Mr. Qin is always serious

This was probably the heaviest kiss Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen have had since they were together.

Different from the previous superficial kiss, this kiss was full of moisture, warm and lingering, even with a bit of greed, it burned people's hearts in an instant.

Wen Lang's eyelashes trembled.

It was the first time he had seen Qin Jingshen like this. In his eyes, the latter had always been elegant and calm. He had never been so domineering and possessive, hot and dangerous, and extremely sexy.

After the kiss was over, Wen Lang's breathing was a little rough, and he raised his eyes to look at Qin Jingshen, his eyes were slightly red.

Qin Jingshen rubbed his fingers at the end of his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Do you want to continue skating?"

The little animals who were running wild next to them came over at some point, squatting beside them and tilting their heads to look at them curiously.

Wen Lang turned his eyes away, his ears blushed: "No, I, we... go back."

The two turned around and went back to the upper dressing room, but the three plush balls did not follow them in, and continued to have fun in the snow.

Wen Lang closed the door with his backhand, the redness at the end of his eyes hadn't completely dissipated, he raised his eyes and looked at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, you..."

His throat moved, and he was silent for a few seconds before he said the following words: "Do you want to continue?"

Qin Jingshen's eyes darkened in an instant, and he lowered his head to meet Wen Lang's eyes. Without saying a word, he once again met his lips and teeth.

The kiss was still warm, like a storm. Wen Lang leaned against the door, and soon felt his legs were a little weak, and kept sliding down.

He hurriedly grabbed Qin Jingshen's sleeve, and almost at the same time, Qin Jingshen wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him heavily into his arms.

The two of them stuck together even tighter.

It was the first time in Wen Lang's life that he experienced such a kiss. His heart was pounding in his chest, showing no sign of stopping.

His breathing was also completely messed up, and he gradually had the illusion that he was about to suffocate. Qin Jingshen noticed that he moved away a little bit, with the tip of his nose against his, and softly called his name: "Wen Lang."

The voice is hoarse, hot, sexy and provocative in the surrounding silence.

Wen Lang's heart trembled again: "Huh?"

Qin Jingshen stared at him carefully for a long time, then laughed in a low voice: "That's great."

Two words, but the meaning contained in it is too deep and complicated.

Looking at him, Wen Lang felt for a moment that Qin Jingshen was not actually standing in front of him, but was standing close to his heart, holding his heart carefully and putting it into the warm water, staring carefully and taking care of it. , every movement is extremely soft.

Wen Lang followed him with a slight smile, hugged Qin Jingshen's waist with his backhand, buried his face in the crook of his neck with an absolutely dependent attitude, and hummed softly.

The two of them hugged each other in this quiet space, until the little animals outside couldn't help but began to scratch the door with their paws, and then slowly let go of their hands.

The sound of scratching outside the door still didn't stop, and the loud voice sounded like Demacia.

Wen Lang looked at Qin Jingshen: "Mr. Qin, do you think we should beat Zhou Yanxiu's dog while Zhou Yanxiu is away?"

Qin Jingshen laughed in a low voice, and stroked his hair indulgently: "Yes."

Wen Lang sharpened his knife and turned towards Demacia, turned around and opened the door with a smile, and saw a large fluffy dog ​​squatting there with its ears folded pitifully, and when it saw Wen Lang, it let out a soft yelp , Eyes wet.

Confirmed eyes.

It's the dog scratching the door.

Wen Lang bent down and rubbed Demacia's head hard, reluctant to hit it, and lightly tapped on the tip of its nose with a force less than that of a dog.

Demacia was 1.2 meters tall, squatting there so big, but with a sensitive girlish heart, she lay down and buried her head between her paws, whimpering aggrievedly.

To be reasonable, it is more dramatic than egg yolk.

Wen Lang couldn't help laughing out loud, and before he spoke, the egg yolk over there was not happy, raised his claws and punched Demacia's head, and the two little animals were torn together again quickly, Wen Lang He and Qin Jingshen tore them apart one by one, looked at each other, and laughed together.

There is a lot of snow around, and the wind on the top of the mountain is also a bit cold.

But when the person in front of him entered his line of sight, his eyes and heart were full of warmth.

**

A few days after returning home from the ski resort, on Wednesday, Wen Lang was woken up by Song Li's phone call, ready to shoot a commercial.

He got up once before, but because he was too sleepy, he went back to sleep after having breakfast with Qin Jingshen. When he got up again, Qin Jingshen had already gone to work, and there was only him and four fluffy animals at home.

Egg yolk and orange treasures are small gluttonous.

There is also Demacia who is temporarily fostered by the irresponsible shit shovel officer.

Wen Lang got out of bed to wash up, and Song Li and Shu He happened to be downstairs after tidying up. He put on his coat and went down. A steamed stuffed bun gobbled it up.

Wen Lang walked over: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Li quickly swallowed the last bite of the bun, and chewed another piece of gum: "I got up late, and I didn't have time to eat, but the elderly can't bear it, so I can only make up for it."

Wen Lang was surprised: "You finally admitted that you are an old man."

"That's not true." Song Li looked at him, "Your underage cubs have started soaking goji berries in water. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me not to keep healthy?"

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang walked around him expressionlessly and opened the door to get into the car. The little hamster sat in the driver's seat and couldn't help secretly laughing.

Ah, my idol is still as cute today.

The little fan held his cheeks and thought with a smile.

45 minutes later, the car stopped in front of a building.

What Wen Lang is going to shoot this time is [Dawn]'s perfume advertisement. This brand is neutral, a century-old brand, and ranks among the top three perfume brands now.

They entered the agreed place, and there was already someone waiting there, the advertising creative director and chief photographer of [Dawn].

