Fang Lin woke up for a while before realizing who the person who sent the message to him was.
It seemed to be still early, and Duan Changke hadn't woken up yet, but Fang Lin could still feel the steady breathing of the people around him.
Compared with half-strangers who kept social distance when they got out of bed before, Duan Changke seems to have changed a little now, at least he won't wake up strictly according to his biological clock.
After all, both of them were tired yesterday, so it's not too much to sleep a little more.
This feeling is still very novel.
Fang Lin tried not to disturb Duan Changke, reached out and pulled the phone into the bed, opened the message carefully, ignoring the traces on his body, his movements looked a bit like a teenager sneaking up in the middle of the night and playing games under the bed.
It turned out that Meng Jinyu posted more than one post, but it was the phrase "the second generation of dead rich" that confused him.
He was wrong, he originally thought that this kind of scrutiny was full of loopholes, and only mentally handicapped netizens would believe it, but he didn't expect that there was one in front of him.
He used to think that this person was willful and domineering, but later he felt that this person was not stupid in some respects, until now...
He can only say that the Great Creator is really amazing.
It even goes so far as to say that Meng Jinyu can almost be called innocent for those insiders who have been in the industry for so many years.
But can the matter of being with the benefactor be called innocent
Subconsciously, Fang Lin didn't think deeply.
Anyway, I am not pure.
He thought about it, and then replied.
Fang Lin:
mango:
The mysterious exchange started again. After the two completed a wave of punctuation communication that neither of them knew what they meant, Meng Jinyu was still slightly inferior, and finally sent a series of ellipsis to lose the battle.
mango: Do you have any questions
Is there a problem? It seems that this person is still convinced of the new content of today's marketing account, and he doesn't know if he is stupid or sweet, or he is already higher than himself in the atmosphere.
Fang Lin: No, you...
Fang Lin: That's right.
Fang Lin: I suddenly felt that we are actually suitable to be netizens.
It's strange to be friends, but the way the two get along now doesn't look like deadly enemies.
mango: ? Why don't you want to record
mango: Let me tell you, my agent has already signed the contract for me.
Fang Lin thought that according to his personality, he would pop out a taunt like "Hehe, you are still trying to catch my attention" in the next second, but he watched the other party typing at the top of the screen for a long time, and the new content popped up two minutes later.
mango: You will pay the termination fee! ! You have the ability to give me my share! ! !
Fang Lin looked at this line and fell silent.
He shrank back to the bed again, and just as he was about to type a reply, he suddenly hugged him with the quilt with one hand.
"If you move again, you're going to fall." Duan Changke's voice was still hoarse, and she wrapped Fang Lin's waist with her big hands and pulled him towards her, as if she was so proficient.
Fang Lin was scalded by the breath and heat coming from behind, and shrank his neck: "Mr. Duan is early."
"En." Duan Changke responded in a low voice, hooking his fingers around Fang Lin's waist and scratching. At this time, he was completely relaxed, and even because of the residual tiredness, he put his neck on Fang Lin's shoulder and rubbed it, "Morning."
Fang Lin was a little embarrassed: "Did I wake you up?"
As if the other party didn't hear clearly, he just closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's okay."
The other party was taller than him, so when he turned over, he almost wrapped Fang Lin in his arms. The two turned sideways in the same direction, and Duan Changke stretched out his arms to half embrace him and slowly regained consciousness. He is usually tall and indifferent. It looked like she was buried in Fang Lin's neck, acting like a baby silently.
But when the word "act like a baby" appeared on Duan Changke, it was scary.
Fang Lin didn't hide the meaning of his phone screen, so Duan Changke saw the above content with a glance, combined with Fang Lin touching his room to talk last night, he smiled faintly.
As Duan Changke said, she just picked up the man who was about to fall off the bed, but she didn't let go of him after she pulled him over. Embedded to his side: "Here."
Hearing his words at the first glance, Fang Lin still hadn't realized it: "For what?"
"Liquidated damages." Duan Changke was clearly awake, but buried his head a little deeper, smelling the clean smell coming from the quilt, Fang Lin's clean smell, the tip of his nose did not move away when it touched the skin, and his lips still rubbed against the back of his neck to talk , the deep voice spread to Fang Lin's chest and eardrum close to the skin, almost making his lower back feel a strange electric numbness and itching, "If you don't want to go, give it."
"..." Fang Linxin thought that if the liquidated damages were really paid, then the setting of himself as a rich second-generation person in Meng Jinyu's place had really come true. Of course, a big reason was that he subconsciously felt sorry for money, "It can't be done."
But Duan Changke's tone couldn't tell if it was a joke, and even repeated: "It's okay to give it to two people."
It sounds like there is a strong taste of "you can do whatever you want if you have money".
Fang Lin always felt that Duan Changke was noble but not arrogant. It was just because of his background and environment that he had a natural sense of distance when getting along with others.
It's the same even when talking about foster care and going to bed with myself.
But not now, not when he said this sentence, this discovery made him feel a little different in the autumn morning.
At least for now, only you can see this appearance.
Fang Lin didn't break free from Duan Changke's arm, but he didn't stick closer. He said with a relaxed smile, "No need. I heard that there is no script for this show. I haven't been on a reality show like this before. I'm looking forward to it."
Duan Changke seemed to have heard it, and nodded noncommittally, but his hands were still on Fang Lin's waist, and the two of them still maintained this half-hugging posture, saying: "That's good."
On the other hand, Meng Jinyu found that the person who had been confronting him suddenly disappeared. At first, he sent two question marks provocatively, but when he found no reply, he sent another two rows. In the end, he even started to click on Fang Lin's profile photo nervously. shoot.
