Son, Mom Will Back You

Chapter 14

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It took more than ten seconds before the man with the sharp-mouthed monkey gill stood in the middle recovered from shock. He stared wide and looked at the slender and weak figure outside the door in disbelief.

The man pointed to himself: "You...you scold me?"

The girl outside the door took a step forward: "Did you just talk?"

"Yes, yes."

"Oh," the girl's smile went cold, "then you say I am scolding you, a villain who only dares to slander behind his back?"

"you--"

"I have recorded what you just said, and now I can send an original recording to Mr. Luo Xiu's brokerage company-do you want to talk to the legal department of Dingke Media about the sentencing of insults and defamation?"

"..."

The man's face (color) changed from blue to white for a while: "What kind of thing do you dare to stand out for Luo Xiu? Do you dare to send, believe it or not, I will take you to the funeral!"

"Wow," Gu Nianmu looked at him with a face, "That person is so scared."

man︰"……"

Gu Nian was too lazy to speak, lifted the phone and shook it towards him. The screen displayed on the mail page. Her finger was hovering on the green (color) send button.

Then Gu Nian turned his head and threatened blankly: "Make sure that you will never slander Luo Xiu again, and get out within ten seconds. Otherwise, let's see if you dare to kill me, or Dingke Media can kill you."

When she said this, there was no ups and downs in her voice, as if she was really not afraid of anything, and the man said in his heart.

Without receiving the response from the other party, Gu Nian nodded: "Ten, eight, six--"

"It's not about ten!"

"Oh, I hate odd numbers. Six, four—"

"...I'm going! Can't you go?!" The man finally couldn't bear the psychological pressure, and he rushed out the door with hatred.

"and many more."

The man with the sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks almost rushed to the door, and stopped again. He turned his head and stared at Gu Nian fiercely: "What's wrong!"

"Guarantee," the girl turned back, the mood in the deer's eyes was weak, and the voice was soft and tired, "I will never slander Mr. Luo Xiu again."

"Do you—do you know Luo Xiu?! You dare to die for him, right? You are really not afraid that I will kill you!"

Gu Nian was too lazy to talk, and shook her phone: "Four, two--"

"Okay! I promise! I won't say a word of him again!" The man almost gritted his teeth, he took a bitter look, turned his head and rushed out.

Gu Nian looked at the empty doorway, stayed dead for two seconds, and slowly put it back into the phone. She went to the door and picked up the sanitary tools to clean the mug that she had broken on the wall.

There was another person in the dressing room who came in with the talented man. The other person seemed to be shocked by Gu Nian's calm cleaning.

"You are really not afraid of Cui Wei's revenge on you?"

Gu Nian swept twice and looked up: "Are you talking to me?"

"Correct."

"Who is Cui Wei," Gu Nian said, "the one just now?"

"Ok……"

"Not afraid."

"why?"

"In my experience, verbal giants are basically dwarfs in action."

The corner of the girl's mouth curled, perhaps because this face was too deceptive (sexual xing), and the person couldn't tell whether it was a laugh or a mockery.

But he quickly understood.

Gu Nian bowed her head and swept the last piece of garbage in. At that moment, she carried the light behind her back, half of her face was hidden in the gloom, her expression blurred.

"Only timid and inferior cowards will hide in dark corners and attack others with vicious words...Because they can't reach them, they will also pull them down, dirty and ruin them."

The emotions in these words are heavy, not like talking about others. It's a pity that the person didn't notice it, just as Gu Nian was still doing Luo Xiu's injustice.

He hesitated, pretending to be relaxed: "It seems that screenwriter Gu has become a new fan of Luo Xiu?"

Gu Nian turned around unexpectedly: "Hey, do you know me?"

The other nodded.

Gu Nian: "Ah, that's terrible."

"?"

Gu Nian pointed to the doorway where there was no one, in an innocent tone: "I am not afraid of him retaliating against me, because I think you don't know me."

Field Service︰"……"

Gu Nian regretted: "I miscalculated."

Field Service︰"……"

The scene was silent for a long time, but he didn't give up on returning to the topic: "The screenwriter Gu took the risk to defend that Luo Xiu, do you like him?"

"?"

This somewhat abrupt question made Gu Nian stop her movements and raised her eyes to meet each other's eyes.

Then in that person's eyes, Gu Nian saw his unconcealed throbbing--the kind that the other party could invite her on a date next week as long as she dared to say a word.

Gu Nian:...This can't be done.

So Gu Nian did not hesitate, and sincerely said: "I love him."

The scene was dumbfounded: "Love?"

Gu Nian: "Yes, I hope he can become my first successor in the kind of love."

——If the law allows a 22-year-old adult female (sexual xing) to adopt a 24-year-old adult male (sexual xing).

