The Beautiful He Doesn't Talk

57

Early in the morning, a ray of sunlight penetrated through the clouds and projected diagonally into the room. A noisy bell suddenly rang in his ears. The sleeping person in the quilt moved and then opened his eyes.

The surrounding furnishings were both familiar and unfamiliar. Lin Muan rubbed his head and sat up, looking around but only to find that it was his own living room.

He looked at the quilt on his body suspiciously and then suddenly reacted.

Yesterday, the crew had a dinner. Several big investors came so they couldn't get rid of them. They were always drinking during the dinner. Zhao Di helped him block more than half of them but in the end he was still drunk.

Only a few actresses survived.

Zhao Di... Zhao Di seemed to be drunk in the end.

Who sent him back?!

Did you hear a female voice in your ears last night?!

Lin Muan was going crazy.

He immediately looked down at his clothes and barely breathed a sigh of relief then immediately picked up the phone on the coffee table and dialed Zhao Di's number.

It took a long time for the other end to pick up the phone and the voice seemed to have just woken up from sleep. Lin Muan frowned immediately.

"Hurry up and wash your face and wake up!" There was a rustling sound and Zhao Di's voice returned to normal. "Isn't it a rest today! Why did you call so early in the morning!"

"I ask you, who was it last night? Sent me back?!"

"Ah..."

There are some fragments of Zhao Di when he mentioned this question. He frowned for a moment.

It seems that a group of their crew went back to the hotel last night and then they went to the door of his room first and later...they separated.

"I, I came back to the hotel with you!" He first swore a promise, trying to conceal it.

"Well, how did I go back to the room?"

"This...I don't remember this..." Zhao Di said with a guilty conscience.

Lin Muan rubbed his forehead with a headache and took a deep breath. His eyes dull and dark.

"Zhao Di, I don't want this to happen again."

He doesn't drink well. He loses consciousness after drinking too much and can't remember anything the next day.

If, suppose, if, during this period of time, he did anything that disappoint Kapok, he is afraid that death is not enough to apologize.

The entertainment industry is mixed and there are not a few people who only have a good impression of his face. They always see light in their eyes every time they meet with an actress for the first time.

Lin Muan is very disgusted with this so he never has any contact with the opposite sex except for filming.

Not to mention the fact that he is drunk.

He sat there, trying to piece together the memories of last night but there was only a faint female voice in his mind and nothing else could be remembered.

His brain was so painful that he was about to explode. He turned on the phone and stared at the group photo on the screen. The gloominess of his eyes faded a little bit and his mood barely calmed down.

Click on the lower right corner to call up the familiar number, dial, after a short while, a beep sounded and at the same time a familiar ringtone came out of the bedroom.

Lin Muan, "..."

After a two-second pause, he immediately turned over, ran to the door barefoot, pushed aside and there was a familiar figure lying on the bed.

Even if the quilt covers most of her face, Lin Muan can still recognize her at a glance.

"Mianmian!" he shouted with eyes widened in disbelief.

Kapok's eyelashes trembled twice and she woke up from her sleep. The memory instantly returned to the stove. She rubbed her eyes and sat up with the quilt.

She lowered her eyes and responded in a low voice, "Hmm..."

"When did you come here?!" Lin Muan was a little excited, a bit complicated and was mixed with inexplicable guilty conscience.

Kapok stretched out her hand, pulled the hair scattered on her forehead behind her ear, raised her eyes and said calmly, "Just when a strange woman was feeding you water last night."

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, Lin Muan froze there. In the hot summer, his body was like falling into an ice cave. A chill rose from the soles of his feet and drilled straight to the Tianling Cave.

He swallowed, his voice was dry and hoarse.

"Mianmian——"

"I..."

Why am I drunk? Can not remember? The crew dinner? All this is like an excuse.

Lin Muan tightened her lips, lowered her eyes and apologized.

"I'm sorry..."

"I will never get drunk again." The voice fell to the ground and the air was extremely quiet. He stood at the door with his hands on the doorknob and staring down at his toes like a child who made a mistake.

Kapok's gaze fell on his feet. He was not wearing shoes and those white feet were directly stepping on the cold floor. His toes moved slightly uneasy.

"You put on your shoes first," she said.

When Lin Muan returned to the living room and put on his shoes, Kapok had already got out of bed and started to wash. He staggered twice at the bathroom doorand finally stepped up and hugged her timidly.

With both hands tightened around the slender waist, Lin Muan gently put his head on her neck, sniffing.

He couldn't help but rub the familiar lemon scent.

"Mianmian..."

"I miss you so much."

Kapok spit out the foam on her mouth, glanced at him in the mirror, lowered her head and washed her face.