"mango" patted my shredded chicken noodles and said I was very hungry.
mango: You don't really want to pay, do you? !
mango: What are you boring about taking a picture? !
mango: I'm hungry, I'm going to have breakfast.
mango: Don't pay, I don't need this money.
Fang Lin looked at the chat bar, speechless and funny, and sent a series of dots, and then sent a picture of making sukiyaki for Duan Changke last night.
Fang Lin: I'm hungry too.
Fang Lin: Goodbye.
Fang Lin: Oh goodbye, I have no money to pay you liquidated damages.
Fang Lin: You should wait for me at the recording location when the time comes.
Fang Lin: Remember to be smart next time you look at the hot searches on marketing accounts.
Fang Lin: I will take pictures for you when it is finished.
mango: I block you! ! ! ! !
Of course, Meng Jinyu didn't block him in the end.
After he finished chatting, Duan Changke let go of his hand, sat silently by the side and started tidying up.
After he put on his clothes and got out of bed, he returned to Fang Lin's familiar appearance, and the unusual tone just now disappeared.
Fang Lin also started to get dressed, and Xia Qi signed the variety show contract for him. "Gentle Moonlight" will start broadcasting tonight. He has nothing to do these days, so he can continue to stay with Duan Changke for a while.
After packing up, he said to Duan Changke, "Then I'll get you breakfast."
It is very well-behaved and obedient.
Duan Changke was also amused by his tone, and joked, "Excuse me, Master Fang."
The false rich young master Fang almost fell on the door frame when he heard this.
Tonight "Gentle Moonlight" will start broadcasting, and the publicity on the broadcasting platform has already been done, and the production crew counts down every hour. They also asked several leading actors to remember to repost the publicity at regular intervals.
About #方临# That magical hot search didn’t go on for long, don’t say goodbye, and don’t care whether it’s true or false. At that time, the comment area of the video website was already very lively.
The background on both sides of the broadcast interface is the poster of the show, the left is the actor Chu Chen, the right is the heroine Lan Peirou, and the other characters are far or near behind the two.
Because Fang Linjingchuan is positioned as the actor's younger brother, he is naturally on his side, but the distance is a little far away, as if he is standing on the edge of the poster, not as obvious as the man and the woman, but it is not enough to be ignored.
"I've been waiting for a long time and finally it's today!!!"
"Ah, I can pretend to be Chu Chen!"
"The restoration of this scene is not bad, looking forward to it."
"Hey wait, why is the person who was the most searched person yesterday so behind the poster? Isn't he a rich man? Can he bear it here?"
"Catch a blind man."
"Some people really believe that kind of spam marketing account. This little scumbag doesn't even have an official fan blog, but even so, the comments below are written by people who have eyes and know that they are just for KPI."
"Don't discuss topics that have nothing to do with the drama!!"
"Jing He! Jing He! Jing He! I always like a hero with a character arc! He changes over and over again, and I really shed tears every time I read it in the book."
"It's started!!! Go!!!"
Fang Lin also sat cross-legged in front of the TV.
There were too many bullet screens too fast, which had already affected normal viewing. Fang Lin wanted to turn it off but was reluctant. Finally, he could only use the computer to watch the bullet screen TV and watch the plot.
To say I'm not nervous would be a lie.
Although he doesn't have any part in today's broadcast, netizens have been excited since the opening song, and they have to discuss every CUT.
In the first scene of the opening cut, Fang Lin looked back, with the ignorance of his youth, and after ignorantly staring at each other, he smiled again.
"Ah, Brother Jingchuan, kill me!!"
"I don't care about gossip about actors, but I can really look back at this."
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon
"Brother Jingchuan is the cutest in the book!"
Duan Changke saw this scene when he came back from the study to finish his work.
Fang Lin pursed his lips and was very busy. He stared at the computer screen for a while, and after reading a few comments, he quickly turned his eyes and stared at the TV, as if analyzing the content of the comments.
Fang Lin didn't realize until he got close, and called him a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Duan."
Duan Changke waved to him and sat down too.
When Fang Lin seduced Duan Changke in the hotel before, he was not as nervous as he is now, just like when the head teacher brought the results of the inspection together when he was studying, he was afraid that he would make some mistakes in front of the other party.
"Nervous?" Duan Changke sensed Fang Lin's mood and asked.
"Hmm... a little bit." Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Fang Lin simply admitted, "After all, it's been a long time since... I've been discussed like this."
Duan Changke looked sideways at him.
After a while, he stretched out his hand and lightly grabbed a handful of Fang Lin's hair.
"There's nothing to be nervous about." Duan Changke said indifferently, "There will be more drama appointments in the future than this one."
Fang Lin bit his lip and didn't look at him, just nodded.
The two sat side by side in silence watching the drama, Fang Lin's back was straightened, and he was extremely upright.
Suddenly he felt a hand reach up.
He heard Duan Changke sigh: "Okay, it's okay."
He held his waist lightly, as if half-hugging him in the morning.
Being hugged by Duan Changke like this, Fang Lin's attention was slightly distracted, and the other party pulled him towards him again.
Fang Lin, who had been tense all this time, seemed to finally relax a little because of the opponent's movements.
The light in the living room was very dim, and scenes of the plot flashed, with unequal lights flashing across the faces of the two of them.
Duan Changke looked at it casually, but he never took his hand away.
His eyes also flickered with the light and shadow on the screen.
He seemed to be thinking of something too.
He will soon be able to test the first wave of results, and he is holding the soft and slender waist of the other party, as if he is grasping the one he built for him with his own hands, which is like a virtual cage.
Duan Changke twitched the corner of his mouth lightly and self-deprecatingly.
Why was he also a little nervous because of Fang Lin's infection.