack it for you. "
Wen Ai quickly refused, and then instructed, "By the way, uncle, you must cover this matter tightly for me, and let my mother know that I won't even think about going out for a year."
In fact, he didn't need to say, Xiang Shu didn't dare to let his sister Xiang Ning know, otherwise he would bear the brunt of the sacrifice before his little nephew.
Wen Ai stayed at home for a few days, and Xiang Ning was still busy with business abroad, so he couldn't reach him for the time being, but the housekeeper was too dedicated, and he followed Xiang Ning's instructions on big and small matters, not allowed to eat spicy food, not allowed to drink drinks, and had to eat in moderation every day After exercising, Wen Ai was tossed, and soon he couldn't stand it anymore, and then thought that Lan Ting was about to join the filming group, so he quickly called his uncle to get him out of this cage.
Everyone in Kaixing Entertainment has recently known that Lan Ting has become the company's favorite target. It is also heavily packaged and resource-intensive. Even the agent has been replaced by Qi Qun, who has led several generations of actor and actress, who can be called a legend in the industry. .
Lan Ting went to the company to meet with the new agent, and both parties were very satisfied. Qi Qun had a sharp eye, and thought that with Lan Ting's appearance and acting skills, he only needed a little help to become popular.
"I'm going to fly to Paris in the afternoon, and I won't be back until at least five days later. I won't be able to accompany you into the set the day after tomorrow." Qi Qun confessed, "The company has sent you an assistant, and I've also taken care of the set, so there shouldn't be any problems. If there is any problem, please call me as soon as possible.”
Lan Ting nodded: "Thank you Brother Qi."
Qi Qun patted him on the shoulder: "It's useless to say these things. If you are serious about filming, I have to thank you in return if you make a name for yourself."
When Lan Ting came out of the company, he met Wang Zhen. He was a good guy. He changed his usual indifference and greeted him with a smile when he came up. Lan Ting has been in the entertainment industry for many years, learned to be patient, learned to restrain his temper, but the arrogance in his bones has not changed at all. A few years ago, he was treated coldly by the company. Wang Zhen's attitude was perfunctory, and he was not regarded as an artist at all. Although he followed the instructions from above, Wang Zhen was considered blacklisted by him.
Wang Zhen was still stalking there, Lan Ting took a step back, and said directly, "Let's go first", then turned around and strode away, leaving Wang Zhen with a livid face, standing there feeling the feeling of being swept away .
Lan Ting walked home in stride, thinking of the stardom that suddenly cleared the clouds and saw the sun, and he was in a hearty and hearty mood. Although it was obtained by means he hated and despised the most, as soon as he thought that his little benefactor was that cute and straightforward child, he didn't feel disgusted at all, and some inexplicable feelings grew in his heart. pleasure.
When he got to the door, his cell phone rang. Seeing that it was Lan Yu calling again, Lan Ting hung up without saying a word. After opening the door and entering the house, Lan Ting had just put the key on the shoe cabinet when Lan Yu's text message arrived again.
[Do you think you can escape by hiding! Who is it? Who did you fall in love with at first sight? !]
Lan Ting had a headache and moved her into the communication blacklist, regretting that the hotel really shouldn't have sent Lan Yu a text message that night, and caused herself a disaster for no reason. This girl is also indomitable enough. Showing the attitude of the object of his heart not giving up.
Lan Ting washed his hands, sat down at the table and ate beef rice noodles, which he packed just now, and because he was in a good mood, he added an extra serving of beef.
While hula rice noodles, Lan Ting opened WeChat, and clicked on the dialog box of his crush.
Wen Ai was also eating here, sipping the tender cod meat, when he received a WeChat message from Lan Ting. Looking at the concern on the screen, Wen Ai was so proud that her tail almost went up to the sky.
Since the last farewell, Lan Ting took the initiative to contact him every day, sharing any funny things with him, and greeting him at regular intervals when there was nothing to do, being just right.
Wen Ai clutched the phone, feeling unspeakable sweetness in his heart, and was about to reply to WeChat, when the system popped up after a long absence: "It's very hot? I'll ask you if you still want to do the task?"
Wen Ai: "Do it."
System: "Look at your expression, you are smiling like a flower, is this the attitude that a funder should have? You said that you want to get 85 points to go to the world of immortal cultivation."
Wen Ai lowered his head to take a picture in the soup bowl, and forcibly snapped off the corners of his mouth with two index fingers: "Then what should I do, I can't help but remember."
The system Chen Ken suggested: "Follow the outline of the plot, it's okay to torture him."
Wen Ai lost time talking to the system, so Lan Ting sent another WeChat message: [Are you busy?]
Wen Ai replied: [I'm eating, is there something wrong?]
Lan Ting frowned slightly, the child seemed a little cold today.
[What's wrong, are you in a bad mood?]
[Great:)]
"Tsk." Lan Ting stopped picking up rice noodles, looked at the facial expression at the end of the sentence, "Why do you look so underwhelmed?"
Lan Ting: [Are you free tomorrow? take you out to play. I'm going to join the group the day after tomorrow, and I'm going to be out of town for a while.]
Wen Ai thought for a while: [No time.]
Lan Ting asked: [Is there something wrong?]
Wen Ai replied straightforwardly: [It's okay, I just want to sleep at home.]
Lan Ting stared at the last message and read it three times, and finally he was willing to face the reality - Wen Ai would rather sleep than play with him. Lan Ting was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itchy. He was still clinging to him for a kiss a few days ago, but now he doesn't even bother to make up nonsense.
Falling out of favor was caught off guard, and Lan Ting was a little bit disappointed after his anger passed. Wen Ai was warm to him for three minutes, a typical child's disposition, interests come and go as fast as the wind, after blowing away, there is nothing left , he just stood there with his arms outstretched, happily wanting to embrace love.
Are you fucking stupid!
Lan Ting lowered his head and continued to eat the rice noodles, but the beef was no longer tasty.
Two days later, Lan Ting joined the crew of "Dragon Race". Although he only played the third male lead and was not a big celebrity, the courtesy he received was far different from his previous experience in the shabby crew.
"Dragon Race" is a movie adapted from a popular fantasy novel, in which costumes appear in ancient costumes. It was late autumn, and the film and television city was in the north. For the film effect, the actors only wore thin robes and long skirts for filming. When the wind blew, their tongues trembled from the cold, and their lines could not be read clearly.
After a scene, assistant An Li quickly put on a down jacket for Lan Ting and handed him a water glass. Lan Ting drank a whole cup of hot water, and his body became much warmer.
An Li took the cup: "Brother Lan, I'll go get some heat—ouch!"
In the middle of the sentence, An Li had a stomachache, and Lan Ting waved his hand: "It's okay, you go, I will fill the water myself."
There was plenty of time, Lan Ting went around outside the set after filling the water, got into his RV, and put on some warm babies again.
When he returned to the set, Lan Ting found that everyone in the crew was holding a Starbucks cup, and everyone nodded to him in thanks.
"Thank you Brother Lan, it's a waste of money."
"Xiao Lan has a heart."
Lan Ting was at a loss, and the makeup artist even came to chat with him: "Brother Lan, where did you find the little assistant, it's so juicy."
Lan Ting frowned: "Little assistant? Where?"
The makeup artist pointed in the direction: "Over there, drinks are being served."
Lan Ting searched along the way, and the aroma of coffee and milk in the air became stronger and stronger. When he finally reached the source of the aroma, Lan Ting suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes locked on the "little assistant" not far away.