Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Eighteen Years Old...
Mingle knew how uncomfortable it was to have a fever. A few days ago, his head was dizzy with fever, and his throat felt sore while he was lying in bed, as if he had swallowed a razor blade.
"Brother Lou Ye, then you should stop filming for a while and ask the director for a few days off. If you don't care about yourself, I do."
"Is it because the director won't approve your leave? I'll call my uncle and tell him!"
Ming Le's fair little face wrinkled with worry. The fans couldn't bear to see their idol torture himself like this.
Lou Ye lowered his head and laughed.
He always finds it difficult to handle Mingle's straight ball.
"It's okay, just a minor cold. I'll be fine after a short rest."
Ming Le looked at him with suspicion, but he couldn't see clearly on the phone screen. However, Lou Ye looked very energetic and his face didn't look sick at all, which was very different from his sickly appearance when he was sick.
It seems that Lou Ye's physique is indeed very strong.
He just missed Lou Ye, and now that people saw him, they didn't disturb him from working.
"Okay, then you should take a good rest today. I'll check on you tomorrow. You have to be obedient."
The tone was like coaxing a child, and Lou Ye nodded in agreement.
Ming Le nodded in satisfaction. "Then Brother Lou Ye, I'm going to end the video call. I need to go to bed early, otherwise I won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."
Lou Ye: "Okay, don't hide under the covers and play games."
He only found out about this when Geng Zhao mentioned it. The Ming family set Ming Le's sleep time to no later than 11 p.m., but Ming Le was still on his phone, asking Geng Zhao to play games with him until almost midnight.
Also, before on the set, Mingle shared the mini-program game with him.
"I, I didn't!" Ming Le blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. What did it mean to hide under the covers and play games? It made him sound like a teenager addicted to the internet.
And these words came from the mouth of his idol, which made him even more embarrassed.
If he said anything more, he would be furious, so Lou Ye wisely kept silent about it.
"Okay, then go to sleep. I'll call you tomorrow morning." Lou Ye said, "Good night."
Ming Le: "Yeah, I'm disturbing your filming and reading the script. When you finish your work, go to bed early."
Lou Ye: “No impact.”
Mingle pursed his lips, feeling that the atmosphere between them was very strange.
Before, Lou Ye was so focused on reading the script that he had no time to pay attention to himself.
If disturbed, he will become impatient with himself.
Now, this sticky atmosphere is so weird.
The way Lou Ye looked at him was also like the glaciers in his eyes had melted...
They seem like a young couple, and they are still in the honeymoon period!
Is this something he could say? Ming Le hung up the video and threw himself onto the soft bed.
He was so excited that he needed to do a few sit-ups to calm down!
"No, no, such mood swings are bad for your heart." Ming Le sat up straight and patted his chest soothingly.
"Sleep, sleep well."
Mingle arranged the pillows neatly, placed them in the center of the intricately carved headboard, and then lay down straight.
But I couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard I tried.
…
Just as Lou Ye said, he woke Ming Le up on time for half a month.
At first, Mingle felt quite happy. His idol would wake him up every day with his magnetic voice as deep as a cello. Any fan would be flattered.
But Lou Ye is so busy every day, I can't always bother him.
He opened the chat page with Lou Ye and sent a voice message.
"Brother Louye, why don't you record a special wake-up sound for me and I can set it as an alarm."
Who can be a fan like him? It’s so beautiful just thinking about it~
Mingle waited for a while, but when Lou Ye didn't reply, he left the call alone, probably because he was busy and didn't have his phone with him.
"Kid, are you awake yet? The stylist has been waiting here all morning. What are you doing?" Ming Che pushed open the door and got furious when he saw that he was still in his pajamas with messy hair.
Mingle sat on the edge of the bed and glanced at him.
"You didn't even take your coming-of-age ceremony seriously. Mom and I were busy, and your uncle is here too. And you, the protagonist, are the only one who can sleep."
"Doesn't the banquet start in the evening? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"The guests will be arriving this afternoon. If you show up to them with your face unwashed, you will bring disgrace to the Ming family."
Mingche hurriedly pushed him into the bathroom, squeezed toothpaste on the toothbrush and stuffed it into his mouth: "Brush quickly."
Mingle's slightly curly hair was fluffy. He washed listlessly, soaked the soft handkerchief, wrung it dry, and wiped his face with it.
"Can you hurry up?"
"It will be fine soon. Your face will be dry and painful if you don't wipe it." Mingle patted toner, lotion and cream on his face.
Mingche folded her arms and waited for him. "Girls aren't as troublesome as you. Do you want another face mask? Or a spa treatment?"
Ming Le doesn't say anything. He doesn't even say anything when the boss is in trouble.
After some hesitation, Mingche pushed the man out of the room and called a stylist to style his hair and clothes.
It is rare for the Ming family to be as lively as it is today, and all the people who come are prominent figures in Beijing.
At night, the Mingzhai Garden was brightly lit, with flowers and balloons placed in every corner, and the guests were toasting each other.
Those who can get the invitation letter from the Ming family are naturally not ordinary people. Although it is a birthday party, it is actually a place of fame and fortune.
Ming Le followed behind Shu Yuan and Ming Che, dressed in a white suit and with his hair carefully styled. He didn't need to show up in person; people came forward to toast him and greet him.
At eighteen, I can drink.
However, Mingle couldn't drink it, so he asked the servants to replace it with boiled water and red drinks in advance. Anyway, other people would notice it but wouldn't expose him.
"Congratulations to my beloved nephew, he has finally become an adult!" Shu Yuquan clinked the wine glass in Mingle's hand and said cheerfully.
"Uncle, today is my birthday party. Why are you dressed like you're getting married?" All in red, so flashy.
