Cheng Yu came out after taking a shower, and Meng Jingfan was still sitting on her sofa like an uncle.
"Damn, it's a good thing I changed into pajamas and came out." Cheng Yu rolled his eyes at Meng Jingfan, "You don't shy away from it, okay?"
"When did you become so public?" Meng Jingfan leaned on the sofa and looked at her backwards, "I'm tired, too lazy to leave."
Cheng Yu: "...No more. I can't let you see me naked when I'm outside. I'm so convinced that I quickly went back to my room to sleep. "
"You have strong hands, rub my shoulder." Meng Jingfan patted the side of his neck without any politeness. "It's sore and painful, and it's a bit uncomfortable."
Cheng Yu walked over suspiciously: "Don't be kidding me."
"Who is kidding you?" Meng Jingfan lay down consciously, "Hurry up, I'll leave after pressing the button."
"Ancestor." Cheng Yu complained, but his actions were honest.
But because he was lying on his stomach, Cheng Yu had nowhere to sit, so he patted his back and said, "Get up, sit down and hold it down for you."
Meng Jingfan casually grabbed a pillow and placed it on his lower back, and said, "I'm practicing lying on the ground. When you stood up, you sat on me. "
"It's not that you have to bear the weight. The whole family has to pick it up, but I am the only one willing to accompany you to play around." Cheng Yu sat on the pillow, squeezed his legs on both sides of his waist, and pushed hard with his hands. Meng Jingfan groaned in pain.
"I didn't use much force." Cheng Yu was speechless. "You are the one who wants to massage, and you are the one who thinks my hands are heavy. Do you know that you will get beaten if you do this?"
“OK, I won’t say anything anymore.”
“That’s pretty much it.”
Cheng Yu used three strokes, five divided by two, to relieve his fatigue. Her technique was actually very good. Meng Tang’s back often hurt. When Wei Chuan was not at home, Cheng Yu helped her with massage.
Seeing that Meng Jingfan was drowsy, Cheng Yu slapped him awake: "Get up quickly and go back to your room."
Meng Jingfan returned to the room with his tired body. The assistant did not fall asleep first, so he was startled: "Why are you doing this? Are you still awake?”
The assistant said: “Sister Jing asked you to call her.”
Lin Jingjing is Meng Jingfan’s agent. She is almost 40 years old. She is fast and decisive. Except for Meng Jingfan, everyone who works with her is a little afraid of her.
Meng Jingfan has never found a personal assistant. The current assistant is arranged by the company. The assistant will tell the agent many things about him.
Meng Jingfan looked at the assistant and asked: "What did you say to Sister Jing?"
The assistant replied: "Sister Jing asked where you were, and I said you were in Sister Xiaoyu's room."
Meng Jingfan nodded: "Okay, I'll get back to her now. Let's go to bed first."
"Okay, brother, good night."
"Hmm."
Meng Jingfan entered the room and took off his shirt to take a shower. When he was looking for a towel, he dialed his agent's number.
Lin Jingjing got straight to the point: "Are you willing to go back to your room?"
"What's wrong?" Meng Jingfan was puzzled, "Why do you feel like you speak in a weird way, sister?"
"You're pretending to be stupid with me, right?" Lin Jingjing snorted coldly, "The cp super talk came out, and you still don't know how to avoid suspicion. You are still in someone's room so late. Are you willing to be photographed?"
Meng Jingfan: "...What's wrong with my relationship with Xiaoyu, if it's photographed?"
Lin Jingjing: "...Meng Jingfan, don't you think you have no boundaries with her?"
"Boundaries?" Meng Jingfan frowned, "She and I are family, what boundaries do I need to set with her?"
"Oh my God, I can't stand it. Why don't you go and fall in love." Lin Jingjing regretted after saying this, "I'm kidding you, don't be impulsive, you are not suitable for dating now. The company has recently been contacted by a criminal investigation drama, and your appearance is very suitable." As the saying goes, things come together, be careful. "
"You know, I'm not an arrogant person."
Lin Jingjing complained: "You are not an arrogant person, but you have little sense of feelings. Are you pretending to be stupid or do you really not understand what I said?"
