MTL - Adopting and Raising the Male Lead and the Villain-Chapter 47

When Huo Chengming called Zhong Yuhuan, Zhong Yuhuan was talking to Li Jinyuan.

"We were recording the scene in the third period." Li Jinyuan said at the end of the phone.

"Ah? Did it only broadcast two issues?" Zhong Yuhuan asked in a confused way, she did not know much about this.

"The first issue was broadcast."

Zhong Yuhuan: "..."

What did she see before was the first issue? That is really amazing.

"Are you happy with Huanhuan?" Li Jinyuan asked.

"Well, it’s almost."

"Would you like to come to the scene to see?" Li Jinyuan lowered his voice and asked, Zhong Yuhuan could almost imagine that he was at that end, because of the tension and pinching the picture of the phone.

But Zhong Yuhuan refused: "No."

Li Jinyuan was mixed up in the foreign model circle, but returned to the country, for the domestic entertainment circle, it is still a newcomer. If she wants to pass, she will be told by Li Jinyuan and the program group. Why bother? Being in a newcomer state, of course, is more than a matter of less.

Li Jinyuan’s tone of voice is going down: "That will wait a few more times, you see."

Zhong Yu thought about it: "Okay."

With the strength of Li Jinyuan, the first phase was just broadcasted, and it was on the hot search. After a few episodes, he will definitely become the darling of the program group. By that time, she will go over and it will not matter if she adds no trouble.

"Take more photos and record them. When you come back, watch with Huo Chengming!" Zhong Yuhuan said to the other side.

"it is good."

The words were almost confessed, and Zhong Yuhuan was ready to hang up the phone, but the breath of Li Jinyuan suddenly sank down, obviously making people feel his emotional changes, he got close to the receiver, and his tone was still a smile. But with a hint of loss, whispered: "A little bit of joy."

Before the program was officially opened, Li Jinyuan and other players participated in the closed training. The training process has also been recorded by the camera and will be played as a tidbit in the future.

Therefore, Li Jinyuan has not contacted Zhong Yuhuan in the middle.

Zhong Yuhuan did not think that there was anything. After all, in the past few years, she and Li Jinyuan and Huo Chengming did not have much to get along with.

At this time, Li Jinyuan used a little bit of a lost tone to remember. Zhong Yu’s heart was not too light and heavy, and there was a little bit of nostalgia in the United Kingdom. Three people sat together in the apartment for Christmas. That picture seems to have happened just yesterday...

"I and Huo Chengming also miss you very much." Zhong Yuhuan's voice suddenly dropped a tone, and the tone was more gentle.

Li Jinyuan at the other end tightened his mobile phone.

Ok, normally, there is no problem with this sentence.

However, Li Jinyuan did not want to be interested in Huo Chengming. Two big men, what do you think about each other? Of course, he only wants to hear from Zhong Yuhuan’s mouth. She said that she also missed him very much.

"That, bye." Li Jinyuan's tone is lower. The voice of an adult man is revealed from the phone. It is light, low, and it seems that the voice has become a thread, wrapped around the electric wave, passing Into the ears of Zhong Yuhuan.

"By the way." Zhong Yuhuan unconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his ears.

After she put down her mobile phone, she couldn't help but sigh.

It’s a actor!

Even if you say "bye bye", the tone is fascinating.

On the other hand, after hang up the phone, Li Jinyuan looked up and saw the three players who had been roommates with him during the closed training and stared at him.

"Calling with my girlfriend?" someone asked.

Li Jinyuan smiled and shook his head: "Of course not."

The other party nodded and whispered: "It's not good. When I entered the program group, I signed the contract. I can't fall in love during the contract."

Another person followed the opening: "Don't talk about the contract period, even if you leave the show, you can't fall in love. Once you talk about love, you haven't started to become popular."

Someone smiled and said: "I am not afraid of being afraid. Li Jinyuan is still not old enough. Where do you talk about love?"

Li Jinyuan nodded.

Yes.

Where do you talk about love?

He didn't know what Huo Chengming thought, but at least he never had such a thought.

Li Jinyuan recalled the face of Zhong Yuhuan. He hooked his mouth and said, "I just called my sister."

"Wow, you have a sister, Li Jinyuan?"

"That must be beautiful!"

"How old is my sister this year? Is there a boyfriend?"

Li Jinyuan suddenly changed his face: "Isn't that you can't fall in love?"

Others smiled and said: "We are different from you. If you don't get the champion when you arrive, it must be the object that the program group should hold. Waiting to sign your company. It must not be in love. We are here to make up the number. After we finish the number, we will go back to the company and continue to practice oysters... If we don’t go down, we will go home."

"Yes, I am going home as a piano teacher."

"I will go to the bookstore..."