Ming Le leaned over and took a sip of the wine in his uncle's glass. His eyes and nose wrinkled instantly. "It tastes terrible."
Shu Yuquan patted his head and asked, "Have you also learned to make fun of your uncle?"
The young man beside him chuckled softly and took out a navy blue velvet gift box: "Lele, happy birthday."
Mingle had already noticed Chen Si. He took the gift box and said, "Thank you, Uncle Chen."
Shu Yuquan tutted his words, "We were roommates in college after all, and now we're superiors and subordinates. We've known each other for over ten years, and yet you didn't give me anything for my birthday. You remember my little bastard?"
Chen Si adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, showing the charm of a mature man. "Mr. Shu has everything he needs. I can't find anything suitable to give him."
Just make it up. This guy is so thoughtful, how could he not find it? Shu Yuquan smiled and didn't care.
"Le Le, your grandparents want to see you, go find them."
"Okay, I miss grandma and grandpa too."
Ming Le glanced at the two men standing together. They had already exceeded the standard public distance, which seemed a bit strange, but he turned and left without thinking much about it.
"Oops, someone fell into the cake!"
Did it fall into the cake? Mingle paused and walked towards the location where the sound came from.
The guests in the garden gathered together and made a lot of noise.
"Make way, make way." Ming Le pushed through the crowd and saw a lady in a long dress falling into his white castle.
The weight of the three-meter-high cake didn’t crush anyone, luckily.
The scene was a bit funny, and the lady's face turned red with shame.
"Hurry up and get her up." Ming Le said to the servant behind him, "Take this lady downstairs to clean her up, and then find her a suitable dress."
The woman tugged at her skirt helplessly, which was covered with cream and cake crumbs. She had gotten into trouble and ruined the birthday party. "Master Ming, I'm sorry, is the cake inedible?"
If she were to pay compensation, it wouldn't be hundreds of thousands, right?
Mingle waved his hand: "It's okay, this is just for viewing, not for eating, go clean it up first."
The guests all prepared small cakes, so there was no need for large ones.
The woman nodded and was taken away by the servant.
Ming Le breathed a sigh of relief. He had just said that such a big cake was unscientific. Now, someone really fell into it.
Mom, brother, and uncle were all busy discussing cooperation at the moment, so Mingle went to find his grandparents by himself.
…
The banquet ended at two or three in the morning, and the servants were still cleaning up the remaining mess.
Mingle returned to his room. He had received so many gifts and red envelopes that they were about to flood the room.
Most of them were gifts from Ming’s business partners, including jewelry, watches, trendy clothes and shoes, all piled together.
Mingle only picked out the gifts given by his grandparents, Uncle Chen, and other relatives and put them together separately.
Grandma and grandpa stuffed the card in the red envelopes, and he couldn't spend all his pocket money, so he put it aside.
The phone vibrated. It was a message from his uncle. Mingle jumped up when he saw it.
"locomotive!"
It’s a global limited edition, his uncle understands him!
But when did his uncle put it in his garage? Did his mother and eldest brother find out?!
If opening the garage door now wouldn't make too much noise, Mingle would have gone in to find out what was going on.
[Mingle: Thank you, uncle, I love you ~ love jpg]
Uncle: Don't let your mother know. Get your license before driving. Bring a family driver with you, and don't drive faster than 60 mph.
Mingle: No more than 60 miles per hour? Then he can just use a walker...
Shu Yuquan explained a lot of things. His nephew inherited his father's heart disease from his mother's womb, but he had been well taken care of over the years and had not had any relapses.
But he is not like his sister who treats the child as a fragile porcelain doll and indulges him when necessary.
He knew that Mingle didn't want to be treated abnormally. The more cautious he was, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Mingle: I know, I know. I always listen to my uncle.
Uncle: Be good.
He didn't want the driver to drive with him, and Mingche would definitely not agree. He could just wait until Lou Ye was free to go with him.
Mingle's dark eyes lit up as he made a plan.
Thinking of Lou Ye, it seemed that this person had not replied to his message today. He had been busy all day and had forgotten about it.
It was the message he sent at noon, but it was alone and no one replied.
Mingle: Brother Louye, did you know I didn't even get to eat cake on my birthday? So pitiful ~ Kitten wiping tears jpg]
[And you didn’t even have time to come to my birthday. I’m so sad~]
Originally, Lou Ye didn't come, so he didn't come. Ming Le was mentally prepared for him to not return from the crew, but now that it was said, he felt a little disappointed.
Besides his family, what he wanted most was Lou Ye's birthday wishes.
Even Dazui and the others knew that it was his birthday today, and they sent him their blessings on time. But there was no news about Lou Ye, and he didn't even call him.
Mingle pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable.
The phone vibrated twice, and Mingle quickly picked it up from the bedside to look at it.
【Lou Ye: I’m at your door. 】
Mingle's pupils dilated the moment he saw the content. He quickly ran to open the window and faced the cold air. He slapped his forehead.
"I'm stupid. I can't see the door from my room."
He quickly put on his thick coat and furry bear slippers.
Mingle poked his head out of the room. The servants had already finished cleaning, and his mother and Mingche were already asleep.
To be on the safe side, Mingle didn't even take the elevator, but tiptoed up the stairs.
After walking for seven or eight minutes, Mingle finally reached the main entrance. He saw a black car parked outside from a distance. Lou Ye was wearing a black down jacket and it was unknown how long he had been out.
The tall figure in the distance is very conspicuous.
Mingle said something to the security guard and slipped out. He seemed to be oblivious to the cold air outside and ran quickly.
When Lou Ye heard the noise, he withdrew his gaze from the message page on his phone where he was chatting with Ming Le. Before he could see the person clearly, a ball of heat rushed into his arms and hugged his waist, like a warm little sun.
"Brother Louye!"
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