Photographer Wen Lang knew Xu Shanfeng. He had collaborated with him many times before. He is also a monster. He has cultivated for more than 300 years and was formed by a ray of wind in the mountains.

Free and easy, used to seeing thousands of mountains and rivers, it is indeed a good material for photography.

Wen Lang went over to shake hands with them. The creative director was very relieved of Xu Shanfeng, and after a few simple words, he let them play freely. Xu Shanfeng was probably used to [Dawn]'s style, so he led Wen Lang into the back room with a smile. shooting room.

The scene inside has been set up. Although it is an interior scene, it is not inferior to the exterior scene.

Xu Shanfeng adjusted the camera: "This time, I will take a promotional photo first, and the video will come later. The main advertisement is a contradictory style. It is said that it wants to combine absolute purity and absolute provocativeness. I have not been able to find a suitable person before, but After watching Huo Zheng's part, I think you are the most suitable."

Wen Lang was silent for a moment, pureness was fine, Huo Zheng was indeed such a person in his heart, but what does being provocative have to do with him?

Perhaps seeing his thoughts, Xu Shanfeng smiled: "A person like Huo Zheng, when he looks back, don't you think it makes people want to push him on the bed and cry?"

Wen Lang: "..."

Xu Shanfeng soon realized that the person he was facing was an ancient boss, and he couldn't be so presumptuous. He covered his lips and coughed dryly: "Today, we will shoot the absolutely pure part first. Have you brought a makeup artist?"

Wen Lang laughed: "I'm poor, I can't afford to hire an assistant, and it's Song Li's money to have an assistant."

Xu Shanfeng has been in the circle for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen this kind of cafe with only assistants when he goes out. He can't help but sigh: "Fortunately, I found Miss Tang Dai in advance. The dressing room is on the left, go boss."

Wen Lang went there to put on makeup and change clothes, and when he came out after a while, his whole feeling changed.

He was wearing a white shirt and simple black trousers, just like the folk singer he played in the graduation drama, and he seemed otherworldly from a distance.

Xu Shanfeng knew that Wen Lang's temperament could definitely support an absolutely pure feeling, but he didn't expect it to be so good, so he was a little surprised: "Well, well, really good!"

Wen Lang walked over: "How do you plan to shoot?"

Xu Shanfeng has already thought about this point: "Try to look back first? See if it feels right."

"to make."

Wen Lang responded, walked to the set area to feel good, and turned his head to look at the camera.

Xu Shanfeng took a few photos of him and frowned: "It doesn't feel right...have you ever been in a relationship?"

Wen Lang asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Perfume has romantic elements after all. I think there should be a strong dependence and love in absolute purity. Do you understand this feeling?"

Wen Lang was very understanding: "Understood, let's try again."

Xu Shanfeng felt that it was peace of mind to cooperate with reliable people, so he snapped his fingers: "Come."

Wen Lang walked back again, his movements still unchanged, but the moment he turned his head, he began to think about Qin Jingshen. There were two images that he thought of the most, one was the reddish tips of Qin Jingshen's ears when he confessed to him in the studio that day, The second is the last time we looked at each other and smiled in the snow.

How much I like it.

It is the kind of special pure, without any desire to like.

He smiled slowly, his eyes and the feeling of the whole person suddenly softened.

Xu Shanfeng was keenly aware of his changes, and was overjoyed. He picked up the camera and took a picture.

He took many pictures in a row, and the last frame of the camera was fixed on the right side of the set area. Wen Lang stood by the window and smiled with downcast eyes. The sun lightly shone on his face, so soft and clean that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

After pressing the shutter, Xu Shanfeng lowered his head and took a look. Even though he had seen so many people coming and going, he felt a little moved.

He looked at the photo and didn't speak for a long time.

Wen Lang looked up: "Are those okay?"

Only then did Xu Shanfeng come back to his senses: "OK!"

He is known for being quick, precise, ruthless, simple and rude when making commercials. He lowered his head and looked at the photos just now side by side, squinting his eyes in satisfaction: "These photos can be used for publicity with a little P, and I think the video part is also good." Steady, just add some plot to the state just now, absolutely no problem."

Wen Lang nodded: "Take a promotional picture first, or a video first?"

"Let's shoot the promotional pictures first. In fact, I haven't planned the video yet. You know me. Generally, I make video ideas based on the feeling of the promotional pictures." Xu Shanfeng said confidently, "Come, come, change clothes and put on makeup, let's have a sensuality .”

Gee.

Wen Lang hummed, and asked Tang Dai to change the makeup again. This time the makeup was much slower than before, but the effect was very good. At least Wen Lang himself felt that he was very attractive now.

Black clothes, the neckline is half covered, and half of the collarbone can be seen vaguely. If you look closely, you can see one or two tiny drops of water under the collarbone.

Wen Lang took a few glances, and suddenly had a bold idea deep in his heart. He hesitated for a while, asked Shuhe for his mobile phone, took a photo in front of the mirror, and quickly sent it to Qin Jingshen.

The message was sent successfully, and the next step is to wait anxiously.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Half a minute passed, and the other party at the top was typing, but it still didn't show up.

Is Mr. Qin busy?

Thinking so, Wen Lang looked down at the photo he had just sent, and felt a little embarrassed after he calmed down, and wanted to withdraw it.

He pressed it with his finger, and just as the withdrawn option text was revealed, the screen froze suddenly, and then the original message box became a video request interface.

The sender of the video is Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang glanced at Tang Dai with a guilty conscience, hid in the lounge while holding the phone, took a deep breath, covered the camera and pressed on.

Qin Jingshen's deep voice came from the microphone.

"Wen Lang, let me see you."