This morning, when Li Mo got up to make breakfast, he heard Ji Qin's voice faintly coming from the balcony on the second floor, as if he was practicing his pronunciation.

Before going to bed last night, Li Mo did a rough Baidu search on Ji Qin's person. After watching the first two episodes of his latest drama, he found that this person's lines are good. The TV series uses his own original voice. specially trained.

Now seeing him get up early in the morning to practice pronunciation, can't help but feel a lot better about this young man.

He didn't go up to disturb him, but just sent Ji Qin a WeChat message, telling him that breakfast was ready, and then come downstairs to eat after the practice.

A few seconds later, Ji Qin ran down, took a piece of toast unceremoniously and stuffed it into his mouth, saying indistinctly, "Brother Mo, I have to say, your craftsmanship is really good. , even if you don't become an actor in the future, going to open a restaurant will guarantee a prosperous business."

Li Mo moved his hands: "You know I'm an actor?"

"Uh, Mr. Xia talked to me a couple of times last night, so..." He suddenly changed the subject, "How about, Brother Mo, would you accompany me to the audition today?"

Li Moyi-zheng: "Let me accompany you?"

"Yeah, what's the matter, I'm a little nervous. I have more people to accompany me, so I feel more at ease. Li Mo laughed: "You're not a newcomer, so you're still nervous about auditioning? "

"Even if I'm not a newcomer, I'll be nervous." Ji Qin said it for granted, "since you are my senior, maybe you can give me some advice at the scene. How about it, Brother Mo, you are free at home anyway. Come on, why don't you come with me."

Li Mo thought to himself, and nodded in agreement.

The two were about to go out after eating, but Ji Qin stopped at the entrance. He saw a car key on the entrance and a note under the car key: [I drank at night , it is inconvenient to drive, the car is left here, you need to pick it up. 】

"What's wrong?" Li Mo asked behind him.

Ji Qin turned around and flashed the note in his hand towards him, and said with a smile, "Brother Mo, your friend of the president is really a very nice person.

Zhou Shuo attended the high-level meeting that day as the assistant to the president. The agenda was very full, and the meeting was finally closed when it was close to lunch.

Zhou Shuo kept in mind the tasks assigned to him by Xia Liang, made a general record of several key issues discussed above, and drove away from the company.

On the way back to Xia's house, he sent Xia Liang a WeChat message: [Brother Liang, have you eaten yet? Do you want me to bring you lunch? ]

When typing this line of words, he deleted it back and forth several times, and was indecisive between the two titles of "liang brother" and "eldest young master", although last night he summoned up the courage to call "liang brother", Xia Liang also agreed with his own words, but after one night, he was a little worried about gains and losses, worried that it was just his own assumptions.

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After hesitating again and again, he was heartbroken and sent out WeChat.

However, after a long time, he did not receive a reply from Xia Liang. He felt more and more uneasy in his heart, for fear that something would happen to Xia Liang, he bought some hot porridge and drove back to Xia's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that the breakfast on the dining table had not moved at all. Immediately, his heart sank, and he ran upstairs in three steps. He could smell the rich and fragrant sweet smell through the door.

Only then did he realize that he forgot to wear a mask, but he couldn't care about it anymore. He knocked on the door and didn't hear Xia Liang's response. He turned the door lock and found that Xia Liang didn't lock the door, so he pushed the door directly. Opened the door and rushed in.

I saw Xia Liang curled up slightly on the side of the bed, as if still in a drowsiness.

Zhou Shuo held his breath and leaned over in front of his bed, and whispered, "Brother Liang, Brother Liang, are you okay?"

Xia Liang turned over in a hazy consciousness, the thin blanket was lifted below the waist, the front of the nightgown was slightly open, revealing a large area of ​​skin from the neck to the shoulders, and there was a faint trace of abnormal blushing in the fairness.

Zhou Shuo subconsciously slid his Adam's apple, and his breath suddenly became chaotic, as if a voice kept shouting in his mind: "Occupy him! Occupy him!

Bewitched by this voice, Zhou Shuo gradually lowered his head, his eyes locked tightly on the other's lips, as if he was about to suck it into his mouth the next moment.

However, at this moment, Xia Liang slightly opened his eyes.

After Zhou Shuo left in the morning, he reluctantly took two cold medicines and fell into a drowsiness.

However, the cold medicine could not relieve his symptoms. He didn't know how long he had been in a drowsiness. He only vaguely heard someone pushing the door in, leaning over his bed and calling him "Brother Liang".

He couldn't tell who this person was, and opened his eyes with difficulty. The curtains in the room were thick and the light was dim. He could only vaguely see that it was a tall figure, which was related to the man he had seen twice in his dreams. A momentary overlap.

At this moment, his various senses are very chaotic, but his sense of smell has become very keen. He smells the strange breath wafting from the other party's body. This kind of breath is difficult to describe in words whether it smells good or bad, but it is invisible. There was a powerful deterrent force that suppressed him condescendingly, making him feel an indescribable fear and anxiety.

He moved his body vigilantly, forcing his brain to quickly regain consciousness, and when he looked again, he realized that the person in front of him was Zhou Shuo.

"Are you back?" He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What time is it now?"

"It's past twelve o'clock at noon." Zhou Shuo rolled his Adam's apple with difficulty and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Liang, where are you...well?"

"I don't know..." Xia Liang rubbed her sore temples, "The body temperature is a little high, but it's not too high for a fever, and taking medicine doesn't help much...

"You haven't had breakfast yet?"

"...I slept before and didn't feel hungry. However, I seem to be a little hungry now."

Xia Liang struggled to get up, but was held down by Zhou Shuo.

"Don't move," Zhou Shuo said in a low voice, but in an irrefutable tone, "I bought the rice, and I'll feed you."