Chapter 11 Chapter 11 "The collar is crooked, straighten it."...
"I'm a fan of brother. I'm so excited to see him in person." Ming Le flipped through the videos on his phone. The micro-expressions on Song Jing's face were very clear and not blurry at all.
He said this, but his actions were contrary to it. He ran to Lou Ye with stars in his eyes and acted very intimately, without even looking at Song Jing.
Anyone with eyes can tell who he is a fan of.
Ming Legang saw Lou Ye's ancient costume from a distance. His eyes flashed with surprise, and his fingers quietly hooked the small braids hanging down on both sides of Lou Ye's temples and the bells at the end of his hair.
The ancient costume on Lou Ye was not a loose robe, but a red and blue tight-fitting outfit, which made him look broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, and his long legs were particularly eye-catching.
How come he doesn't know that Lou Ye looks so handsome in ancient costume, which is simply impossible to take your eyes off!
Sensing Mingle's small movements, Louye separated the two of them a little: "Stop it."
The pigtail in his hand was pulled back, and Mingle obediently stopped playing. He clicked on the video he had just shot.
"Even when Song Daxing is angry, he's still very handsome. If I post comments on Weibo, the likes will definitely increase rapidly. I also have a few thousand fans."
"How dare you!" Song Jing lost all control of his expression, not knowing how many videos the kid had just taken. "I order you to delete the video on your phone, or I'll make you pay!"
Ming Le snorted in his heart. Why didn't he dare? She even ordered him around. She really treated herself as a dish.
"How are you going to make me look good?" He spoke in a contemptuous voice, obviously not taking the popular male star in this circle seriously.
Song Jing's male assistant stepped forward and tried to snatch Ming Le's phone. Ming Le grabbed Lou Ye's arm and hid behind him. His tall figure covered him tightly, revealing only his hairy head. "Oh, I'm so scared~"
Although he said he was afraid, his provocative eyes didn't make people feel that he was afraid at all. He even expected the other party to cause trouble.
Lou Ye was pressed against his back, and even through two layers of clothes, he could feel the warm touch on his skin, as well as a faint body fragrance.
He's homophobic and a little out of place...
Lou Ye stood in front of Ming Le like a wall, with drooping eyelids, a cold expression, and a strong aura.
The male assistant stopped when he reached the front. He felt that if he really touched the boy behind Lou Ye, the other party would probably make him fall before him.
"Teacher Lou, what do you mean?" The male assistant smiled wryly, seeming to hesitate to speak.
Lou Ye expressionless: "Isn't it obvious?"
Ming Le suppressed the wildly raised corners of his mouth and gave Lou Ye a thumbs up in his heart. He was indeed his idol, so handsome!
"Xiao Yang, come here." Song Jing shouted. He observed that the boy did not look like an ordinary child. Besides, ordinary people could not enter their filming site. The director must know this person.
Whether he can afford to offend or not is another matter, but if he really goes too far and what he just said is posted online, that would not be fun.
He is a popular actor after all. If he becomes a hot topic on the black search because of his foul language and Lou Ye takes advantage of his popularity, he will be at a loss no matter how you look at it.
"Master, why are you running so fast?" The Ming family's driver ran over breathlessly with the dog. "Snowball saw you abandon it and kept barking in the car."
As for the things in the car and the chef team, Mingle has not given any instructions yet, so they are still waiting for the time being.
Lou Ye glanced at the child beside him: "?"
Why did you bring the dog too?
Mingle winked at him and said he would talk later.
He took Xueqiu'er by the hand and said, "Okay, you guys go ahead. I have something to take care of first."
The driver glanced at everyone at the scene with a bad look in his eyes: "Master, should I call the bodyguards at home and ask them to come over?"
Ming Le pursed his lips and said, "No, this is just a small scene."
The driver followed his instructions and got back into the car, but he still looked back twice worriedly.
Song Jing frowned more and more tightly, "Young Master, which young master are you from?"
We have to call for bodyguards, it’s such a big deal?
Ming Le no longer hid behind Lou Ye, and took Xueqiu'er by the hand and said openly:
"You want me to delete the video, right? Then apologize to my brother Lou Ye first, otherwise I will upload it online. Your fans should also want to know more about their idol."
Lou Ye raised his handsome eyebrows slightly. It was...Brother Lou Ye again.
"Oh, and this beautiful sister," Mingle continued. His voice was clear, and even when he was threatening, it made people feel that he was right and that they should do as he said.
Song Jing's face turned pale, and he didn't dare to say anything when he saw the young man's smug look.
Every move of a public figure is watched, so he has to be cautious.
But no matter how bad his acting is, he still makes a living as an actor. In the blink of an eye, his expression changed: "That's easy. Just say sorry. I'll just say it."
Mingle tilted his head slightly and pricked up his ears.
…
Why is there no sound?
Glancing at Song Jing, Ming Le was dissatisfied and said condescendingly, "Hmm?"
Lou Ye looked at the young man holding the Samoyed with his arms folded, pretending to be serious. His delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his beautiful lips were straightened.
Why didn't he realize that this young master was quite stylish before?
After hearing the notification, the director who came over looked at the embarrassing scene from a distance and did not go near.
It's a mess, so he might as well drink it while it's hot.
