Lay Flowers To Plato

Early the next morning, Bo Tu hurriedly left the room after receiving a notice from the director that he had a work arrangement.

Liang Xi was fine. He slept very late after the rain yesterday, but he couldn't sleep after Bo Tu left. Not only was he not sleepy, but he was a little excited.

He rolled over to the side where Bo Tu was sleeping, lay on the pillow and inhaled hard. There was still a little warmth left in the quilt, and he was very happy. This time he came to Hong Kong.

Although he didn't say it, he felt that Bo Tu must have liked him, and he still liked him very much. Bo Tu looked at him differently from before... Bo Tu didn't look at him much before.

Do you want to take advantage of the fact that Bo Tu is in a good mood and attitude, and then bring up the matter of marriage? Liang Xi is still very traditional in his heart, and feels that marriage is the biggest insurance.

After thinking about it, he thought about Bo Tu a little, and he didn't know if Bo Tu would be able to come back at noon.

There was a stack of magazines by the bedside. He picked up two of them and flipped through them. One was brand new, and the date was published the day before yesterday. Liang Xi saw that the cover was Bo Tu, and put aside everything else, and concentrated on reading this one.

For so many years, the habit of rubbing and rubbing at Botu's photos has become deeply ingrained, and my hands start to itch after watching it for a few minutes.

This time, he was very restrained and persisted for a long time before he couldn't help going to the bathroom. He was afraid that he was so excited that Bo Tu suddenly came back.

After half an hour, he came out contentedly, lay directly on the sofa in the outer hall, and flipped through the photo part of Berto in the magazine, the more he read, the more he liked it.

In this magazine, there are several photos of Bo Tu wearing a suit in a vacuum. The collarbone and large chest are exposed. The figure is first-class, and the appearance is even more unspeakable.

For some reason, he suddenly thought that Bo Tu was so good-looking and so photogenic, if someone also took Bo Tu's photo to get into the wrong idea and **** off on his face, maybe they would deliberately spray him on his face.

Liang Xi couldn't respond immediately. When he secretly liked Bo Tu, he always hoped Bo Tu would take more posters of various styles. Now his mentality is different. , that the new posters and new photos that are shot will be cheap and ulterior motives outsiders, it is really unbearable.

Bo Tu spent the morning in the set-up board room trying to get familiar with the script, and planned to shoot the first scene in the afternoon.

Near twelve o'clock, he came back in a hurry, and when he entered the door, he saw Liang Xi lying on the sofa in the outer hall, sleeping with a magazine on his face, and his movements were much lighter unconsciously.

It wasn't that he was afraid of waking Liang Xi up. He was still sleeping for three poles in the sun, and it wasn't wrong to wake him up with one kick. He didn't want to quarrel with Liang Xi, because he felt a little vaguely unnatural.

This kind of unnatural source seems to like it.

Liang Xi suddenly sat up suddenly, and the magazine fell to the ground.

Bo Tu was holding a bottle of soda water to unscrew, and the two of them looked at each other and didn't speak for a while.

"Oh," Liang Xi came back to his senses, and hurriedly bent over to pick up the magazine, looked at it and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't your face that landed on the ground."

Seeing that it was the fashion magazine that was doing an exclusive interview, Bo Tu looked away and said, "Have you taken anti-inflammatory drugs?"

Liang Xi said honestly, "No, I forgot."

He took anti-inflammatory drugs for a few days, and the doctor said that he could stop for a while, but he would continue to take anti-inflammatory drugs to prevent wound infection.

"Where is the medicine?" Berto asked him.

He looked at the suitcase on the side. Bo Tu squatted down and opened the suitcase. It was in a mess. Liang Xi had rummaged through it himself last night, and he didn't clean it up after he finished rummaging.

Bo Tu first found the medicine, threw it on the table in front of Liang Xi, and said, "Hurry up and eat, it's time for dinner."

Liang Xi looked like he was obedient and took the medicine.

Bo Tu was still squatting in front of the box, tidying up Liang Xi's messed up luggage.

Liang Xi sat on the sofa and looked at him, content: "Daughter-in-law, you are so kind."

Bo Tu said strangely: "...what do you call me?"

Liang Xi was still there and said, "Daughter-in-law, you folded your clothes like that, and I'm not willing to unfold them. Otherwise, I'll wear your clothes these days. We wear one size. I've seen it."

Bo Tu zipped up the box without a word, and put it on the luggage rack inside.

Liang Xi thought for a while, and said, "You don't like me calling you your wife? But when the couple calls their names directly, how can it show that we are here in person."

"What two..." Bo Tu stopped again and said, "Forget it, you straighten your hair, let's go to lunch."

Liang Xi walked to the bathroom. There were Bai Tu's hairspray, wax and gel on the shelf. He picked up the hairspray and shook it, sprayed it on his head, and scratched randomly with one hand.

