My language is the anchor

After a boyfriend confession, the two of them were in the small room in Hanwuyu. There was no ambiguous words or any emotional atmosphere. Zhang Pinwei slid on his mobile phone and received a new location plan. Hanwuyu seemed to have received it too. The two watched After making a plan, look at each other.

"I...is that me?"

"I can't seem to escape. The deputy manager has already stamped it."

The project that Deputy Prime Minister Wang has sent is a location project, a total of ten times, the theme is holiday travel, the broadcast time is scheduled for the Spring Festival and the May Day holiday, and the short 35-minute broadcast is supported by Hanwu language alone.

Han Wuyu embraced the pillow, lying on his side on the edge of the carpet, with a sullen face: "Will you take over the photography supervisor?"

Zhang Pinwei stretched out his palm and rubbed his head: "Third Master, do you want me to take it?"

The location photography supervisor, as the name suggests, has to coordinate the entire shooting direction and integrate the entire team. Taking over this project means that I have to hold meetings non-stop to confirm the connection of each link, and the photography can only let the photography assistant shoot. I couldn't shoot a single shot of Han Wu language.He suddenly felt that he was a little useless. Now he just wanted to be a photographer who only took pictures, only photographing Han Wuyu alone, and a fool who was immersed in love.

Han Wuyu muffled his head and hummed: "With you here, I feel more at ease."

Zhang Pinwei lowered his head, put his forehead on his head, and laughed again. He really felt like he was going crazy. Han Wuyu can always honestly express his truest feelings.

"I'm strict."

Looking down at Han Wuyu and turning around, seeing his eyes obviously relieved, he curled up his mouth and smiled lightly.

"There are requirements for every shot and every scene. If I can't meet my standards, I have to do it all over again."

Han Wuyu laughed, "You are the same as Yisheng."

"A win in judo?"

Han Wuyu nodded: "One victory, one move to win, but it was achieved by persistence."

He looked at the ceiling and talked about judo practice since he was a child. He said that he was thrown and cried by his second brother. He cried so much that his second brother couldn't stand it. It took a day for me to realize that a victory is a kind of persistence.

Zhang Pinwei looked down at him: "This is the first time I've heard you talk about your family."

Han Wuyu was taken aback, and quickly sat up: "You...you don't like it?"

Zhang Pinwei looked into his eyes with that uneasy look again.

"My father's name is Zhang Yu. He works in the countryside and grows organic vegetables. My mother's name is Chen Huayin and she is an elementary school teacher. I also have a younger brother named Zhang Pinxiang who works in an electronics company. He's full of arrogance and doesn't get along with me." He raised his eyebrows. He glanced.

Han Wuyu was stunned for a while, and let out an ooh.

Zhang Pinwei hugged him angrily: "Third Master, do you know that your family is a consortium with a big business?"

Han Wuyu nodded.

Zhang Pinwei resumed his teasing tone: "For ordinary people like us, if we can dig up some inside information about your family, listen to a few words, and then make a few remarks, it is best to sell it to reporters to make a fortune. Tell me, I can Won't you listen a little more?"

"I found out that you love money."

"Do you not like it?"

Han Wuyu listened to him imitating his own tone, laughed out loud, shook his head and nodded, but stopped talking, stretched his arms around his waist.

Zhang Pinwei kissed the top of his hair: "I will introduce you to my family another day."

"what?"

"Not enough? What about the neighbors?"

Han Wuyu looked at him stupidly.

"It's too greedy, I'll even introduce those pig friends, it's okay."

Han Wuyu swallowed a mouthful of choked sobs, and hummed: "You are at a loss."

"what?"

"I don't have any friends."

Zhang Pinwei looked at him, looked at each other, and burst out laughing, he put his arms around Han Wuyu, licked his lips following the atmosphere, reached out to touch his face, and stroked his neck along the back of his ears.

"Pinwei."

Zhang Pinwei hummed, and licked his lips repeatedly.

"I can also introduce you to my family, right?"

