Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

After the interview, Wen Hong cooperated with Elizabeth and AlpineEagle to take promotional photos. He also made an appointment for the time and location of the next shooting. The hair and makeup were temporarily reworked, and it looked more like a handsome young man. Noble temperament.

After Xu Ying finished the interview, she had to cooperate with Papaver to shoot commercials. She only had time to send Wen Hong a message, and then rushed to the studio with Xie Ling that the brand had set up.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the two rushed back to the film and television city, Wen Cang wanted to ask Wen Hong to have dinner together but was rejected.

Wen Hong noticed the inconspicuous disappointment on Wen Cang's face, paused when he took off the necklace, and explained to him softly: "The brand's clothes are only for attending the event today and taking promotional photos for them. If they need to be returned, they cannot be returned. It's got oil and dirt on it, and I have to go back and replace it first."

Wen Cang was a little surprised that he would explain it to himself, and the corners of his lips curled up a little bit, pretending to be casual, and he replied, "So, do you need me to bring you a copy?"

Wen Hong subconsciously wanted to say no, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wen Cangjiao's fingers on his lap clenched subconsciously, as if expecting and feeling a little nervous. Fireworks, and this proud Alpha cautiously showed his favor to him, but after all, he was still a little soft-hearted, so he nodded: "Okay, please tell me, I'm not picky about food, but it's too late to eat too greasy food. You can take whatever you want."

"Okay." Wen Cang nodded happily, took out his mobile phone and began to search for food reviews of five-star hotels near the film and television city.

In fact, it's not that Wenhong doesn't picky eaters, but that he can make do with it.

His family has aunts who cook meals according to the tastes of the children and the host family since childhood. The two fathers will only emphasize balanced collocation and basic etiquette to them in terms of diet. Wen Hong, a young man in the middle school, is actually very picky about food.

He doesn't like onion, ginger and garlic in the dishes, and he doesn't like animal offal. He doesn't like fish that is slightly fishy, ​​and he also stays away from shelled food that needs to be done by himself.

It is indeed a bit proud to say it.

But after his debut, he actually suffered for quite a while, after he asked Ji Zhuoqing to work hard on his own and not to ask Ji Zhuoqing to stuff him with resources.

Ji Zhuoqing did not care about him, which was in line with her uncompromising and ruthless style of behavior at the time.

Before the independent studio was fully established and running smoothly, and before Di Lang personally took over as Wen Hong's manager, Wen Hong spent more than half a year playing tricks and acting in the crew.

Under the scorching heat and high temperature, you have to face the scorching sun, wear heavy costumes and run from the top of the palace wall to the end of the palace wall over and over again, covering your body with prickly heat, you can only continue to act after applying a layer of talcum powder, and the final scenes may not be perfect. There is a clear half of his back.

In the same way, not every film crew's box lunch is the same as that of directors like Wen Cang and Ding Tingqiu.

If he is a picky eater, he can only starve under high-intensity work. No one has the obligation or the mind to care for him silently like the two fathers and sisters in the family.

This is the first life practice lesson he took after entering the society with the childishness of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

After he asked Ji Zhuoqing not to give him privileges, Ji Zhuoqing didn't ask any more questions, but just said to him: "If you feel that you can't go on, call me anytime, you don't have to eat what other actors have eaten. bitter."

At that time, Wen Hong still didn't understand the deep meaning of his sister's words, looking up at a handsome face rich in collagen, he said to himself: "I can do it myself."

He did.

After wanting to give up many times at the beginning, but being pulled back by the tenacity of refusing to bow his head and ask his sister for help.

Wen Hong changed back to his private clothes, put the brand’s clothes back into the clothes box as they were, and took a shower. Just in time, Wen Cang came back with a meal for him. The moment the door was knocked, he felt like going back to college. The roommates took turns helping to bring the other three people the sense of sight during the meal.

He only had time to put the barrier stickers on, without blowing his hair, and with a towel on his shoulders, wrapped in a bathrobe, he went to open the door.

