The gold master is my diehard fan

Chapter 11 No one can take it away

The doorbell rang, Liang Sheng got up and opened the door, the waiter pushed the dining cart in, put the plates and left.

"Come and eat."

Liang Sheng patted Song Qingwen on the shoulder. Song Qingwen was laying on the bed, squinting his eyes and drowsy. Hearing Liang Sheng's words, he hummed softly: "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he slowly got up, walked to the dining table and sat down in his slippers, listlessly holding the chopsticks, and served the food to his mouth.

Liang Sheng sat on the stool next to him, tilted his head and watched the scene of Song Qingwen eating with his eyes closed. He wanted to laugh, but he still held back.

"Song Qingwen, how do you feel about today's scene?"

Liang Sheng stared at him closely, his face calm, but his hands under the table were tightly clenched.

Song Qingwen chewed the food in his mouth, swallowed it, and replied unhurriedly: "Fortunately, it feels quite novel."

"How did you feel when he touched you?"

"I was very embarrassed at the beginning, but then it gradually became fine. Wu Mingxiu is very measured."

Liang Sheng turned his head away: "Then, how did you feel when I touched you?"

The roots of his ears were red, and he held his breath waiting for the answer.

Song Qingwen put down his chopsticks and frowned slightly. What does he mean?

"It's okay, it's quite comfortable."

After all, Song Qingwen lowered his head and blocked his mouth with food. He was quite embarrassed to say this.

Comfortable?The haze in Liang Sheng's heart dissipated immediately, so Qingwen liked his touch, and he and that person were just colleagues, so why should he be angry?

He looked at Song Qingwen deeply, and his delicate profile came into view, with puffy cheeks, which was a little cute.

Only in front of him can Song Qingwen show such a real side, so he still has a place in his heart.

Thinking of this, Liang Sheng unconsciously curled his lips, and picked up another pair of clean chopsticks to feed Song Qingwen: "Eat more, you have worked hard today."

Song Qingwen nodded, took a bite of the fish ball he had caught, and chewed it lightly.

After removing the plate, Song Qingwen lay on the bed with an unlovely expression on his face. Now that he was in this situation, Liang Sheng's purpose was clearly revealed. He must have traveled thousands of miles to find himself to satisfy him.

But Liang Sheng's physical strength is too good, and he himself is too tired today. I'm afraid he can't bear it: "Liang Sheng, I'm so tired today." The subtext is naturally, don't touch me today, I can't resist.

Liang Sheng got down and kissed Song Qingwen's cheek. Song Qingwen closed his eyes in resignation, clenched the quilt tightly, and waited for a violent storm.

Unexpectedly, his body lightened, Liang Sheng lay beside him, wrapped his arms around Song Qingwen's waist wrapped in a bathrobe, and stroked his hair with the other hand: "Sleep, I won't move you."

He lowered his voice, his voice was lazy, Song Qingwen's heart warmed when he heard it, he hugged him, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

The next day, Liang Sheng sent him back to the hotel arranged by the crew early in the morning. Because of the schedule, there was no way to stay, so he drove away after sending him to the door.

Song Qingwen pushed open the door, and Gu Nan was sitting in front of the computer working, with a serious expression on his glasses, when he heard the sound of the door, he looked up at the door, reached out and stroked the frame of his eyes: "You are back."

"Yeah." Song Qingwen came over, sat next to her, and looked around: "Where's Xiaoyun?"

Gu Nan cast her eyes on the computer screen: "You arranged a commercial today, and Xiao Yun has already gone to the production crew, I asked her to say hello to Luo Wen."

"Advertisement?" Song Qingwen scratched his head, he rarely received advertisements, this time it couldn't be arranged by Liang Sheng, right?

Gu Nan saw through his thoughts, and snorted softly: "It's nothing to do with him, I talked to you, the other party saw that you were on the trending search a while ago, so they agreed."

Song Qingwen nodded, and heaved a sigh of relief. It's not good. I always feel that it's not good to be favored by others. Fortunately, this time it's on my own.

"What advertisement?" He blinked, his pupils were slightly bright, and he looked at Gu Nan curiously.

Gu Nan took off his glasses, closed his eyes, and gently pressed his temples with the thumbs of both hands, with a tired expression on his face: "Milk powder."

Hearing this, someone's pupils dilated, with a look of disbelief: "What? Milk powder?"

Song Qingwen frowned and looked disgusted. Milk powder, a highly valued product, if there is a safety hazard, the spokesperson will be implicated.

"Don't worry, the quality of Anyuan's milk powder is very guaranteed. It was the first milk powder manufacturer. Later, due to the fierce competition in the industry and the exaggerated publicity of other products, the hard-working brand began to decline. That's why they wanted to find Spokesperson."

Having said that, Song Qingwen nodded, it was rare to be favored and became their first spokesperson.

"Pack up and set off right away. I guess I'm going to stay in Yuancheng for three days."

Gu Nan got up, put on his backpack, and stood at the door waiting for him.

Song Qingwen packed a few clothes casually, followed Gu Nan out with the trolley case, and went downstairs, where An Xiaoyun was waiting in the car, helped him put the suitcases away, and then set off.

Yuancheng is not far from the spring city where the film was taken, an hour and a half away. This is the ancient capital of thousands of years. There are many classical buildings in the city, known as "the ancient city in the world."

Along the way, through the car windows, you can see bluestone roads everywhere, and occasionally see a few pedestrians, walking comfortably.Here, everything slows down, which can deeply touch the nostalgia of the onlookers.Perhaps this is the classical beauty that people often say, and the unique charm that should have in the age of slow cars and horses.

Song Qingwen had some emotions in response to the situation. He was yearning for this kind of life, with a strong atmosphere of fireworks. He didn't have to force himself half-dead in a fast pace. He could sit by the shade and drink a pot of tea for a day.

Arriving at a company that was incompatible with the surrounding buildings, Song Qingwen and his party got out of the car and followed the receptionist's guidance into the shooting room.

He let the makeup artist play with him, put on light makeup, frowned and put on a cow one-piece suit, stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, the horns on the coat and hat shot up to the sky, and the clothes on his body were black and white. This is a bit different from the idea that I imagined that a few handsome poses would be enough.

Standing in front of the green cloth, the director's command came: "This time it is a print advertisement endorsement, you can do whatever you want."

Song Qingwen nodded, took the milk powder can from the assistant and put it in his palm, he held it casually, and took a few pictures one after another.

The director looked at the photo and nodded: "Thank you for shooting the commercial video tomorrow."

Song Qingwen nodded, gave him a slight nod, turned around and went to the dressing room to take off his clothes. Gu Nan and the director followed after after a few casual greetings. When she entered the dressing room, Song Qingwen was wiping sweat with a paper towel.

It has to be said that Song Qingwen is a boy with a clean temperament all over his body. Even when he is sweating, he does not feel greasy, but is full of refreshment.

Gu Nan thought, if he was given a way, he would definitely be able to overcome obstacles and become the brightest star, because he is a natural idol.

"Did you see Song Qingwen get off Liang Sheng's car?" Su Hanzhe put on his makeup, and the assistant stood in front of him cautiously and nodded.

Su Hanzhe slammed the table, with sullen eyes, always thought that Song Qingwen was just ignorant of Luo, but he didn't expect that it was Liang Sheng who had something to do with him, and he dared to rob him!

If Liang Sheng didn't let go, no one would be able to take him away, let alone Song Qingwen, a former artist who was once a minor hit.

Thinking of this, Su Hanzhe pursed his lips, his emotions were unclear, his hands under the robe tightened, and he fell into thought.