As a representative of a normal person, Chang Wu apparently automatically translated this sentence into "I want to marry him." He lost his look and left. Before leaving, he did not forget the gentleman said: "I wish you the best."

"Thank you, I will work hard!"

"..."

Facing the empty dressing room, Gu Nian made a fist. Such a gentle, kind-hearted, innocent and lovely baby Goose, she must be able to influence him with her great maternal love!

Goose! Mom is here!

In the lounge.

Listening to the last girl leaving with the tune of "Only Mother Is Good", the little assistant tried hard to hold back her smile and looked back.

"Brother Luo, I said that this little screenwriter really wanted to submerge you, don't you believe it-did you hear this this time? She thought she wanted to enter the same account book with you."

Luo Xiu raised his eyes, the gold chain of the glasses hung on the side of his neck, the cold white skin (color) was lined with the light gold (color), swaying with a cold texture.

He leaned on the sofa from start to finish, and he hadn't moved when the situation was most urgent outside, as if he didn't care about whether the girl who stood up for him would be in danger.

——It is so cold that the assistants who are familiar with his true temperament (sexual sex) are a little bit emotional.

"Although this little girl is mostly interested in seeing you, but listening to her affectionate confession and protecting you without fear of hardship, you have nothing..." The little assistant stretched out his hand to show his heart, "The feeling of touching?"

Luo Xiu smiled faintly: "Have you touched?"

The assistant patted (chest xiong): "If there is such a beautiful girl who is willing to stand up for me, then I will recognize her even if she wants to dive into me!"

Luo Xiu raised his jaw slightly, smiling but not smiling: "Then you go and recognize it."

"Huh? Shall I go? Isn't this inappropriate?" The little assistant was eagerly embarrassed, "After all, it is you who likes--"

Following the voice, the assistant's eyes fell on the man in front of the sofa.

Sitting leaning inside, the man casually tilted his long legs, raised his eyes slowly after hearing the words, and looked at him with a gentle smile on his lips.

In the depths of the eyes, there seemed to be a piece of dirt that couldn't be removed.

The little assistant shuddered.

He straightened his waist for a second, only to salute, with a solemn expression: "No, I can't go! This is not appropriate! People like you, how can I go!"

"Really not going?"

"No no no no no no!" The little assistant shook his head frantically under the (强qiang) desire to survive.

It was not until this topic was over and the scared three souls and seven souls returned to the body, the little assistant mobilized his stiff brain to slowly react:

strange.

Did he just see signs of possessiveness in his boss?

Soon after this idea came up, the little assistant looked suspiciously at the man on the sofa and cautiously said: "Brother Luo, I heard that recently many people in the crew are madly courting the screenwriter Zhuo."

"Ok."

The man didn't lift his eyes, so he responded.

The little assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, this kind of thinking is too horrible and too outrageous: this is his boss, and the woman (off tuo) may not put her eyelids when she rushes up. Therefore, he was once suspected of being an incompetent man. Do suitors have something like possessiveness?

•

After dinner time, the staff returned to the crew one after another and began to prepare for the night shooting.

Gu Nian has been staring at the entrance of the studio, waiting for her baby Goose to do assault work of "grinding the gun before the test".

Midway, she was called by Geng Hongyu for questioning, and when she came back, she found that her baby Goose had already made up and was waiting in the shooting preparation area.

Gu Nian was confused: Is this the makeup artist too fast, or did she miss the admission of her baby goose before?

But not thinking too long, Gu Nian happily flew to her baby goose holding the script.

When he got to the front, Gu Nian was still not dazzled by his mother's love, so he stopped and asked: "Mr. Luo Xiu, good evening."

"..."

Luo Xiu looked back.

Because he has done his makeup and hair styling, Luo Xiu has taken off the gold-framed glasses he always wears, and those dark brown (colored) eyes stare at her unobstructed, as if there is something deeply hidden. The meaning.

Gu Nian waited for two seconds without waiting for a response. She raised her head and looked at Luo Xiu. Then she suddenly said, "Did Mr. Luo Xiu take off his glasses and can't see clearly?"

Gu Nian leaned forward very kindly: "I'm Gu Nian from the screenwriting team."

Luo Xiu lowered his eyes: "I can tell, Miss Gu."

"Huh? Can you recognize my voice?"

Luo Xiu: "Yeah."

Gu Nian tears his eyes.

As expected of her good goose, she has only become so familiar with her mother not long after she met. This must be the legendary mother-child connection.

"Miss Gu has something to do with me?" Luo Xiu asked.

Gu Nian returned to God: "I wanted to ask how you are doing tonight? You will be shooting later, are you nervous?"

"..."

Negation stopped before the exit.