The faint scent of drunken fragrance and smiling face mixed with the breath of water mist made Wen Cang feel a little dizzy for no reason. As soon as his sight fell on Wen Hong's fair neck that was still stained with water, he quickly moved away. His eyes wandered for a moment. He raised his hand and handed the exquisite and expensive lunch box to Wen Hong.

"Thank you, Director Wen." Wen Hong glanced at the outer packaging. He has been filming in the film and television city all year round, and he is familiar with the surrounding hotels and consumption conditions. He also has a rough estimate of the meal price. He nodded with a smile and said, "I'll send you the WeChat message later."

"No need." Wen Cang pursed his lips and sighed, "You don't need to be so polite to me."

Wen Hong was silent for a moment, raised his hand and scratched his hair sideways to get out of the way: "I can't finish eating by myself, do you... want to go together?"

Although it's not late at night, it's not too early. It's not appropriate to be alone in the same room.Of course, even if Director Wen had something in mind for Wen Hong, he would not do anything because of his childhood upbringing and aloof personality, but he didn't think it was very good, but according to Wen Hong's personality, if he was polite, Wen Hong would Hong would raise his hand and close the door without hesitation and say to him, "Good news, take your time and see you on the set tomorrow."

It's the same as when he made a temporary mark on Wenhong back then, and reservedly said that he would let Wenhong have a good rest, and Wenhong did see off the guests without hesitation.

Wen Cang cleared his throat, and said flatly, "Okay, I just happen to have something to tell you about the script."

Wen Hong said "Oh", curled the corner of his mouth, hesitated for a moment and still didn't say clearly that he had been busy all day and didn't want to talk about work anymore, he just wanted to eat something and go to bed early.

In order to maintain a good mental state and a balanced nutritional intake, Wen Hong, like most Omega stars, has the habit of deliberately controlling his diet. Although he is prone to thin body, he is also quite restrained. He will only take it when he needs to gain weight due to the role. Nutritionists recommend eating relatively high-calorie foods.

Wen Hong put the lunch box on the table, poured a cup of hot water for Wen Cang, went to the bathroom, changed into pajamas, and came out. His hair was only half-dried, and the ends were still a little damp. The soft hair was sticking to his temples obediently. Only the two bangs on the front of the forehead were still curled up rebelliously, Wen Hong couldn't see it and didn't bother to care about it.

He said that he would not eat greasy food at night, so Wen Cang brought him boiled shrimp with dipping sauce, steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice, and four-treasure vegetables. It is exquisite and complete, and Wen Hong didn't know what to do when he saw it.

Wen Cang unpacked the chopsticks in half, handed the exposed end of the chopsticks tail to Wen Hong through the wrapping paper, and took off the package together after he took it.

No one likes to be watched by others while eating, so Wen Cang consciously turned sideways to read the messages received on his mobile phone. These meticulousness and thoughtfulness are also what Wenhong would pay attention to when he was bringing meals for others in the past, but he didn’t expect to be able to do so. Feeling this kind of care twice on the same person, I still feel a little touched in my heart.

He blinked, lowered his head and ate quietly.

Wen Cang glanced here by chance and noticed his untouched boiled shrimp and gloves, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you like seafood?"

"Huh?" Wen Hong swallowed a mouthful of porridge, tilted his head slightly to look at him, "No, I don't eat food with shells, it's not convenient."

No star entertainer would peel the shell and gnaw a mouthful of oil when eating out. This is a basic etiquette and image problem. Of course, Wen Hong himself can't do it at home, because he is too lazy to peel and doesn't like to get his hands sticky. Huhu.The two fathers in the family can only peel shrimps for each other. As for Ji Zhuoqing, in line with the attitude of a domineering younger brother who not only needs to be pampered, but also needs to be manipulated occasionally, most of the shrimps Wenhong peeled before the age of 12 were ordered by Ji Zhuoqing Of course, it was also in her bowl, and Wen Hong decided not to do it again.