But seeing that Mr. Shu's nephew was holding his hands and looking bossy, he knew he would definitely not suffer any loss. He simply did not go forward, took a peek for a while, and then left quietly.
Young people are quick-tempered. They want to solve their own problems by themselves and they don't want to get involved at all.
Song Jing put on a professional fake smile and walked up to Lou Ye, his attitude much more sincere: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lou, I just said it without thinking, please don't take it to heart."
Lou Ye said coldly: "Teacher Song, let's see what Teacher Su says."
Lou Ye pulled Ming Le's fluffy hair and said, "Let's go."
Mingle followed with a grin, then turned around and showed them his phone: "I'm just as good as I say. Watch, I've deleted the video."
Song Jing was left to apologize to Su Cheng awkwardly, but Su Cheng ignored him and didn't give him any face at all. She swung the hem of her long skirt and left without looking back.
…
In Lou Ye's lounge, Ming Le blew the small fan he had just taken from Lou Ye towards his face, gently fluttering the hair on his forehead. Because of the heat, his face was already slightly flushed.
Lou Ye: "Why is Master Ming here?"
Mingle turned the small fan to the highest speed, and the sound coming out was buzzing.
Lou Ye’s lounge doesn’t even have air conditioning, and its exterior is just a simple green shed. It’s obvious that it was built temporarily. What a poor treatment.
"Didn't I tell you I'd come to visit the set? We're all in this city anyway, so it's not far away."
"Also, don't call me Master!"
All right.
Lou Ye thought he was joking, after all, high school students have heavy academic workload, but he saw that Ming Le seemed to have a lot of free time.
Moreover, Mingle came at the right time and brought a lot of people with him.
"Did Xiao Geng say something to you?" Lou Ye was a sharp observer, and Ming Le's behavior made him suspicious.
Mingle sat up from the recliner, feeling a little thirsty. He saw the thermos on the table and was about to open it. Lou Ye sighed imperceptibly, revealing helplessness: "This is mine."
"I know it's yours. I don't know anyone else, so I definitely don't need it."
Lou Ye hates sharing objects with others. Personal items like water cups should be like toothbrushes and cannot be shared with others.
He poured water into a disposable paper cup for Mingle. Mingle took two sips with his eyelashes drooping, like a deer licking itself. The sight of him made one's heart soften inexplicably: "Brother Gengzhao didn't actually say anything."
Lou Ye raised his eyebrows. He just called Song Jing brother, and now he is calling Geng Zhao brother?
He took the paper cup that Mingle had crumpled with an expressionless face: "Your brother has quite a lot."
Mingle scratched his head, puzzled: "Huh?"
Lou Ye: "Nothing."
Mingle thought he was hallucinating. Why did Lou Ye's tone sound a bit confusing to him?
"It's just a polite term." They're all older than him, so it's not good to call them by their names, right?
Lou Ye's expression became even more difficult to read: "Oh. Just a polite expression."
The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong.
Mingle didn't just lie there enjoying the fan, he walked over to Lou Ye and stood face to face with him.
Lou Ye was sitting, and seeing him suddenly approaching, he felt uncomfortable. He rarely got so close to others. "What are you doing?"
Mingle's shiny black eyes rolled around, and he said seriously, "But I'm not calling you out of politeness or courtesy."
Lou Ye is his male god, and the position he holds in his heart is incomparable to that of any other person.
Lou Ye's light-colored eyes flashed slightly. Ming Le hit a straight ball unexpectedly, and he didn't know how to defend himself.
"oh."
Oh again! If Mingle didn’t know that this was the kind of person he was, he would have really wanted to tear his face off.
"I came here specially to help you vent your anger and support you, but you didn't even praise me." Ming Le curled his lips, looking very aggrieved.
Lou Ye was silent.
Seeing that he ignored him, Ming Le snatched the gray-covered script from Lou Ye's hand and flipped through it curiously. It was full of densely packed words. What was so interesting about it?
Do you have to memorize all that? It seems like being an actor also requires a superb brain.
"Thank you." Lou Ye said.
He knew that it must be Xiao Geng who told this person about Song Jing's targeting of him, otherwise Ming Le would not have come here in such a hurry.
Song Jing's people treated the entire crew to drinks, and Ming Le paid for all the food and drinks for the entire crew, all for him.
In fact, he didn't care about other people's opinions, and Song Jing couldn't disgust him, but he saw what Ming Le did.
Ming Le is young and looks innocent. He is a rich and noble young master, but in fact he is very thoughtful in some aspects and can think of a lot.
He put down the script in his hand and had no interest in reading it: "No need to thank me, you are mine after all. If I don't protect you, who will? It will hurt me to see you being bullied." He covered his heart with both hands, tilted his head and said with a wrinkled face.
Lou Ye: ...
The corners of his mouth twitched, and he felt like he could pick up a lot of goose bumps on the ground.
Seeing his unbearable expression, Mingle wanted to hum a little tune happily.
He looked at the time on his watch and realized that he had been in the lounge for quite some time.
"Lou Ye, I need to go find the director first."
Lou Ye stood up: "I'll take you there." He didn't know what Ming Le could talk about with the director, but he didn't ask much.
The child had just been lying on the recliner in an unruly manner, his collar now askew. Lou Ye reached out his hand, then thought about something and uncomfortably reached back to remind him:
"The collar is crooked, straighten it out."
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