Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Lou Ye’s face tightened. He wasn’t selling…
"Yeah, I knew you would agree!" Mingle jumped up from the sofa excitedly and almost cheered out loud.
He is now considered Lou Ye’s first fan. If Lou Ye becomes popular in the future, he will be considered a veteran, right?
By then, others will definitely think that he has a good eye for talent.
Lou Ye watched the boy jump off the bed and climb back up again, rummaging through the black schoolbag he brought with him, and then took out a small box of red ink and a Montblanc black and gold fountain pen.
Lou Ye recognizes this style and it costs six figures.
He curled his lips, but what he was thinking was, the child had prepared everything very well, and he even knew to press his fingerprints?
Ming Le had a hunch that this person didn't like to smile, but he didn't expect him to look so good when he did. There was something inexplicably attractive about him. He tilted his head in confusion, "Do you like this pen? Smile again and I'll give it to you, okay? I have a lot of them at home anyway."
Smile again, this tone...
Lou Ye's face tightened, he was not trying to please people.
But now I have to sign a sponsorship agreement with someone, and saying this is like a slap in the face.
He just thought Mingle was too innocent and cute, but he didn't expect that the words he said could make him so angry.
"Hahaha, I just thought it was funny. Don't be angry, I take it back." Ming Le laughed so hard that he was shaking with laughter, even heartless.
Lou Ye's face darkened: "Master Ming, if you don't sign, then I'm leaving."
Ming Le wouldn't do that. He felt that although Lou Ye looked serious, he was actually not easy to tease, so he couldn't help but tease him.
"Alright, alright, you can sign! Once you sign the contract, you're mine!"
He was the first to write his own name, but his handwriting was childish and crooked, not very nice.
Then he handed the contract to Lou Ye. Lou Ye knew the contents of the contract just now. He took a quick look at it and took the pen without hesitation and signed his name in a flamboyant style. His strokes were sharp and powerful enough to penetrate the paper.
The contrast is stark compared to Mingle's signature, which looks like it was scratched by chicken claws.
Two copies were made, and both parties put their fingerprints on them, and the contract was completed.
Hehe, Mingle put his share of the treasure into his schoolbag. This was his first time supporting someone.
No experience, but he will learn.
"Don't worry, my male idol, I will protect you from now on and let you walk freely in the entertainment circle!" Ming Le patted Lou Ye's shoulder generously.
Because there was a big difference in height, he quietly stood on tiptoe.
Lou Ye couldn't explain what he felt in his heart: "If you invest all your resources and I still can't become famous, wouldn't you be at a loss?"
Mingle didn't consider the consequences.
"I believe in my vision, you will definitely become famous!" Ming Le said with certainty. He has high standards and this is the first time he has seen such a high-quality actor in the entertainment industry.
There is no reason why it wouldn't be popular.
Lou Ye was somewhat touched by Ming Le's firm attitude. His parents had advised him that there was no future in acting.
The young man in front of him believed him so much.
Ming Le smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons: "As long as you accompany me well, I don't believe that there is an actor who can't become popular even with good resources."
His uncle said that as long as he doesn't look too bad and his acting is not expressionless, he will definitely become famous.
There are countless celebrities in the entertainment industry who have neither acting skills nor good looks. At least Lou Ye looks good enough for the audience and has good acting skills. It is what everyone wants to see him in the public eye, right?
This young master always leaves me speechless when I feel touched by him...
"Accompany?" again.
Some bad thoughts emerged in his mind, and his cold face revealed a bit of evil, and he seemed to have temporarily forgotten his homophobia.
He moved closer to Mingle and lowered his head. Because of the difference in their height and build, Mingle felt as if he was completely covered. When he raised his eyes, he saw the other person's perfect, chiseled jawline.
A magnetic male voice whispered in my ear, "How do you want me to accompany you, Master Ming? Do you want a physical examination before I accompany you, huh?"
It seems... a little too foul.
Lou Ye's breath sprayed on his neck, and Ming Le's face not only flushed, but his heartbeat also quickened.
My god, you really went a bit too far.
Seeing his "awkward" demeanor, Lou Ye felt that this young master was really just talking nonsense and was actually a paper tiger.
His guess was correct.
But Mingle didn't want to lose face. Judging from their current relationship, he was the financial sponsor and Lou Ye was the one being kept.
