Cute

"Xingchen, what are you thinking about?"

"...... Didn't think anything of it."

Hearing the words of the make-up artist, Qi Xingchen, who was sitting in the dressing room waiting for her make-up to be removed, hurriedly pulled her thoughts out of "Don't make me wait too late": "My make-up is almost spent, so I don't need to remove it too seriously, right?"

"That's not good. If you don't get your makeup off, you'll clog your pores."

The make-up artist helped him to remove his make-up, and "popped" to paste a mask on his face, "Not only do you need to remove your make-up properly, but you also need to put on a mask, so that your handsome little face will not be discounted."

"Yes, thank you, sister!"

Qi Xingchen nodded and started to tell the make-up artist how cute Xiangxiang is. Next to him, Xu Sheng, who has finished filming all his scenes today and taken off his make-up, closes his eyes and waits for the make-up artist to come over and apply a mask to him.

After two minutes of waiting, the makeup artist didn't respond.

"...... You guys stop chatting," Xu Sheng waited impatiently, pointing to Qi Xingchen, "Quickly put it on for me, I can go back to the hotel after that."

"Ah sorry Mr. Xu," the makeup artist apologized hastily, "I brought the mask for Xingchen myself, I didn't take your share ......"

"...... Bang!"

Xu Sheng slammed down the stool and left cursing.

Qi Xingchen has lived on his own since he was a child and knows the world better. These days he often brings takeaways and refreshments to the crew, and with his good looks and personality, plus his ability to get things done, he has already made friends with everyone.

Fifteen minutes after removing her mask and getting into her nanny car, Qi Xingchen slumped in her seat, typing on her cell phone.

An Ran asks, "Xingchen, do you read Twitter?"

"No," Qi Xingchen was distracted, "what's going on now."

"Spell all afternoon water army, the other side has been dead, and if not, I guess the company will have to come up with a statement."

Qi Xingchen can expect the other side's approach, rumors of such things, the longer the rumor knows more people, the greater the harm to the parties involved.

He typed the last word, sent it, and collapsed into a wide grin of relief.

An Ran sees this and wonders, "Who were you messaging?"

"Someone who doesn't like vitamin pills."

"Who's that?"

"No, it's not that he doesn't like vitamins," Qi Xingchen said to himself, "he doesn't like any pills."

An Ran: "......"

Her artist is 80% crazy, what a mess to say.

Nanny car continued to drive to the hotel, halfway, Qi Xingchen let the old Liang parked in front of a restaurant, duck-tongued mask greeted to the face, fully armed out of the car.

Although he wasn't at the point where he knew anyone he met, it was a very good time to be cautious.

He was guided by the waiter to the private room, where the grandmotherly gray-haired teenager in a Kroger T-shirt and aviator jacket was sitting at the other end of the table in a big horse.

Seeing him come in, Qi Jiaze lifted his chin daintily, "Brother, you're here, order first."

Qi Xingchen ordered a few dishes favorable to teenage brain development and closed the menu, "Why are you skipping class again."

Qi Jiaze said, "There are no classes in the afternoon."

"Tell the truth."

"...... I want to eat eel rice from this place," Qi Jiaze muttered, "It's been more than three months since we last came here to eat."

Qi Xingchen's heart immediately softened - the boy said he wanted to eat eel rice, but in fact he "wanted to eat eel rice with his brother".

He misses his brother.

Qi Jiaze suddenly called in the afternoon and asked him in a roundabout way if he had time, so Qi Xingchen guessed that the kid was looking for him.

It just so happened that he also wanted to talk to Qi Jiaze about the issue of school violence, firstly, that school violence was wrong in the first place, and secondly, that if he could avoid clashing with Tao Tao's younger brother, he would be able to fundamentally solve the problem of Qi Jiaze's being shell-shocked.

"Jiaze," this cousin has a twisted personality, Qi Xingchen couldn't say it straight, asked, "Have you taken the exams lately, how are your grades?"

Qi Jiaze's hand pauses as he assembles the chopsticks.

Figuring it wasn't very good, Qi Xingchen changed the subject to the next topic, "Has your teacher called your parents lately?"

Qi Jiaze: "......"

Guess it's really hard for a school bully to stay out of trouble when you're looking for it.

"It's almost graduation, you try to get along with your classmates and make a good impression on each other. Because it's hard to see each other again in the future." Qi Xingchen gradually entered the topic, "Right, do you have a classmate named Tao Xuan? He is my friend's younger brother, you can communicate with each other more often."

"Tao Xuan ......" Qi Jiaze frowned for a while before remembering, "Oh, there is such a person. Brother don't worry, since you know him, I'll be responsible for covering him from now on ...... Although he is a bit weird ......"

"Weird? What's weird?"

