Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

The next morning, the group went back to the crew to continue filming. #文洪金皮奖最终男主# This hot search that has been hanging around for a day is only the studio’s photo of Wenhong accepting the award. The copywriting, and the rest are all the same manuscripts of the major marketing accounts. Even the interviews from the major media that flocked to Wenhong were directly rejected by Di Lang, and it seemed that there was no difference from the state before the award.

"Not bad, not bad, very calm," Fang Jinyan patted Wen Hong's shoulder full of praise when the scene was taking a break, "I think I was a little floating when I won the Palme d'Or back then."

Fang Jinyan is a typical example of thick and thin hair. His works and acting skills have been accumulated very early. He won three domestic gold awards for best actor in one go. He is a veritable three-gold actor. Later, he developed abroad. Award, such an achievement is rarely surpassed by anyone in China.

"How can I compare with Brother Fang?" Wen Hong shook his head with a helpless smile, and when he turned his face, he saw Shi Yanting sitting on the ponytail holding Fang Jinyan's script and studying carefully, so he raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyebrows a little Voice, "You should train Xiao Shi well now."

"Shh, it's you," Fang Jinyan's eyes fell on Shi Yanting, his eyes became very soft, and he frowned and said to Wen Hong as if condemning, "did you tell Xiaoting about it when we went to country C for two days? What? When I came back, he asked me for a trophy to watch. I said he didn’t want to give it to him. After watching it, he started to read the script that I had taken notes every day like this. Willing to get too close to me."

Wen Hong blinked, thinking of something, a little smile appeared on his lips: "He wants to catch up with you, King Fang."

Fang Jinyan was stunned for a moment, Wen Hong stopped clicking, didn't say anything, turned and went to the chief director's lounge.

"It will be finished in about half a month," Wen Cang put down the notice sheet in his hand, and turned to look at Wen Hong, "What do you plan to do after that?"

"Plan?" Wen Hong yawned, leaned back lazily, closed his eyes and said, "Let's take a break first, I used to try my best to get stuck before my fixed break time."

"Huh?" Wen Cang didn't react, and sat closer to him.

Wen Hong opened his eyes, glanced at the door, then turned to look at Wen Cang with a smile, lowered his volume and said lazily with a long tail: "Oestrus, Brother Wen Cang."

He is still wearing costumes, eye makeup is still on, and even his overall state seems to have left a little bit of the charm of Qiu Yun in the drama when he received customers in the brothel, which is a bit different from his usual calm and calm, but Strangely, it does not violate the harmony, but there is some inexplicable and bewitching meaning in it.

"..." Wen Cang paused, his ears numb from his voice, his throat felt a little itchy for a while, but he remembered something, and looked at Wen Hong seriously, "Wen Hong, are you... ...haven't played yet?"

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, raised his fingers and rubbed his forehead, "Maybe—but I do have to rest for a while after I finish filming, are you going to prepare for the next play?"

"I haven't thought it through yet," Wen Cang shook his head, "The later stage of this drama is not as troublesome as "Reversal", but it still needs to be watched."

"Oh." Wen Hong nodded, closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa, had a chat with Wen Cang, and soon began to feel sleepy.

Wen Cang just wanted to ask him, "Do you have any ideas for the cover of the September issue of Pure?", but when he turned his head, he saw the man lying on the sofa and fell asleep, so he stopped talking, got up and closed the door of the lounge. After closing it, he put the coat on him when he came back.

He has been busy with filming, and he still has time to attend the ceremony. After winning the award, a large number of media reporters held up their microphones and shot him in the face. He didn't have any time to breathe. He really needed to take a break.

Wen Cang stared at him for a moment, a little lost in thought, raised his hand and gently brushed a lock of hair hanging over his eyes to his sideburns, and keenly smelled a trace of drunkenness and smile inadvertently leaking out of the air.

……

It was afternoon when the film crew finished filming, and the studios of the two leading actors organized food trucks to support them. After the filming of the film crew, the staff began to take photos with the two leading actors one by one.

Director Wen’s crew has never been short of money, and the finale banquet also directly booked the nearby hotel for the entire cast and crew to eat, but because of Wen Hong’s virtue of being drunk and shameless, persuading him to drink is strictly prohibited, not only does he not drink red wine, He also personally and quietly replaced the red wine in front of Wen Hong with fruit wine with low alcohol content.

Wen Hong didn't speak when he found out, he just sipped a few sips of fruit wine with a smile on his face, and turned his face from time to time to look playfully at Director Wen Da who was sitting upright with a reserved and calm face.

"Ah Hong, come on, fill up." Fang Jinyan, who was sitting on Wen Cang's right, saw that the little wine in Wen Hong's glass was empty, and handed over a half bottle of opened red wine, "It's the first time we've known each other for so many years. Let's have a drink."

Apart from the prohibition of persuasion, there are no other rules for the news directors at the finale banquet, and the actors at the same table are all chatting about their own things, but no one pays attention to this.

Ever since Wen Cang smelled Fang Jinyan's pheromones on Wen Hong because of his rivalry, he has always been allergic to red wine. No red wine."

