C209 Calculating

Fortunately, the set was not too far from the hotel, and the drive would not take more than a few minutes.

Along the way, Qin Lang drove nervously while Qiao Lin looked at him nervously from the side.

Qiao Lin felt extremely cold when he came out of the pool. However, Qin Lang had helped him clean his body and changed into the clothes that the production team had prepared for him in advance. He even wrapped himself in Qin Lang's coat, so he did not feel cold at all. They had jogged all the way out of the studio. Qiao Lin could feel sweat dripping down his back, let alone the cold. On the other hand, Qin Lang worried him a little, "Are you cold?"

Qin Lang was only wearing his costume, which he had worn during the summer filming. Although the workmanship was exquisite, it was not thick.

"It's not cold." Although Qin Lang had turned on the heater in the car, the temperature had yet to rise.

He was deliberately trying to be brave. In fact, his hand that was holding the steering wheel was a little stiff.

Qiao Lin took off his coat and said, "I'm the one who's not cold. You should put on your clothes."

"Wear it yourself. Don't disturb me while I'm driving. It's dark and many of the production teams have finished work. There are a lot of people on the streets. It won't be good if we bump into each other."

The traffic on the ancient streets of the cinema city was not good. There were people crossing the road everywhere.

Qiao Lin was afraid that he would interfere with Qin Lang's driving and cause a traffic accident, so he could only hold onto his jacket and continue to watch him drive.

A few minutes later, the two of them returned to the hotel. As soon as they entered the room, Qin Lang turned on the air conditioner in the room, took off his costume, stripped off Qiao Lin's clothes and dragged him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and used the hot water to wash Qiao Lin's body.

He tried his best not to let the hot water touch their condoms.

After Qiao Lin's body was completely warmed up by the hot water, he then started to wash the scar on Qiao Lin's chest and washed him clean. After that, he stuffed him back into bed and took clean pajamas from Qiao Lin's suitcase for him to wear.

Qiao Lin looked at Qin Lang, who was running around the room naked, and pulled him onto the bed and held him in his arms." Stop wasting your time. Didn't I just soak in cold water for a while? It's not cold anymore. As for you, don't catch a cold. Sleep with me. "

Qin Lang leaned into Qiao Lin's arms in a daze. If his hard work could earn Qiao Lin's concern, it would be worth it even if he caught a cold.

Because of his sister, Qin Shi, and what happened to Yan Ming, Qin Lang had always felt that love had a expiration date. After the expiration date, it would enter a period of boredom.

Although he had only known Qiao Lin for four months, he had thought that there would come a day when he would be bored with Qiao Lin.

No matter when Qiao Lin got tired of him, he knew that at least for now, he would never get tired of Qiao Lin. Even a look or a word of concern was enough to make him feel excited.

If he had to describe his current feelings, he would probably be like a girl who was infatuated with her boyfriend during their honeymoon period.

Qiao Lin's concern made Qin Lang a little proud of himself. He started to touch the body under the blanket that was still emitting the hot air from the bathwater. Then, he reached his hand along the hem of his shirt and rubbed it on the back of Qiao Lin's waist.

"Stop messing around." Qiao Lin's heart itched from his touch, but his mind was not yet muddled from the cold. At this time of the day, Xu Yun would bring Yu back at any time.

Qin Lang looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. He thought that he was tired or not feeling well. He quickly retracted his hand and prepared to get out of bed and get dressed to buy some cold medicine.

However, just as he was about to move, he was pulled back by Qiao Lin, whose arm was tightly wrapped around his shoulder, preventing him from moving.

He had no choice but to wait for Qiao Lin to fall asleep before going out.

... "

As the makeup artist, Meng Lang was almost the last one to leave the set. He had to help the actor remove his makeup and tidy up his messy set of tools.

When he came out of the set with his backpack, it was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

After a while, he was hungry again. He was going to find a restaurant near the hotel to fill his stomach and go back to sleep.

Along the way, his phone vibrated several times in his pocket. It was probably a text message, but he was in no mood to read it. Han Dong and Luo Mi were at the hotel, so he didn't need to think to know what they were doing.

He did not have the courage.

At first, he had only been playing around with Luo Mi for revenge and humiliation, but slowly, he realized that his mood had changed, especially since he hadn't seen him for the past few days. He started to miss Luo Mi.

Luo Mi was only forced to threaten him after all, and he only treated all of this as a game.

He knew that there was something wrong with his thoughts right now. He was afraid that his heart would deviate from its path, so he wanted to end the relationship between the two of them that shouldn't exist in the first place.

Perhaps this decision was the right one. He and Luo Mi were not inseparable from each other, and even without him, Luo Mi could still be happy and happy, and someone would immediately come to him.

Meng Lang originally wanted to find a restaurant near the hotel to solve his hunger problem, but as he walked, he lost his mind. He followed the crowd on the street, and the road under his feet had long since deviated from its path.

The phone in his pocket vibrated over and over again. Meng Lang was very annoyed. When the vibration stopped, he took out his phone and was about to turn it off when he saw that other than an unanswered call, there were several texts from Luo Mi.

"I'm staying at your crew's hotel. Come and help me."

"Han Dong plotted against me."

"Are you really not going to see me again?"

Before he finished reading the messages, his phone rang again. It was Luo Mi.

After hesitating for a moment, Meng Lang still answered the phone.

"Meng Lang, if you don't show up soon, you might not be able to see me anymore." Luo Mi's voice was somewhat weak.

"Ah." Immediately after, a scream came from the phone, and the phone was hung up.

When he called again, the phone was no longer connected.

Meng Lang's heart tightened as he realized the seriousness of the matter. What did he mean by ending it just like that? That was simply a cowardly act of running away from his heart.

Perhaps because he had been playing the sissy for too long, his personality had become as indecisive as a woman's.

He held his phone tightly and ran in the direction of the hotel.

A few minutes later, Meng Lang appeared in front of Han Dong's door. He knocked on the door hard, and soon the door was opened. Han Dong was wearing only a bathrobe, and his hair was wet.

Meng Lang wanted to enter the house, but he blocked the door and said fiercely, "What are you doing?"

"Where's Luo Mi?" Without seeing Luo Mi, he didn't know how he was doing now. Meng Lang tried his best to control the anger that was about to erupt.

"Young Master Luo, after you're done with your business with me, why are you still here? He's no longer interested in your old love." Han Dong leaned against the door and smiled proudly.

Meng Lang's anger immediately erupted. He punched Han Dong in the face and pushed him away.

Han Dong took a punch to the face, and after being pushed by him, he staggered and fell to the ground.

Meng Lang stepped over him and entered the room. He even searched the bathroom, but there was no sign of Luo Mi in the room.

"Where did you hide him?" Meng Lang came to the door and pulled Han Dong up from the ground.

Han Dong covered his face and gritted his teeth. "I told you he's gone."

Meng Lang punched him in the face again, and then heavily threw him to the ground. Han Dong never thought that Meng Lang would attack him, and he didn't even have the chance to fight back.

Meng Lang strode out of Han Dong's room and ran to the end of the corridor.

He thought of Luo Mi's scream on the phone.

He followed the stairs all the way down and finally saw Luo Mi lying motionless on the ground at the corner of the stairs.

His phone was in the corner not far away. The screen of his phone was broken. No wonder he couldn't get through to him just now.