Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

Wen Hong's movement is not small, but the focus of the studio is now on the new director, so no one else noticed.

Wen Hong narrowed his eyes, frowned, and stood up slowly after rinsing his mouth. He didn't intend to go over, but there were quite a lot of people around him, and he stood alone beside the empty flower bed. When he raised his eyes, he met Wen Hong's casual gaze.

Wen Cang: "..."

Wen Hong: "..."

After staring at each other for half a second, the two of them squinted their eyes at the same time, and their expressions slightly slipped away.

Wen Hong: Although I already have a little premonition, I am really upset that this guy is standing here with such a big face!

Wen Cang: Although I know that this misbehaving actor is my cousin's queen male lead, I'm only here temporarily to take over for a shift, but when I see him, I still want him to pack up and get out of my crew right away!

Wen Hong lowered his eyelashes, and went into the rest room without looking back, carrying mouthwash.

Xie Yao watched the back and forth between the eyes of the two clearly, no one dared to offend, and followed Wen Hong into the rest room disheveledly, and carefully closed the door.

"Brother Hong," Xie Yao tentatively whispered, "I think Sister Yuan has gone to say hello to Director Wen. If you don't go, will it be inappropriate?"

"I went, do you think he will face me in public?" Wen Hong clicked his tongue, picked up the script and continued to write and draw on the content of the script for the next scene, "Forget it, let it be, if he waits Sometimes directing also brings personal emotions, so I think he really didn't do a good job as a director."

Wen Hong was a little surprised that Wen Cang didn't come here with the cast and crew, but he quickly put the matter behind him.

——That's right, if I ran over recklessly, although I wouldn't make things difficult for him in public, I wouldn't look good either.

This bit of cleverness, after all, is a person who has surpassed Shidi, how could he not.

There are also a few night scenes in the evening, where the hero and heroine behind the broken mirror are walking and chatting on the street. Everyone is familiar with the script, and the art and photography have been coordinated in advance, so there is no need for Wen Cang's guidance.

"If..." The heroine walked beside Wen Hong, raised her head and looked at Wen Hong's side face with nostalgia and nostalgia, her voice was very soft, "If we didn't have that misunderstanding back then, and I didn't leave, wouldn't it be... So many years apart?"

The male protagonist played by Wen Hong listened to her very patiently, and even turned his body slightly to hear better, with a gentle and polite smile on his lips all the time.

Hearing her question, he didn't answer immediately, but slowly stood up, lowered his eyebrows and looked at her gently, with a low voice, a little helpless: "But, there are no ifs in life."

Her eyelashes trembled fiercely, and the corners of her eyes were immediately moist, but she just turned her face away and took a deep breath.

But he didn't try to comfort her with hugs like before. He just took out a tissue in a gentlemanly manner, opened the package and handed it to her: "Perhaps, it's raining."

"Yeah." The heroine forced a smile, took out a tissue and touched the corner of her eyes.

"Go back," Wen Hong said softly, "Good night."

She nodded and looked at him for a moment, as if she was expecting that the once passionate lover would say something to keep her, but in the end there was nothing.

She looked back sadly, turned and walked into the building.

Wen Hong watched her disappear into the elevator at the corner, but did not follow what was written in the script. Instead, he raised his left hand and kissed lightly on the phalanx of the middle finger that once had a ring mark, reflecting the dim light on the side of the road. The eyes of the lamp were melancholy and absent for a moment.

——He also longed for, yearned for, and was nostalgic for.

But to miss is to miss.

Just like two intersecting lines, no matter how lingeringly intertwined they were, they will go to their respective directions under the rotation of the wheel of fortune.

Wen Hong was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and smiled softly, and seemed to sigh when he turned his back to the camera and walked away, even his usual straight back was a little bent, showing a bit lonely.

……

"Card." Wen Cang said at the right time, the heroine's assistant hurriedly greeted him and passed the water fan, Xie Yao also ran to Wen Hong holding the water.

When Wen Hong came back, he still went to the camera crew to watch the replay as usual, and didn't notice that Wen Cang was standing obliquely behind him.

"Teacher Wen has worked hard!" The camera and art directors gathered around and praised, "You and Teacher Yuan are very contagious."

