Mr. Qin is always serious

After a night of indulgence, Wen Lang went to the set with hickeys all over his body.

Xi Yuan and Chen Jia noticed with keen eyes, and couldn't help but Qi Qi whistled at him. The well-known director and actor suddenly became the kind of little hooligan who squatted on the side of the road with a playful smile on his face to tease others.

Wen Lang glanced at them angrily: "Does it look good?"

The two nodded together: "It looks good."

After finishing speaking, Xi Yuan rubbed his chin and smiled again: "Your posture is also very obvious, and Mr. Qin, um... you are very energetic."

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang didn't say anything, and drove them out of the dressing room with his hands. Next to him, Tang Dai dipped the foundation with a makeup sponge, and said with a restrained smile, "Shall we start covering up now?"

Wen Lang's ears turned red: "...um."

Tang Dai stood behind him, holding the beauty sponge in her hand and pounced on him little by little, from the neck to the collarbone, and then a little lower.

Wen Lang felt a little unnatural.

This kind of trajectory is very similar to when Mr. Qin kissed him last night, it's really easy...it makes people fantasize about it.

Wen Lang lowered his head, and the base of his ears, which were already red, became even redder, even spreading to the tips of his ears.

Tang Dai finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

Wen Lang rolled his eyes unnaturally: "No, no, this is it... Is one layer enough?"

"The traces are too deep, of course not enough." Tang Dai pondered for a while, "I think at least three layers."

Wen Lang: Cough.

He stopped talking, and quietly watched Tang Dai's work in the mirror, and when she covered her collarbone by more than ten centimeters, he said shyly: "I think it's almost here, the scene will be filmed later." The neckline of the clothes is not too big to show."

Tang Dai nodded and said good, and neatly added two more layers of the covered traces: "Okay, no matter how high-definition the camera is now, it can't be captured."

Wen Lang pursed his lips: "Thank you, Sister Tang."

"No, I didn't answer you for calling me sister in vain, but..."

"Ok?"

Tang Dai smiled: "But you should still be a little restrained, it's not good for both of you, let Bai Ze know that he's going to talk about you again."

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang's face flushed instantly, and he didn't answer the conversation. He picked up the clothes next to him and entered the clothing room one by one, with a sense of fleeing from behind.

Tang Dai looked at the direction he was leaving for a long time, then shook her head and smiled.

Still too young.

It was 15 minutes after I came out of the clothing room.

During these 15 minutes, it took Wen Lang less than 3 minutes to change his clothes, and he spent the rest of the time calming down so that his face would not be so red and his ears would not be so hot.

He went out, and Xi Yuan and Chen Jia, who were discussing the script over there, looked back at him instantly, raised their eyebrows and smiled: "Sister Tang Dai's make-up is pretty good."

Wen Lang gave him a sideways glance, then stopped on the script in their hands, and said, "Um... I have something I want to say."

Chen Jia looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Wen Lang hesitated for a few seconds, then lowered his head and said falteringly: "That's right, I chatted with Mr. Qin about the kiss scene last night, he...cough."

There is no need to say more about the latter.

Xi Yuan and Chen Jia looked at each other meaningfully and laughed.

Wen Lang felt something was wrong, lowered his head, and suddenly noticed the content of the script in Chen Jia's hand.

The one above that is the sequence of the ending kiss scene, but it has been edited so that the original kiss without distance is separated by about a knuckle's distance.

Mingming just said yesterday that Wen Lang should go back and ask Mr. Qin, but today the script became like this.

By this time, if Wen Lang still didn't know that he had been tricked by these two people, then he would be really stupid.

Wen Lang was silent for a few seconds, then he smiled calmly, his finger bones cracking as they were pinched.

Xi Yuan was beaten by His Majesty Taotie in a violent state before, and he still remembers the feeling of being pressed to the ground and rubbed mercilessly. When he saw Wen Lang's appearance, he took a few steps back with lingering fear: "No, no, don't look at me. , this matter has nothing to do with me, really."

Chen Jia, who was betrayed by his teammates, hastily defended himself: "Actually, I also hinted at you...Didn't I ask you to tell me about this before telling Mr. Qin, so that I can give you something?"