Zhang Pinwei stopped kissing, looked at his eyes still uneasy, reached out and touched his eyes.

"Will your second brother throw me?" Kissing his eyes.

Han Wuyu chuckled lightly: "No. My dad might..."

"Third Master, don't you plan to help me?"

Han Wuyu put his forehead on his forehead, tilted his head and kissed his lips, his eyes were slightly red, and he lowered his head and choked up again.

"I... I'm sorry..." He choked back his sobs, his shoulders trembling.

Zhang Pinwei looked at him with red eyes, hooked his head with one palm, and licked his lips.

"Third Master...look at me."

He couldn't correct or erase Han Wuyu's past, and now he was jealous and didn't want to understand the scarring memories.

To cover, I just want to cover everything about myself on him.

Han Wuyu slowly opened his eyes, looking at Zhang Pinwei with his eyes, his eyelashes trembling with water, he wiped his eyes with his hand.

"I... I'm sorry..." His eyes were still hesitant.

Zhang Pinwei's face was a little red, and he looked at him seriously without the usual flick.

"I will kiss you, touch you, lick you, and even do more than the last time I caressed you. If you don't like it, you can refuse me. What's your answer?" He looked at Han Wuyu's flushed face, still surprised With a look in his eyes, he pushed aside the bangs on his forehead again.

Han Wuyu's eyes were red, and he held his trembling hand, feeling a little helpless.

Zhang Pinwei kissed his forehead, seeing that he was still hesitant, he planned to get up.

"I just want to tell you that I'm Zhang Pinwei, the Zhang Pinwei you're dating." He bowed his head and kissed his lips before getting up.

He can pretend to ignore the uneasiness in Han Wuyu's eyes, but he can't. What he wants is not lust, but his own Han Sanye, and he only has his own Han Wuyu in his eyes.

Han Wu paused, and there was more self-blame between his brows.

This relationship was too happy, and I often worry about gains and losses, projecting the scars of the past on him, knowing that it is unfair, but still let him find out.

"I don't know if that counts as a relationship...Kissing, spending holidays together, exchanging gifts..." Reaching out to take his hand, talking endlessly.

Zhang Pinwei stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Han Wuyu with his head lowered, and he was chattering, but he was anxious to speak clearly, so he sat on the side and let him hold his hand.

"...But one day he said that I was a stalker...that I saw same-sex relationships as too simple...that I was whimsical and wanted to hold hands with him outdoors...that I shouldn't tell my second brother about him... I don't know how to get along..." Han Wuyu stopped speaking and fell silent again.

Zhang Pinwei pursed his lips: "Kissing, holidays are easy to handle, exchanging gifts, what did you give? Wouldn't it be a cliché ring?"

Han Wuyu groaned, and quickly shook his head: "No, no." He glanced at Zhang Pinwei before saying, "Cigarette case...the cigarette case of the Han family's own brand..."

Zhang Pinwei clicked his tongue: "It's really a big loss."

"what?"

"I don't smoke." Looking at him, the corners of his mouth curved into a gentle smile.

Han Wuyu laughed again, the reaction of the person in front of him caught him off guard every time, and easily changed his inferiority complex.He leaned towards him and kissed his lips proactively. In the next second, Zhang Pinwei rolled over and pressed him under him. The gentle kiss became wild. He licked his lips and bit his neck, the tip of his tongue Licking the back of his ear, along the neck, leaving a hickey on the side of the collarbone.

He moved his legs together emotionally, trying to hide his desire to raise his head, but Zhang Pinwei's long legs parted him again, and when he drew his legs together, he intentionally or unintentionally dawdled, making him yell, and quickly covered his mouth.

Zhang Pinwei slid his palm into his clothes, along his waist, and rubbed his chest irregularly with his fingers.

"Don't cover your mouth..." He took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

Han Wuyu obediently did not cover his mouth, but bit his lips tightly.

Zhang Pinwei bullied him slowly, but he bit his chest, causing Han Wu to groan in pain, watching the person under him innocently open his eyes, and licked the pink dots with his tongue.

