9 Why do you still want to mess with me?
Promotions for "Summer Like You" have been in full swing these days, and Jin Lang has been whirring around like a spinning top, shuttling between four or five cities. He's either interacting with fans in the cinema or filming variety shows in TV studios. Most of the time, he's on planes and in cars, rushing to events. He even found time in the airport terminal to do a livestream with Lin Yuwei. It seems that only by staying busy and focusing on the character and the drama can he temporarily forget the pain that constantly haunts him in real life. "Teacher Jin Lang, I haven't had a chance to add you on WeChat before. Is that convenient?" a sweet voice whispered in his ear. Jin Lang turned and saw one of the film's supporting actresses standing nearby. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her eyes held a hint of shyness and anticipation. Her voice was soft and polite, as if she didn't want to disturb him. "Okay, let's talk more in the future. I hope we can work together again!" Jin Lang's lips curled slightly, revealing a gentle and polite smile that instantly dispelled the girl's nervousness. The young, 18th-tier actress scanned his QR code and left satisfied. Jin Lang clicked on the "new friends" button on WeChat and received a friend request from someone. He glanced down casually and saw Liu Yuwei's profile picture lying there silently N days ago. She was standing by the blue lake, in a white skirt, with her head down. Her straw hat covered half of her face but revealed a bright smile on her red lips. He could even imagine the curved shape of her eyes under the hat. "Waiting for verification" was still displayed on the right side of the screen. She really kept her word. Since she was saying goodbye, she would not even approve the WeChat application. His eyes dimmed, he turned off the screen and threw the phone aside in frustration. The smoke on the table was curling, and the white mist was inhaled into his lungs. He felt extremely depressed, as if his chest was blocked by a huge stone, and it became difficult to breathe. "Jin Lang, you have a call." Lin Yuwei, who was sitting next to him, saw that the man was in a daze, patted his arm on the edge of the chair, and reminded him in a gentle voice. Jin Lang slowly lowered his head, staring at the caller ID on his phone, and the whole person was a little dazed. Then, he whispered to the person beside him, "Thank you." Lin Yuwei found him rather strange. His expression had been icy when he first saw the call, but his tone of thanks was cheerful, even tinged with an indescribable joy. Jin Lang pulled out his chair, stood up, and walked out, casually answering the phone. His unexpectedly loud greeting instantly fell silent in the room, and everyone turned to look at him. Following the green light for the emergency exit, he quickly pushed open the door and entered the hotel stairwell. It was as cold as a winter ice cellar, and even his voice was tinged with an imperceptible chill. "Liu Yuwei, do you know...
These days, the promotional activities for "Summer Like You" are in full swing, and Jin Lang is like a high-speed spinning top, running between four or five cities.
When he wasn't interacting with fans in the cinema, or filming a variety show in a TV studio, he spent most of his time on planes and in cars rushing to events. He even found time in the terminal to do a livestream with Lin Yuwei.
It seems that only by being busy and focusing his mind on the role and the drama can he temporarily forget the pain that follows him like a shadow in real life.
"Teacher Jin Lang, I haven't had the chance to add you on WeChat before. I wonder if it's convenient?" A sweet voice sounded in his ears.
Jin Lang turned his head and saw a supporting actress from the movie standing next to him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, with a hint of shyness and anticipation in her eyes, and her voice was soft and polite, as if she was afraid of disturbing him.
"Okay, let's talk more in the future. I hope we'll have the chance to work together again!" Jin Lang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a gentle and polite smile, which instantly dispelled the girl's nervousness. The 18th-tier actor scanned his QR code and left with satisfaction.
Jin Lang clicked on "New Friends" on WeChat and received a friend request. He glanced down and saw Liu Yuwei's profile picture from days ago lying there silently.
She was standing by the blue lake, in a white dress, with her head lowered. Her straw hat covered half her face, revealing her red lips and a bright smile. He could even imagine the curved shape of her eyes beneath the hat.
The right side of the screen still displayed "Waiting for Verification". She really kept her word. Since she said goodbye, she would not even approve the WeChat application.
His eyes dimmed as he flicked off the screen and tossed his phone aside in frustration. The smoke from the table lingered, the white mist inhaled into his lungs, and he felt incredibly irritated. It felt like a huge rock was blocking his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Jin Lang, you have a phone call." Lin Yuwei, who was sitting next to him, saw that the man was in a daze, patted his forearm on the edge of the chair, and reminded him in a gentle voice.
Jin Lang slowly lowered his head and stared at the caller ID on his phone, his whole body dazed. Then, he whispered to the person next to him, "Thank you."
Lin Yuwei found him quite strange. His face was as cold as ice when he first saw the call, but his tone of thanks was very cheerful, even with a hint of unspeakable joy.
Jin Lang pulled out his chair, stood up, and walked out, answering the phone casually. His unexpectedly loud greeting instantly filled the room with silence, and everyone turned to look at him.
Following the green light of the emergency exit, he quickly pushed the door open and entered the hotel's stairwell. It was as cold as an ice cellar in winter, and even his voice was tinged with an imperceptible chill.
"Liu Yuwei, do you know what you are doing?"
"Hey, I haven't finished yet, don't grab my phone..." The woman's voice became weaker and weaker, as if someone was backing away with a phone in hand.
"Where are you? What's wrong with you?" A sense of uneasiness arose in my heart, and I blurted out without thinking.
"Hello." A deep middle-aged man's voice came from Liu Yuwei's cell phone.
In a few seconds, countless possible scenarios flashed through Jin Lang's mind. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his hands unconsciously clenched the phone.