"So, we can fall in love!" the other three said in unison.

Li Jinyuan: "........."

"My sister and I are the same age, have not yet reached the legal age of marriage." Li Jinyuan raised an eyebrow.

Someone patted his shoulder and said, "What's the matter? It's always a matter of two or three years to fall in love, that's not right..."

Li Jinyuan's face is black: "That won't work, my sister doesn't like you."

"We are not good enough?" The three people looked at you while I saw you, and said something.

In fact, they are so poor in their mouths, not really moving their minds.

However, Li Jinyuan had a gaze, only smiled and said nothing.

Is he good looking?

Still not good-looking.

Li Jinyuan thought.

Just two hours after the recording, everyone entered a short break.

Li Jinyuan sat on one side and slowly recalled the dance movements and singing skills taught by the teacher. How to integrate his feelings into it... This is a very weak place for Li Jinyuan.

When he was out of the world, Li Jinyuan heard the three roommates, and other players were talking about the latest hot spots on Weibo.

"I have money..."

"The second generation is good."

"This is beautiful!"

"It's really beautiful. Before standing in front of the painting, I really can't tell which one is the artwork..."

"The picture is saved."

"I still pay attention to her..."

Li Jinyuan silently recalled and studied on one side, completely undisturbed.

Whoever has money, who looks good, has nothing to do with him.

Soon, the recording of the program began again. Li Jinyuan hurriedly put down the mobile phone, and did not have time to check the WeChat sent by Zhong Yuhuan.

After Zhong Yuhuan and Li Jinyuan finished the phone call, they received a call from Huo Chengming.

"doing what?"

"Leg on the sofa and make a salted fish."

Huo Chengming couldn't help himself.

What does it mean to make a salted fish? But he was too embarrassed to ask, afraid that Zhong Yuhuan felt that he did not understand anything.

Huo Chengming thought, after I searched myself, it would be fine.

Huo Chengming immediately threw these thoughts out and turned to Zhong Yuhuan to talk about something more important.

"Less brushing Weibo, sleep more. You were busy before."

Zhong Yuhuan listened a bit and wanted to laugh.

In a blink of an eye, Huo Chengming’s tone is more and more like a brother.

Zhong Yuhuan nodded quickly and said, "Well, good."

Huo Chengming still felt that it was not safe, so he added two more words: "Especially Weibo's comments are forwarded. Nothing is necessary. It doesn't mean anything."

This account is a bit deliberate, but Zhong Yuhuan still responded: "Oh, good."

After Huo Chengming said what he said, he always felt that there was something wrong with him.

He held the phone and didn't mean to hang up for a long time. When Zhong Yuhuan waited for a while, he took the initiative to ask: "Why don't you talk? Is it any trouble?"

In Huo Chengming’s mind, a flash of lightning flashed in an instant.

He remembered where he made him feel awkward, weird, and even how hard it was.

Huo Chengming lowered his voice and asked: "How can Huanhuan not call ‘Chengming’s brother?’”

Zhong Yuhuan didn't care too much about what he said, she couldn't help but lick her ears. Oops, another subwoofer.

When the two men spoke, they all changed their tone, as if they had begun to release the charm of men. Of course, it’s all blame, hehe.

"Happiness?" Huo Chengming shouted in the low voice.

Zhong Yuhuan said this: "When I grow up, I don't always call this again."

Huo Chengming has the feeling that he can't sit still and can't sit still. There is an unspeakable anxiety in his heart.

So he stood up and said: "When I grow up, I am not a brother?"

"You don't feel sick?"

"do not think so."

"That's not good..." Zhong Yuhuan thought seriously: "What if you have a girlfriend in the future?"

Can she offend the wife of the villain while she can't offend the woman?

Isn't that terrible?

Calling a name is more insurance.

Moreover, between her and Li Jinyuan and Huo Chengming, it has long been no need to be close to each other in order to draw closer to each other's relationship.

Huo Chengming’s heart is more intense.

Even with everything he looked at on his desk, he felt a little out of sight. He held the table with his hand and whispered: "No girlfriend, where is the girlfriend? What's wrong?"

Huo Chengming made his mobile phone even tighter. He appeared in his mind. Very early in the morning, Zhong Yuhuan called his "brother" for the first time...

Huo Chengming's breathing suddenly slowed down and sank. He felt the feeling of soreness and burning in his chest, and he came back.

He exhaled breathlessly, his voice, and with a strong taste, said to the other side: "Call your brother."

Zhong Yuhuan felt that his ears seemed to be numb.

Huo Chengming's voice is transmitted from the current, as if it was followed by electricity.

Huo Chengming couldn't hear her voice, so she said again: "Happy, call my brother."

His voice is low, and this time with a more unobtrusive strong taste.