Wen Lang: "Is this also called a hint?"

Chen Jia met his eyes calmly: "The implication is obvious, isn't it? Xi Yuan?"

Xi Yuan nodded with a serious face.

Wen Lang was shocked by the shamelessness of these two people, and felt that Fu Tong had successors, so he didn't know what to say.

Chen Jia, who is so smart, took the opportunity to whitewash the peace, and patted Wen Lang on the shoulder to change the topic: "Oh, how can we talk like this? It's already this time in a blink of an eye. Let's go and film, Xi Yuan follow."

While talking, he pushed Wen Lang to the classroom that was used as a studio, and Wen Lang let him push, feeling unprecedentedly tired for a moment.

Too tired to laugh, and almost suffocating.

**

Wen Lang's life just entered a cycle.

——Filming, going home, walking the cat and walking the dog, falling in love, and then going to the crew to bicker with the gossip duo with traces of ambiguity.

Wen Lang thinks this kind of daily life is pretty good, and fans have the same feeling.

After Wen Lang and Mr. Qin exchanged love each other on Weibo last time, the fake pet blogger turned into an emotional blogger, and the original frequency of blogging was changed from monthly to daily, and the feeding of dog food stopped at all. not come down.

The fans are very happy. After all, as long as their idols are willing to blog more, they will feel happy even if they only post a punctuation mark. Now, in addition to normal cat and dog movies, they will occasionally bring photos of Mr. Qin or a group photo of the two of them. , Mr. Qin's side is the same.

People gradually found the pattern.

Go to Mr. Qin's Weibo to read Mr. Lang, go to Mr. Lang's Weibo to read Mr. Qin, you can see both Egg Yolk and Ju Baoer's Weibo.

Fans: Happy.

What happened to the dog food?I'm not afraid.

On this day, Wen Lang went out early in the morning. Because it was the weekend, Qin Jingshen didn't go to work, so he stayed in the studio sketching all morning. At noon, he went to the set to deliver meals to Wen Lang, but he was busy there, so Qin Jingshen didn't know what to do. Didn't stay long, and went home soon.

Dan yolk and Ju Bao'er heard footsteps from the moment he went upstairs, trotted downstairs, and slid over there the moment Qin Jingshen opened the door to come in, looking at him with soft and wet eyes.

Qin Jingshen stroked the two small animals, and said in a calm voice, "Do you want to eat?"

Egg Yolk is very sensitive to the word eat, and immediately wagged his tail when he heard this.

Qin Jingshen poured food into the food bowls of the small animals, but he didn't walk away as before, and stood by the side watching him closely.

Although the egg yolk was a heartless little cub, he was a little at a loss when he was surrounded by crowds at his first meal. After hesitating for a while, he glanced back secretly, and then moved to the side, giving Qin Jingshen a space. location out.

Qin Jingshen: "..."

Seeing that he was silent, Egg Yolk thought that Qin Jingshen thought there was not enough space, so he moved a little to the side.

Qin Jingshen still didn't move.

The egg yolk had no choice but to continue to move, and then looked back at Qin Jingshen eagerly, the meaning was obvious—isn't it okay?Move any further and I won't be able to reach it.

Qin Jingshen was silent for a few seconds, then smiled softly: "You can eat."

Egg Yolk tilted his head in doubt, and soon he suddenly understood, happily lowered his head and began to eat, eating so happily that his head was almost buried in the rice bowl.

Qin Jingshen looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't hold it back. He turned on his phone camera and took a photo of the egg yolk, which he posted on Weibo.

@Qin: Soft him and it.

The attached picture shows two photos, the front one is an egg yolk, and the back one is Wen Lang eating pork ribs. From the side angle, the pixels are very clear, and you can just see Wen Lang's squinted eyes and lupine-like eyelashes. The fluffy Pikachu pajamas are really soft.

Fans came over to take a look, and their hearts were instantly burst by the cute girl.

@very skin but cute: wow cute!Hugging me is always a [-]-meter sprint!

@可乐味鸡鸡: Double standard I am Mr. Lang, he is so soft when we are with Mr. Qin, but he is so fierce to us, he is unhappy, and he is not willing to get up until Mr. Lang hugs him.

