Mr. Qin is always serious

Qin Jingshen clicked on the headline article.

Wen Lang followed and looked over, and first saw the picture above, which showed him and Zhou Yanxiu, standing outside the studio with their heads bowed, not knowing what they were talking about.

The angle was very tricky. At first glance, it looked really intimate. One of them even lowered his head and felt like he was about to kiss him. There was also a text explanation under the picture.

——If you look closely, you can see the tenderness hidden in their eyes.

Wen Lang:? ? ?

With all due respect, you can see the tenderness of a ghost with your frame-like picture quality!

Qin Jingshen continued to look down.

Wen Lang followed him and watched a few more paragraphs, wanting to sigh.

This year's paparazzi can't do it.

It's been so many years, and it's still these stalks over and over again.

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Wen Lang is not worried at all now.

He has a lot of black fans. Although it is normal for a popular traffic star to have black fans, his side has more black fans than most people.

And generally very crazy.

Logically speaking, an artist like Wen Lang has good looks and good acting skills. He never pushes for hype, and his fans are not stupid to make troubles. He shouldn't have so many black fans, but things backfired.

Because he is so smooth.

The first play in his debut was a summer drama co-authored by famous directors and screenwriters. It became popular overnight, and then followed by quality dramas. He was taken to participate in several popular variety shows, and the character set was revealed, making him even more popular.

struggle?does not exist.

Exhausted?more non-existent.

He has gone all the way from his debut to the present.

What kind of people are in the entertainment industry the most?

There are about four.

One is people who work hard but still can't become popular.

The second is people who are popular and die quickly.

The third is that after countless hardships, they finally get some rewards, but the rewards are not as good as those who work hard.

The four are people who are popular, but their acting skills and private life are criticized by others, and their fans make trouble everywhere.

Wen Lang didn't belong to any of the above.

He just has everything and is free.

Such a person can easily become unbalanced.

So people in the circle wanted to see him fall.

The paparazzi wanted to pick him up to improve his performance.

But after picking and picking, Wen Lang's side was clean.

The paparazzi felt that their professional dignity had been insulted, and they had to forcefully save their dignity. After working overtime for almost half a year, they finally succeeded in capturing something at the end of that year.

The paparazzi were moved to tears.

However, that was just a photo of Wen Lang and Zhou Yanxiu eating together.

But now the paparazzi are generally good editors, relying on a photo to make up all the plots, there are beginnings and transitions, Wen Lang had nothing to do before reading a few gossip notices, the routines are the same, probably between a starlet and a gold master A story of grievances and entanglements.

——I have an entertainment empire, not for anything else, just to protect your future.

It's so touching and touching.

The draft that Qin Jingshen is reading now is to combine today's photos with the previous ones to make up a more touching story.

Wen Lang looked at it and wanted to laugh.

But seeing Qin Jingshen's expression, he clearly felt that the other party might want to hit someone.

Wen Lang thought about it and found it understandable.

After all, when he saw this kind of thing for the first time, his mood was not much different from that of Qin Jingshen.

It's comforting.

Wen Lang hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and rubbed against Qin Jingshen's hand, and stretched out his claws to pull it.

Qin Jingshen shook his hand and dropped his phone on the sofa. He lowered his eyes and saw the fluffy animal looking at him with bright and moist eyes.

Qin Jingshen stretched out his hand to Shun Wen Lang's hair: "Sleepy?"

Wen Lang groaned, as if agreeing.

It was getting late at this time, Qin Jingshen turned off the TV, and went upstairs with Wen Lang in his arms.

The bedroom is dimly lit and warm.

Qin Jingshen put on those gold-rimmed glasses, and read a book for a while before going to bed, while Wen Lang lay on the carpet, secretly watching him while thinking about what happened just now.

Of course it wasn't that he was hacked.

It was Qin Jingshen who watched his GIF back and forth dozens of times.

People who can do this kind of thing are generally either hardcore fans for many years or nympho girls. The latter is obviously not Qin Jingshen, but the former doesn't seem to be very similar either.

Skull pain.

Wen Lang thought for a while but couldn't think of any reason, so he just gave up thinking about it.

He changed into a comfortable position and quickly fell asleep.

**

Wen Lang originally thought that no one would believe such a boring draft, but he didn't expect that when he woke up, it was still floating on the front page.

Sure enough, the world is much more boring, he thought.

At nine o'clock in the morning, to the crew.

Wen Lang went to make up and change clothes, and Tang Dai also knew about it: "What are you going to do about this?"

Wen Lang thought for a while, then reached out to Shuhe: "Bring me the phone and let me have a look."

As soon as he came in the morning, Shu He took his phone away, and now it seems that he probably didn't want him to see anything.

Shu He was hugging his mobile phone and Hei Tie was in high spirits, his cheeks puffed up angrily, he froze for a moment when he heard Wen Lang's words, and shook his head instantly.

Wen Lang smiled calmly: "Give it to me."

The little hamster sniffed, and handed over the phone aggrievedly.

Wen Lang opened Weibo and found himself on the trending list again.

This time it's still a bundle sale, Wen Lang-Zhou Yanxiu.

In addition to what he read last night, there seemed to be some additions to the content. It was very complicated. Wen Lang didn't bother to read it, so he opened the comments directly, wanting to see if there was a class representative's summary.

I didn't see the result summary, I saw a comment first.

@User9527114: Fans of Wen Lang don't need to wash your master's floor anymore. Passers-by can't explain it when they see it. If this is fake, why doesn't spring come out to make trouble?I heard he is not very capable?It must be a certainty to be cowardly now.

