One Hundred Ways to Become a God

"You... uh!"

He Yan just wanted to tell the man to let go of himself, but just said a word, his sunglasses and scarf had been pulled off by someone, and they were roughly thrown on the floor, followed by a steamy kiss .

……

The tenderness after this long-lost reunion lasted from noon until the sun was about to set before it could barely stop.

The drowsy He Yan was taken into the bathroom by the man and rinsed carefully before he was dragged to lie down on the big bed that had been changed into a clean bedding.

It should be the cleaning that the man called out when he was just taking a shower... Thinking of the mess that anyone could see what had happened, He Yan clicked his tongue and turned over on the soft big bed.

He lay face down on the bed for a while, feeling a little short of breath, and just about to turn back, the man held his waist.

He Yan:? ?

When he looked back, the man was holding a tube of unpackaged ointment that he did not know when he took it out, and was applying it to him.

He Yan: "Hiss..."

Meeting his gaze, the man kept moving his hands, and asked him with a slight frown: "Did you not apply the medicine that I asked you to apply regularly?"

Although it was a questioning sentence pattern, the man's tone was clearly determined.

If the young people are really obedient and apply the medicine on time every day, it will not be so difficult at the beginning of today.

He Yan thought for a while, then calmly said: "...I'm too busy filming."

The man carefully smeared the ointment that exudes the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine, then withdrew his hand, and pumped his buttocks gently with his warm palm, "Don't be lazy anymore, it's good for your health , next time I find out I'm being lazy, I won't just hit this one."

He Yan: "..." Oh.

He really felt that the ointment was not necessary, as his spiritual power could also nourish his body, and he didn't have to worry about any embarrassing diseases when he got older.

Of course... the point is still, it's too embarrassing to wipe it off.

Seeing his perfunctory appearance, the man raised his eyebrows, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Since you have no self-discipline, I have no choice but to supervise you personally. Move out... I haven't been here for a few days. Work, I can accompany you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pinched the little bit of soft flesh left on He Yan's waist, and commented: "It's thinner."

The little bit of flesh that had been raised on the young man's body for three months with great difficulty disappeared after only one month in the crew.

He Yan opened his fumbling hands: "I'll ask the director."

The crew rented an entire floor in a three-star hotel near the filming location for the protagonist and staff to stay. The environment and food are actually not bad. Since he is also one of the protagonists, he lives in a single room, which is quite good. clean.

Of course, there are also actors who don't like the environment there and live outside. For example, Yuezhou lives in a five-star hotel farther away.

However, for the convenience of filming, most actors will choose to live in the house rented by the crew.

Xie Shizhang was not annoyed when his hand was opened by him, he simply leaned over him, put it close to his ear, and sneered: "...Little villain, you can shirk me, this is not written in the contract, just tell him directly That's enough, you don't have a few scenes below, how can he not let you go?"

He Yan: "..."

Then, Mr. Xie, your news is really well-informed. It is also very admirable to be able to know the progress of their crew across two cities.

The man's hard chest and abdomen pressed against his back, and the touch was clear, and he licked the tip of his ear ambiguously after speaking.

He Yan was shocked by the soft tongue licking, reflexively remembered some bad memories, picked up the pillow and hit the head of the person behind him with his backhand.

The man had been a vegetarian for too long a while ago, and he looked like a mad dog when we met today, which made him lying on the bed with pain in his waist, and he really couldn't afford it.

The man took off the pillow thrown on his face, stuffed it under his head again, and kissed his ears, "Okay, stop making trouble, what do you want to eat?"

He Yan calmly protested against his slapping behavior: "Mr. Xie, you are obviously the one making trouble." He is obviously just a victim.

The man turned a deaf ear and continued to ask him: "What do you want to eat? I heard that their fresh shrimp egg custard is not bad. Don't you like egg custard?"

He Yan was exhausted all afternoon, and his stomach was already too empty to find anything. It's okay not to mention it, but the emptiness in his stomach can't be stopped when he mentions it. .

He Yan: "..."

The man stretched out his hand and rubbed his stomach which made strange noises twice, and there was a hint of a smile in his voice, "It seems that I really want to eat."

After finishing speaking, he got up and went to the side to make a phone order, leaving He Yan to bury his face in the pillow and quietly pretend to be dead.