Meng Jingfan said: "Then you should make it clear."
Lin Jingjing said: "You both have CP, is it too fast? I looked at it and found that although it is not a common practice, it is like this in the industry. Anything bigger will be criticized endlessly."
"Your career will expose you to a lot of bad voices. If you want her to be safe, it's best to keep a distance from her."
"Needless to say, you know that once you get too close to anyone of the opposite sex, some fanatical fans will pick on her. Gathering her personal information, social status, academic background...everything will be amplified, and she is not an insider, and may even be suspected of trying to tie you up for hype. "
"The brains of CP fans are different from those of normal fans. Once the volume becomes louder, it will not be conducive to your development at all."
"Looking at it, which male celebrity by name fell in love and got married before 35? This is all to maintain a stable fan circle and prevent emotional binding from affecting your future."
Meng Jingfan opposed her: "I know several celebrities over 30 who even have children, and they still set up singles there. Is it interesting?"
Lin Jingjing: "You care about others. Doesn’t it make sense? You are only 22. You should consider getting married in ten years.”
Meng Jingfan’s eyes widened in horror: “You want me to be a virgin for 32 years?”
< br/> Lin Jingjing choked: "Are you so honest?"
"...Ask Wei Siyuan."
After saying that, Meng Jingfan hung up the phone.
What Lin Jingjing said made sense to a certain extent, but Meng Jingfan did not intend to listen to her.
The variety show has not been broadcast yet. If it is broadcast well, how can it be possible to stop people who take CP? Just ignore it.
There was still recording the next day, and I had to get up early in the morning to do makeup and hair. Meng Jingfan took a shower, put his hands on the pillow and went to sleep.
In view of the hard work of recording on the first day, the program team specially let them sleep for an extra half hour on the second day.
Cheng Yu got up early in the morning, so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He only felt a little alive after entering the restaurant.
The hotel provided local breakfast. Meng Jingfan was afraid that Cheng Yu would not be used to it, so he moved the chair towards her and asked:
"What do you want to eat, I will get it for you."
There was a menu written on the table, and there were quite a lot of varieties. Cheng Yu didn't choose, and said, "I've come to Jiangcheng, so of course I want to try the food here. Take it as you see."
Typing too much, Cheng Yu frowned slightly, held the voice button and said:
"Describe in detail the shape, location, length and depth of the cracks in the wood carving."
Meng Jingfan brought breakfast over and saw that she was busy. He pinched a shrimp dumpling to her lips. Cheng Yu took it into his mouth very naturally. The others looked at each other with an indescribable light in their eyes.
After finishing a shrimp dumpling, the other end of the phone described it clearly.
Cheng Yu added: "Active cracks, how many times have I told you, the focus of the repair plan is to stop the cracks, which is the same as the traditional Chinese medicine of strengthening the body."
"Prepare the ingredients first. There is an amber-like thing in the drawer under the desk in my studio. Soak it in pure water and start it tonight. After that, stew it according to what I gave you before. Shoot a video and send it to me. No matter how late it is, I will give you feedback."
"I don't need to say anything about clearing the seam and guiding the glue. You must pay attention and be patient when guiding the glue."
"After solidification, send it to the curing room for observation for 48 hours, and do not touch it."
As soon as the phone call ended, Cheng Yu exhaled. Just as he was about to eat, he glanced at the whole room.
She subconsciously touched her face: "What's wrong?"
Shi Yu gave her a thumbs up: "I'll go, Sister Xiaoyu, you look so handsome at work."
"Sure enough, I don't understand that you are so tall." Yu Xingran also sighed.
Qi Fei asked: "Is this wood carving restoration? It sounds like it to me."
Cheng Yu nodded: "One of the wooden sculptures in the museum is cracked."
"It's amazing, the cracked wood can be repaired." Su Qi said, "It's especially like the restoration of cultural relics. This The work is really interesting."
"How can it be more interesting for you?" Cheng Yu said, "Our industry is very boring and lonely. Only those who can't think about it will do this."
Cheng Yu was just joking. Like Meng Tang, she has an inexplicable obsession and obsession with wood.