Luo Xiu's eyes were half drooping, and the eyes under his eyelids were slightly emotional. In a certain second, he seemed to have made a decision. The corners of his thin lips were bent slightly and flattened after a while.

Silent = default.

Gu Nian, who didn’t wait for Goose’s answer, immediately felt distressed: “Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, your progress in the past few days has been very, very obvious!"

"Is it."

"Of course it is, really, am I going to lie to you?" Gu Nian held on to his dying conscience, "As long as you believe in yourself, then you can definitely behave well tonight!"

"Miss Gu believes me so?"

"Ok!"

"why?"

"Of course because you are my son—"

The voice stopped abruptly.

The almost deceived old mother was alert and swished back to normal.

Luo Xiu never let her go: "What did you just say?"

"I said, because you are my son, son..."

Gu Nianji Zhongshengzhi: "A childhood dream!"

Luo Xiu: "..."

Luo Xiu: "?"

If you say something, you have to carry the water thrown out by yourself.

Gu Nian (强qiang) looks at Luo Xiu as innocent.

Luo Xiu smiled and looked down: "I was your childhood dream, how old is Miss Gu this year?"

Gu Nian's eyes: "Three, three and a half years old?"

Luo Xiu: "Miss Gu means, I am your dream now?"

Gu Nian was startled.

After returning to her senses, her eyes shone brightly and she nodded quickly: "Yes, that's it!-Mr. Luo Xiu is my dream! It will never change!"

"..."

Luo Xiu froze.

His drooping eyelashes quivered, and he almost instinctively raised his eyes to look at her. But he held back it, because he knew that his emotional changes in this moment were not concealed at all, nor could it be concealed.

He didn't understand how there could be such a person, or how she could easily say such things. It's as if the sincerity in the tone and the emotions in the eyes are all not fake, not a lie.

It's as if she really... loves him deeply?

That vocabulary that was too unfamiliar to Luo Xiu was like a stone that fell into a lake that had been leveled by a Buddhist temple for a thousand years. It sank to the bottom with a plop, but it shook ripples in circles.

The lake surface is alive, the fallen leaves are alive, the old trees by the lake are alive, and the entire dusty temple slowly wakes up.

Luo Xiu raised his eyes.

"Brother Luo!"

Suddenly (inserting cha) interrupted everything.

Gu Nian straightened up and saw the little assistant running over. The other party obviously saw her too, and hesitantly stopped when he wanted to speak.

Gu Nian understood, turned back and said to Luo Xiu: "Then I won't bother you-there is still some time before your shots, you remember to rest, you need to recharge to make a good movie!"

After speaking, Gu Nian nodded to the assistant, turned and left.

After she left a certain distance, the little assistant stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Brother Luo, did she do nothing to you?"

"doing what."

"For example, things like using your hands and taking advantage?"

"..."

Luo Xiu had already calmed down and raised his eyes when he heard the words, and looked at the assistant with a smile.

The little assistant quickly explained: "I'm also worried about your safety. Didn't you hear her telling the clerk to work hard in the evening? I think she will definitely take action."

Luo Xiu dropped his gaze back, "Speaking of business."

"Ah? Business? What's-oh," the little assistant patted his forehead and said distressedly, "I was just about to tell you the bad news. The books you want are all loaded on the car, but the car is here tonight. On the way into the mountain, the engine broke down."

"and so?"

"Yes, I guess, tomorrow..."

Luo Xiu raised his eyes with a gentle voice: "Then what shall I do tonight."

The little assistant was scared off by this "gentleness", and carefully lifted it out of the bag: "I brought you something to pass the time, this."

A brown (color) notebook is lying in the hands of the assistant. Luo Xiu also knew it.

"Blind Branch Goose Daily".

Seeing that Luo Xiu was silent, the little assistant replayed angrily: "I'll try, since you don't like it, then I will find something else for you. "Huainanzi" is probably not easy to find, "Tao De Jing" and "South China Jing" "Maybe I can find two more copies."

"Forget it."

"Huh?" The little assistant looked up blankly.

Luo Xiu stretched out his hand, with long and distinct knuckles. He gestured to the little assistant's arms: "Book, give it to me."

"Oh oh." The little assistant hurriedly withdrew and put it into Luo Xiu's palm.

Luo Xiu took it, then opened his hand and asked: "When does the shooting start?"

"I just asked, it is estimated that there will be at least two hours before your shot."

"Call me when it's time."

"Ok!"

"..."

Gu Nian had been racking his brains all night, thinking about how to save the terrible acting problem of her baby Goose.

After brainstorming for half an hour, she really figured out the way.

"Make-up?" The makeup artist frowned, "Isn't the makeup already done? Besides, Luo Xiu doesn't need much makeup on that face."

