It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

There was only one night light left in the room. Lan Ting sat on the bedside to read the script with ipad, and Wen Ai lay on the side bored, turning over three times a minute.

Lan Ting glanced at the time on the iPad, and it was only a few minutes past nine, and the pupils might still be awake. Lan Ting put a hand on Wen Ai's head, and gently stroked his forehead with his thumb: "Would you like to listen to the story?"

"Yes!" Wen Ai leaned over and hugged Lan Ting's waist, resting his head directly on his crotch.

Lan Ting couldn't laugh or cry and moved the little furry head out of the minefield, and slowly read the script according to the script. Wen Ai heard his clear voice, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Lan Ting read that his voice was getting softer and softer. He waited until the little guy on his lap was completely asleep before stopping. He planned to move the person into the bed, but he couldn’t bear to see that lovely sleeping face. He stretched out his hand. Halfway through the road, he held Wen Ai's head, rubbing it every time while reading the script.

Blue Ting’s opponents devoted twelve points of seriousness to this movie and studied the script very carefully. It was almost twelve o’clock that they finally put the ipad aside, and took Wen Ai into his arms who didn’t know how many dreams he had done.

"Small things." Lan Ting scratched the corners of Wen Ai's cocked mouth with his fingers, and said amusedly, "I am happy in my dreams."

Wen Ai closed his eyes and muttered a few words, tilted his head to avoid the fingers of his mouth, Lan Ting chased up and continued to scratch, Wen Ai dodges a few times without avoiding, frowning unhappily, holding Lan Ting's fingers in a mouthful. Wen Ai was not aggressive either, only Lan Ting sucked gently, and his full cheeks were regularly sinking, bulging, sinking, and bulging, as well-behaved as a suckling baby.

Lan Ting couldn't help kissing his cheek, and muttered, "Why did I meet a baby like you."

Before going to bed, Lan Ting took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Lan Yu: [Sometimes you can watch Korean dramas. 】

Lan Ting slept very well that night. The mattress in the five-star hotel was much more comfortable than the trampoline bed in his rental room, and he was holding a sweet and soft child. The taste, satisfaction, and reality.

After breakfast, Lan Ting took a taxi to take Wen Ai home. The address was not difficult to find, and the driver would know it when he said it. Wen Ai brushed his face at the guard, and the taxi passed the big iron gate smoothly and drove all the way into the luxurious private manor. Before arriving at the villa, Wen Ai Momo refused to get out of the car, took out the agreement folded into small squares from his pocket, and shook his hand in front of Lan Ting's eyes: "You signed the word, don't make a bad idea."

Lan Ting looked out of the car window, and there were servants and bodyguards everywhere in the manor, which was not a battle that ordinary wealthy people could do.

"If you are so capable, can I still afford it?"

Wen Ai was coaxed to be satisfied, opened the door, stepped on the ground with one foot and retracted, stretched out his face towards Lan Ting, "Master Kim is gone, you have nothing to say?"

Lan Ting couldn't understand why, but deliberately wanted to tease him, pretending to be confused: "What do you do?"

"Stupid." Wen Ai nodded his cheek with his finger and prompted: "Kiss."

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, holding Wen Ai's cheek, and kissed each one loudly.

When Wen Ai went out this time, it was his uncle's name, and the housekeeper and servants thought he went to Xiangshu to play all night. Uncle Xiang did know that he had arranged for Lan Ting to help Wen Ai. He was a little surprised when he heard about Wen Aitti, but with a big hand, he immediately agreed. He has always spoiled this little nephew. Although he has a heart problem, he is a leader. What is it to play with a male celebrity? As long as he doesn't play with himself, everything is easy to say.

"I went home in the morning, in the room." Wen Ai leaned against the window and talked on the phone, "Well, I am very satisfied, uncle, give him priority if you have any good resources!"

"I'm already holding it." Xiang Shu has been raising Xiaoqing'er all the year round. The scum is a bit scum, but he is veteran and worried that it would be too greasy to raise only one in Wen Ai, "Which one do you want? I will pack it for you. "

Wen Ai quickly refused, and then ordered, "By the way, uncle, you must help me to cover this matter, let my mother know that I will not want to go out for the next year."

Needless to say, Xiang Shu did not dare to let his sister Xiang Ning know, otherwise he would have to sacrifice in front of his nephew first.

Wen Ai stayed at home for a few days. Xiang Ning was still busy with business abroad and couldn't reach him temporarily, but the butler was too dedicated. Follow Xiang Ning's instructions for big and small things, not to eat spicy food, and not to drink beverages every day. The exercise caused Wen Ai to toss, and soon he couldn't stand it anymore, and thought that Lan Ting was about to join the filming, so he quickly called and asked his uncle to get him out of this cage.

Kaixing Entertainment has recently known that Blue Ting has become the object of the company’s laurels. It is also a vigorous packaging and a resource tilt. Even the agent has been replaced by a group of movie kings who have brought generations of movie kings. .

Lan Ting went to the company and met with the new agent. Both parties were satisfied. Qi Qun had a sharp eye and thought that with Lan Ting's appearance and acting skills, he only needed a little bit of help.

"I have to fly to Paris in the afternoon. I will be back at least five days later. I can't accompany you into the crew the day after tomorrow." Qi Qun confessed, "The company has sent you an assistant. I have also arranged for the crew. There should be nothing. Problem, if anything goes wrong, 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 that these are useless. I'm serious about filming. I have to thank you for being famous."