No matter what, he was the one holding the initiative. If he showed weakness once, he would definitely lose his authority. No way!
Mingle's eyes were determined to join the party, as if he had made some kind of decision.
"You're right, we have to do a body check first!"
He raised his chin and pointed to the shower room in a bossy manner: "You, go take a shower. I want to check it myself later."
The faint smile on Lou Ye's lips froze.
Why didn't the child play by the rules? Shouldn't he push me away in shame?
Lou Ye's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, his meaning unclear. With his slender, bony fingers, he ripped open a button on his white shirt, revealing his collarbone and slightly raised pectoral muscles. His eyes scanned Ming Le, "Okay, wait for me."
Mingle:!!!
My idol is serious! Isn't he straight at first glance? Where did that resistance go?!
Watching Lou Ye turn around and go in to take a shower, Ming Le's apparent calmness disappeared, his hands and feet trembling, not knowing what to do.
What does male god mean?
I am literally supporting him, he doesn't want to make it real.
He also wanted me to do a physical examination? How could I do that, since he had never kept anyone before?
It can’t be the way adults do it, rolling around on the bed and kissing each other!
Mom, this is really not allowed!
Ming Le covered his face which was red as blood. If his family knew about this, he would definitely have his legs broken.
Mingle paced back and forth in the room.
He heard the sound of water running in the shower room, which made him even more nervous. Could it be that he would be done so quickly?
Otherwise, you should just leave first. It’s embarrassing, so be it. Never mind.
Mingle rummaged through the things he had just taken out and stuffed them into his schoolbag in a mess. The most important thing was the contract he had just signed. He zipped it up in a few seconds, put on his schoolbag and ran away.
I’ll look for Lou Ye next time!
With a "creak", the shower door opened. Ming Le was startled and turned around to see Lou Ye walking out wearing the hotel's white bathrobe, with a faint smell of water on his body.
The messy hair was still dripping with water.
No one spoke yet, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.
"Young Master Ming, are you going to escape?" Lou Ye spoke, his thin lips twitching slightly with a hint of sarcasm.
Mingle took a deep breath and clenched his hand tightly around the strap of his schoolbag: "Nonsense, I didn't do that!"
"Whoever leaves is a puppy! How dare you! I'm your financial backer, why should I run away? If anyone should escape, it should be you."
You are bragging again. Why is this young master so funny?
Lou Ye leaned against the bathroom doorway, his arms folded, his posture relaxed. He wore the standard bathrobe in a different way, creating a ton of sexual tension.
"Oh."
Ming Le was distracted and felt a little hopeless. Not only did he think Lou Ye's face met his aesthetic standards, but his figure was also so great. How could it be so great?
His chest muscles are so bulging, he can’t see his abdominal muscles and mermaid line but they must be perfect too. How come his legs are so long? What did he eat to grow like that?
Lou Ye slowly approached, his eyes fixed on him, as if attacking a prey that had fallen into a trap: "Since Master Ming is not trying to escape, I will wash it now, and you can start the test."
Mingle's breath hitched, his palms clenched, and he felt dizzy and his head was spinning.
He didn't drink any alcohol, but he felt a little tipsy. The man in front of him must have drugged him.
Lou Ye had a playful smile on his face. He knew that this young master was timid.
Like a self-torturer, he slowly reached out and held Ming Le's wrist and placed it on his chest. The boy's palm was soft and delicate, and seemed to be sweating and a little wet.
Lou Ye frowned.
This practice of killing ten thousand enemies and losing eight thousand of your own seems a bit too stupid.
But it was a strange feeling. He didn't feel disgusted at all, and I even didn't know what to do with him.
The boy was not scared away, so what’s next?
Weird and quiet atmosphere.
Ming Le took a deep breath, his hands were forced to press on Lou Ye's chest. The hand fit tightly and the touch was slightly warm. He could even feel Lou Ye's strong heartbeat.
He was a little stuck: "Just, just barely passable. We haven't even had sex, what can we see clearly?"
Lou Ye's calm expression almost broke, but he pretended to be relaxed: "Then I'll go to the bed?"
Mingle put his schoolbag back down, his mind racing. What should he do?
Lou Ye was so resistant to being kept just now, but now he is so cooperative. Is he playing hard to get and is no longer pretending?
Mingle nodded his chin slightly, his eyes bright, and felt that his guess was 100% correct.