After a simple dinner, the sky had completely darkened. He Yan was too tired today, and his sleepiness came quickly and heavily. He rolled up the blanket and fell asleep right after washing.

Probably because he was overtired, the young man fell into a deep sleep, he stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's nose teasingly, but the man showed no signs of waking up, and his breathing was blocked, he just frowned and opened his mouth obediently open.

His lips were still a bit swollen, probably because he bit too hard today, he stretched out his right hand and touched the reddened lips twice with his thumb, he couldn't hold back any longer, bent down, and moved his probe slightly along the young man's lips. He opened his mouth and molested people a lot.

In the end, the man struggled twice and still didn't wake up, but muttered and cursed in his sleep: "Ugh... old rascal..."

The man's gray-blue eyes were darkened, and he took a punitive bite on the young man's lips that were wet with his kiss.

When he got up early the next day to take a shower, He Yan looked at the mirror in the bathroom, and always felt that his lips were swollen.

He spit out the mouthwash and touched it lightly with his fingers.

Why did I wake up after sleeping...it seems to be more swollen than last night?

The man opened the door and came in. He naturally put his arms around his waist from behind, kissed his side cheek, and asked, "What's the matter?"

He Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, and met the man's peaceful gray-blue eyes from the mirror.

There was only one living creature in this room besides him, and the suspect was already very clear.

He and the suspect looked at each other for a while, blinked, and then calmly said: "It's nothing, probably an annoying bug got into the room last night." He nodded his slightly raised lips, "...bite here." Swollen."

The big worm's arms around him stiffened for a moment, then he lowered his head and brought his lips close to the corner of his mouth as if nothing had happened, and said grandly: "Which worm is so ignorant, come, let me disinfect it for you..."

He Yan: "..."

He really shouldn't have any expectations of a man's thick skin.

He and Xie Shizhang spent three full days in the hotel without seeing the sun, without any shame, before he finally returned to the film crew.

In order to delay the time, the man refused to let him go on the third day, so he went to the set in the man's car early in the morning on the fourth day.

Before he got out of the car, the man pressed his shoulder and emphasized: "Remember to tell the director that he will pick you up in the evening. I ordered a meal for you. Remember to ask the assistant to come out to pick it up at noon. You are not allowed to eat the boxed lunch from the crew."

The man was bitter about the fact that he was "abuse" by the crew and lost five catties.

He Yan rolled his eyes in his heart, and said obediently on the surface: "Yeah, I remember."

The black car was parked on the street not far from the production crew. When He Yan got off from it, he saw that the assistant who had mysteriously disappeared for three days was already waiting there attentively, and he also showed a standard smile with eight teeth.

He Yan glanced at him indifferently, and the assistant immediately followed behind him with a fully equipped bag.

It was still early when we arrived at the crew, and the crew was still busy preparing the scenes for today's filming. The scene was a bit messy, and we definitely couldn't start work within half an hour.

He casually pulled a staff member of the logistics team and asked, "Excuse me, where is Director Zhou?"

The staff member was a little girl, she was stunned for a moment when she heard his polite question, and then stammered: "Director Zhou... Oh, he's still in the room, he should be eating."

After He Yan asked, he turned his head and left. He didn't see the little girl's face flushed suddenly after he turned around, but the assistant who followed behind him noticed this and glanced at the little girl inexplicably.

When He Yan touched Director Zhou's room, he was indeed still eating, and what he ate was the boxed lunch ordered by the crew.

Because the film crew had ample funds, the content of the lunch box was actually pretty good, with meat and vegetables, and not as rubbish as the man thought. He lost weight purely because of his body's constitution, which is not easy to gain weight.

After thinking for a while, He Yan stated his purpose straightforwardly: "Director Zhou, I want to live outside."

Director Zhou paused when he heard the action of chopping rice, put down the lunch box in his hand, and said meaningfully: "You decide this kind of thing yourself, just don't be late when you have a role... But young people, you still have to pay attention to your body."

He Yan: "...Okay, thank you director."

Facing Director Zhou's eyes that seemed to see through everything, he couldn't help but move his eyes.

After all, the man still had a little restraint, and didn't leave too obvious marks on his exposed parts.

——It’s just that the place covered by clothes is already horrible.

Director Zhou took a deep look at him one last time, picked up the half-eaten lunch box again, and said, "Go to the dressing room to get ready, and take a photo of your makeup first today."

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