Many people expressed their support in the replies. This person may have gained confidence and made another round of circles.

The spring of His Majesty Taotie is impressively listed.

With courage, Wen Lang raised his eyebrows and decided to satisfy him.

He quickly switched accounts, found Weibo, tapped the screen for a while, and sent.

There was a reply almost instantly.

@文郎的小冷圾: Hahahaha, does your face hurt? @user9527114

@破破天结常攻晓: This friend, a legend in the fan world, come to find out? @user9527114

@胖头的胖丁丁: De-gassing.

@蛋黄君: Facts have proved that no matter whether it comes early or late, your Majesty will always be your Majesty.

With His Majesty Taotie sitting in the formation, and Wen Lang's fans were not bad at all, the situation after that almost turned into a large-scale encirclement and suppression scene.

After about 10 minutes, Chen Jia asked the field manager to come over to remind him. Wen Lang had no choice but to hand the phone back to Shu He regretfully, feeling a little regretful in his heart.

The filming progress of "Mountains and Rivers on Earth" is almost halfway through. Because of an incident, Huo Zheng left Luoping City with Zhou Xiaowei. He met many people on the road. These people were good or bad, resolute or cowardly, But in the end, I couldn't get where I wanted to go.

In today's troubled times, human life is the least valuable.

Huo Zheng didn't care about these things at first, but slowly, he also developed some emotions that he had never felt before.

Such as boredom, such as fatigue.

What I'm going to shoot today is an emotional scene.

Tang Dai painted a slightly pale makeup on Wen Lang, and deliberately messed up his meticulously combed hair. He stood there and looked out the window. Huo Dashao, who seemed to be omnipotent, seemed to have suddenly lost his mind. Lost the spirit that should have been.

Chen Jia adjusted the seat: "Are you ready?"

Wen Lang made a proper gesture to him, and Chen Jia sat up straight and waved: "Start!"

In the camera, Huo Zheng turned around slowly, his eyes were fixed on an unknown place in the distance, his lips were tightly pursed, he thought of many things, the carefree childhood, the hibiscus flower outside the room, the mother once I raised a lazy and elegant cat, and a puppy like a coal ball by the side of the road.

The past is like a painting, gradually yellowing and blurring in the cracks of time, accompanied by smoky traces.

12 years ago, in fact, not far away.

But it was still like a knife, with just one glance, it could stab into his heart.

But he knew that those were the best years of his life. He would move forward without life and death and burdens. When he was sad, he only had to look back, and someone would always look at him with gentle eyes.

Then back to reality, bloody.

He didn't want to think about these things for many years, and no one dared to mention them in front of him, until last night Zhou Xiao stood in front of him with slightly red eyes, and asked him word by word whether he really cared.

He actually has no heart.

Huo Zheng's heart was already ashes in the fire 12 years ago, together with his boyhood.

Huo Zheng lowered his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

The door behind him was slowly pushed open, someone walked in and stood silently behind him.

Huo Zheng didn't look back, the person behind stood quietly for a while, and finally opened his mouth softly: "I'm sorry."

No one answered.

Zhou Xiaowei didn't speak any more, and looked at Huo Zheng's back silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

This silence lasted for a long time, she gritted her teeth and spoke again: "I..."

This time, he just uttered a word, but was suddenly interrupted by Huo Zheng.

Huo Zheng turned his head and glanced at her lightly. There seemed to be countless emotions hidden in that glance. Zhou Xiaowei couldn't understand it, but his heart still couldn't help but jump.

She knew that such eyes were very familiar, that day when she broke into Huo's house to beg Huo Zheng in the study, when Huo Zheng met her eyes, the emotion inside was exactly the same as now.

But Huo Zheng didn't ask her intention this time.

He withdrew his gaze, and his voice was as soft as if he was talking to himself: "I know what you want."

Zhou Xiao was slightly taken aback.

Huo Zheng raised his head, with an indescribable exhaustion, his eyes looked at her like smoke, and he said lightly, "I promise you."

After saying this, he turned around, looked at the distant place again, and did not speak again.

Zhou Xiaowei suddenly discovered that Huo Zheng, who always straightened his waist and was omnipotent in the eyes of others, had been a little different from before.

Chen Jia waved: "Cut!"

Sitting behind the camera, he replayed the clip back and forth several times, feeling a little dissatisfied: "Huo Zheng's last look was not in the right mood."

Wen Lang walked over and followed him to look at it, feeling the same way.

Chen Jia took the script and narrated the play to Wen Lang: "At this time, Huo Zheng's eyes are the interpretation of his heart. He is tired, indifferent, and there should be a bit of nostalgia that has been deliberately hidden. You don't look enough here, you look young. , have not experienced anything."

170 Nine-year-old Wen Lang: "..."

Chen Jia read it again, "In short, it's the feeling I just said, you should calm down and think about it, don't be too anxious, and continue shooting later."

Wen Lang said hello.

Chen Jia handed him the script: "Every group, this section is suspended, and the third section will be filmed first."

Holding the script in his arms, Wen Lang went back to the resting place first.

The little hamster ran over holding the thermos cup: "Brother Lang, drink some water first, do you want some snacks? I still have a lot of candies, I'll feel better after eating them!"

Wen Lang took the thermos cup, and politely rejected the little hamster's request to feed it.

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The author has something to say: Little Hamster: "It's really sad that I can't solve the male god's problems QWQ."

Mr. Qin: "It's okay, you can't, I can."