Gu Nian: "It's not about face value, but about expressiveness. I wonder if you can use makeup to show the signs of the ecstasy of a beautiful girl?"

The makeup artist knew: "You're afraid that Luo Xiu won't be able to perform, so you can make up for it, right?"

Gu Nian wanted to deny it instinctively, but in the end she could only nodded with tears: "This is also to reduce our workload. If you repeat it, it will be troublesome for you to touch up makeup."

"That's true, then you can talk about your thoughts."

"That's it..."

Gu Nian exhausted his tongue and finally reached an agreement with the makeup artist. Unfortunately, she failed to accept the results, so she was called for questioning by the director team.

When she finally came out of the director group, Gu Nian was so sleepy that she yawned, and she just wanted to find a corner cat to go in (sleeping Shui). But considering that waiting was the "life and death battle" of the baby goose, Gu Nian had to walk towards Luo Xiu's corner with tears in his eyes.

Because it was shooting at night, the actors and shift workers went to rest. Luo Xiu was the most remote and quiet corner. When Gu Nian arrived, almost no one passed by.

The assistant is not there either. Luo Xiu leaned in the recliner alone, the shadow motionless, as if (sleeping Shui) had passed.

Gu Nian's yawn halfway through was quickly covered by herself, and tears were shining. She stepped lightly and tiptoed to the front of the chair.

Sure enough, the man in the reclining chair was quietly closing his eyes. The slender eyelashes are curled up a little bit, (gou) draws full eyeliner, the bridge of the nose is high, and a faint shadow casts on the side, (thin bao) lips are lightly made-up, which looks pale and sickly The impulsive idea of ​​people wanting to dye red.

Gu Nian held her breath.

Luo Xiu has put on new makeup and still has long hair like crow feathers, but a lock of silvery white (color) hung from the corner of his forehead, mixed in the black, very catching people.

And in the center of his forehead, a blooming Euphorbia came out. Different from the sacred gold used in Buddhism, this flower is blood red (color), and it looks cold and coquettish against his cold white skin (color).

Gu Nian covered her mouth with her other hand.

Oh, baby, goose is too suitable for this makeup, right? The old mother is so heartbroken t^t

If the geese are not hot, the law of heaven cannot be tolerated!

Gu Nian spent eighteen laps breaststroke in the ocean of maternal love before finally regaining her sanity.

At the first second of her sanity return, she found that her baby Goose (Shui Shui) had passed, but she did not cover her blanket.

This can't work!

Even in summer, there is a big temperature difference between day and night in the mountains, what should I do if the baby goose catches a cold!

Gu Nian ran to the back row, pulled out the long coat she had brought from her bag, came back as soon as possible, and carefully put on the baby goose.

With her height of one meter six, it is obvious that even if the coat is mopping the floor, Luo Xiu's body cannot be covered.

In the mixed mood of "Goose is so tall" and "Mother is not worthy", Gu Nian carefully pulled down the corner of Luo Xiu's clothes.

And the moment Gu Nian got up, she happened to catch a glimpse of Luo Xiu's right leg, next to the inside of the reclining chair, and placed a very familiar...

Brown (color) soft bag.

Gu Nian was sluggish for a few seconds.

support! Goose! day! often!

Oh mum, here is my rescue! !

With a heartbeat that was as tense as a drum, Gu Nian stood by the chair, silently holding on to the armrest, leaning back as a fulcrum, and extending his sinful hand toward the notebook hiding inside.

She is attentive.

Fingertips are getting closer and closer to the notebook.

Just when I was about to (touch Mo) the last centimeter of the edge of the book, I was already close at hand, and my breath became hot.

"Miss Gu."

"!!!?"

Gu Nian was frightened, the left hand of the support point slipped, and the right hand subconsciously pushed down.

Snapped.

Gu Nian missed her "Raising Goose", but did not miss her goose——

Her thin white, small but very thoughtful claw was firmly pressed against the thigh of her baby goose.

In order to determine where it fell, it subconsciously touched Mo twice.

Gu Nian:...... Claw, you are committing (Fan) crime, do you know tt

Gu Nian looked up in despair.

"I can solve..."

Gu Nian stagnated when facing the face close at hand.

Luo Xiu laughed at some point.

With a low-pitched voice that was awakened, after removing the cover of the glasses, the dark brown (color) eyes revealed a nearly black (gou) human (color) luster.

He leaned forward.

With a lock of strange white, long black hair fell from his shoulders, and the blood-red plum blossoms on his forehead seemed to have come alive, dyeing his cold eyebrows, pulling out of the incomprehensible holy Buddha (sexual xing) There is a hint of surprise (yan yan) coquettish.

His weak white (thin bao) lips lightly stumble.

It's a smirk and not, just like that devilish Buddhist altar flower-

"Where do you want to... (touch Mo)."