Bai Tu changed into another dress, waited for Liang Xi to come out of the bathroom, observed his hair, and casually helped him with it, and said, "Okay, let's go."

Liang Xi smiled happily, then remembered something, and said, "Bertu, don't take pictures of that kind of thing in the future."

Berto asked curiously, "What?"

Liang Xi pointed to the magazine on the coffee table, and said, "For example, when most of your chest is exposed, the photographer is happy, he can see everything when you bend over."

Bo Tu was speechless and said, "What's there to see, I'm not Boba."

Liang Xixin said that there are more to watch, and she said in a plausible manner: "Anyway, you are also a person who has a target. This kind of exposed flesh will not be photographed in the future."

Bo Tu took the phone and said in a low voice, "Yeah."

Liang Xi followed behind him, grinning and laughing, he felt that Bo Tu must like him to death, otherwise how could he be so obedient.

The crew stayed in for two days. The hotel staff were already familiar with Bo Tu, and Liang Xi is not particularly famous in Hong Kong. He does not often appear on the big screen like Bo Tu. The audience of mainland variety shows in Hong Kong is very small. Most ordinary Hong Kong citizens do not know Liang Xi.

When the waiter in the hotel restaurant was ordering, he always looked like he was serving Bo Tu, probably taking Liang Xi as Bo Tu's assistant. Although this assistant is not bad looking, there is always a shortage of handsome guys in the team of artist assistants from the mainland who come to Hong Kong. The selection of staff by mainland brokerage companies also depends on their faces.

There were also other people in the crew who came up to eat, because they didn't know Botu very well, so they just said hello from a distance.

Almost no one paid attention to Liang Xi.

Liang Xi was slightly depressed. He came out to eat with Bo Tu because he wanted to show his affection. It would be better if he could meet Zhou Niansen and be mad at him.

Zhou Niansen never appeared.

However, he noticed that when Bo Tu ordered food, he avoided seafood and spicy food. He knew that he was thinking about his injury, and he was very happy.

He ate an in-flight meal casually on the plane yesterday, and he hasn't eaten much until now. When the food comes, he devours it.

But Bo Tu couldn't eat more, so he put down the tableware after only taking a few bites, and sat across from him watching him eat.

In public, the two of them have a tacit understanding of how to talk, and occasionally meet each other's eyes, like a little sweetness in the first bath of love.

Xu Jiahui and his team came to eat together. As soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw Bo Tu. He walked over and said in surprise, "Bo Tu... Huh? Isn't Mr. Liang?" His Mandarin is not very good, and his Cantonese accent is still very heavy.

Liang Xi raised his head, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and greeted Xu Jiahui with a smile.

Xu often goes to the mainland for commercial performances this year, and I have met Liang Xi on several occasions. I am not too familiar with him, but I have heard of his background. It is not enough to curry favor with Liang Xi, but it is always good to make friends. of.

Liang Xi only said that he was resting recently, so he came to Hong Kong to play, knowing that Bo Tu was filming here and came to see him. As soon as I heard this, I lied to a fool. The typhoon season is coming soon, who would choose such a time to play.

Xu Jiahui is not stupid, plus he came to say hello, and felt that Bo Tu was a little nervous and embarrassed. They were all people in the circle. If they were ordinary friends, it was too unnecessary.

Xu Jiahui has been immersed in this industry for so many years, and of course he will not casually spread gossip about his colleagues. But in his team, there are many gossip people.

In the afternoon, Bo Tu officially started filming the first scene. Before the makeup was done, Zhou Niansen came in in a hurry. The makeup artist saw this gesture, and had the eyesight to stop what he was doing and hide.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Zhou Niansen said angrily, "Now most of the crew know that a man entered your room in the middle of the night last night, and you went to the restaurant to show off at noon?"

Bai Tu took the powder puff himself and patted the makeup on his face, and said coldly, "Just go in, so what?"

Zhou Niansen was even more angry: "Is it Liang Xi? Of course I know you can't do it, but what will others think?"

In fact, he is completely unknown fire. Some friends in the circle get off the plane in the middle of the night to see Botu, and then have a meal together. What is the big deal?

Bo Tu didn't want to talk to him, and said, "I can control what other people think."

"Bai Tu," Zhou Niansen said with an ugly face, "Don't look like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, do you think I'm hurting you? I'm not doing anything for your own good? Liang Xi came to find what you want to do, everyone. It's all men who don't know, you have to find it unpleasant for yourself?"

Bo Tu threw the powder puff back into the vanity box and said, "You really don't know what he wants to do. I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm not unhappy now, I'm quite happy."

Zhou Niansen frowned and said, "Why are you stubborn?"

"I don't have a hard mouth." Bo Tu squinted at him and said, "I'm in love, why is it unpleasant?"