MTL - I Just Want to Be in a Relationship-Chapter 17

After Zhao Qingyuan slammed the door, he thought that Yu Qinghuan would chase out an apology. When he was pretending to be entangled, he would be reconciled to him.

After a normal friend quarrels, it is such a process!

However, he never imagined that Yu Qinghuan is a person who does not follow the common sense!

Even if he didn't come to him that day, he forgave him for a small self-esteem, but what happened next day?

And not only did not come, but also went out with others! Did not even say hello!

"Zuzong ah." Looking at the air-filled, as if to be killed by the body of Zhao Qingyuan, the agent smiled and gave him a shoulder, while persuading: "You are ten years older than the family Yuqing, what is wrong with him? Temper, isn’t it a word!”

This little girl's temper is just too hot eyes!

He didn't mention it, so mentioning that Zhao Qingyuan's anger was just coming up. "I tell you! There is no Yuqing Huan from now on! I have already broken with him!"

After thinking about it, I feel that my unilateral bond is a bit embarrassing.

I posted a microblog on the phone.

Zhao Qingyuan: Never, [Goodbye] @郁清欢

After the microblogging, Zhao Qingyuan did not withdraw, but stared at the comments of fans such as the screen.

His fans like him so much, I heard that he and Yu Qinghuan have absolutely broken, will certainly maintain him unconditionally, and then with his enemies, together with the sorrowful!

However, it turns out that he obviously wants more.

The number of new messages in the background is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye and snowballing. Just take a look, Zhao Qingyuan is stupid in an instant.

Say good with the love beans to advance and retreat, all are in the brush yoyoyoyoyo what a ghost!

"Yyoyoyo~ Da Yuan Ge is shy again today, hehe."

"yoyoyoyo~ every time on the microblogging call your home Qinghua, are you not in the same studio? It really is a girlish! Keep the formation downstairs!"

"yoyoyoyo~ I can't help but look at the time in the lower right corner. I drive in the morning, what is the position of the break?"

"Yyoyoyoyo~ The distressed hugs of Obuchi's chilly words are set by a few people, and your family has already avoided you."

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Because Liu Jia'an announced the fixed makeup photo of "Life and Death Line" in the morning, so netizens now know that Zhao Qingyuan and Yu Qinghuan are in the same crew, and they are even more stress-free.

Zhao Qingyuan steel straight man, usually look at the Internet to save the hard disk or something, I have never seen such a squad, I almost threw the phone, and decided to quit the net for a day.

Yu Qinghuan, who was desperately beaten by him, has already followed Wang Zhensheng to the Capital People’s Grand Theatre.

On the stage, the actors are rehearsing "Su Dongpo", which happened to be the scene of Su Dongpo's disaster relief in Hangzhou.

The actor who plays Su Dongpo wears a wide blue and white robe, and his eyes are like a torch. He is denying the inaction of his subordinate officials.

Compared with ordinary TV dramas and movies, the performance of the stage plays is more exaggerated, the emotions of the actors are more open, the movements are also open and big, with the sound of grief, coupled with the sound reinforcement effect of the stage, it is very infectious. .

"How?" Wang Zhensheng looked at Yu Qinghuan with a smile. "What do you feel?"

"I can't do it." Yu Qing sighed, and the slightly impetuous heart has finally settled since reborn.

It is not easy to be a stage play. The actors' movements, expressions, and even sounds must be consistent. If they are not completely integrated into the characters, the effect of the performance will be terrible.

Not only that, on the empty stage, the quality of the actors must also pass, otherwise they can not afford such a big scene.

Wang Zhensheng shook his head. "Do not do it. Go and try it."

Yu Qinghuan was shocked. "You mean..."

Wang Zhensheng walked to the stage and pulled a responsible person to say a few words. The responsible person’s face immediately showed a respectful expression, raised his hand to pause the performance on the stage, handed a table to Yu Qinghuan, and smiled at him: Go and try it, this is the first time that Mr. Wang brought someone to come to us."

Yu Qinghuan said a thank you, hurriedly read a few pages of Taiwan, took a deep breath and took to the stage.

Standing on the stage in person is totally different from feeling under the stage. Although Yu Qinghuan is not in the market, it is still not as comfortable as it is on the set.

He first simulated the scene he wanted to play in his mind, and read it according to the lines on the table.

When he usually shoots, he has no feeling at all, but this time, he suddenly noticed his shortcomings.

Not only can't be opened, but the momentum is not enough.

He used the scorpion to make a sound, and slightly increased the volume, not only broke the sound, but also the bitch. Although I don't want to admit it, Yu Qinghuan knows that his current level of acting is not at all.

He was still complacent before losing money. He felt that he had won many awards and he did not need to temper in the aspect of acting.

"Mr. Wang," only performed for a short period of time. Yu Qinghuan was a little breathless. He went down to the stage and walked to Wang Zhensheng. His eyes glowed with light. "I really thank you."

Wang Zhensheng saw that although he realized his own shortcomings, he did not feel sad and lost. He was filled with an unprecedented enthusiasm and patted his shoulders with relief. "Good boy."

Finally, I did not live up to his heart.

When Yu Qinghuan left the Grand Theatre, he was alone, holding a camera from Wang Zhensheng. Wang Zhensheng asked him to take pictures of his own practice on weekdays and then look back at the inadequacies.

It is best to find a vocal teacher, practice vocalization, and have an advantage when taking a movie to take the original sound.

Looking down at the camera in his hand, Yu Qinghuan sighed with a complex look.

Since he was born again, he obviously didn't want to enter the entertainment circle again, but things were not controlled by him, as if everyone was pushing him forward. But he is a perfectionist, and he can't fool things.

Even if he doesn't want to play again in the future, he still wants to improve his acting skills during the contract period. This leads him to go further and further in the entertainment circle, and he can't do it in a low-key silence.