After taking the last trace of lotion on her hand, she washed her face finely then dried it on a towel and opened the hands on the waist.

"Hurry up and wash, you smells like alcohol."

Lin Muan bit his lip and went to get his clothes in silence.

When he went out from the shower, the kitchen was already sizzling with fried eggs. He sat on the chair by the dining table with his back straight and his hands well-behaved on his knees.

Kapok came out carrying the plate, glanced at his sitting posture, noncommittal.

After the two quietly ate breakfast, Lin Muan immediately got up and tidied up and went to the kitchen.

Kapok sat on the sofa and turned on the TV in the living room. She flipped a few consoles while pressing the remote control on her hand and finally turned it off happily.

She glanced at the back figure in the kitchen, thought about it and took out her mobile phone.

The man on the screen laughed like a silly son of a landlord from time to time he pulled the corner of his clothes with an angry expression. Finally, when he was singing the cabbage with tears, Kapok couldn't help but leaned forward and backward with a smile.

She covered her mouth tightly for fear of making a sound.

When Lin Muan came out after washing the dishes, he only saw Kapok's shoulders trembling and occasionally one or two whimpers were heard. His heart beats and he immediately rushed over.

"Mianmian!"

"Don't cry, I'm wrong, I won't drink alcohol again!"

Kapok immediately pressed off the screen very quickly when she heard the sound and looked up staring at him inexplicably.

"I..." Lin Muan choked.

"I thought you were crying..."

"Should I not cry?" Kapok asked back.

"I stayed up all night and settled my business and bought a plane ticket to surprise my boyfriend, only to find that he and a woman were alone in the room--"

"Should I buy a ticket and go back immediately and wish you a happy life?"

"Mianmian--"

He suddenly hurt his face and mist began to fill his big eyes. He looked at her eagerly then buried his face on her palm and the voice came out softly.

"Don't say such things, I'm so sad."

"Yesterday it was a crew dinner. Investors were there. They toasted me but couldn't push me. Zhao Di blocked most of me. In the end, we both drank too much. "

You know, I don't drink well. The crew all went back to the hotel in a daze. They went back to their rooms. I don't know who sent me in."

Kapok lowered her eyes, buried his head in her palms and explained softly to her in a low voice. His hair was black and soft, brushing her wrists and numb.

It seemed to be on the tip of her heart.

He was still explaining to himself.

"There is no next time, it will definitely not be there again."

"You believe me..."

"Well, I believe you."

The head buried in the palm of her hand suddenly lifted up and Lin Muan stared at her excitedly with a red nose. Red, the eye sockets are also red and the joy in the bottom of the eyes seems to fly out.

He held her hand tightly not knowing what to say for a moment.

This feeling of being forgiven was like being redeemed in an instant and the whole body was swept away from depressed panic as if it was about to fly into the sky.

"Mianmian——"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

These three words came out naturally and for a while both of them started to froze. Their eyes facing each other and unknown emotions spread in them.

It's been difficult to look away for a long time.

Suddenly, Lin Muan's face was stained with thin red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Kapok was the first to react.

She raised the corners of her mouth. Her eyes filled with a smile, bright brilliance.

"I love you too."

.

At noon, Kapok told Lin Muan called Zhao Di over as she made a table of good food to invite him for a dinner. Zhao Di instantly scared to death in that moment at Kapok.

He panicked on the phone, "Oh my God, are you okay? If there is some misunderstanding then I am a sinner through the ages!"

Before Lin Muan could answer, he started nagging again.

"It's going to die, it's going to be over."

"If you break up because of me, you will definitely throw the pot on my head and ask for a change of agent..."

"Director He will definitely be furious, I'm going to be unemployed..."

"What to do?"

"Shut up, come here." Lin Muan didn't listen anymore and hung up the phone with a snap.

On the milky white dining table, the food exudes heat and the scent of scent pierced into his nose. Zhao Di stared at the tabletop and couldn't help swallowing.

"During this time, Brother Zhao has worked hard." Kapok smiled, picked up her chopsticks and put a chicken wing into his bowl.

"No hard work, no hard work," Zhao Di waved his hands in panic.

Kapok was also very greeted with a cordial attitude and sincere tone which made people feel comfortable in their hearts.

Zhao Di's heart could be stretched a bit. Just as he was about to start eating with chopsticks. Her voice came to his ear again, the same tone as just before but he stopped his movements for an instant.

"I just hope that Brother Zhao will pay more attention in the future so that things like last night will not happen again."

"After all, as a qualified agent, the first thing to do is to ensure the personal safety of the artist."

"No one knows that. What will happen in the end."