"Thank you, it's everyone's credit." Wen Hong smiled with his eyes bent, and when he raised his eyes, he was facing the heroine who was walking up this way, smiled at her and nodded, and moved a little bit, "Teacher Yuan."

"Brother Hong was just so handsome and gentle." Yuan Ling also came over to watch the camera, "I'm so tempted."

The two leading actors felt that it was nothing, and the director had to make a final decision.

As soon as Wen Hong turned around, he met Shang Wencang's gaze, the smile on his lips faded, and he nodded slightly to move away from his position.

Wen Cang does not direct TV dramas, and there are various rumors about him, and the cast and crew in the crew are somewhat in awe of him. Although the two are not happy in private, Wen Hong will not bring this emotion into the filming , so meekly stood by and waited for his review and guidance.

"It's okay," Wen Cang said, his eyes swept across the two people calmly, and when they fell on Wen Hong, he paused subtly, then turned his head and asked the chief photographer, "Wen Hong's last gesture of kissing his fingers just now is wrong?" Do you want to take a close-up?"

"Yes." Although it was temporarily changed by Wen Hong, the camera crew was also prepared in advance, and several camera positions were guaranteed to be filmed.

"Yeah," Wen Cang nodded, "Get ready for the next game."

Wen Hong didn't respond, Yuan Ling was obviously relieved, she stood next to Wen Hong holding the water glass, and whispered to Wen Hong: "I heard that the director is so fierce."

"Really." Wen Hong smiled and agreed with her evaluation ambiguously.

Wen Hong's role in the scene is less than that of the heroine, and he will wrap up a few days earlier. In the next few days, he will try his best to reduce the number of times he appears in front of Wen Cang except for filming. It is completely different from the usual ones. The crew is cheerful and relaxed, but it's a bit too quiet now.

Wen Cang himself didn't like to be too noisy when he was filming, it would affect his inspiration and thoughts, so he didn't notice the abnormality of the crew. On the contrary, Wen Hong's knowledgeable behavior slightly changed his opinion of him. She didn't make any effort to flirt with him, and thought she was being generous.

Of course, Wen Hong didn't know about his psychological changes, and just wanted to finish the filming and leave quickly—his estrus/estrous period was coming soon.

The environment he lived in and the education he received were different from other well-behaved Omegas in other families. His fathers only emphasized that he should protect and take good care of himself. His sister took him to hang out with the Alpha group, and he didn't think so conceptually. What is the unequal status between Alpha and Omega? I just feel that Omega's physiological reaction will be very troublesome.

However, no matter how expensive the inhibitor is, there will be side effects to some extent. Wen Hong does not sway and treat himself badly in this matter. Those three days were directly taken off work, and he was at home leisurely with the massager that Omega must have but is ashamed to export. Over time, Di Lang knew his situation and would arrange his schedule and work according to his flood season.

It was [-]:[-] p.m. when Wen Hong finished filming the last scene, and the fan support club organized a support for the filming. As soon as he came out of the shed, he saw a cart full of meals, cakes and Wen Hong's endorsement distributed to the crew. product as a gift.

The rule in Ding Tingqiu's group is that the director and the finalized actors will cut the finalized cake and take a group photo together to commemorate it, but in the last few days, Wen Canglai temporarily replaced the chief director, and the staff were not sure what he meant.

Wen Hong held the cake knife and sighed wildly in his heart.

Although Yuan Ling wasn't sure what was going on between the two, she knew something was wrong based on her first instinct, so she smiled and dragged the second female actor to Wen Hong's side: "Brother Hong, happy killing!!!"

The second male actor wanted to strike up a conversation with Wen Cang, and carefully stood next to Wen Cang holding a small cake, politely and politely "popular science" with him: "When Director Ding's crew is wrapping up, it's a tradition for the director and actors to cut the cake together."

Wen Cang's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

The male second continued to work hard: "Brother Hong is the Queen's male lead, and he is also very familiar with Director Ding, so when the filming is finished, not only the director, but also the actors who collaborated with him will all join together to cut the cake very lively."

Wen Cang: "Oh."

Second male: "..."

The second man's sentence came to his lips, "Director Wen, do you want to come with me?" He swallowed it back abruptly.

After all, Wen Cang didn't spoil the atmosphere of the crew too much, and the time for the big group photo passed. According to the arrangement of the staff, he stood next to Wen Hong with a blank expression, in the C position in the middle.

