“Oh, then why can’t I empathize with him?” Wang Yong stared at He Muchen on the screen.
"It's all because you're heartless," Zhou Rui and the director said to Wang Yong in unison.
"If you're not Mu Chen's wife, when did you become so in sync with my uncle?"
Zhou Rui and Director Wang both looked at Wang Yong as if he were an idiot.
Director Wang sighed helplessly. If it weren't for his nephew's talent for acting and his good acting skills, he really wouldn't want to use him.
Because his nephew only has a normal brain when he's acting; when he's not filming, he's like a complete idiot.
"Mu Chen's wife, please try to understand Wang Yong. Sigh! He had anesthesia on his head when he was a child, and there's a problem there."
Wang Yong looked at his director uncle in confusion. When did he ever have his head anesthetized? He had never heard his parents mention it.
He asked his director uncle curiously, "Uncle, was my brain ever anesthetized before I had any memories? I don't remember ever having anesthesia when I was a child!"
The director, with a dark expression, threw the script at him and said, "Go over there and study the script properly."
"Uncle, I've already studied the part I'm going to act in."
"Uncle, don't worry, I'll definitely get it in one take."
The director told the assistant director to call "cut" and let the actors rest for ten minutes, then went to the side to have a smoke and calm down.
Wang Yong called out to the director from behind, "Uncle, when exactly was I given anesthesia in my head?"
Zhou Rui grabbed Wang Yong, and in order to stop him from following the director, he had to make up an excuse.
"Actor Wang, what time are you planning to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker tomorrow?"
Wang Yong, his arm being pulled by Zhou Rui, glanced at Zhou Rui's hand, then at Zhou Rui himself, and asked curiously:
"Mu Chen's wife, are you afraid that Mu Chen will get jealous if he sees you with another man?"
Zhou Rui immediately let go of him. "I just wanted to ask you when we're going to the Temple of the Matchmaker tomorrow. If you don't want to go with us, that's fine. My husband and I will go alone, without you."
"No! Brother, take me with you!" Wang Yong said, pulling and shaking Zhou Rui's arm in a coquettish manner.
"Who's your older brother? I'm clearly younger than you, okay?"
Zhou Rui glanced at Wang Yong, who was acting coquettishly, and was surprised to find that: it was amazing, he was so tall, yet he acted coquettishly and it didn't seem out of place at all.
"Well then, little brother, take your big brother to play."
Wang Yong was embarrassed to go to the Temple of the Matchmaker by himself. He was afraid that others would laugh at him for being a grown man going to the Temple of the Matchmaker to pray for marriage.
Holding two people together would make things less awkward, and he could then peacefully offer more incense to the God of Marriage, hoping for a soft and gentle wife. He had a selfish desire: he wanted a lover whose eyes were always on him, someone he could spend his whole life with.
When He Muchen walked over, he saw Wang Yong holding his wife's arm, acting coquettishly, his face full of anger, striding up to them.
He pushed Wang Yong aside; if Wang Yong hadn't been a regular exerciser, he probably would have been pushed over by He Muchen.
"Honey, what were you two just talking about?"
Zhou Rui looked at He Muchen, whose face was filled with anger, and kissed him, "Honey, can you not look at me so fiercely? I'm a little scared~"
He Muchen immediately greeted Zhou Rui with a smile and gently asked him again, "Wife, what were you two talking about just now? Can I know?"
"Let's talk again..."
Wang Yong, that idiot, walked up to them and said, "Mu Chen, I was just begging your wife to take me to the Temple of the Matchmaker tomorrow."
"Didn't we already agree on that? We'll go together tomorrow."
He Muchen was a little skeptical of what Wang Yong was saying, and looked at Zhou Rui. He wanted to hear what Zhou Rui had to say; he didn't believe what others said.
Zhou Rui, holding He Muchen's arm, whispered, "It's just that I suddenly don't want to bring that idiot along. I'm afraid the God of Love will get angry and change the wrong thread for us, and then we're doomed."
"I don't want to separate from my husband."
"Mu Chen's wife, I'm still breathing, and I'm not deaf," Wang Yong said, pursing his lips.
Hearing Wang Yong say that, Zhou Rui smiled awkwardly, "We'll take you tomorrow, right, honey?"
He Muchen looked at Zhou Rui with a puzzled expression, but not wanting to offend his wife, he could only say, "Yeah, I'll take you with me tomorrow."
"You said it, don't go back on your word."
Zhou Rui chuckled awkwardly, "I won't go back on my word, Actor Wang."
"No, I don't trust you. I'm going to record this on my phone." Wang Yong took out his phone, turned on the camera, and started recording.
Zhou Rui just wants to get away from this idiot as soon as possible, afraid that he will be infected by this idiot and become stupid.
"I, Zhou Rui, swear that tomorrow my husband and I will definitely take actor Wang Yong to the Temple of the Matchmaker."
What will happen if I don't bring it?
"Are you being childish?" Zhou Rui said, a little unhappy.
"Don't be childish. Quickly tell me what will happen if you don't take me? The director will be back soon, and we still have to film."
Zhou Rui gritted his teeth and said, "If I don't take actor Wang Yong to the Temple of the Matchmaker tomorrow, I'll go out and get..."
He Muchen immediately covered Zhou Rui's mouth. What he feared most was that something would happen to Zhou Rui, and he was afraid that the vow he made would come true.
"Wang Yong, are you sick? We said we'd take you, so we'll take you. When will this pressure end? If you piss us off, we won't go."
"Ah! No! I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't be angry, please forgive me since I'm apologizing so sincerely."
Zhou Rui watched as Wang Yong's expression changed so quickly, and he was truly impressed. Actors are indeed amazing.
"Alright, don't worry, Actor Wang. I was just joking with you. How could I go back on my word? I'll definitely go with you tomorrow."
Wang Yong breathed a sigh of relief; a weight had been lifted from his heart, and he could finally get a good night's sleep.
*
After filming, the two returned to their hotel to rest that night. He Muchen put his arm around Zhou Rui, and Zhou Rui asked He Muchen curiously:
"Honey, why do you think that actor Wang is acting so strangely?"
"Sometimes he talks childishly, sometimes he talks normally, and he even makes fun of people..."
"Do all actors have to be like this? Switching facial expressions all the time?"
He Muchen pinched Zhou Rui's cheek with a hint of jealousy, "Wife, you've mentioned Wang Yong so many times tonight. You wouldn't happen to like the older brother type now, would you?"
"No! I'm eating so well, I don't want to change my taste."
"Wife, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to change your taste if you don't want me anymore?" He Muchen was not satisfied with Zhou Rui's explanation.
Zhou Rui hooked her arm around He Muchen's neck and kissed him. "Honey, how could that be? I love you the most."
"Yeah?"
Zhou Rui rubbed his nose against his face and said coquettishly, "Honey, I really love you the most, and I will never change my mind."
He Muchen removed his hands from his neck and raised them above his head, pressing them onto the pillow.
Press his broad body down on him and pinch his chin.
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