@蛋露君: Hahaha, then you may have to lie on the ground all the time.

@公子浩帅者到我很很很失: Mr. Qin’s welfare broadcast time √, confess to Mr. Lang, confess to Mr. Qin!

@雪果佳食: I don't have much to say, I just want to say that the nickname of the young lady upstairs is so right.

Fans were so excited on Weibo, and at the same time, Wen Lang, who was supposed to be on the set, appeared on the commercial street in Longdu Center, accompanied by Fu Tong who looked helpless.

Fu Tong has already accompanied him for two streets, but the two people's hands are still empty, and their hearts are very tired: "Ancestor, what do you want to buy?"

Wen Lang glanced at the shop next to him, and looked away in disappointment: "Mr. Qin's birthday will be five days later, and I haven't bought any presents yet. Just now, I thought those things didn't suit him."

In fact, Fu Tong felt that Mr. Qin's facial features, legs, and temperament would suit anything he bought, but he was also a person who had been in a relationship before, so he understood Wen Lang's mood, so he had no choice but to continue to follow.

Wen Lang looked at a few more stores, feeling a little annoyed himself, so he turned to Fu Tong and asked, "Why don't you say anything, did you come here for my reference?"

Fu Tong is very innocent: "Isn't the reference I gave enough? It's because you don't like it."

Wen Lang thought for a while, and found that this was indeed the case, and his whole body sank instantly: "What did you give Fu Qianyuan on his birthday before?"

When he asked the words, he didn't know if it was Wen Lang's illusion, but he always felt that Fu Tong's eyes softened a lot.

Fu Tong smiled softly: "I lived with him on the mountain at that time, and there was nothing fancy about him, and he was also very easy to coax, and he would make me happy for a long time if I just gave him a few small flowers, but now I look at the things I gave back at the beginning. a little, so—”

"what?"

"So a good boyfriend becomes an ex-boyfriend like this."

Wen Lang was silent for a while.

Of course he knows that the relationship between Fu Tong and Fu Qianyuan is not something that can be explained clearly in a few words: "Do you... have any plans for Fu Qianyuan now?"

Fu Tong laughed again, but he obviously didn't want to mention this matter with him, so he said casually: "If you have any plans, just take it one step at a time. There are some things I haven't figured out yet. Go back to the mountain and pick some flowers to coax him."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking about this and changed the topic back: "Stop talking about it, do you have any ideas now? In fact, I don't think you need to worry so much, as long as you arrive that day, Qin Jingshen has everything. And what you really want to have, I think you have already given him."

Wen Lang lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "I seem to have a feeling."

Fu Tong was a little curious: "Tell me about it?"

Wen Lang smiled slightly, and then cruelly rejected his request: "No, he must be the first person to see the gift I prepared for Mr. Qin besides me."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue: "Stingy."

Wen Lang admitted it frankly, and then said: "Then let's be a bit more generous, how about treating you to something? Sweets can easily make you feel better."

Fu Tong instantly felt Bai Ze's sense of relief of "Oh my god, our little cub has finally grown up", and nodded immediately: "How can I refuse such a rare thing? Let's go."

Wen Lang took him to a dessert shop on another street. While waiting for the order, he checked Weibo when he had nothing to do. As soon as he refreshed, he saw that Qin Jingshen had just posted that dynamic.

Wen Lang smiled and rolled his eyes, took a picture of the cake window behind him with his mobile phone, and then posted a Weibo.

@文郎: Sweet him and it.

The attached picture is also two photos, the one in the front is a small cake that looks very sweet, and the one in the back is Mr. Qin who is feeding the cat.

It took less than half a minute for the Weibo to be sent, and the comment area was instantly full of barks, so cute and cute.

As Wen Lang watched, the smile in his eyes gradually became stronger, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of gold powder, soft and beautiful.

While Fu Tong was watching from the side, only four big characters were left in his heart for a while.

heart.

situation.

complex.

miscellaneous.

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "Boyfriend, boyfriend, what gift do you want?"

Mr. Qin (thoughtful): "You will know."