"You are too unprepared. Brother Zhuang, remember to hide away when you see her..."

"I understand." In this industry, Zhuang Qin has never seen anyone, but now he is shooting a reality show. He thinks that the camera will be more calm and restrained. After all, even Zheng Fengbai did not show off his face under the camera. Instead, he fucked the good-looking character of a gentleman and took the initiative to chat with Zhuang Qin.

As a result, when he went down to chat with someone, Shan Yunyun took the mixed fruit yogurt and asked him to feed him. He was fed to his mouth and asked him if he could eat it.

Zhuang Qin remembered that she gave herself a bottle of yogurt yesterday.

He couldn't even slap the investor in the face in front of the camera and said that he didn't like drinking yogurt, so he could only wave his hand: "I just ate so much, thank you."

Zhuang Qin hid and went straight upstairs.

Xiao Lian sent a message: "By the way, there is one more thing that I almost forgot."

"What's up?"

Xiaolian: "Last night, Mr. Li and Li Mu called me. It seems that he had something to come to you. I'm afraid it's the crew's business. Did he send a message?"

Zhuang Qin glanced at the phone: "No."

Xiaolian: "I feel like he must have something urgent... When I logged into your WeChat yesterday, he sent a message but withdrew it."

"Um?"

Zhuang Qin: "Then I'll ask."

It's been a long time since I sent a message.

Zhuang Qin was resting for the first half of the month. He knew that Li Mu was busy, not only busy, but also cold in character, but he was so embarrassed to find him when he had nothing to do.

Before twelve o'clock, Zhuang Qin had washed his face and rinsed his mouth. The door was not closed yet. It was not closed before twelve o'clock. Even if many cameras were installed, the cameraman might come in and raid at any time.

Zhuang Qin sent a message on his own, typed a string of words and deleted it, and sent a message: "Brother Mu, have you finished work today?"

No reply to the message.

"Did you have something to come to me?" Zhuang Qin typed this line of words, paused for a moment, and deleted it.

After his scene was completed, Zhuang Qin tried to forget the script in the first half of the month, but the filming process of this drama was very comfortable. After that, he forgot all the hardships and the remaining memories were all beautiful.

He personally thinks he is out of the show, but he doesn't understand why he always thinks about everything in Southeast Asia. He misses the sound of waves and sea breeze there, plays in the swimming pool in the sun, and blows air conditioning on the set with a cat in his arms. Li Mu brings in a large bag of snacks and asks him if he wants this and that.

Zhuang Qin scanned the code at the snack vending machine office on the fourth floor and bought a small bag of puffed food.

Li Mu still didn't reply to the message, it was already half an hour. Zhuang Qin started to be a little anxious at this time, because this point was not too late.

He sent a message to Guo Baozhen.

"Director Guo, did you finish work today?"

"Just finishing work, I'm exhausted."

Zhuang Qin remembered that Director Guo had reminded them not to contact them privately, and now he didn't know how to ask, so he didn't dare to ask directly, so he sent a message for a long time and asked him which scene he was filming today.

"Today we were filming an underwater studio. Li Mu didn't tell us that he was injured yesterday, and he didn't say anything during filming. As a result, we shot the underwater gun battle today. We called the doctor to find out that he was injured. We were afraid that he would get infected, so we took him to the hospital quickly. Then we didn't finish the filming in the afternoon. He left the hospital. He took leave tomorrow and didn't know where he went to send messages and didn't reply... I took a few more shots tonight." He muttered, and Zhuang Qin only heard the point.

Injured.

"Isn't there a martial arts finger on the set? Why, how could I get injured..."

"He didn't say that we didn't know about the injury of hanging Wiya yesterday..."

Zhuang Qin used to be a stuntman to shoot martial arts scenes, so he naturally knew how easy it was to get hurt. However, it was how hard it was to film with injuries or water scenes.

“Don’t he reply to your message?”

"Yes, I didn't go back, the assistant of the crew said he took the bus to the airport. I guess he was going home?" Guo Baozhen was also a little worried, "I'll call Mr. Qiu later, please stop worrying, shoot your variety show."

"Oh..." Zhuang Qin had no choice but to ignore it.

There were cameras everywhere. After searching for a long time, he could only go into the bathroom to make voice calls.

"Buzz--"

The cell phone placed next to the turntable vibrated. Li Mu lay on the table, holding the coloring machine with one hand, and moved his fingers slightly. The cell phone was accidentally rubbed to the ground by him, making two "splash" sounds.