Wen Hong: "...?"

Wen Hong: So why is this person so reluctant to take a photo with me?

Wen Hong: Wouldn't it be nice to save the position and put old man Ding P up later?

Wen Cang subconsciously turned his head to the side when the camera signaled everyone to take the picture, and the tip of his nose brushed past his ear, keenly smelling a little aroma.

It seems to be the smell of Omega pheromone, like some kind of floral fragrance, which smells good, but Wen Cang couldn't figure out what it was for a while.

So... this Wenhong, did he just date some Omega?

Tsk, I couldn't hold back just as I was about to wrap up.

Character is really not good.

Wen Cang pressed the corner of his lower lip unhappily, looking at Wen Hong always accepting the staff's enthusiastic photo request with a smile on his face, his eyes sank.

Wen Hong finally finished taking a group photo, and stood beside Di Lang with a small piece of cake in a place where there were few people.

"Ask how much the support club spent when you go back." Wen Hong looked at the girl from the support club who was busy distributing meals and gifts to the staff, frowned, and sighed softly, "Debit from my account , Let these little girls live their lives well first, and they are not allowed to do this again in the future——Didn’t I say it before?”

"It was supposed to be done by the studio, but this is your new fan after you took Shidi before." Di Lang smiled helplessly, "You don't know how much your fans like you, I'm afraid there won't be enough fans , private message every day scolding me for treating you badly."

"I know." Wen Hong looked at those little girls, with a gentle smile in his beautiful eyes reflecting the lights, and even his sharp eyebrows softened when he was not smiling, "You can drive them off later. Go home, it’s not safe for the little girls to go back at night.”

The girls only arranged things for the staff and didn't think about themselves, so Wen Hong and Xie Yao took them to a nearby restaurant to order food.

The girls had only hoped that they would be lucky enough to get Wen Hong's autograph, but Wen Hong took them to dinner directly. They were all excited and excited, but they didn't dare to talk to Wen Hong.

"Are you still in school?" Wen Hong walked in the middle not too far away, keeping the distance between them just right.

"Yeah, I'm a junior!" A girl plucked up her courage and looked at Wen Hong eagerly, "Brother, have you lost weight?"

"No," Wen Hong looked at her sideways and said with a smile, "Director Ding told me to lose weight a few days ago."

"Brother, congratulations on the finale." Another girl said cautiously in a soft voice.

"Thank you," Wen Hong nodded, "Don't come here again, you are still students, you have to make sure you live a good life, you don't need to spend this money on me, it's not safe to run so far, watch my drama when you have time That's enough - if you want to sign, tell Yaoyao later, and the studio will send it to you."

Wen Hong only sent them to the restaurant, let Xie Yao and another male Beta assistant accompany them, and then returned to the set alone. He had a wrap-up banquet in the evening, and a group of people were waiting to drink him. Di Lang was most afraid of him Drinking is bound to be guarded.

But Wen Hong couldn't look good after drinking, the deep red on his beautifully shaped lips became more and more obvious, and there was a lazy smile in his eyes, making it hard to tell whether he was drunk or not.

Di Lang wanted to persuade him, but Wen Hong calmly raised his eyes and asked him, "Brother Di, have you sent those little girls back?"

Di Lang had no choice but Wen Cang, the interim chief director, was the only one who could barely restrain Wen Hong from the entire production crew, so he had no choice but to go and ask Wen Cang with a cheeky face.

"I don't know when Xiaohong offended Director Wen before, so I apologize for him," Di Lang said with a smile, "Xiaohong is not very good at drinking, so I may have to trouble Director Wen to watch him later, don't bother too much , just watch him return to the room safely when we go back to the hotel, thank you."

After all, Wen Cang had nothing to do with Di Lang. Di Lang's qualifications in the industry were several years older than him, so it was hard to refuse, so he reluctantly nodded in honor, but he thought in his heart that it would take its course, he didn't have that Responsibility and time to manage this misbehaving artist.

Di Lang left in a hurry, and Wen Cang looked at Wen Hong, who was drinking one after another with a smile on his face during the banquet, his face was not even flushed with drunkenness, but his eyes became clearer.

——Is this called not drinking?