Director of a Suspense Film

In a huge apartment, the air suddenly became quiet.

Seeing that Yu Chenxue didn't speak, Zong Qi completely panicked.

He stood there, only to feel that his whole brain suddenly shut down.

Immediately afterwards, a scalding heat spread over his face, and he didn't need to look at Zong Qi to know that his face must be as red as the sunset.

"This, this, I, I really didn't think about it at the time."

He spoke with a trembling voice, stuttered, and tried his best to figure out how to refuse without making Professor Yu feel unhappy.

Zong Qi agreed before, because he really didn't expect to be a model and need to take off his clothes. He really always thought that a model would simply sit there and pose.

Yu Chenxue looked at him wishing he could go underground, his azure blue pupils were full of smiles, but deliberately pretended to be sad: "Is Xiao Qi unwilling?"

Seeing Professor Yu's sad expression, Zong Qi felt that the balance in his heart began to tilt again. After all, he was the one who agreed to the film in the first place. He was the one who forcibly pulled him into making the movie. He was the one who cut out so many scenes and made people take the blame. Thinking about it, he felt very guilty.

But letting him go naked...it's too shameful to do it.

So Zong Qi could only struggle desperately: "I,? Can I take off my upper body?"

The smile in Yu Chenxue's eyes grew stronger, but she pretended to lower her pupils and kept silent.

Zong Qi panicked all of a sudden, wanting to cry but no tears.

Ever since he was a child, he has never exposed his **** in front of others except that his grandfather carried a big tub outside to take a bath when he was a child.

Just when he was even about to say anyway,? At least let him wear a pair of underwear. Yu Chenxue finally spoke.

"Okay, no more teasing you. The clothes are ready in the bathroom, go try to see if they fit you."

The black-haired young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the smiling face of the psychology professor in front of him, what else did he not understand.

He choked out such a sentence and said angrily: "You lied to me!"

"sorry Sorry."

Yu Chenxue smiled and raised her hands in a gesture of surrender: "Because Xiao Qi is so cute, I can't help being bullied."

The anger that had just risen in Zong Qi's heart was extinguished in an instant.

He hadn't been praised for being cute yet, he just felt hot all over, and he didn't realize for a while what was wrong with a man praising another man for being cute. After hastily snorting, he turned his head and ran away, ignoring the deep laughter coming from behind him.

The professor of psychology watched his disappearing back, and did not remind him that it was not the way to the bathroom.

This was the first attempt to cross the border, and obviously, the opponent did not reject it.

Yu Chenxue casually picked up the unopened paint jar, recalled the other party's expression just now, and turned her palm slightly.

Regarding the idea of ​​how to close the relationship before, he thought, he finally had an idea.

 …

On the other side, Zong Qi ran out wearing slippers, only to realize that something was wrong around him halfway through the run.

He seems to have gone in the wrong place, and ran into a wide corridor.

The corridor was quiet, only the floor was colored, everything else was pure white.

Is this the bathroom?

Zong Qi was a little skeptical.

But now he was embarrassed and couldn't go back, so he had to keep going.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent corridor, and when they reached the door at the end, the black-haired young man hesitated for a moment, but pushed the door open.

What came into view was a huge bedroom.

There is nothing else around, except for the floor-to-ceiling wardrobe, there is only a bed that occupies most of the space, covered with pure white sheets, it looks very cold and lifeless.

Wrong way. Wrong way.

Zong Qi quickly closed the door, walked in the opposite direction, made a big circle, and opened another door. The moment the door was opened, the induction lights inside the door came on, and neat bookshelves were placed in the room, with heavy books arranged in alphabetical order on them.

wrong again.

Zong Qi opened the third door.

The door leads to the side hall on the other side of the second floor. In addition to the same large French windows, the wall is full of classical exhibition cabinets filled with vinyl records, and a white Steinway grand piano is placed beside it.

Zong Qi felt that it was a very wise choice for him to prevent Xiao Hong from jumping on the ceiling with other ghosts. Even if the strings of this piano are broken, it is the kind that you can't afford to sell him at this stage.

The black-haired young man stopped and went, dawdling around in a big circle, and finally found the location of the bathroom.

If I have to say it, the apartments are actually about the same size, but the top floor covers the top floors of the two apartments, and the area becomes multiplied by two. So Zong Qi's apartment has only one large living room connected with floor-to-ceiling windows on the second and first floors, while Yu Chenxue's apartment has two on each floor.

Fortunately, the bathroom does not have floor-to-ceiling windows.

Zong Qi closed the door, and at a glance, he saw all kinds of cleaning supplies neatly placed on the sink, as well as the paper placed on the side, with vigorous and long writing on it.

[You can take a bath or take a bath, hang your clothes in the closet, remember not to rub your hair]

Zong Qi: "..."

He picked up the note and threw it aside, then turned his head, staring at the bathtub that occupied most of the bathroom as if he was facing a big enemy.