Envious of a couple who passed by his side, Yu Qinghuan lost the camera in his hand, so go on, when will he talk about a real love!

Oh, it’s really annoying!

Yu Qinghuan is not a playful person. Although he did not have his plays today, he returned to the crew honestly. He did not expect to meet Yu Xin at the door of the crew.

"Hurry, come over and help me to move cans!" Yu Xin dragged the can of half sacks, tired like a dead dog. When I saw Yu Qinghuan, the stars flew out of my eyes.

"It can be regarded as relief." In the winter, Yu Xin was tired of sweating, and when he entered the room of Yu Qinghuan, he squatted on the sofa.

"You have worked hard." Yu Qinghuan poured a cup of hot water on him, watched him drink it, and smiled: "I will give you a big red envelope for the New Year."

"You can't." Yu Xin put down the water cup and gave him a look. "Do you think you are rich now? I tell you, you have nothing left to buy the house! Maybe even the clothes for the event. Money can't be taken."

The more you look at Yu Qinghuan, the more you lose, so a lot of money is donated even if you don’t have a good eye. Even more frustrating is that you are still an accomplice!

"I went into the house to sleep for a while, don't bother me." I was afraid that I would see Yu Qinghuan's internal injuries again. Yu Xin dropped a sentence and pushed the door into the bedroom.

Even if he does not say, Yu Qinghuan will not go to quarrel with him. He opened the camera sent by Wang Zhensheng and recalled the scene in the Grand Theatre today. He wanted to practice it again, and there was a loud knock on the door.

I was afraid of noisy to Yu Xin, Yu Qinghuan did not even have time to close the camera, then ran to open the door, I did not expect it to be Zhao Qingyuan.

"I was finally willing to come back." He said coldly and coldly, holding his chin, like a **** full of fighting power, and walked in with his head.

"Cough," I saw him, Yu Qinghuan remembered the parrot, and explained with a smile: "I wanted to go to you, I didn't expect you to come over."

After that, without waiting for Zhao Qingyuan to speak, he put a canned peach in his arms. "The specialty of my family, you can taste it."

"A bottle of cans wants to bribe me?" Zhao Qingyuan snorted, paused, and glanced at Yu Qinghuan, stinking his face: "That... I... I will try it first, if not It’s delicious to have a good look!”

I didn't know where to take out a knife, opened the can, and couldn't wait to take a spoonful and put it into the mouth.

The yellow peach pieces are thick and full, with a slight hardness, bite, and the sweet juice suddenly overflows the entire mouth, desolate and desolate, and has a different flavor in the winter.

Zhao Qingyuan originally wanted to take a bite and stopped. As a result, he could wipe out most of the cans and he could not stop. In the end, Yu Qinghuan was afraid that he had eaten more stomach pain and directly reached for the canned bottle.

"Let me have another bite!" Zhao Qingyuan was not angry when he licked the sweet and sour peach juice. He licked his face and came to Yu Qinghuan. He said, "Take a bite."

"Too cold can not stand the appetite." Yu Qinghuan did not agree, Zhao Qingyuan did not listen to him, squatting Yu Qinghuan did not pay attention, grabbed the bottle, even the spoon is not needed, directly lifted up and poured into the mouth.

Yu Qing was so stunned that he could only slow down when he sneaked away with two cans.

He had no way to take Zhao Qingyuan, and he couldn’t catch up with him and grab the cans. He had no choice but to take care of him. Just taking advantage of this opportunity to count the number of cans, one by one sent the past to the crew.

In the evening, Zhao Qingyuan did not hold back the temptation and opened a can of bottle. As a result, she could not get up the next day. The stomach hurts and lies in bed, and the sullen Yu Qinghuan almost killed him with stomach medicine.

"I was wrong, Qing Huan," Zhao Qingyuan sighed with a apology, but also did not forget to take out the mobile phone to brush microblogging. As for what to quit the day, he was thrown into the back.

"Responsible, who will let you--" Yu Qinghuan did not finish the lesson, and Zhao Qingyuan suddenly exclaimed, and the sickly body dragged from the bed.

Yu Qinghuan was shocked. "What happened to you?"

"Look at this!" The angry and ruthless handed the phone to Yu Qinghuan, Zhao Qingyuan's angry scream: "These junk paparazzi! What are the few things written!"

Yu Qinghuan bowed his head, only to find out that Zhao Qingyuan entered his room last night, I don’t know how it was taken! In addition, today Zhao Qingyuan was unable to go to the crew because of illness. The media reports are simply... wonderful.

"The man who sleeps on the bed of Emperor Zhao Qingyuan - Yu Qinghuan!"

"Explosive! Zhao Qingyuan sneaked into the same small meat room in the middle of the night, and did not get up to bed the next day!"

"The emperor Zhao Qingyuan’s chrysanthemum was brutally wounded, and the initiator was actually..."

"Shocked! He did this, and even let Zhao Qingyuan cry and can't get out of bed!"

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Yu Qinghuan: "..."

The place where they live now is a three-star hotel close to the crew. Before the actors stayed, the crew had already done cleaning work. I don't know how this time I was drilled by the reporter.

"These garbage media!" Zhao Qing's face was red, and he couldn't keep his temper. "You should find someone to clean up their meal!"

Yu Qinghuan is afraid that he is mad, and comforts him quickly. "Well, you are not angry, don't act rashly. I will first ask Liu how to deal with it."

After that, he turned and walked away. As a result, he just stepped forward, and Zhao Qingyuan’s quiet voice was heard behind him. “Qing Huan, even if we really have something, it should be you who can’t get out of bed.”

Yu Qinghuan took a deep breath and turned cold and turned his face. The rushing Zhao Qingyuan spit out a word, "Roll!"