Strictly speaking, Lai Fanglin's attitude towards Meng Jinyu was very complicated, not disgusting as imagined, but more of a kind of inquiry and bewilderment.
Curiosity is curiosity, he is not a newcomer in the circle, and of course some things will not be obvious.
But what Xia Qi said to him would definitely not be false, at least Meng Jinyu and the person on the phone did not look like a normal relationship at first glance.
The matter was settled in the end, neither party came forward, and everyone was arguing with each other, and it was over, after all, it was useless to say anything before the show was aired.
The people on Fang Lin's Weibo are a little more active. Right now, there are 70-30 people in the square, and 70% of them are skeptical. They either really think that his acting is wrong for passers-by, or they don't trust new book fans, or they firmly believe that he stole it. Resources Meng Jinyu fans, the remaining 30% support him, 10% are Yan Zhi fans or want to play to become passers-by, 10% are Meng Jinyu black fans, and the last 10% have a little confidence in him, just watching the tidbits and think he is good Drama fans.
This level of popularity can be said to be high or low, and coupled with the business of the protagonist group, it can basically maintain the popularity until the broadcast starts after all the later stages are completed.
Chu Chen also finished filming two days ago. His filming marks the end of the filming of the whole drama. After that, the post-production staff will work overtime and finish, and then notify them to cooperate with the business promotion. Chu Chen posted a Weibo on the day of the filming. Except for Lan Peirou who really doesn’t like to play Weibo and the company let her use it, everyone either reposted or commented. The crew also posted a wave of announcements. trending.
However, Fang Lin has not been idle during this time. First, he was invited to shoot Duan Changke before giving the endorsement, because he is not very familiar with the relevant process, and the brand side has high requirements for photography, and he has to shoot several styles and scenes. From time to time I had to go for reshoots, and it took more than half a month to finally get it.
Fang Lin is not as cautious as before. Sometimes it is too late to finish work in the city, and he will occasionally live in Duan Changke's apartment. The other party didn't come back every day, even once because Fang Lin slept in the guest room, Duan Changke came and left, if it wasn't because the cleaning opened the door and found Fang Lin sleeping inside, he almost didn't notice him coming.
As expected of the boss, the boss dragged Fang Lin back from the guest room and threw him on the bed in the master bedroom the next day. After tossing for half the night, he said that he could directly sleep in his room in the future.
The sky was fine this night, the curtains in the master bedroom were not drawn, and half of the moon could be seen hidden in the clouds.
Fang Lin lay his body on the other side of the bed like a salted fish. He didn't think it was wrong to sleep in the guest room, and muttered: "I don't want to trouble you..."
"What do you think is the difference between sleeping here and sleeping in the next room?" Duan Changke said.
Fang Lin thought that Duan Changke was reminding himself of his identity, and immediately nodded hurriedly: "I understand, I understand, I will sleep on your bed from now on."
"..." Duan Changke was silent for a rare second, and then thought of something.
It is true that the cleaning once said that because Duan Changke had been living alone before, there were several rooms that would not be cleaned on a regular basis every day. Combined with Fang Lin's temperament in the past few days, he guessed one or two.
But Fang Lin didn't speak directly.
Duan Changke felt that Fang Lin was very strange, in some respects he was honest enough to himself, but in other respects he was stubborn. For example, now, Fang Lin obviously felt that cleaning would make him feel uncomfortable, so he went to live and would not clean the room every day, trying to reduce his sense of existence.
He sighed: "Got it, I won't call Auntie so often in the future."
His thoughts were seen through, Fang Lin blinked, and then let out a slow "Oh".
He was weak and lazy, and his voice became less clear because he yelled a lot, and the sound he blurted out was kind of coquettish and glutinous.
"Why," Duan Changke said with a bit of teasing in his voice, "Have you lost your temper?"
"Where is it?" Fang Lin was still lying on his stomach, refusing to admit it with drooping eyelids.
Duan Changke seemed to have noticed that Fang Lin looked different from usual at times like this, like a lazy cat curled up on a mat basking in the sun.
Fang Lin's idea is very simple, after all, what you love is my wish, Duan Changke does make him very comfortable in many cases, it is better to honestly succumb to desire than to carry it all day long, why not do it.
Sometimes he also feels that he has taken advantage of himself.
After all, although he looked like he was being miserably every time, compared with Duan Changke, he didn't need to contribute much after all.
It's over, Fang Lin, your idea is not quite right.
he said in his heart.
He was thinking about it, his eyelids were about to close, and suddenly his head felt warm, Duan Changke stretched out his hand to brush his hair, and said in a very relaxed tone: "Just make trouble, I'll let you make some demands today. "
Fang Lin followed his movements and raised his head, but his eyes were still dazed and sleepy.
Probably the tenderness after the event was the most relaxed and natural time for the two to communicate, Fang Lin groaned: "Is that always trying to coax me?"
"Okay." Duan Changke took a sip of water from the bedside table, handed it to Fang Lin, and smiled, "What do you want?"
Fang Lin had heard Duan Changke say this once before. At that time, the relationship between the two of them was still a bit awkward, and they even signed something seriously.
He leaned close to the rim of Duan Changke's cup just now, and drank some water with his hand, his lips were wet and looked very shiny, and he jokingly cooperated: "Oh... let me think about it."
Duan Changke raised his eyebrows and waited for him to speak.
Fang Lin began to count with his fingers in a dignified way: "Mr. Duan, look, I'm still short of a car."
"Choose a model for this kind of trivial matter and report it directly to the secretary. You don't need to come and tell me."
He said solemnly, and continued to break off his index finger: "My house is old, why don't you move it closer."
"This question is less nutritious than the one just now. Next."