Okay, little goblin, let me tear off your disguise!
"You, lie down!" Ming Le raised his hand and commanded, and because he felt guilty, he unconsciously raised his voice.
Lou Ye raised his eyebrows. He wanted to see what this young master would do.
Mingle climbed onto the bed and lay on top of Louye, seemingly calmly.
Their eyes met, and the air was silent.
Lou Ye pursed his lips into a line and his Adam's apple rolled twice.
Mingle's fingers trembled as he fumbled with the belt around Lou Ye's waist.
What to do next?
He wouldn't really want to untie someone else's bathrobe, would he? Is Lou Ye wearing anything underneath? Is he naked?
Why is this guy so stiff all over?
Mingle looked serious and his face was tense. He began to regret why he was so concerned about his reputation.
Now comes retribution...
Seeing him so cowardly, Lou Ye secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised his neck and smelled the fresh lemon scent of the young master.
The distance was too close, and the breath he exhaled fell on Ming Leru's earlobe. The small, white, bud-like earlobe slowly turned red, making people want to pinch it.
interesting.
Ming Le felt his body trembling. Lou Ye, who had just refused to sign a contract with him, must have been possessed by a demon.
Why don't you push him away!
He was in a panic, his slender white fingers began to fight, and he spoke stiffly and stuttered: "How did you tie the knot? It's so hard to untie. I won't test it!"
As he said that, Ming Le pushed the man under him hard and turned over in disgust.
Phew~ He is such a smart guy!
Lou Ye looked down with amusement at the tie around his waist that had been tied into a knot by the young master.
This is a poor excuse for getting out of this situation.
"I am ignorant, Master Ming."
Ming Le raised his head: "Of course it's you, otherwise it could be me."
This person kept calling me Young Master Ming, which sounded like a joke. Ming Le made a request: "You are not my servant, so don't call me Young Master. It sounds weird."
"Just call me Lele. That's what all my friends call me."
Lou Ye tightened the collar of his bathrobe, and his fingers paused when he heard his words.
Lele?
Their relationship was not close enough to call each other by nicknames.
Mingle looked at the time on his watch. It was getting late, so he had to go back.
Looking at Richard Miller's black watch, Lou Ye once again felt that the young master in front of him was stupid and rich.
The things you carry with you are something that an ordinary person can never acquire even if he works hard for his entire life.
However, he remembered that the last time he saw him at the airport, the young master was wearing an ordinary blue and white school uniform and carrying a cheap backpack. He looked like an ordinary high school student except for his pretty and cute appearance.
But today was very different. Two words were written on the left and right sides of his face: "Rich."
Is he playing some poor student game?
So boring.
"Lou Ye, you must not refuse the script from Director Cheng that your agent gave you. This is a test from my uncle." Ming Le said.
"If you don't perform well, even if I like you later, he will definitely not be willing to do business at a loss."
"I like you." Lou Ye felt a little uncomfortable. This kid spoke too bluntly.
"Yeah." What he lacked was an opportunity. As long as he was given this opportunity, he would definitely seize it.
As long as he gets started, he will slowly build up his reputation and popularity, and later on he will be able to get good scripts and various resources even without relying on anyone.
The delay was long enough, Mingle put on his schoolbag and said, "Then I'll be leaving first."
Seeing his student-like attire, Lou Ye couldn't help but ask, "Master Ming...how old are you?"
"17, what's wrong?"
Why, does he think he is too young?
Lou Ye: "Nothing."
Strangely, Ming Le knocked on the door three times, and the waiter outside opened the door.
Finally he left, Lou Ye breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed his body.
"Lou Ye!" Ming Le, who had walked out, came back and took out his cell phone from his bag.
Lou Ye's nerves began to tense again.
"Um?"
Mingle patted his forehead. He almost forgot: "We haven't added WeChat yet."
"Hurry up, hurry up, sweep me."
After experiencing a day of inexplicable things, Lou Ye felt a little numb. He silently scanned the other party's QR code.
Mingle was happy: "I will contact you!"
Lou Ye looked at him like a joyful pony, and he walked out of the room and poked his furry head out from outside, smiling so hard that two cute dimples appeared on his face: "Goodbye, Brother Lou Ye!"
Brother Lou Ye...
He felt a panic in his heart, and his indifferent and distant eyes showed a hint of realization.
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