Mr. Zhou Doesn’t Want to Work Hard Anymore!

But in the end, Lu Ji lay down on Zhou Chenxi's lap.

"Floating Zheng, you...puff..." As soon as the qi was lifted, Zhou Chenxi smiled this time.

Lu Ji: "..."

"I'm sorry, sorry!" Zhou Chenxi quickly apologized, "I didn't mean it. After all, Senior Sister is different from Mr. Lu, she is much slender...Ah no, Mr. Lu, I didn't mean you are fat, you are in good shape..."

Zhou Chenxi is getting darker and darker.

Lu Ji caught the key word: "Senior Sister?"

"Yeah, the one who played the floating zheng is my senior. The university used to be the school next door to me..." Zhou Chenxi said.

Can the school next door also be called Senior Sister?

Lu Ji narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Chenxi didn't notice Lu Ji's emotions, and continued: "It's mainly because she is wearing ancient clothes, and you are not a girl, Mr. Lu."

"So?" Lu Ji said, "Because I am not a girl, can't I let you into the play?"

Zhou Chenxi was startled.

Lu Ji was like a stab at the director during the audition, commenting: "A professional actor, no matter who the partner is, should be able to perform the required plot well."

Zhou Chenxi pondered for a while.

Lu Ji was still thinking about whether he was too serious just now, but he heard Zhou Chenxi say: "Mr. Lu, you are right, let's do it again!"

He was full of confidence, gave himself enough anger, let Lu Ji lie down on his lap again, brewing: "Floating Zheng, are you okay?"

The state is obviously better this time.

Lu Ji glanced at the script casually: "I have been chased by the immortal world for a hundred years. I thought that I could escape the catastrophe by meeting you. Now I want to be naive."

Zhou Chenxi's eyes flickered, and she was about to play again, and quickly pulled herself back: "You already knew who I was?"

"You are Liuli under Xianjun's seat."

According to the scenario of the script, "Floating Zheng" should spit out a mouthful of blood at this time, but Lu Ji obviously wouldn't do such a flamboyant action. He just chanted the lines flatly from beginning to end: "Ahem..."

Zhou Chenxi: "..." He coughed very unconsciously.

Zhou Chenxi stretched out a hand and touched his face: "Stop talking, I'll help you heal your injuries first."

A warm hand pressed the back of his hand, and it was Lu Ji: "It's too late, my demon pill is left to me by my mother. Now my cultivation base is scattered, I'm afraid...cough cough."

Zhou Chenxi began to brew: "I failed to protect you."

With tears in his eyes, he felt that he was okay this time, and as he was about to continue talking, Lu Ji interrupted him: "No."

Zhou Chenxi's tears were taken back.

Lu Ji said coldly and ruthlessly: "As you stubbornly recite your lines, I am afraid I will not get through tomorrow."

Lu Ji switched to the evil gold master mode in one second, but his words were not rough, and Zhou Chenxi also realized that his performance was still unqualified.

He couldn't find a reason for himself that it was because Lu Ji didn't cooperate. It was already very good for Lu Ji to help him in the show. After all, he is a domineering president and not a professional actor.

Just like he said, real actors can play the prescribed plot well regardless of whether their opponents are people or things. He can't blame others.

"It's the same for me. If you get nervous tomorrow, wouldn't it be more difficult to play?" Lu Ji sat up.

Zhou Chenxi was even more depressed. After finally relaxing, his mood suddenly became tense. If he had ears on his head, Lu Ji seriously suspected that those ears were drooping at the moment.

Lu Ji couldn't bear to say anything more, slowed down, and said, "Think about it again, where is your problem?"

"I have clearly adjusted my state," Zhou Chenxi said. "You were right just now. I want to give myself conviction, but..."

"Have you never been in love?" Lu Ji asked suddenly.

Zhou Chenxi was taken aback.

The senior sister also asked him this question before.

Zhou Chenxi remembered it. He was really stuck at first because he couldn't find what it felt like to "like".

Lu Ji calmly asked him, "Have you liked anyone? You can recall the mood at that time."

Zhou Chenxi shook his head, crying, "No, I'm so unlucky, who will fall in love with me?"

But you are cute.

Lu Ji added in his heart, and said: "So there are always people who like it?"

Zhou Chenxi fell into the trap of the old fried dough stick Lu Ji: "No, Peony solo, like a fake replacement!"

The corners of Lu Ji's mouth raised imperceptibly.

After a while, he said solemnly, "That's difficult."

Zhou Chenxi looked back at him.

Lu Ji said, "Without experience, I can't help you."

"Does President Lu like people?" Zhou Chenxi's thoughts drifted elsewhere.

Lu Ji paused: "Not before, but now there is."

Not before?

Zhou Chenxi ignored the second half of the sentence and suddenly thought of Luo Xinghe.

No, that means Lu Ji hasn't liked Luo Xinghe?

Zhou Chenxi was happy for a while.

So who does Lu Ji like now?

Zhou Chenxi became distressed again.

Before the director of "Carp" asked him to inquire about the relationship between Lu Ji and Shao Yunyi, it seemed to no avail.

Shao Yunyi and Lu Ji also knew each other before, which shows that Lu Ji likes to follow Luo Xinghe or Shao Yunyi. Who can it be?

Zhou Chenxi was thinking about it, and heard Lu Ji say: "Why don't I help you find the feeling?"

Zhou Chenxi looked at him blankly: "How to try?"

"Pretend you like me," Lu Ji said, "it seems like this is the only way to go. You don't want to get up tomorrow to waste another day for everyone?"

