Chapter 116 Sick

In the dilapidated Tongzi Building, most of the people living here are Beipiao, and they are the kind who live in the most embarrassment.

Although the structure and degree of dilapidation are better than those in Xingye's "Kung Fu", the improvement is limited.

On the top floor of the building, there is a small room of about ten square meters.

A bed, a table, a chair, and a mirror.

This is all the furniture in the room.

Very simple, but very clean.

On the bed, Qin Muchu was naked from the waist up.

"Oh, Brother Wen, be gentle..."

"It won't work, it won't work."

The sound insulation effect of such an old building is extremely poor. Even if you make a slightly louder sound, the neighbors can hear it clearly.

Zhang Songwen has lived here for several years, so of course he knows this situation.

Often in the middle of the night he could hear the muffled shouts of the young couple downstairs, accompanied by sounds like boxing.

Zhang Songwen stopped the massaging movements on his hands, put his hands together and prayed:

"Director Qin, I beg you, please stop shouting, I will have to live here from now on."

Qin Muchu was stunned.

Is there any reason not to scream in pain?

Besides, what does it have to do with me living here with you?

But when I thought of my shout just now, countless teachers’ voices and smiles appeared in front of my eyes, and my handsome face turned red:

"Brother Wen, your thinking is unhealthy!"

Zhang Songwen was not embarrassed at all, he laughed and said:

"I'm thirty years old and I'm still a bachelor. How can I have a healthy mind?"

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

Zhang Songwen stopped joking and took out the medicinal oil and applied it on Qin Muchu's back.

The feeling of pain, coldness, and fever made Qin Muchu tear his lips, but in the end he held back and did not cry out.

"Why did you get injured like this and have such a big swelling on your back?"

Zhang Songwen asked while applying medicated oil.

"Don't mention it, bad luck."

Qin Muchu didn't want to bother explaining.

Zhang Songwen didn't ask much, and suddenly remembered something:

"Today is Yanying's start of school report, right? Why don't you go to school?"

"Been there..."

Qin Muchu sighed and told about being surrounded by drama fans at school.

I didn’t hear Zhang Songwen’s reply for a long time, and even his oiled hands stopped.

Qin Muchu turned to look at Zhang Songwen. He stared blankly ahead, his face full of yearning.

"Brother Wen?"

Qin Muchu patted Zhang Songwen.

Zhang Songwen shuddered and came to his senses.

"Oh, I forgot to apply oil."

As he said this, he took the medicinal oil bottle and poured it into his hand.

"That's not the case, wait a moment."

Qin Muchu stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Songwen.

Turn around and face him.

"Brother Wen, remember that night I asked you to drive to pick me up. Does my father still have Director Zhang?" Qin Muchu asked.

"Remember, what happened?"

Zhang Songwen replied casually.

He put down the bottle of medicinal oil, stood up, poured a glass of water and handed it to Qin Muchu:

"There is no good tea, only boiled water."

When filming "Star You", Qin Muchu always filled his water cup with tea, and he kept it in mind.

Qin Muchu took the water from Zhang Songwen and drank it in one gulp.

He was indeed thirsty on a hot day.

After drinking, Qin Muchu stood up and took out a folder from the bag he brought with him, which contained a thick stack of white paper.

Zhang Songwen took Qin Muchu's empty water glass, poured another glass, handed it to Qin Muchu, and said with a smile:

"And."

But this time Qin Muchu didn't take the water glass he handed over.

Qin Muchu held the folder and looked at Zhang Songwen:

"Still want to be an actor? My acting skills are more than ten times worse than yours. Now an idol drama has easily become so popular. Have you never thought that maybe you are really not suitable to be an actor?"

Zhang Songwen froze on the spot, the hand holding the water glass frozen in the air.

The water in the water glass trembled slightly.

After a while, he blinked and forced a smile:

"I like acting."

Qin Muchu stood up and handed the folder to Zhang Songwen:

"I've opened a company. Don't be an actor. Come to my company and be a senior executive. Your salary will be no lower than that of ordinary actors, and your status will be higher. Even A-list stars will have to give you a smile."

Zhang Songwen looked at the folder in Qin Muchu's hand, and the water in the water glass in his hand shook even more violently.

His eyes seemed to be locked by the folder, and various complicated colors flashed in his eyes.

Qin Muchu said nothing, looking at Zhang Songwen, waiting for his decision.

Silence...

Half a ring.

Zhang Songwen pushed back Qin Muchu's hand that handed him the folder, and put the water glass next to Qin Muchu's hand.

"Sorry, Director Qin, I like acting."

"Sick?"

Qin Muchu raised his eyebrows.

"Sick!"

Zhang Songwen smiled and nodded firmly.

Qin Muchu picked up the water glass at hand and drank it in one gulp:

"Apply oil first."

Zhang Songwen nodded.

The atmosphere that followed was very silent, and neither of them spoke.

After the oiling was completed, Qin Muchu put on his shirt.

"Give you another chance. Do you really don't want to give up being an actor and become a senior executive in my company?"

Zhang Songwen said nothing, just shook his head.

Qin Muchu suddenly smiled.

He clicked on the cover of the folder and made a "pop" sound.

Under Zhang Songwen's puzzled eyes, he slowly opened the folder, revealing a stack of white papers inside.

There are only a few big words on the homepage - "Character Script".

Seeing Zhang Songwen's expression change from confusion to doubt to disbelief to ecstasy, Qin Muchu said with a smile:

"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

……
To be continued...