- The taste of fried noodles is better than imagined, the noodles are strong, soft but not rotten, just a little bit salty, but the taste is still very good.
- Cheng Jinheng was really hungry. A plate of fried noodles was only about the size of two bowls. He finished it in three or two strokes. Although the eating appearance was not rude, it was definitely not elegant.
- After eating the fried noodles, he pulled a tissue to wipe the oil stains from the corners of his mouth. After clearing the table, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
- When he came out after brushing his teeth, Han Zinc was already lying down.
- "Just fell asleep?" Cheng Jinheng raised his eyebrows and asked aloud.
- "Hmm." Han Zinc turned his back to Cheng Jinheng, closed his eyes, and responded lightly.
- In fact, he is not sleepy at the moment, but he doesn't know what to do if he doesn't sleep at this point, and he has to drive tomorrow, so he should go to bed earlier.
- Cheng Jinheng thought he was sleepy, so he didn't say anything more. And he was a little sleepy himself, after all, he drove all afternoon in the car.
- He walked to the window and drew the slightly open curtains, then went back to bed, turned off the light, and lay down too.
- The quilt in the hotel is a bit thin, but fortunately there is heating in the room, but it will not feel cold.
- Cheng Jinheng lay facing Han Zinc. With his eyes open, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, but he could clearly hear the breathing of another person.
- Even the air seemed to be filled with the smell of another person's body, this feeling... a little sweet, a little warm.
- Cheng Jinheng curled his lips, smiled silently, and then closed his eyes. Probably really tired, after a while, a even breathing sound sounded in the darkness.
- Han Zinc closed his eyes, but he didn't feel sleepy. He was usually used to going to bed late, and he took a nap in the car in the afternoon, so at this point, he really couldn't sleep.
- Hearing the sound of the man breathing evenly behind him, Han Zinc always felt a little strange. Obviously, he had slept in the same room and bed with his roommate in high school and college, but tonight, for some reason, there was suddenly more people around him, and he felt a little weird.
- Han Zinc turned over gently, trying to get rid of that weird feeling and forcing himself to fall asleep. But after a while, there was still no sleepiness at all.
- I don't know what I'm thinking in my head, and I don't seem to be thinking about anything. I feel that the rhythm of insomnia tonight, in the final analysis, is because there are more people around me.
- Speaking of which, in the years since he entered this industry, there have been so many people around him, but he has no real friends.
- And in the past few years, he has brought out a lot of artists, but whether it is famous or not, the relationship between him and them is only the relationship between the agent and the artist.
- To be honest, among the artists he has brought in this industry so far, only Lin Cheng is the most worry-free. And since he met Lin Cheng, the way he gets along with Lin Cheng is different from other artists.
- He could feel that Lin Cheng had never seen him as an agent. And the feeling Lin Cheng gave him made him unable to treat him like other artists.
- In fact, sometimes he was also very puzzled, because Lin Cheng's personality did not match his age. He was obviously only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, but he was unexpectedly calm and calm when dealing with people and acting in a style.
- Although sometimes he is a little cute, he just can't see him as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
- Especially after getting along for a long time, he became more and more accustomed to ignoring Lin Cheng's age, and there was always an illusion that he and himself were the same age.
- Han Zinc thought in a daze, and unknowingly fell asleep.
- The next morning, both of them were woken up by the alarm clock. Han Zinc opened his sleepy eyes, and his consciousness was still a little sluggish.
- "Awake?" Until the man's low and slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears, Han Zinc was startled, and the next second, he suddenly froze, and his consciousness was completely awake.