"All day pulling a stinky face, do not play games not play basketball, who talk to him love to ignore," Qi Jiaze grumpy rub Liu Hai, "if not he is very weak, a touch will fall, I see him fucking is the boss."

Unathletic, away from people, thin and weak ...... Qi Xingchen recalls episodes from Peaches of the Night.

It is very likely that Tao Xuan had already suffered from SLE by this time. It's just that the disease is in its early stages and hasn't worsened, so she can still attend classes and study normally.

Tao Xuan chose to hide his medical history and not tell his classmates, so he couldn't freely talk about it. Qi Xingchen secretly sighed and slowly said, "Jiaze, Tao Xuan may have his own reasons for doing this, you can't hate him just because he's not close to his classmates, okay?"

"But he's annoying with that closed-mouth tug!"

"Is it not obnoxious to talk to people and have to ask them to respond?" Qi Xingchen asked rhetorically.

Qi Jiaze choked.

"Alright," Qi Xingchen crossed his arm over the table and rubbed the top of Qi Jiaze's head, "Everyone has their own causes for their personality, if you can't understand it, try to respect it."

Qi Jiaze: "......"

Qi Jiaze's sleepy eyes suddenly widened, "Brother, how dare you touch my head? How dare you touch my head? The head teacher doesn't even dare to touch it!"

In TV dramas and whatnot, isn't it a common practice for the older brother to touch the younger brother's head? Qi Xingchen realized that he had been cheated by the TV drama and wanted to apologize, and then noticed that Qi Jiaze's body suddenly tilted slightly forward, as if to make it easier for him to touch it, and pretended to lower his head to open the sea urchin.

"......" Qi Xingchen couldn't help but laugh and rubbed on it again.

.

At Qi Xingchen's request, Qi Jiaze promises not to bully Tao Xuan in the future.

Satisfied, Qi Xingchen finished his meal and asked Qi Jiaze to send him back to the hotel. So Qi Jiaze drove the sports car into a wheelchair, and froze to drive more than forty minutes for a twenty-minute journey.

To the hotel downstairs, Qi Jiaze took out a cigarette from the cigarette box, half squinting: "Brother, wait for me ......"

"What kind of cigarettes do kids smoke!" Qi Xingchen reached out and pulled the cigarette out.

Qi Jiaze: "...... Brother, how dare you snatch my cigarettes? The head teacher wouldn't even dare!"

Qi Xingchen understood his nature and ignored the threat, chatting with him for another half hour before returning to the hotel.

Following the elevator to the top floor, An Ran had already tidied up his room. When she heard him open the door, she immediately stopped him, "Stop! Don't go into the bedroom, go take a bath first, I've put in the bathtub water and essential oils, soak for half an hour to get rid of the fishy."

Qi Xingchen didn't understand, "De-fishy?"

"Living with Xiangxiang all day, you smell like fish and disinfectant," An Ran explains, "Tao Tao's assistant introduced me to an essential oil that smells good, try it."

Qi Xingchen smelled the cuffs of his sleeves, and they did smell a bit fishy. He had been soaking in the Oceanarium for so long that he had gotten used to it, and if An Ran hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have realized it at all.

Qi Jiaze had just spent so much time in the sealed sports car with Qi Jiaze, and Qi Jiaze didn't complain a single word, so it was a pity for this kid.

Qi Xingchen put her cell phone on the shelf next to her, took off her clothes and jumped into the bathtub. When I was about to fall asleep, my cell phone shook briefly twice.

Not really wanting to move, he glanced lazily sideways and saw that the person who had sent the message was Bo.

So he sat up resignedly, pulled a towel to dry his hands, and clicked on the message.

Bo: [to the hotel?

The last one was sent by Qi Xingchen, who clocked in to tell the other person that he was coming down to the theater, and there was a meal break between the two.

Qi Xingchen thought to herself, "No wonder there are quite a lot of people in the entertainment industry who get together and very few who make it to the end.

According to this kind of efficiency chat, not to mention that now he did not catch up Bai Ye, even if he did, within a few months will certainly be a two-shot.

...... No, he's not looking for Bai Ye to cultivate the feeling of chasing someone, why think so long term.

Qi Xingchen, shaking off his not-so-lucid brain: [Here we are, all soaked in the bath].

Said he, slightly sheepishly, holding the bottle of essential oils and snapping a picture to send to Bai Ye to prove he wasn't out fooling around.

Bai Ye clicked on the photo and his eyes fell on the fingers holding the bottle.

White and round, fingers wrinkled from soaking for too long, look at the hand specially wiped in order to return the message.

Bai Ye Rating: [Cute.]

Xingchen doesn't quite get it: [...... You mean essential oils are cute?

Bai Ye, now that he saw the oil, digressed: "Is that what I smelled last time?