"How do you like it?" Zhou Chenxi didn't know why he was a little nervous.

"First let's cultivate feelings."

Lu Ji stood up, straightened his shirt sleeve with one hand, and rolled up the cuffs: "No hurry, there is still time."

It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and staying a little longer is indeed not an interruption.

Lu Ji went around the room and found the only props-he took out a bottle of red wine from the cabinet.

This is wine prepared by the hotel. Generally, it is not high and it is not easy to get drunk.

"Remember today's emotions and feelings," Lu Ji said, "Bring it to the set tomorrow, no matter how good it is, I believe you will satisfy the director."

Zhou Chenxi was sitting in danger: "Okay."

Lu Ji smiled: "Don't be so nervous."

Zhou Chenxi's shoulder collapsed instantly.

"Don't be so slack..." Lu Ji couldn't laugh or cry. "You will wait."

He found a corkscrew.

The tea was just made and it was wasted before the entrance. Lu Ji did not regret it. He piled the tea set aside, took out the cup, and poured half a cup for Zhou Chenxi.

"Do you need courage?" Zhou Chenxi picked up the glass, shook it, and smelled it again.

"No," Lu Ji said, "you have a sip first."

Zhou Chenxi took a sip obediently.

"One more sip." Lu Ji bewitched him.

Zhou Chenxi took another sip.

"How does it feel?" Lu Ji asked tentatively.

Zhou Chenxi aftertastes: "Good wine?"

Lu Ji chuckles: "You really..." It's impossible to expect him to get his own way.

Lu Ji stretched out his hand and took the wine glass in Zhou Chenxi's hand: "Is there a slight drowsy feeling?"

With warm fingers across the back of Zhou Chenxi's hand, Zhou Chenxi suddenly felt an electric current connecting his ten fingers to his heart, making him itchy, and his pores were erected.

Zhou Chenxi touched the back of his neck and muttered, "I shouldn't get drunk so easily, am I?"

His face was already red, and Lu Ji said, "Then another bite?"

Zhou Chenxi waved his hand, recalling that when Lu Ji was lying on his lap, a hand was placed on the back of his hand. The palpitations were exactly the same as before. It was not uncomfortable, but it was itchy, and even wanted to be closer to him. .

Lu Ji then took a sip of the wine in front of him.

Zhou Chenxi noticed that his lips were touching his glass, and the red wine was swallowed down his throat. His Adam's apple rolled slightly along with him. Zhou Chenxi kept staring at his neck and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Lu Ji is really good-looking, unlike Zhou Chenxi who has seen anyone.

Maybe it's because I read too many novels like "Bad President", Zhou Chenxi has a stereotype of people wearing suits.

Dad wore a suit when he was a child, but later he stopped wearing it. He always wore a pair of beach pants when he went out with his mother, and then his brother started wearing a suit.

But when Zhou Chenxi was young, his brother was wearing a school uniform.

He used to have good grades and always meticulous in school uniforms. When Zhou Chenxi was in junior high school, his brother was in high school. The high school was next door to Zhou Chenxi's school. Once heard that his brother had chosen his brother as the flag-raiser for the flag-raising ceremony of his brother’s school, Zhou Chenxi secretly overcame the high school fence and hid on the outskirts of the playground to watch his brother pretend to be a big-tailed wolf under the flag-raising platform.

The brother made a speech under the national flag with a serious face. Zhou Chenxi heard many high school girls whispering that his brother is so handsome. Zhou Chenxi disagreed. He had the impression that his brother was rigid and stern, and looked impatient at him.

Later Zhou Chenxi learned to paint. He painted his brother, father and mother. It was his first masterpiece, with composition and characters. A family of four, including Zhou Chenxi, lined up on his drawing paper. Except for his smiling mother and a smirk on his face, his brother and dad's expressions are all like this = =_=).

After appreciating Zhou Chenxi's masterpiece, my brother asked Zhou Chenxi dissatisfied why he and his father were drawn like this. Zhou Chenxi shook his head and said, "You are like this!"

This is when Zhou Chenxi put a rigid label on them when he first met the world.

As Zhou Chenxi's painting skills matured, he painted more people, but his brother's expression in his brush still remained the same.

But that was not the case when he painted Lu Ji on the plane that day.

He even drew Lu Ji with his face sideways, sitting next to him on the plane, with one hand resting his chin, staring at the laptop computer in front of him casually, the sunlight coming in from outside the plane made Lu Ji gentle.

His drooping eyelashes seemed to be full of stars.

This is Lu Ji in Zhou Chenxi's eyes.

He couldn't even bear to label Lu Ji like a brother.

Lu Ji is Lu Ji. Whether it is inside or outside the painting, he is unique Lu Ji.

Zhou Chenxi's eyes were a little confused.

Lu Ji held Zhou Chenxi's face with one hand.

He thought of it so far.

This little fool might help count the money if he was sold. In this society, "people are sinister." He has to tell Zhou Chenxi that in the future, except for himself, he can't be so defenseless against others, but he saw Zhou Chenxi Suddenly he was taken aback when he opened his eyes.

He wasn't defenseless against anyone, he was just not defenseless against Lu Ji. He saw Lu Ji's eyes with trust.

Lu Ji was touched by the trust.

It turned out that the person he put in his heart was special in his heart.

Lu Ji couldn't help lowering his head slowly, and put a kiss on Zhou Chenxi's lips.

As soon as he touched his lips, Zhou Chenxi moved nervously.

"How does it feel?" Lu Ji asked him.

"Sweet," Zhou Chenxi said blankly, "wine is sweet."