"It's just...kissing?" He only felt caring, which made his whole body agitated.

Han Wuyu looked up at him, took a good look, and his face gradually turned red.

"Are you...jealous?" The corners of his mouth curled up into a snicker.

Zhang Pinwei paused, covered his eyes with one palm, bit his abdominal muscle, and gave a muffled hum.He heard the voice of Han Wuyu giggling again, his abdominal muscles trembled from the laughter, he pulled down his pants with both hands, without caressing, reached out to hold his lower body, and opened his mouth to lick it.

Han Wuyu groaned again, gathered his legs, and wanted to push him away.

Zhang Pinwei pulled his hand down with one hand, and looked at him with lustful eyes: "Don't you like it?" He maliciously stretched out his tongue to lick the top of desire, and when Han Wuyu gasped, he licked Han again, and took the makeup aside with one hand Water, stained with fingers, pressed behind him.

Han Wu said: "Wait a minute..."

Zhang Pinwei half stood up, asking him to stop now was really a test of his will.

Han Wuyu blinked his round eyes, and asked timidly, "I... I'm the one below... Is that right... I've never done it... Don't laugh... I heard it will hurt..."

Zhang Pinwei almost laughed, exaggeratedly, he suddenly became in a good mood.

"Third Master." She leaned down and took his hand, touching her lower body.

He looked at him and whispered in his ear, his tone still couldn't escape his light tone, seeing Han Wuyu nodded with red eyes, covered his body again, not in a hurry to vent his desire, twitching fingers gently between the buttocks Pressing and kneading until he got used to the softness, Zhang Pinwei stood up again, the sweat of lust dripped on Han Wuyu's body, and he clasped his ten fingers together.

"Third Lord..."

Han Wuyu followed his rhythm, and the hand driven by lust touched his sweat.

"Pinwei..." called out with a groan.

Zhang Pinwei's heart moved, and he buried his lower body in his body excitedly again, hugging him tightly.

Third Lord.

His third grandfather.

I will be responsible, marry abroad?how do you feel……

***

The next day, Han Wuyu took half a day off and arrived at the company after noon. After entering the office, he was immediately called to a location photography meeting. After the two-hour meeting, the deputy manager Wang had already handed over a sentence to you. I was satisfied to hear him break After the sound was good, the meeting ended with a smile.

Zhang Pinwei walked towards him, licking his lips shyly: "I asked for leave for you."

Han Wuyu didn't dare to make too much movement, and blushed: "This meeting, I can't do it if I don't come."

"Then... are you okay?"

Han Wuyu hummed and shook his head: "It hurts."

I didn't expect it to hurt so much.

It is comfortable in the lust, but afterward, there is a tingling feeling of soreness all over the body, and now it is still slightly hot.

Zhang Pinwei stretched out his hand to caress his forehead: "Third Master, you still have a fever, why don't you go home first?"

Han Wuyu shook his head, and pulled his hand angrily: "I just came. You go to the location team."

Zhang Pinwei shouted again at the door of the meeting room: "Third Lord, don't be brave if you feel uncomfortable."

Han Wuyu covered his red face, waved him to go quickly, and lowered his head to sort out his materials.

Hearing the words "San Ye" at first, he thought Zhang Pinwei was playing tricks on him, but after the lingering whispers last night, now he just felt shy after hearing it.

"I got sick?"

Han Wuyu looked up, saw Zhao Xicheng and hummed: "It's okay."

Zhao Xicheng was quiet for a while before talking about the precautions for location photography, and occasionally lowered his head and slid on his tablet to remind him of the precautions.

"Wait for the photography team to set the schedule, and remember to communicate with the photographer."

Han Wuyu nodded and wrote it down in his notes.

"This time the producer is Pinwei. He has requirements for his own work. After the copy editor writes the manuscript, remember to discuss it with him."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and nodded.

Pinwei said yesterday that he is very strict, and it seems that he is famous for his strictness.

Seeing him chuckle, Zhao Xicheng blurted out, "You two, are you familiar?"

Han Wuyu blushed, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he nodded honestly.