The bar clerk took a look, squatted down and helped him pick up his phone: "Hey, handsome guy, your phone rings."

When Zhuang Qin heard that no one had answered, he hung up the phone and called again.

His mobile phone does not have Li Mu's private phone number, so he can only dial WeChat voice.

"Handsome guy, do you want to get up and answer the phone? It's called again." The clerk glanced at the notes and said to the drunk guest, "It's your... son's phone."

Li Mu's face was buried on his arm, and his black hair was facing the clerk, not moving.

The clerk heard him talking, his voice was vague.

I lowered my head and listened carefully, and the magnetic voice cursed very lowly.

"Fuck your son."

"I don't have a son."

He threw the lust from the fingertips, hitting the wine bottle, making a crisp sound.

Clerk: “…?”

The clerk slid his finger and answered the phone: "Then I'll answer it for you."

"Hey, kid?"

Zhuang Qin heard a kind voice that did not belong to Li Mu: "...Hey, are you..."

His voice was clear and obviously not a child.

The clerk hadn't noticed it yet: "Little boy, your dad is drunk in our store. We closed at 2 a.m. Do you want your mom to pick him up now?"

"Where is your mother, let your mother answer the phone."

Zhuang Qin was a little confused for a few seconds and reacted: "If you are talking about the owner of this phone, I am his friend..."

The clerk glanced at the note "Rareless Kid" and looked at the black question mark.

He said "Oh" twice: "Then will it be convenient for you to notify his family to pick him up? He is drunk."

"Where?" Zhuang Qin was about to go out of the bathroom, but stopped, "What is the specific location?"

"Which city is it? I'm from another place. Let me see if my friend..." He thought Li Mu had returned to the imperial capital and was about to contact Qiu Ming.

The answer came over there: "It's Nancheng, No. 154, Xianlin Middle Road..."

"...Is Nancheng?" Now the city where he is filming reality shows is here.

Zhuang Qin thought about the filming content tomorrow, which was to take personal VCRs and promotional photos. He opened the door, packed his phone and charger, grabbed a sports jacket from his suitcase, took up a hat and mask.

It was about to twelve o'clock, and the photographer and director team was about to finish work.

Zhuang Qin went over: "Director, can I ask for a leave tonight? I will definitely come back before filming will start tomorrow morning."

"Is there something urgent?"

Zhuang Qin put his arm on his coat and nodded.

"Then let's go, your assistant will pick you up?"

"My assistant...I'll take a taxi."

"Why would you lend you one of the production team's cars?"

"I don't have a driver's license..." Zhuang Qin glanced at the time and said directly, "Director, I'll leave first, I will definitely come back on time tomorrow."

"Go and go, be careful." There were no one at night, and the director thought his dress was rather abnormal and he should be quite safe.

There was no filming after twelve o'clock. The actor could leave, but the director had no right to stop him.

Zhuang Qin crossed the road, waved and stopped a taxi.

According to convention, taxi drivers generally cannot recognize him, let alone his face is covered like this.

Sure enough, the driver really didn't know him, so he asked for the place name and set off directly.

It was a bit chilly in the middle of September. Zhuang Qin put on his coat, called and confirmed again, saying that he would arrive in twenty minutes.

Why did Li Mu come here? Zhuang Qin couldn't figure it out, did he come here to do business? Why did he go to the bar, but he went alone.

When the car arrived at its destination, Zhuang Qin got off the bus, gave the driver more money, and asked the driver to wait for him for two minutes.

Seeing the name of the bar, I walked in.

"I'm here to pick up my friend," he said to the clerk.

He wore a hat and masked his face at night, and the clerk took a look.

These eyes are so attractive and their voice sounds familiar.

"That's your friend, right?"

Zhuang Qin only saw a back leaning against the bar. His old jeans were low-waisted, with whiskers slapped, his trousers were not undressed, and his strong waistline was exposed. Even if he couldn't see his face, he could only look at his inverted triangle back and knew that this figure was rare and excellent.

Li Mu's outfit was deliberately imitating the dusty top and pants that were stained by oil stains during labor. This worn material and design were casually worn by individuals, and it was all the sloppy migrant workers' styles.

It's very masculine when worn on him.

Fortunately, this is not a messy bar, otherwise Li Much would have been so sexy that he would have been picked up by someone in minutes.
To be continued...