Yuan Rui, who had taken a shower, couldn't fall asleep either.
He is a little reluctant to bed, and it takes several days to adapt to a new place every time, and the pillows in the hotel are not as comfortable as sleeping at home.
Moreover, there is too much space around me, and I want to call Zheng Qiuyang again.
He took his cell phone and checked the time. It was already past twelve o'clock, it was too late, so let's call again tomorrow morning.
Lying down in a different position, the carved table lamp by the bed was very beautiful. He stared at it for a while, thinking that he would also buy two beautiful lamps for his new home. Before going to bed, he and Zheng Qiuyang could read comics and magazines together, think about it They all feel so warm.
Having already thought of this, he simply opened Taobao, picked a few lamps for a long time, and put them in the favorites, but did not buy them. You can't buy things before going to bed. It is said that people are the most impulsive at night. You must wait until the daytime when you are not so impulsive before choosing.
After closing Taobao, he used his trumpet to browse Weibo for a while, retweeted a few lucky draws, and read some jokes from jokers, but he still didn't feel sleepy.
I really miss home, and I miss my boyfriend too.
The next morning, he got up later than usual.
At around seven o'clock, Zhao Zhengyi, who had his room card, came in and knocked on the door to ask him to have breakfast. He hurriedly got up and dressed, and asked through the bedroom door, "Has Aunt Yang returned from Guangzhou?"
Zhao Zhengyi said: "I just heard that I'm already on my way from the airport, and I'll be there in a while, so I can catch up with the press conference."
Yuan Rui got dressed and came out. Zhao Zhengyi made honey water for him and brought it to him and said, "It's not hot, but it's just right to drink. Why are the dark circles so heavy? Didn't you sleep well?"
Yuan Rui took a drink of water from the cup and said embarrassedly, "I'm a bit of a bed bug."
Zhao Zhengyi asked concerned: "Is the state okay? If not, tell the organizer first, and don't ask you questions at the press conference."
Yuan Rui rubbed his eyes and said, "Okay, no problem."
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he and Zhao Zhengyi went to the ninth floor to have a buffet breakfast. When they met Song Huanyan, she had already done her hair and make-up, and she didn't eat anything. She just sat there with a cup of coffee and drank slowly.
Yuan Rui greeted her, and she also saw that Yuan Rui didn't sleep well, so she asked a few questions with concern.
After parting, Zhao Zhengyi quietly gossiped: "She doesn't look good on TV, and she's too thin, and she doesn't have much breasts. I don't know why the benefactor likes her..."
"Xiao Zhao," Yuan Rui looked at him seriously, and said, "Can you stop talking about her like this?"
Zhao Zhengyi stopped talking, a little embarrassed, this was the first time Yuan Rui spoke to him in this tone.
After a hasty breakfast, the two went back to the room, Zhao Zhengyi didn't speak again.
Seeing him sitting there silently, Yuan Rui asked, "Xiao Zhao, are you angry?"
Zhao Zhengyi was not angry, but he was a little unhappy, so he simply said: "Brother Yuan, I didn't say what I said just now. Even if I didn't say it, others would say it. Can you still stop everyone's mouths?" ?”
Yuan Rui said a little disappointed: "I can't care what others say about her, but you are also my friend."
Zhao Zhengyi: "..."
After a while he said, "Hurry up and change your clothes, it's time to leave in half an hour."
Yuan Rui looked at him and asked, "Are you not angry with me?"
Zhao Zhengyi said with a smile: "Who would really be angry with a friend?"
Yuan Rui also laughed and said, "Then you wait for me outside for a while, I'll make a phone call, and then change my clothes."
Zhao Zhengyi said heartily, alas, he called "uncle" again.
Zheng Qiuyang woke up early, put his cell phone and ipad beside his pillow, lay down and waited for Yuan Rui to give him a morning call, waited and waited for him to come, he was upset for a long time.
When Yuan Rui finally called, he pretended to be woken up and pretended to complain: "What time is it, why is it so early?"
Yuan Rui said over there: "It's already eight o'clock, get up and eat something, then go change the washing machine."
Zheng Qiuyang was very angry, and this time he really complained: "Washing machine, washing machine, just miss the washing machine!"
Yuan Rui: "..."
Zheng Qiuyang said angrily, "Why don't you ask me if I slept well?"
Yuan Rui asked obediently: "Then did you sleep well?"
Zheng Qiuyang said: "It's not good at all."
The other end of the phone was quiet for a while, before Yuan Rui said in a low voice, "I want you to sleep a little longer, so I called you after breakfast."
Zheng Qiuyang: "..."
Yuan Rui really thought that he was getting angry, and continued to coax: "You sleep for another half an hour, and I will call you before the press conference begins."
Zheng Qiuyang thought to himself, why are you still sleeping, I only want to sleep with you now.
"Then go to sleep." After Yuan Rui said this, he was reluctant to hang up, and said, "Actually, I didn't sleep well, but I miss you."
Zheng Qiuyang moved his lips, but did not answer.
Yuan Rui waited for a while without hearing the sound, and said to himself, "Did you fall asleep again?"
Zheng Qiuyang wanted to laugh a little, and wanted to fly over to hug him right away.
Yuan Rui thought that he must have fallen asleep again, so he said in a very low voice: "Qiuyang, I love you so much."
After speaking, he felt very shy and hung up immediately.
Zheng Qiuyang's mood soared in an instant, his chest was beating non-stop, and a passionate symphony was vaguely heard in his ears. He grabbed Yuan Rui's pillow and hugged him tightly, and all the thoughts were flying around with Yuan Rui. All kinds of pictures together, now he has to think about it when asked what his last name is.
