The sound of the bathroom door being pushed open came, and Lynch subconsciously turned his back.

There was almost no sound of footsteps. Lynch just knew that Di Lan was approaching, and a faint fragrance came from the air. The smell of cheap shower gel was smoked on Di Lan's flesh and mixed Di Lan's body odor.

It suddenly becomes unexplained ambiguous.

Lynch stood in front of the TV and saw Di Lan's faint body from the dark TV screen. He stood behind him. The outline of his muscles was graceful and strong. He was far more than a teenager.

Lynch tried to balance his breathing, lowered his eyes and placed his eyes on the remote control of the TV cabinet, pretending not to see him.

Di Lan stood behind him, breathing lightly, as if he didn't want to leave without speaking or looking back.

Lynch's face gradually turned red, and he was a little embarrassed by Di Lan's "use of sex" behavior, so he simply turned around calmly.

When that turn, Lynch's eyes trembled violently.

Di Lan... didn't wear anything.

The ferocious part that did not match the delicate appearance raised his head slightly.

Lynch immediately turned his face and said, "Go in clothes."

"Brother Lin," Every time Di Lan called him that, Lynch felt numb behind his back. He could hear the deliberate and faint coquettishness from his tone. Sure enough, Di Lan stretched out her arm and wrapped Lynch around her and

In front of the TV, he said innocently: "Look at me if my color is too dark?"

Lynch got out of Adam's apple and pretended that he didn't understand.

Di Lan frowned and looked distressed, "I'm still a virgin."

Lynch turned around, walked out of Di Lan's arms from the other side, sat at the table and flipped through his script, and casually said: "It is normal to have dark or shallow colors. Get dressed quickly, be careful of a cold, and delay the progress of the crew.

”

Lynch's posture was awkward, with long legs folded up, his hands fell on his thighs, and his trousers were tightened.

Di Lan's hair was still dripping with water. After raising her hand, she lifted her wet hair, hooked her thin lips, and when she saw that it was ready, she walked to the hanger by the window, neatly put the dried clothes on.

When he put on his vest, Lynch also turned his face at the right time. Only one light in the hotel was turned on, and it was dark and dim. The water stains dripping from Di Lan's black hair meandered down her chest on the white vest. His hands

After supporting him, the person sat on the windowsill, his feet crossed and looked at Lynch with a smile.

Quietness is a dangerous atmosphere.

Lynch rationally knew that he should move his sight away.

This Lynch is different from the Lynch in front of him. He is not so easily moved.

But Di Lan's gaze was as magical as she was smiling, her eyes were bright, and she exuded an irresistible teenage passion.

"Brother Lin," Di Lan said softly, "Don't leave tonight."

Lynch rubbed his legs slightly, stretched his cold face, "Photo shoot well, I'll leave after the midnight snack."

Di Lan smiled and said, "Brother Lin, don't be so ruthless. I haven't seen you for several days. I'll send you so many photos and jokes, why don't you reply to me?"

Lynch's mobile phone will receive strange photos sent to him by Di Lan every day.

The flowers and plants were normal. Once, I took a photo of a wall to Lynch and said that the mottled spots fell on the wall were like a human face.

For example, if Di Lan saw something fresh and interesting, she would share it with Lynch, and there were all kinds of strange jokes.

"Why am I going to reply to you? Use more thoughts on filming," Lynch put down his legs, exchanged the positions of his legs, and flipped Di Lan's script, "What are you doing to please the agent?"

"I..." Di Lan's words were interrupted by the knock on the door.

Lynch got up and went to open the door. The assistant came to deliver the night snack. The fried noodles and barbecue at the nearby stalls. The aroma of the food suddenly diluted the ambiguous atmosphere between the two in the room.

Lynch nodded and thanked him, closed the door and raised the bag in his hand to Di Lan, who was sitting on the windowsill, "Come and have a midnight snack."

"I won't eat it, that's for you," Di Lan said, "It's too late. I'll have a edema when I eat it tomorrow and I can't film."

Di Lan was serious about filming. Lynch also saw it today, so he didn't advise him, "Then I'll take it back for food, I won't crave you here."

Di Lan did not move, the gray curtains behind him were hanging down, like curtains. The only audience on the stage he was on now was Lynch. He said, "Brother Lin, come here."

Lynch's heart was beating, his feet stuck in place, neither moving nor retreating, and waved at him gently with his other empty hand, and finally turned around and went out.

Carrying a bag of fried rice and barbecue with a fragrant aroma, Lynch ran out of the hotel and got into the car as if he was running away. The aroma of barbecue ran around in the car. Lynch looked down and found that the well-built paper lunch box had been knocked over. Fried rice

Sprinkled a bag.

The cell phone stuck in the belt buzzed, Lynch picked up the phone, and Di Lan sent a WeChat message - 'I'm too thin, eat more.'