The last time I smelled ...... Didn't he explain that the last time he smelled it was shampoo, how did this get past him!

Or does Bai Ye really like that flavor?

Qi Xingchen looks at the shepherd boy on the sink and tries to try to explain himself again, but he doesn't finish typing when he's interrupted by an incoming call alert.

It's Qi Yunxiao calling, Qi Xingchen picks up, "Brother."

"......" Qi Yunxiao's voice of offense instantly dissipated, "Well, tell me again about the Twitter thing."

Qi Yunxiao has a busy schedule and does not check social networking sites. In the morning, when he is at his busiest, Qi Xingchen didn't call him at the first moment of the incident, but contacted Chen Nuoya directly.

Qi Xingchen had no choice but to repeat himself. Qi Yunxiao was puzzled after listening, "For such a small matter, Chen Nuoya didn't get it done in a day?"

Qi Xingchen : "......"

"Next time don't go to him, go directly to me, pigs can't solve people's problems," Qi Yunxiao paused, "Sleep well tonight, and check Twitter in the morning."

Qi Xingchen admired his big brother's skill of cursing without using dirty words, and was instructed to turn off his Weibo account. He continued practicing for tomorrow's scene in the mirror while chatting with Bai Ye until he went to bed.

Turn off the light, Qi Xingchen sends: "Good night.

Bai Ye: "Good night, sweet dreams

I don't know if Bai Ye's blessing worked, but Qi Xingchen really had a good night's sleep. He woke up with a happy mood, got dressed, and pressed two pumps on the shepherd boy.

With only enough perfume left to last him until the middle of next month, he begged An Ran to get him another bottle on Taobao.

An Ran skillfully identified the item, "How many milliliters do you want?"

"The biggest bottle."

"There's no need for that, in my experience, anything like lipstick and perfume can only be fresh for a month, and then immediately thrown into the corner to eat dust when the hot date is over ...... Or do you have a special affinity for it?"

Qi Xingchen stops putting on her shoes and rubs the tips of her ears, "Just buy yours, it's not like she won't pay for it."

"Okay." An Ran smiles broadly.

With that, she suddenly shouted, "Xingchen, look at Twitter, Fang Di Ait you!"

Is Big Brother done? Qi Xingchen immediately stomped on his shoes and opened his Twitter account.

--FangDi Media: Yesterday, our blogger accepted money from an artist's agent and released inappropriate comments, causing great damage to Mr. @ Qi Xingchen's reputation. Our company sincerely apologizes for this, and we will rationalize our staff structure and strengthen the discipline and control of our accounts in the future, so we hope for your understanding.

Qi Xingchen was shocked when he read this paragraph. He thought Qi Yunxiao's way of dealing with the matter was to force the other party to delete the tweets, and as long as the tweets were deleted, Fondi Media would be considered to have broken the contract, and not only would they have to return the money spent on the marketing campaign and pay the penalty for the breach of contract, but they would also be offended by the buyer.

But I didn't realize Qi Yunxiao would go so far as to name "an artist's manager".

Qi Xingchen opened up the comments section to see how netizens reacted.

And then he realized that Qi Yunxiao was more than just doing great things.

In the comments section, a whole bunch of netizens pointed their fingers at Xu Sheng, suggesting that a certain Xu artist was the one who paid to hack Qi Xingchen.

The caliber is uniform, and it's clear that someone is behind it.

At that moment, in the executive suite on the 34th floor of the hotel, Xu Sheng's manager and Xu Sheng are sitting at a table. Breakfast was cold and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

"I told you not to get into trouble, this time you've run into a tough one, right?" The agent closed the curtains, "Just now the boss called me and scolded me, I almost lost my fucking job!"

Xu Sheng's face turns a pig's liver color: "Shut up!"

"You said that he is the third male, you are the second male, neither press your position, but also not qualified to steal your drama, why do you always target him?"

"I told you not to say anything."

Xu Sheng stood up with a swish, veins popping out at the corners of his forehead. The table was driven by his sudden movement, small dumplings and white rice congee spilled on the ground, "Are you fucking deaf?"

The agent froze for a few seconds at his grimace.

He has brought up this son of the landlord's family for more than two years, and knows Xu Sheng's temper is not good, but it is rare for him to be as stormy as he is today.

"I can't stand it when he pretends to be serious! I can't stand it when the business director praises him in front of Tao Tao! I just want to screw him so what! And ......"

"And what?"

"And, and ......"

Xu Sheng "and" twice without "and" in the second half of the sentence.

His eyes cleared for a split second, then returned to his usual arrogant and domineering appearance, "No and, go send me a statement and say that this matter is Qi Xingchen directing himself to speculate on the heat and intentionally splashing dirty water to blacken me!"