Huayu: Starting from an Unemployed Male Model

Wei Jun's room was in a mess.

A black silk nightgown, a red bra, underwear, socks, a shirt... were scattered throughout the room.

The air was filled with the smells of essential oils, sweat, and well water...

When Wei Jun returned from his shower, he saw Xu Lingyue, her hair disheveled, exhausted and panting, her face flushed like a peach, her hair, her fair body, and the sheets soaked with sweat from her workout.

Wei Jun frowned; he figured there wouldn't be a bed to sleep in that night.

When Xu Lingyue came over for a massage, he initially wanted to refuse, but looking at her sexy outfit, he hesitated—since he was already there, he might as well have some.

Apply essential oil and begin massaging.

As they pressed, a thunderbolt struck, igniting a fierce battle.

Half an hour later, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

"Get up and go back to your room. I need to clean up; it's filthy." Wei Jun rudely shooed the woman away.

"I'm exhausted. Let me lie down for a while. The fields haven't been plowed in a long time. I just finished, and I'm completely drained." Xu Lingyue stuck out her tongue.

"Then after you've rested, help me change the sheets, otherwise I won't have anywhere to rest tonight." Wei Jun sighed helplessly, and decided not to kick her out.

"Okay, you jerk." Xu Lingyue closed her eyes, savoring the battle she had just fought.

Wei Jun took a tissue and walked over to the sofa, wiped his face. Luckily, there was no sweat or anything. He casually threw the tissue into the trash can and then curled up on the sofa.

He took out his phone, opened the notes app, and started writing lyrics.

People with plenty of energy have good memories, and Wei Jun slowly wrote out the lyrics completely.

"Ding ding," I received several messages.

Rich Woman #1 Xu Lu: [Transfer 6666]

Wei Jun received it immediately upon seeing it.

Rich Woman #1 Xu Lu: [What is Junbao doing?]

Handsome Wei: [Playing on his phone in bed, eating plain water]

My heart is cold.

My mind is blank.

If only you were here.

If you were here, I could play with you.

Rich Woman #1 Xu Lu: [You've hooked me up!]

"Shall I come visit you on set?"

Wei Jun paused for a moment. He was just talking nonsense and didn't really want her to come. He made excuses like being busy with filming and rushing to meet deadlines, saying he would come to see her again when he got back to Shanghai.

After exchanging a few words, Li Lin also sent a message asking what Wei Jun was doing.

Wei Jun was too lazy to type, so he simply copied what he had just said to Xu Lu.

Li Qin sent a "I miss you" emoji.

Wei Jun chatted with the two women while writing lyrics.

......

"Cut! Naza, what are you doing? You're even spacing out while acting." Director Chung said with displeasure.

Naza quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, director, I'm not in good shape. We can definitely do another take."

"Alright, take a ten-minute break. Don't mess up later," the director waved his hand and shouted into the microphone, "Film Lu Han's scenes first."

Naza walked back to the rest area in a daze, sat on a small stool, and fanned his face with his hand to clear his mind and stop thinking about what happened last night.

"Here you go." Wei Jun unscrewed a bottle of water and handed it to Na Zha.

"Thank you." Naza was about to take it, but when she saw it was Wei Jun, she pulled her hand back. "I don't want your water."

"You got yelled at by the director, so you're coming to me to take it out on you?" Wei Jun wasn't going to put up with her. He just drank the water in his hand. "Take it or leave it."

Naza stomped her feet in anger: "What were those two doing in the room last night?"

Wei Jun suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. We definitely can't admit it now."

"I didn't do anything. Xu Lingyue got injured while being suspended by wires. I had some medicated oil in my room, so I just gave it to her."

"Nonsense, do you think I'm stupid?" Naza crossed his arms, his face serious. "I heard the sounds last night."

"What's that sound?" Wei Jun's eyes widened. Was the room poorly soundproofed?

It's not that bad, I've tested it myself, unless someone is eavesdropping in the room.

"That kind of sound."

"That kind of voice," Wei Jun stubbornly denied.

"I heard Xu Lingyue calling out, moaning." Naza glared at Wei Jun. "Tell me, were you two having sex?"

"So that's how it is," Wei Jun said, squatting down in front of the zai. "Listen to me first."

"I won't listen, I won't listen," Naza covered her ears and shook her head.

Wei Jun pushed the hand away from the wound and said matter-of-factly, "I helped her apply the ointment. Believe it or not, we're innocent."

"I've always considered you my best friend. I tell you everything, I buy you delicious food, and I let you play with fun things."

"Now you're actually slandering me; this is an insult to my character."

"I know you saw me hanging around Lingyue the other day and thought I was pursuing her and therefore ignoring you, but you were wrong."

"The director told me to interact with her more to create a sense of familiarity, which would be good for filming and the plot, since we're a couple in the drama..."

Wei Jun brought up the director and said a lot in one breath. Then he shook off Na Zha's hand, stood up, and pretended to leave.

At this time, you must not back down or lose heart.

Naza was taken aback. Seeing Wei Jun's confident and unashamed demeanor, she wondered if she had wronged him.

Last night, I only heard Xu Lingyue say that she was going to his room, but I didn't know exactly what she was going to do. Maybe she really was going to get some medicated oil and then help me apply it.

should be.

Besides, who is she anyway? She's not Wei Jun's girlfriend, so why should she care what he does at night?

I do have a boyfriend, though he's not as handsome as Wei Jun, not as romantic, not as funny, not as fit, not as...

Huh, does Wei Jun have so many more advantages than my boyfriend?

Naza's feelings at this moment were extremely complicated.

"I'm sorry," Naza apologized softly.

"What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you." Wei Jun's lips curled up 15 degrees.

Naza looked around and, finding no one else in the rest area, dared to speak loudly: "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

I shouldn't have doubted you, and I shouldn't have been angry with you.

"Will this continue in the future?"

"No more," Naza said, pouting.

"Come to my room tonight and see my technique," Wei Jun said, getting straight to the point.

"what?"

"What do you mean 'oh'? Remember to come." Wei Jun said, then ignored her and went straight to filming in Group B.

night.

Wei Jun was lying on the sofa wearing a bathrobe.

"Ding-dong."

Open the door.

Wearing a baseball cap, hot pants, and a loose white T-shirt, Naza quickly entered.

Wei Jun teased, "Oh, it's just a massage, why are you being so sneaky? It's like you're doing something shameful."

Naza glared at him fiercely, then walked to the bedside and sat down: "My shoulders are sore. I heard you're good at massage, so let's give it a try."

Wei Jun was secretly delighted; it seemed he could get the entry tonight.

"Then come over here." Wei Jun walked to the desk, put the items on it into the corner one by one, took a felt mat and spread it on the desk, then patted the desk with the felt mat.

The woman blushed and walked over, bowing her head to ask, "Does this one need to take off her clothes?"

Wei Jun reached out and flicked her forehead: "What are you thinking about? Just a normal massage."

Upon hearing this, Naza breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little disappointed.

Wei Jun handed over a white pillow, which Nazha took, placed on the desk, took off his hat, put the hat and his phone next to his ear, and lay down on it.

At this moment, Naza closed her eyes, crossed her long, fair legs, and her body trembled slightly.

"Relax, don't be nervous, it's very comfortable." Wei Jun's voice was gentle and charming.