Zhao Xicheng said lightly, is that right, turned around and said about location photography: "There is also an assistant manager who asked you to go on location, which can be regarded as paving the way for you to be on the anchor station. You have to thank him when you are free." Added an extra digression .

Han Wuyu looked at the personnel assignment in the proposal, and asked again: "Is the uncle also a producer?"

"Associate producer, go play with the camera and mess around." The corners of his lips curled up.

"Back to the old business." Han Wuyu followed up with a sentence.

"Old job? You mean an amateur photographer?" Zhao Xicheng chuckled.

When I was a student, I was working as a part-timer, shooting videos for an advertising company, and I often wandered around with my camera. It wasn't until my graduation project burned my butt that I hurriedly found a student anchor to complete the thesis.

It was that spring that I learned Hanwu language.

"That camera is still an antique."

"Still here?"

Zhao Xicheng nodded: "It still works."

Han Wuyu looked down at the information intently, and said casually, "Uncle really likes old things."

He didn't look up, and naturally he didn't see Zhao Xicheng staring at him in a daze.

Zhao Xicheng didn't have a chance to immerse himself in memories, he was interrupted by a question in Korean, he looked at the plan on the tablet, and guided again.

"...There is a lot of noise in the radio on location. In order to avoid too much NG, the volume needs to be adjusted."

Han Wuyu nodded: "Thank you." Organized the information: "If it weren't for uncle, I wouldn't have entered this circle."

He sincerely thanked Zhao Xicheng for introducing him to photography and broadcasting, and for showing him countless documentaries and movies.

Zhao Xicheng was taken aback for a moment, knowing that he didn't mean the circle he said, his heart still tugged.

"You worked so hard, not because of me." Put your hands in your trouser pockets.

Han Wuyu looked up at him in surprise: "I... Me..."

Zhao Xicheng looked down at his toes: "If it wasn't for seeing your efforts." He pursed his lips: "At the beginning, I wouldn't have looked for you either."

Han Wuyu was taken aback, lowered his head and smiled stiffly: "But... I messed up."

Zhao Xicheng chuckled unhappily: "I screwed up...I didn't find someone else to replace me, did I?"

In this field, Hanwu language is not top-notch, but hard work can make up for one's weakness.

When he got up, the cigarette case in his trouser pocket fell out and fell on the carpet. He bent over and stretched out his hand to cover the case, but Han Wuyu picked it up earlier. When he touched the notch with his fingertips, he glanced at the case. , stretching out his hand back to Zhao Xicheng, with no expression of emotion, he bowed his head and sorted out his own information.

"Use... get used to it."

Han Wuyu put away the tablet, his smile froze: "Old things...it's normal for you to keep..."

Before, I discovered the cigarette case, but when I knew that my uncle had a lover and was still a man, I told myself that it was just my uncle's habit of keeping old things.

"I'll go to the location team and production first, and confirm the schedule." He got up, but didn't look up at Zhao Xicheng.

He didn't understand or understand many things, such as contradictory words and the cigarette case he always carried with him.

Zhao Xicheng took two steps and pulled his hand, Han Wuyu frowned in pain at the waist, and staggered back, Zhao Xicheng embraced him, but there was silence for a while.

Han Wuyu took two steps forward and opened the distance: "I'll go first."

Zhao Xicheng gripped the cigarette case tightly: "He called you the third master."

Han Wu paused and did not stop.

Zhao Xicheng clenched the cigarette case with both hands, and called out, "Master Han."

Han Wuyu didn't look back, but stood by the door.

Zhao Xicheng looked at his back: "I went back to look for you that day, but you were gone."

Han Wuyu's knuckles holding the tablet turned white.

"Uncle." The voice trembled.

Zhao Xicheng took two steps, but found that Han Wuyu also took two steps back.

Han Wuyu's eyes were slightly red, but he smiled forcefully and curled the corners of his mouth.

"Uncle, Sanye Han is not an old thing, you...you can forget about it." After speaking, he stepped forward and walked forward without looking back.