Lynch's forehead was leaning against the steering wheel, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

After wandering in the ocean of work for three days, Lynch finally recovered a little. He was rejected by the brand's fathers and became much more awake.

Qi Tian was really pushing him very tightly, and Ye Feihong was also pushing him very tightly.

Ye Feihong has called him to have an interview again and again.

Lynch was a little annoyed to refuse, so he simply blocked Ye Feihong. Ye Feihong was also very straightforward and disguised himself as he blocked people at the door of Lynch's house.

"Lynch," Ye Feihong insisted, "Let's talk."

What else can Lynch say? He pressed the password and said lightly: "Come in."

Ye Feihong breathed a sigh of relief and followed Lynch into the house.

Lynch opened the shoe cabinet at the entrance door, took his slippers, and glanced over another pair of slippers, closed the shoe cabinet directly, and said to Ye Feihong behind him: "Sorry, there are no extra slippers at home, please trouble you

Barefoot."

Ye Feihong clearly saw the pair of slippers and said nothing. Lynch had a grudge against him, and he could tolerate it.

Since the incident where Shen Wenhan got into a date at Lynch's house and shitted the shit on Lynch's head, Lynch moved to a new house and never let the artist go to his house again.

Ye Feihong knew Lynch's rules and passed by Lynch's door countless times, but he never crossed over and wanted to come up and drink a glass of water.

Unexpectedly, it was after the two parted ways that Ye Feihong had the opportunity to sit face to face with Lynch on the sofa and talk to him like this.

Ye Feihong said first: "Lynch, I'm sorry."

Lynch held his hands in front of his chest and looked at him calmly.

Ye Feihong said: "I didn't write that Weibo post or post it. I really didn't want to hype it up with the matter of changing jobs."

Lynch looked at him quietly and said slowly, "It wasn't you who did it, haven't you agreed?"

Ye Feihong couldn't deny it, "I came to Qitian and I was Qitian's artist, so I have to follow the company's arrangements."

"I agree," Lynch maintained a gentle expression, "Qi Tian's artist shouldn't have gone to Chuanliu's agent's house."

Ye Feihong really can't bear to part with Lynch.

Lynch is not his first agent. He has been in a downturn in this circle for a while. Lynch discovered him and gave him one hand. He thanked Lynch for his kindness and worked hard to go to the circle.

Climb up.

"Lynch, I chose Qitian, that's a helpless move. You understand, Chuanliu's size is too small. Even if I am the number one player in Chuanliu, my development will only be there. Lynch, can it be?

Are you willing to stop your artists?" Ye Feihong said earnestly.

Lynch said: "I can understand your job-changing behavior and your behavior of intercepting the role of "Flower Firefly". I understand it. I only hope you understand one thing. Is it OK?"

Ye Feihong said: "You said."

Lynch looked cold and looked directly at Ye Feihong, and said indifferently: "You walk on your Yangguan Road, I walk on my single-plank bridge, we have nothing to do with you."

Ye Feihong didn't understand that he was not betraying Lynch, he wanted to take Lynch with him. Qi Tian promised a better development space, not only for him, but also for Lynch.

Ye Feihong even thought about tying up with Lynch.

But Lynch just didn't want to leave Chuanliu.

There is obviously a better way to go, but he still chooses to walk the muddy and bumpy road. Ye Feihong frowned, crossed his hands, bent down and pressed his body, and his lowered voice seemed very anxious, "Lynch, you have feelings."

Yi, you are unwilling to give up Chuanliu. Have you ever thought about what to do if... Qitian acquired Chuanliu? "

This is a very realistic question.

Lynch stayed in Chuanliu. Even if he was an old subordinate, Qi Tian took over Chuanliu, Lynch would definitely be cleaned.

Ye Feihong finally expressed his last thought, "Lynch, I want to protect you."

Qi Tian’s big stick and Ye Feihong’s dates all fell on Lynch’s head.

Lynch chuckled, "It turns out that you are the one who is truly affectionate and righteous."

Ye Feihong heard Lynch's tone and had a fever on his face. He was selfish and hoped to have a better development and a co-produced agent. He didn't think his choice was wrong, and people were selfish.

"We are not saints, Lynch, if you don't talk about love, just talk about the current situation. Isn't it the best choice for you to come to Qitian to take me?" Ye Feihong said.

"You ran away and dragged down the river and let Qitian take advantage of the situation, and then told me, you want to protect me, is it the best choice for me to go to Qitian?" Lynch said softly, "It's the best for you

Let’s choose? Ye Feihong, you can be selfish, but don’t claim to be noble.”

Ye Feihong was speechless and looked at Lynch with a deep look, "I will suppress Di Lan."

Lynch: "Please."

Ye Feihong continued: "I will suppress Di Lan by any means."

Lynch stood up and said, "You can go now."
To be continued...