This bathtub is very big, and the inside is deep enough. Zong Qi thought that if he filled it with water, he might be able to simulate swimming in it.

When he thought that Yu Chenxue also used this bathtub, he felt something was wrong all over, so he silently went to the side of the shower room to adjust the hot water.

Fortunately, the facilities in the shower room are also very complete. Unopened shower gel and shampoo are placed aside, and the different directions of hot and cold water are marked on the black wall.

"Sometimes I really feel that Professor Yu's apartment is no different from a high-end hotel."

Zong Qi muttered, unpacked the new bath towel, picked it up and walked in.

Although the whole apartment lacked some practical furniture such as a sofa and TV, it was not lacking in facilities. There were even a lot of expensive things, but it just lacked some popularity.

Just the right amount of hot water dripped from under the unkempt head, washing the black-haired youth's whole body.

"However...if you have to think that way, Professor Yu usually looks quite otherworldly."

Of course, it's only limited to looks. Thinking of the other side shown by the other party in the ghost building, Zong Qi felt a little weak in his legs.

He was actually very curious why Professor Yu, who seemed to have such a good temper, would hook up with the only S-level actor. Including how the other party's deduction ability far surpassed everyone's that he showed from the very beginning in "Ghost Building".

But everyone has their own unknown side, Zong Qi will not want to explore anything. After all, even he, who looks innocent and kind on the surface, is actually the man behind the scenes manipulating the world in private.

This evaluation is what he saw in the actor forum.

I don't know what happened, but because of the release of two movies and his mysterious identity, now director Q has become the public enemy of the whole world.

Including after the release of the ghost building, there were posts speculating whether he was going to bind the horror movie actor system to all human beings. Later, it was discovered that ordinary people hadn’t been kidnapped on a large scale after watching the movie like last time, so they began to conspiratorially guess whether the director planned to screen.

Zong Qi: "..."

It is to the extent that he will feel speechless after reading it.

There is one thing to say, the binding actor system must be edited by the system.

As we all know, the director is the undisputed leader in the entire shooting location, and with the authority to independently shoot and sign contracts with ghosts, it is no exaggeration to say that he can control the life and death of actors.

If the director system is bound by another person, the world may be in chaos, and a model of relying on the director system to reach the top of the world will be adopted.

But who is Zong Qi? Five Good Youths of the 21st Century. To make a movie, you have to consider the safety of the actors, to be the top of the world? That's unlikely, and it's more reliable to hand it over to the state.

Really wronged, obviously serious about safeguarding world peace, but was mistaken for the mastermind behind the scenes.

He is so poor that he can't even get the box office money! ! If he had been a little bit more black-hearted, he would have arrested the actor to pay the protection fee before the first act of the movie started. Isn't that enough to prove his innocence?

The more Zong Qi thought about it, the more angry he became, and turned off the hot water.

He has never used this kind of shower gel. It has rich foam but doesn't smell at all after rinsing it off. The black-haired young man wrapped his head in a towel, stepped out of the shower room naked, and opened the closet beside him.

The closet lights turned on automatically, and there was a brand new white shirt wrapped in a dust bag hanging inside.

"Is this shirt the artist's same style...it seems to be true."

Zong Qi took out the shirt and found that it was obviously a plus size. Obviously he is not short, but after putting it on him, he looks a lot shorter.

After getting dressed, he found a problem.

— There are no pants for him in the closet.

In the clothes basket underneath lay a box of brand new unopened men's underwear.

Zong Qi took a look, and stiffly found that the **** were exactly the same size as him.

It should be a coincidence.

Now that I have taken a shower, I can't put back on my previous underwear.

"I knew I was going to take a shower, so I brought my clothes from downstairs."

He scratched his head in embarrassment, but finally decided to change into the new underwear from the basket.

Then, Zong Qi picked up the trousers he had worn earlier, untied the bath towel on his head, and walked back to the studio wearing slippers.

Yu Chenxue leaned against the wall with a displeased expression, as if she was sending a message to someone.

Hearing the voice, the professor of psychology raised his head, and casually smashed and deleted the message sent by the comment "Stupid old man with malicious intentions".

"It's very suitable for you." He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "But Xiao Qi, don't you think these pants don't match well with the clothes?"

It's not just that they don't match well.

Zong Qi is wearing a pair of cropped trousers, which is a proper street sports style. The shirt is a large white shirt with unbuttoned cuffs and a large area of ​​air around the hem, which is quite a bit of Yohji Yamamoto's minimalist and decadent design style.

Zong Qi bit the bullet and pretended to be stupid: "Really? Hahahaha, I think it's okay."

Yu Chenxue sighed, and suddenly walked straight towards him.

The black-haired young man couldn't help but took a step back, with a vigilant expression on his face, "What are you going to do?"

The professor of psychology said gently: "This pair of trousers that don't match the aesthetics is really an eyesore. If Xiaoqi is shy, I can help you take them off."

Zong Qi's scalp was numb.

Recalling Professor Yu's force value, he jumped up immediately: "I will do it myself!"

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