When Lan Ting went out of the company's door, he met Wang Zhen, a good fellow, and as soon as he changed from the cold wind of the past, he came up to talk with a smile. Lan Ting has been playing around in the entertainment industry for these years. He has learned patience and restraint, but his pride has not changed at all. In the past few years, he was treated coldly by the company. Wang Zhen's attitude was perfunctory, and he didn't treat him as an artist at all. Although he followed the instructions above, Wang Zhen was a black man.

Wang Zhen was still there, and Lan Ting took a step away, and said directly, "Go ahead." After that, he turned and strode away, leaving Wang Zhen with a pale face, standing in place and feeling the taste of being slapped. .

Lan Ting walked home in a stride, and he felt cheerful and cheerful when he thought of the suddenly enlightened star journey. Although this was achieved by the means he used to hate and despise, as long as he thinks that his little funder is the cute and straightforward child, he doesn't feel disgusted at all, and there are still some inexplicable things in his heart. Delightful.

When he walked to the door of the house, the phone rang, Lan Ting saw that Lan Yu was calling again, and hung up without saying a word. After opening the door and entering the room, Lan Ting just put the key on the shoe cabinet when Lan Yu's text message arrived.

[Do you think you can avoid it by hiding! Who the **** is it? Who on earth did you fall in love with at first sight! ! 】

Lan Ting moved her to the communication blacklist with a headache, regretting that the hotel really shouldn’t have texted Lan Yu that night, and inflicted a misfortune on herself. This girl was indomitable enough. These days, she was bombarded by phone calls without asking. Out of the posture that his beloved object will not give up.

Lan Ting washed his hands and sat at the table to eat beef rice noodles. He just packed it back, and because he was in a good mood, he added an extra portion of beef.

Lan Ting opened WeChat while hula rice noodles, and opened the dialog box of his favorite object.

Wen Ai was also eating here, sipping the tender cod meat, and received a WeChat message from Lan Ting. Wen Ai looked at the care on the screen, so proud that his tail was going up into the sky.

Since the last goodbye, Lan Ting has actively contacted him every day, sharing any funny things with him, and greetings regularly and fixedly when there is nothing to do. The diligence is just right.

Wen Ai was holding his phone, feeling unspeakably sweet. He was about to reply to WeChat, and the system appeared after a long time: "It's very hot? I'll ask you if you can still do the task?"

Wen Ai: "Do it."

System: "Look at your expression and smile like a flower. Is this the attitude that a gold master should have? You said you want to get 85 points to cultivate the world."

Wen Ai lowered his head to take a picture in the soup bowl, and forcibly broke the corners of his mouth with his index fingers: "What should I do then, I can't help me remember a few."

System Chen Ken suggested: "Follow the outline of the plot, and it's okay to torture him."

Wen Ai was too late to talk to the system, so Lan Ting sent another WeChat message: [Are you busy? 】

Wen Ai replied: [I am eating, is there anything? 】

Lan Ting frowned slightly, the child seemed a little cold today.

[What's wrong, are you in a bad mood? 】

【very good:)】

"Tsk." Lan Ting stopped picking the rice noodles and looked at the facial expressions at the end of the sentence, "Why look so owed."

Lan Ting: [Are you free tomorrow? Take you out to play. I will join the group the day after tomorrow, and I will stay out of town for a while. 】

Wen Ai thought for a while: [No time. 】

Lan Ting asked: [Something? 】

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. A few days ago, he stuck to him and wanted to kiss him, and now he doesn't even bother to make up nonsense.

He was caught off guard by falling out of favor. Lan Ting was a little lost after his anger. Wen Ai was like a three-minute heat to him. The typical child's disposition, interest came and walked as fast as the wind. After it passed, nothing was left clean. , He was still standing there with his arms stupidly, wanting to embrace love with joy.

Are you **** stupid?

Lan Ting lowered his head and continued to eat rice noodles, but the beef was not fragrant anymore.

Two days later, Lan Ting entered the "Dragon Race" crew. Although he was only playing the male number three and was not a big coffee player, the courtesy he received was a far cry from the previous experience in the tattered crew.

"Dragon Race" is a movie adapted from a popular fantasy novel. It was late autumn and the film and television city was in the north again. The actors only wore thin robes and long skirts for film effects. When the wind blew, their tongues trembled and they couldn't read their lines clearly.

At the end of the scene, assistant An Li hurriedly put a down jacket on Lan Ting and handed over 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 and get some heat-oops!"

Halfway through, An Li had a stomach irritation, and Lan Ting waved his hand: "It's okay, you go, I'll fill it myself."

With plenty of time, Lan Ting went out of the set after filling the water, got into his RV, and replaced him with a few warm babies.

When he returned to the set, Lan Ting found that everyone in the crew was holding a Starbucks cup, and everyone nodded in thanks to him.

"Thank you Brother Lan, it was a waste."

"Little Lan is interested."

Lan Ting was confused, and the makeup artist even came to talk to him: "Brother Lan, where are you looking for the assistant? It's too smart."

Lan Ting frowned: "Little assistant? Where?"

The makeup artist pointed in a direction: "Over there, we are sending out drinks."

Lan Ting looked all the way, the aroma of coffee and milk in the air became stronger and stronger, and when he finally reached the source of the aroma, Lan Ting suddenly stopped and locked his eyes on the "little assistant" not far away.