"You're Xiao Wei's friend, right? She was drunk and cursed a little bit, so don't mind me. Um, would it be convenient for you to pick her up? Our store is at..."
Before Lao Liang could finish his words, he heard the man on the other side interrupt him coldly, "It's not convenient for me, you can ask her to find someone else." Then he hung up the phone.
As soon as he stepped out of the stairwell, the screen lit up again, and it was her call again.
Jin Lang's brows were twisted into knots, and his finger hovered on the answer button for 5 seconds.
Picking up the phone again, he suppressed the chaotic and complicated emotions in his heart and said in one breath, "Hello, I have something to do now and can't pick her up. Please let her contact her family."
Family members can be parents or spouse.
After saying that, there was no response from the other end of the phone, and I returned to the dark and silent stairwell again. Heavy breathing seemed to be heard from the receiver.
"Aren't you my family?"
"Don't you want me anymore?"
The woman's voice was hoarse, lazy and hazy, revealing a hint of sadness and grievance. The two light words she spoke were like a feather brushing across the other person's heart, causing a slight tremor.
"Liu Yuwei, why do you still come to provoke me!" After a brief silence, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words, his voice trembling slightly because of the turbulent waves in his heart.
"Where have you been? Why haven't you come to pick me up yet? I'm half awake at the house on Xueyuan Road."
Liu Yuwei's voice came again, with a drunken and arrogant tone.
"Xiao Wei, you're really drunk..." Jin Lang heard the man's voice again, "Um, our store is at 560 Fuqiang North Street. Please search it, don't go to the wrong place!"
…
Before getting off the car, Jin Lang put on a hat and a mask and hurriedly pushed open the door of the bar.
After walking a few steps inside, I saw a familiar figure at a glance. Her long, slightly curly hair was loosely spread over her shoulders, and the gray tight sweater perfectly outlined her slender figure.
Because she was lying on the bar, her snow-white waist was exposed above her trousers, which aroused people's imagination. He frowned unconsciously.
"Hello, boss. I'm Liu Yuwei's friend. We just spoke on the phone."
Lao Liang looked up and down at the strange man in front of him with suspicion. The mask and hat covered his face tightly, making it almost impossible to see his features.
"You said you were Xiao Wei's friend, so you know her phone number, right? Her phone is here, give her a call."
Jin Lang was grateful for his boss's responsibility. Fortunately, he had discovered that Liu Yuwei had not changed his number.
Lao Liang watched the phone screen on the bar light up, but there was no name saved in the incoming call number, and his doubts remained.
"Xiao Wei, wake up, your friend is here to pick you up. Do you know him?"
Jin Lang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He knew that his outfit would lead to misunderstanding, but he didn't dare to take the risk of taking off his mask.
Liu Yuwei heard someone calling her name and lifted herself up from the table with both hands. She opened her hazy eyes and looked at the person beside her. He frowned and his eyes looked a little angry.
She hopped down from the high stool unsteadily, and put her white hand to his eyebrows, smoothing them hard.
"You came to pick me up. I didn't drink much. Don't be unhappy!"
As soon as she opened her mouth, a strong smell of alcohol hit her in the face, and it could penetrate into Jin Lang's nostrils even through the mask, but her unintentional little movement instantly pulled Jin Lang back.
…
On the eve of graduation, he rushed to Beijing by train to give her a surprise, but she had dinner with classmates late at night and did not return. When she called him for the last time, he took her back to her rental house from the "half-awake" house.
"You've drunk so much, what will you do if I don't come?" His voice was low and helpless, and he carried her to the narrow double sofa.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery with drunkenness, but she said stubbornly, "I'm really not drunk, don't be angry."
After saying that, she came up to him like a lazy cat and held his face in her hands.
He sighed and gently grasped her slender white wrist, "You're going abroad, you can't drink so much by yourself."
The drunk man seemed to sober up suddenly, turned over flexibly and sat on his legs, put his hands on his shoulders, leaned forward slightly, and with a smell of alcohol, lowered his head and kissed him on the lips.
"Then I won't leave, okay?" The voice was hoarse and charming.
The soft lips were hot, and it made his heart tremble. He wanted to say yes, but he knew he couldn't.
His hands unconsciously rested on her waist, slowly tightening their grip, as if to rub her into his body. His body movements revealed his true thoughts instead of words.
Liu Yuwei was confused and sober at the same time. Without waiting for an answer, she took the initiative to kiss his lips again.
Her words seemed to remind them that separation was imminent. The entanglement of their lips and teeth gradually deepened. The smell of alcohol filled the air, intertwining with the low moans and gasps in the room.
…
"How much did you drink!" Jin Lang muttered, picked up the coat beside him and wanted to help Liu Yuwei put it on. She leaned in his arms quietly and obediently like a puppet, completely without the aura of cursing on the phone just now.
"It's probably half a bottle of whiskey. She doesn't usually drink like this. I wonder what happened today." After confirming the identity of the visitor, Lao Liang let down his guard.
"Thank you, boss. I'll take her away first!" Jin Lang picked up the lady's handbag, put his arm around her waist and walked out of the bar.
…
Late at night, the black vehicle sped along the road and soon arrived at its destination.
Jin Lang slowly parked the car by the roadside, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned to look at the woman sleeping in the passenger seat. The streetlight outside the car window shone dimly and softly, casting a familiar and moving outline on her face.
A small strand of disobedient hair stuck to her lips, and Jin Lang unconsciously raised his hand to brush it away for her.
When his cold fingers touched her warm lips, the scene of him kissing her secretly appeared in front of him again. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he actually wanted to taste the juicy cherry again.
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