It's over, it's over, it's really fucking in Yuan Xiaorui's hands.
The launch conference of "Who Is the Sand Between Your Fingers" went very smoothly. Most of the questions asked to the main creators were prepared in advance, and everyone was also prepared. The burden made the audience laugh, especially the producer Yang Lu, who was a well-known mouthpiece when she was young, and her ability to control the atmosphere of the scene and adapt to changes is naturally nothing to say.
After the end, Yang Lu chatted with a few young actors alone. She came from CCTV. There is a consensus in everyone's heart that this crew should not cause trouble, especially when it comes to pornography, gambling and drugs. If the media doesn't need to expose netizens to hack and choke them, the producer will choke them first.
No matter what others think, Yuan Rui is very happy. He used to be in a particularly smoky crew. The actors and directors messed around, the actors and actresses messed around, the actors slept with fans, and the actresses slept with investors. The people in the house got together and chatted with each other while smoking noodles, and asked him to join in, so scared that he ran back to the room and locked the door and didn't dare to fall asleep all night. Although he doesn't participate in these things, it's really bad to be in this kind of crew. It's really good to have a clean working environment and a working team.
After returning to the hotel, it was time for lunch. Yuan Rui originally wanted to go to the ninth floor to eat the buffet packaged by the crew, but Yang Lu's assistant called him and said that Yang Lu wanted to have dinner with him, so he had no choice but to go.
Yang Lu had already ordered the dishes, and was waiting for him in the private room. Seeing him coming in, she said, "I have to go back to Guangzhou in the afternoon, and I have to leave after I have dinner with you."
Yuan Rui said: "Huh? You are so busy..."
Yang Lu smiled and said, "No matter how busy you are, you have to chat with your godson alone."
Yuan Rui was a little shy, and said, "Aunt Yang, I will film well, and I won't cause trouble, and I won't embarrass you."
Yang Lu said: "I know you are a good boy."
Because she had to rush back to Guangzhou for work in the afternoon, Yang Lu didn't order wine, and there were no extravagant dishes on the table, just an ordinary meal.
Yang Lu noticed that Yuan Rui had always been reluctant to pick up the food in front of her, so she helped him pick up other dishes, and asked very carefully, "You don't seem to like celery?"
Yuan Rui hadn't been cared by female elders like this for a long time, and she felt very warm in her heart, saying, "Well, I never liked to eat since I was a child."
Yang Lu said: "I don't like to eat it either. I think it has a strange smell. My son doesn't like it either. Our family never buys celery."
Yuan Rui nodded. He heard from other people that Yang Lu had a son. He heard that he was a returnee from a prestigious school, and he was a particularly outstanding person.
Yang Lu said again: "Eat more, you won't be a model in the future, you don't have to be so thin."
Yuan Rui said embarrassingly: "I can't eat too much. I used to be hungry before, and my stomach is so hungry."
Yang Lu looked at him with a frown and said, "When you were so young, you worked hard abroad, and no one took care of you. Your stomach was ruined. We will rest after the Spring Festival. I will take you to see a Chinese medicine doctor I know. It's a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. Give it to the leader. If you see a doctor, ask him to prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for you to recuperate and recuperate, and take advantage of your youth to get your body in order, otherwise there will be more problems when you get older."
Yuan Rui was very touched, but didn't know what to say, so he stumbled and said, "Aunt Yang, thank you, I, I..."
Yang Lu said: "Hurry up and eat, I have to leave quickly after eating."
Yuan Rui had no choice but to swallow what he didn't say, and tried his best to eat half a bowl more than usual.
It's nice to have "Mom".
The next day it was officially started, and when I got busy, the days passed faster.
Zheng Qiuyang and Yuan Rui have video calls every day, they can't get enough of each other, and they always have to say goodbye for a long time before they really see each other again.
Yuan Rui was not at home, he often went to eat at his mother's place, his mother had high blood pressure, and it was easy to feel uncomfortable in winter, so she controlled her temper and didn't nag him much.
After his elder brother Zheng Shaoyang had a daughter, the patriarchal grandma became even more angry, and troubled her daughter-in-law all day long, and rarely went to tear her crotch with Zheng Qiuyang's mother again.
There was a fire in Zheng Shaoyang’s backyard. He was busy taking care of his wife and children, and appeasing his mother who ran away at any time. He seldom went to the company. Most of the work was handed over to his cronies and subordinates. These people didn’t want to offend Zheng Qiuyang, so his design was selected instead. a few.
Not only are the roots of the ears clean, but also his work has improved a bit. Zheng Qiuyang is in good condition recently.
Even if he misses Yuan Rui so much, the Masturbation Cup can't satisfy him gradually.
Shanghai has been cloudy and rainy, and the sun has not been seen for half a month.
During the breaks between filming, Yuan Rui occasionally looked up at the sky, and especially missed the warm and scorching sun in Beijing.
He also missed Zheng Qiuyang very much. He talked to Zheng Qiuyang once a day before going to bed, and after he hung up, he couldn't help but feel sore eyes.
Zheng Qiuyang's hair is a bit longer than when he came here. Zheng Qiuyang is wearing a new shirt that he has never seen before, which looks good. Zheng Qiuyang has a green beard for a few days, which is very sexy. Zheng Qiuyang said that he drew a new design and was selected. Zheng Qiuyang, Zheng Qiuyang, Zheng Qiuyang...
Yuan Rui finally resumed the masturbation method that he hadn't practiced since he fell in love.
But the more you masturbate, the more sad you become, and the more you masturbate, the more you want to go home.