After kicking the person, he took his phone and left the suite, returned to his own room, packed his things overnight, and stood at his assistant's door to wake him up.
The show had already finished filming, so the two booked flights for the early morning and returned to Beijing overnight.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
The assistant was so sleepy that his eyes were bloodshot, and he wasn't fully awake when he boarded the plane.
Luo Hang doesn't like to talk about the bad things he's experienced.
He stared at the clouds outside the airplane window.
It was already five in the morning. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, through the window, and fell into Luo Hang's eyes.
He casually replied, "I'm not a big fan of sleeping in unfamiliar beds."
Assistant: "..."
He was speechless, "That's really sudden. Are we going to have to bring our beds with us on our next business trip?"
Luo Hang wasn't joking, so he didn't reply.
The assistant closed his eyes on his own.
Luo Hang continued looking out the window. As time passed and the sunlight grew brighter, he seemed to see a figure through the clouds. The figure smiled nonchalantly, one arm around Luo Hang's shoulder, looking across at him with a slightly disdainful tone. "How do you plan to teach him a lesson? Tell me."
The pleasant scent of soap powder emanating from the boy filled his nostrils.
He was very tall, Luo Hang was still growing, so he had to tilt his head slightly to see his face.
The sunlight kissed his chin, like a few simple geometric lines that eventually formed Luo Hang's electrocardiogram.
The constant fluctuations symbolize the stirrings of the heart.
-
Luo Hang didn't tell anyone what happened that night. He silently deleted the senior's WeChat, and that was the end of it for him.
But for others, it might not be over so easily.
When the third announcement was snatched away, Luo Hang remained calm, but his manager threw down the script, paced back and forth a few times, and finally took two deep breaths, saying, "This is outrageous!"
He was so angry he almost fell over, and then gave Luo Hang one last look.
The boy sat on the sofa, his skin pale, wearing a black T-shirt, his thin single eyelids drooping slightly, seemingly lost in thought.
"What's wrong?"
Luo Hang shook his head. "It's nothing, just spacing out."
The agent was angry for a long time, but after calming down, he asked, "Have you offended anyone recently?"
Luo Hang had a guess in his mind. "He must have offended him when they recorded a program together before."
That senior actor has been in the entertainment industry for a long time and has more connections and resources than him. He deliberately stole his gigs to annoy him.
The agent clicked his tongue. "Why are you so petty?"
"So what if they robbed me? I'm taking a break anyway."
Luo Hang isn't actually that enthusiastic about being a celebrity.
In the few years since he debuted, he has already earned more money than an ordinary worker could earn in three or four lifetimes.
He didn't really want anything. He bought a house, got a cat, and kept his savings in the bank. The monthly interest was enough for him to live a stable life.
The agent glared at him. "Tell me honestly, are you in a relationship? Are you planning to retire?"
Luo Hang: "Who can I date?"
Agent: "The one you slept with last time."
Luo Hang was speechless. "Just give up on that idea, there's no way he could like me."
Agent: "Love can be built through sleeping together, right? You two slept together, isn't that taking you one step closer to love?"
He was so angry that he uttered something nonsensical.
To his surprise, Luo Hang looked at him with bright eyes. "Really?"
The agent nodded; "Really."
-
Luo Hang himself was quite calm about not having a job, but his agent was anything but calm and was pulling strings everywhere.
One day, Luo Hang slept until 10 a. m. and received a call from his agent.
The agent, as if Fan Jin, exclaimed, "I have good news for you!"
While brushing his teeth, Luo Hang asked listlessly, "What's wrong?"
Agent: "Take a guess."
"I won't guess." Luo Hang's mind was as hard as iron.
Agent: "You little brat, you're really something."
Luo Hang brushed his teeth expressionlessly, offering no rebuttal.
He has one redeeming quality: when someone criticizes him, he doesn't say anything in response, and although he won't listen anyway, at least the manager gets his fill of yelling.
Finally, he reluctantly revealed the truth. "Okay, HOP has invited you to become their global spokesperson."
Luo Hang paused in his brushing.
Finally, he spat out the toothpaste foam, looked at himself in the mirror, and mechanically replied, "Oh."
The agent was very dissatisfied. "Why are you so calm?"
Luo Hang replied, "Because I am a calm person."
broker. "..."
-
The agent initially thought the collaboration would be fraught with difficulties, but it went surprisingly smoothly. HOP was very easy to talk to and agreed to all the conditions.
This made him suspicious for a while, wondering if Luo Hang was some runaway rich young master, since that's how it's portrayed in Mary Sue idol dramas.
Even when she took Luo Hang to shoot the advertisement, the agent was still a little dazed.
The assistant, beaming, asked from the passenger seat, "Brother, can I have the latest HOP phone for free?"
Agent: "No."
The assistant pouted and said, "Oh."
Luo Hang sat to one side without saying a word.
Upon arriving at the scene, Luo Hang was immediately invited to the dressing room.
This time, the makeup was very light; I simply shaped my eyebrows, applied eyeliner, and put on some lipstick.
The stylist also did a quick touch-up to my hair.
Makeup artist. "This foundation doesn't feel right. I'll go look for it in the storage room."
Stylist: "I'll go find you a coat."
The two walked away together as they talked.
Luo Hang paused for a moment, then casually glanced at his phone, seemingly unconcerned.
The dressing room door opened again. He assumed it was the makeup artist and didn't look up until his earlobe was suddenly grabbed. The person's fingertips were a little cold. Luo Hang shrank his neck as if he had been burned and quickly looked up, catching a glimpse of Jiang Qingye's face in the mirror.
The man wore a thin black shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a slender, pale wrist adorned with a diamond-encrusted watch of understated luxury.
He tucked his shirt into his suit trousers, his expression calm, then suddenly looked up and met his gaze in the mirror.
Luo Hang's lips moved, but before he could speak, his chin was suddenly grabbed by him, and he leaned down to kiss him.
Luo Hang was trapped by Jiang Qingye and the back of the chair, unable to move at all. His lips were being sucked and kissed, and their tongues were entwined in a passionate embrace.
It felt like a few minutes, or maybe several hours, before he was finally released.
My lips felt a slight, tingling pain.
Luo Hang hissed, and Jiang Qingye picked up the unopened bottle of mineral water on the table, twisted off the cap, and handed it to him.