After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

Qi Lin's ears just warmed up, and then editor Zhou called the scene record and hit the board.

The door opened naturally.

Yan Xiadong raised his head and saw Cao Guanghan standing outside. He felt his face burn instantly, and he reached out to close the door, but before he could, the other party came in with an arm, and put it there brightly.

"You can close the door and pinch it off," Cao Guanghan leaned against the doorframe, smiling at Yan Xiadong inside, "I will keep quiet."

Yan Xiadong scolded him, "What are you doing back here," but even a little strength in his hands was useless.

"Come back and see you," Cao Guanghan faced the door, his face turned inward, and finally said through the crack of the door where his arm could fit, "I miss you."

After speaking, Cao Guanghan loosened the pressure on his wrist, and he saw Yan Xiadong's eyes from inside the door.

And the expression on his face let Cao Guanghan know that he could come back.

Cao Guanghan turned his body sideways and stuffed his whole body in, pressing the door with his heels, even locking the door skillfully.

Yan Xiadong was dissatisfied when he heard the sound of the lock being locked, "You don't know how many people's doors have been locked like this."

Cao Guanghan didn't respond, he just pinched Yan Xiadong's, looked at his frowning, and fell down on the table to kiss him lightly.

"Xia Dong, you are good to me," Cao Guanghan spread the man on the table, kissing and talking.

Yan Xiadong put his arms around the other party's neck, but his mouth was still awkward, "Fuck off, you shameless thing, how can you match it?"

"Hmm..." the words Yan Xiadong wanted to say were blocked by Cao Guanghan abruptly.

Qilin is very devoted now, until he tasted the sweetness of the fruit, he continued to speak his lines, but he still did what Zang Nandu said before.

When he reached for the candy, it had already shattered into slag in the opponent's mouth.

The crumbs of sugar clung to the tongue, and Qi Lin sat up halfway with one arm propped up, deepening the kiss between Yan Xiadong and Cao Guanghan.

When he was half-kissed and half-awake, Qi Lin opened his eyes, only to find that the other party was also looking at him.

Qilin knew the owner of those eyes.

So he subconsciously opened his mouth, "Zang"

It's just that the name couldn't be pronounced, so the opponent who pressed up again pressed down on the table again.

So this inaudible sound was drowned in the kiss.

Qi Lin's arm was raised at this time, Cao Guanghan hooked his tie with one hand, and then wrapped it around Qi Lin's wrist.

The movement of the two people on the table became more and more loud, until Qi Lin swept the props cup on the table to the ground with his legs, and made a sound of blowing up the crew. Editor Zhou was still waiting for this long shot to end. Go up and call someone.

There was still a section left, and the editor thought it could be cut and shot, so he stopped at this place.

The emotional conflict in this scene can be considered intense, and now the two people at the table are coming out of the emotions just now.

The people around didn't bother anyone.

Shen Yuzhi, who was waiting to drink water, looked down from the two of them, hooked his collar and went to the bathroom by himself.

Qi Lin rubbed his wrists and sat up. When Zang Nandu tied his hands with a tie just now, he felt a little pain. He rubbed his eyes and rubbed his back with water.

It was the tears shed in the play just now. Qilin digested his emotions and wanted to stand to the side, but was stopped by Zang Nandu.

"Let's see," Zang Nandu helped the person stand up, and rubbed the corner of the child's eyes with his hand.

The staff standing around all knew each other and retreated to the side.

Qi Lin stretched out his hand to remove Zang Nandu's hand from his face, and said, "No need."

Before Zang Nandu reached out his hand again, Qi Lin found a place to sit down by himself.

In the evening, due to a sudden heavy snowfall, a part of the heating pipe in the whole area was frozen and cracked, causing the whole rented office building to be terribly cold.

The filming plan originally scheduled for the evening was delayed for some reason. This kind of force majeure caused the entire crew to temporarily decide to eat hot pot as an extra meal.

Also found one nearby.

Qilin put on the down jacket that was pulled down to his knees, and was zipping himself, and then his hands were stuck on the second button of his shirt along with the zipper.

Zang Nandu, who was next to him with his sleeves full, turned around, trying to reach out to help, but Qi Lin circled around him to avoid him, and turned to look for Shan Yiting.

When Qi Lin was about to go out, he saw that Zang Nandu had already lit the cigarette on his mouth, and he took the initiative to walk behind, keeping a little distance from some female staff members, and the ones who followed him were also unidentified. How to speak Sun Chengzhou.

But this time Qi Lin didn't go to Zang Nandu's side. He stood at the other end of the crowd, wrapped himself in loose clothes, and walked forward with a sigh of relief.

Because the people who went were all the core staff of the studio, and they usually had good relationships, so only one big table was reserved.

The heating in the restaurant was in full swing, a group of people went in and took off their clothes together, rubbing their hands together to order food, because they knew Master Zang didn't drink, so they ordered drinks and tea tacitly.