Fang Lin puffed up half of his face, and said loudly, "I want that kind! Dabieye! Dabieye!"
"I said the answer to this kind of question is the same as the first one." Duan Changke smiled with interest, "Is there any way to raise something constructive?"
Knowing that Duan Changke was teasing him, Fang Lin felt a little annoyed at being bullied: "Then I want a yacht! Airplane!"
"Okay, okay."
But even knowing this, Fang Lin still gritted his teeth: "Then equity! Equity! You and the board of directors need to tear up the many, many shares!"
"Small problem, I am dictatorial." Duan Changke gave him a light look, "Is there any more?"
Both sides of Fang Lin's face swelled up, like a puffer fish.
Pufferfish was defeated: "No more, no more. I won't play with you anymore."
He heard a chuckle, Duan Changke probably made him happy, and couldn't help rubbing his hair again.
"If you squeeze it again, you'll be bald." Fang Lin bared his teeth, "Are you just coaxing people like this?"
"It's not that the effect is quite good." Duan Changke was unmoved at all, her fingers slipped from Fang Lin's hair, and pinched his chin, "Then what else do you want?"
Fang Lin was very clever, he could immediately hear the difference between the last sentence and the ones just now, the above ones seemed to be bickering, now Duan Changke's tone is a little more serious, as long as he knows how to measure, maybe he can really satisfy many of his requirements.
He paused, as if he had pondered for a long time before saying, "Then leave the kitchen to me."
Duan Changke laughed, but Fang Lin rushed to speak again before he could speak, and said confidently: "You just said that auntie should come less frequently!"
"You don't eat here often. She cleans up the kitchen every time, as if she has never turned on the fire, and takes care of everything that is left occasionally. I do everything except take a pot to heat milk. No," Fang Lin concluded his statement, "no vitality!"
Of course, after the plausible words, he still hesitated for a while, fearing that Duan Changke would not agree, he restrained his tone just now: "... can you do it?"
After speaking, he began to look at Duan Changke expectantly.
The other party's expression was a bit dumbfounding: "Okay. Otherwise, you can contact Auntie directly in the future, and come back when you want her to come."
Fang Lin finally showed a look of success.
He quickly pulled off his nightgown and got out of bed: "Then I'll go get some supper now. I'm so hungry."
However, Duan Changke's house really didn't have any ready-made materials. Fang Lin searched the kitchen, leaving aside a pile of bottles and jars that he couldn't understand, and finally found a bag of pasta and a handful of green onions.
He saw Duan Changke walking towards him, and finally showed a bit embarrassed expression: "Then I can only get some scallion oil... pasta. Do you want some too?"
Duan Changke raised his chin and said yes.
Fang Lin set up a pot to pour oil, and on the other side began to boil water to cook the noodles. He did a lot of deep-fried scallions, and this kind of thing was not difficult. Wash the only scallions in the kitchen and dry the water until the oil temperature was right. Just tie the knot and throw it in.
Duan Changke leaned against the kitchen door with her arms folded and looked at him. Fang Lin's pajamas were loose, and it was easy to see traces of ambiguity all over her body.
"Don't you really want to go to rest?" Duan Changke said, Fang Lin's skin is easy to leave marks, and some places are still bruised, "I don't know how cruel I am, and I force you to work in the kitchen in the middle of the night. "
Fang Lin kept stirring the pot with his chopsticks, thought of something, and said, "Yes, I read the reports before, and the financial media said that you are a black-hearted capitalist who eats people but doesn't spit out bones."
The unscrupulous capitalist glanced at him, he was so generous that he didn't take it seriously.
Fang Lin put the chopsticks aside, and pushed Duan Changke out of the kitchen with both hands: "I'll do whatever I want, so don't come in, so as not to get oily smoke."
Duan Changke didn't use any strength and was pushed out by Fang Lin. When Fang Lin closed the kitchen door, the room smelled of fried scallion oil.
He squinted his eyes. Also strange fragrance.
It didn't take long for Fang Lin to come out with two bowls. The two servings in the exquisite tableware are not a big supper.
…It’s pasta wrapped in scallion oil.
Don't have nothing and look bare.
"I can't find anything else. I don't have any normal noodles, so I can only use this." Fang Lin untied his apron, and explained with a little embarrassment, "If you don't like a bite, don't force it."
After all, the traditional way of eating scallion oil with pasta, the person who invented the scallion oil would probably be so angry that he would lift the coffin and sit up and curse.
After he finished speaking, he added a patch: "But I just tried it, and it actually seems to be OK."
At three o'clock in the morning, the two sat at the dining table and began to eat a bowl of Chinese or Western supper.
Fang Lin finished his bowl and stood up: "Then you eat first and I'll wash the dishes..."
But when he turned around, he found that Duan Changke's bowl was also empty.
He widened his eyes. He didn't expect the other party to finish eating. He was surprised and happy: "Then you go to the room first! I'll come as soon as I clean up the kitchen."
Duan Changke nodded.
Fang Lin was tinkering in the kitchen for a while, he didn't know what he was doing, but he didn't care.
This apartment is very big, and all the facilities are top-notch, but even in the room, Duan Changke can still smell the smell of scallion oil that was left all over the room before.
He remembered the strange bowl of supper just now.
Because the quantity is small, and Fang Lin's cooking skills are good, although the food looks bland and unimaginable, but the taste is really good.
There are no supercars, villas, yachts, airplanes, large stakes, and not even a trace of flesh in the face, but today Fang Lin looks much happier than usual.
In this night, Duan Changke rarely felt a slight sense of satisfaction in his heart.
I don't know whether it is the bowl of noodles that fills up the moment, or the seemingly illusory "life spirit" in the other party's mouth.