Shrimp can not be eaten, and the shells are never peeled.

What he showed was not that he didn't like eating shrimp. Wen Cang thought for a moment, and felt that although 90.00% of the words of that idiot cousin Shi Yanting at home were unbelievable, there were still [-]% that could be listened to. For example, The Omega you like should take the initiative and be gentle.

It was like he was tentatively letting go of his original airs and aloof and conceited attitude. Although the process was difficult to describe, the result was that Wen Hong was not so alienated from him, and he was even able to invite him to dinner.

Although Wenhong's original intention was not this, it can be rounded up.

With Wen Hong's consent, Wen Cang got up and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back, he put on gloves and peeled the prawns unskillfully. Wen Hong looked at it a little suspiciously, but thought it was Wen Cang who wanted to eat it, so he didn't care.

Although Director Wen knows how to eat shrimps, most of them are not made by himself. He has aunts at home and waiters when he goes out to dinners. He is not skilled at peeling shrimps. After peeling the shells, there is not much shrimp meat left. , the appearance does not look very appetizing.

He peeled several times in a row, but it was not very smooth, so he could only put it in the food waste box beside him, but even if he failed, his slow movements still showed a bit of elegance, without impatience and anger, which attracted Wen Hong's attention. I couldn't help but glanced sideways at him a few times, but didn't say anything, and didn't offer to help.

Everything else is fine, not this one.

Not even his sister can instruct him to peel the shrimp, let alone anyone else.

Wen Hong thought so.

After five failures, Director Wen finally peeled off a whole prawn. Wen Hong watched silently beside him and felt a little inspired, but the next second Wen Cang put the prawns on the dish in his hand, showing off for no reason. A little embarrassed: "The boiled shrimp here is not bad, if you don't hate shrimp, you can try it."

Wen Hong blinked in surprise, and under the cover of Director Wen's deliberately flat tone, he still unconsciously showed anticipation in his eyes, took a bite of the shrimp dipping sauce, and praised: "Indeed."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Wen Cang heaved a sigh of relief, and naturally peeled off another one for him. Wen Hong didn't think of stopping it for a while and missed the best opportunity, and a few different feelings slowly flowed in the air. Come.

Wen Hong originally only planned to drink half a bowl of porridge to rest his stomach, but Wen Cang quietly peeled half a plate of shrimp for him, and he was too embarrassed to refuse. Fortunately, the shrimp was small, and Wen Cang was afraid that Wen Hong would not like it. He didn't bring much, and Wen Hong only felt a little bit full after eating, so he quickly cleared the table and thanked Wen Cang.

When Wen Cang got up and was about to leave, he saw that there was only one bottom of the pheromone extract left in the wind chime bottle on Wen Hong's bedside table. Wen Hong, who was aware of his intentions just as he was about to speak, quickly cut off the conversation: "A few days ago please I’ve seen a private doctor, and my condition is almost stable, Director Wen doesn’t need to give me pheromone anymore, it’s not good for your health either.”

He paused, and his voice was softer: "Director Wen, I really don't care about the past, and you really didn't know what was going on with me back then, so you don't have to feel wronged and make up for me, just do whatever you want. Anyway, I still hope to cooperate with Director Wen when I have the opportunity in the future.”

"Not just to make up for it," Wen Cang looked into his eyes, "but also out of my own selfishness."

Wen Hong choked, and instinctively felt that he shouldn't ask any more questions.

Wen Cang smiled very lightly, and didn't continue the topic: "You said let it go... Then can you stop being so alienated from me?"

Wen Hong said "Ah", obviously not wanting to continue discussing this issue with him.

Wen Cang didn't force it, looked at him seriously, and said in a warm voice, "Good night."

Wen Hong was still in a daze when he was lying on the bed, and he raised his hand to touch the place on the back of his neck where the tooth marks had faded long ago, which had been occupied and protected by Qingshan Yuquan with a strong posture.

——Wen Cang's selfishness...

Could it be the effect of the temporary mark?