Originally, there was an empty seat on Zangnan Watanabe, and everyone knew it was for Qilin, so no one sat there, but when Qilin came in behind, he pulled a stool and sat by the door. seat.

Afterwards, the side of Zang Nandu was always empty.

No one dared to pull back that chair.

Although there is no wine, meat and vegetables are gurgling in the round soup pot. The bright red meat dripping with oil and the shiny vegetable leaves are compared with the snow falling outside the window. Even if there is no wine, everyone will eat on the table very happy.

The shirt Qi Lin wore was off-white, with a few drops of red oil sprinkled on it when he bowed his head to eat the food.

He didn't eat much, because he was still filming and had to strictly control his weight, so Qi Lin said that, most likely he was still drinking black tea, and didn't move his chopsticks much.

After the second half of the meal, everyone opened up to chat, and Qi Lin heard that he was bored, so he stood up and beckoned him to go out with a pack of cigarettes.

He was wearing a hat and a mask, and put on that light and heavy coat without sleeves, and let him hang on his shoulders collapsed. When he went out, the cool wind outside rubbed his naked, exposed skin past him. The goosebumps started to go up from the calf, and finally converged on the top of the head, causing Qi Lin to hold back a sneeze.

Rubbing his nose, Qi Lin suddenly heard movement on the opposite road, Qi Lin squinted his eyes, and finally only saw a suspicious van on the opposite side.

Ten times it was gossip entertainment that came after her.

After all, most of the crew came to eat, and there must be a lot of movement.

Qilin wasn't very interested in being the subject of their sneak shots, and didn't take out the cigarettes in his pocket, so he turned around and wanted to go back.

He was wearing a peaked cap, and when he turned around, the brim of the front cap was pressed against a person, and it was even turned up.

Qi Lin subconsciously stretched out his hand to press his hat, and the coat hooked on his shoulders began to fall down again.

It's just that someone came to help him press the hat with one hand, and tugged at the clothes with the other, "Put it on."

Hearing Zang Nandu's words, Qi Lin seemed to lead someone into the restaurant first, but the other party didn't move.

Zang Nandu reached out his hand as usual, holding Qilin's arm and stuffing it into the sleeve of his jacket like helping a real child.

Then the hand that came out of the sleeve was held by Zang Nandu, and then the sleeve was gently pushed up by the other party, and a red mark appeared on Qi Lin's wrist.

"Does it still hurt?" Zang Nandu gently rubbed the reddened skin, lowered his head, opened his mouth, and a ball of white air went around his ears.

There was still a slight breeze outside, and Qi Lin's hair was blown. He pulled his hand back, but Zang Nandu held it tightly.

"Hide me," Zang Nandu raised his head when he was talking, then retracted his hand, and moved a little away from Qilin, "Do you think I'm dirty?"

Qi Lin showed up the wrist that was now being held by Zang Nandu, and said, "No, it's just that the influence is not good."

"to you."

What Zang Nandu has always advertised in the circle is fairness. In the past, gossip was nothing more than gossip, but now Zang Nandu doesn't even disdain Tibetans. The matter of Tibetans in bed is basically as hard as others hammer.

Qilin guessed that Zang Nandu's feelings for so many years were used to make a fuss. Although it was not a big deal, Qilin couldn't see others splashing dirty water on Zang Nandu.

"There are people on the opposite road, even if you look at them, don't stay here. They will make a fuss and disturb your quiet place." Qi Lin retracted his sleeves and wanted to walk in, but Zang Nandu pulled the arm he had just put down. Get up, stubbornly rubbing gently on the wrist, but soon put it down again.

"So," Zang Nandu said, he turned him to the leeward side, stared into Qi Lin's eyes and asked him, "Where do you put yourself?"

Qilin looked back with a red nose, his ears were a little numb from the wind blowing outside, he seemed to be in a trance, and asked him, "Where do you want to put me?"

Zang Nandu couldn't count the number of times he grabbed Qilin's hand at night, and now he gently stuck it to the neatly cut pocket of his suit, saying, "There's sugar in it."

Qi Lin gently breathed the cold air around him, finally withdrew his hand, raised his feet and walked in by himself.

The snow outside the hall is already very thick, and the footprints of the two people when they came just now have been half covered.

Qi Lin walked back along the footsteps of when he came.

Zang Nandu was quicker than him to follow up from behind, and reached out to clasp Qilin's palm from behind. When the two returned to the whole hall, Zang Nandu dusted the snow on his forehead and said softly,

"You have to finish listening."

Qi Lin continued to walk forward, without saying a word, he touched the cigarette and put it on his mouth.

Zang Nandu did not follow behind, but said, "There is still something in the sugar core."

Then the pair of leather shoes in front stopped.

As if spending the last of his patience waiting for the next sentence to finish.

After that, Qilin heard footsteps coming from behind him again, and then Zang Nandu was standing beside him, reaching out to help him put up his coat, and then said softly, "You are wrapped inside."

"A you that feels like I'm committing a crime every time I touch it."