Fang Jinyan looked at Wenhong suspiciously: "Really? How do I remember that I had a drink with you once at the company's annual meeting two years ago?"

Wen Hong was also a little confused, but after taking a look at Wen Cang, he nodded along and said, "Indeed, I haven't been drinking much recently."

Fang Jinyan didn't force it, and didn't care about the unusual atmosphere between the two of them——Shi Yanting secretly chatted with the Alpha actor next to him to ask for a drink, but he caught him, and dragged him back by his chair. Next to him, he asked the waiter to replace him with fruit wine with low alcohol content.

"Why don't I know when I will stop drinking red wine?" Wen Hong saw that Fang Jinyan's attention had shifted to Shi Yanting, so he turned to look at Wen Cang, raised his eyebrows and said, "Director Wen?"

Wen Cang looked away unnaturally, cleared his throat, and said as calmly as possible: "You don't look good when you drink, and you get drunk easily."

"Ah, is that so?" Wen Hong said so, but his face was full of "I don't believe it".

He has a different relationship with Wen Cang now. Director Wen Da's directorial airs and aloof aura are useless to him when he is off-screen.

Wen Cang was also aware of this, sighed lowly, and answered irrelevant questions: "In the future, when filming, let your opponent actors restrain their pheromones. This is the basic quality of practitioners."

Wen Hong watched him react for a while before he realized what Wen Cang meant by beating around the bush.

Converging your pheromones is of course a basic quality, but during the filming process, due to the high-intensity shooting tasks and long-term rival scenes, it is not realistic to ensure 100% of the pheromones will not be released. Occasionally, information from rival actors Su is also common, and it will dissipate soon, but Wen Hong himself doesn't know when he was smelled by Director Wen Da.

After Wen Cang said this, he also felt that he was a little unreasonable, so he coughed lightly, and raised his hand to pick up a chopstick for Wen Hong: "Do you want to eat shrimp?"

"Don't eat." Wen Hong smiled and blinked, "I will pay attention to it in the future."

Wen Cang's original intention was that he was jealous and didn't want Wen Hong to have too much contact with Fang Jinyan, not to ask Wen Hong to pay attention to anything, but he opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain to Wen Hong, so he choked out A "huh".

The two of them didn't find a chance to stay alone until the end of the finale banquet, especially Di Lang's years of professional sensitivity made him aware of something, and he stuck to the precise time of the banquet, stood next to Wen Hong, and was polite to Wen Cang. He thanked him politely and said goodbye, but Wen Cang swallowed the sentence he wanted to say to Wen Hong, "You have drunk, I will take you back later", and said calmly, "Wen Hong is a Good actor, I have the opportunity to continue to work together in the future."

Wen Hong couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled, raised his eyes and smiled at Wen Cang with a nod to say goodbye, then turned and went out with Di Lang.

Wen Cang had just watched Wen Hong leave the hotel when he received a message from him.

[Musae]: I remember, Director Wen is not someone who can speak official language/[Hey Ha]

[Wen Cang]: Indeed, there is no need for other people's agents.

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look out the car window and laughed silently with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Wen Hong," Di Lang was in the driver's seat. The inner ring of City A in the evening was also congested as usual. While waiting, he looked in the rearview mirror and happened to see Wen Hong smiling after reading the message on his phone. He couldn't help it. Ask him out loud, "Are you in love?"

After returning from E City, Di Lang was most worried about him, not because he was worried that Wen Hong would fall in love, but at least he had to have a bottom line in his heart as an agent, just in case, if he was squatted out by some paparazzi media Yes, it’s better to get rid of the public relations in time. I didn’t ask before because I didn’t want to affect Wen Hong’s filming. Now that it’s finished, I don’t have so many worries, so I gave Xie Yao and Chen An a vacation early and came to pick Wen Hong up.

Wen Hong came back to his senses, did not respond to Di Lang immediately, and lowered his head to send a message to Wen Cang.

[Musae]: If someone asked, would you want to make it public?

He thought Wen Cang would think it over carefully, but he didn't expect to receive a reply in the next second.

[Wen Cang]: The decision is yours.

Wen Hong lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly, turned off the screen, looked up at the rearview mirror, met Di Lang's gaze reflected from the rearview mirror, and said naturally, "Yes."

"With whom?" Di Lang was a little surprised, but not surprised.

"Wen Cang."

Di Lang frowned, puzzled by Wen Hong's love interest: "What are you trying to do?"

Wen Hong twisted his neck, pretending to ponder: "Maybe... just because he looks good."

Di Lang: "."

Seeing Di Lang's indescribable expression, Wen Hong couldn't help but sighed with a smile: "This is not filming. How can we clearly understand the specific emotional points of the characters? It's just because it's him, and there is nothing to draw."

"When do you want to make it public, tell me in advance, so that I can discuss with the PR department how to minimize the loss of your fans." Di Lang shook his head and said nothing else, "If you have anything else, tell me , if you accidentally get photographed, I can deal with it for you."

"Idols are disqualified because they follow the idol route of giving boys and girls a beautiful love fantasy, but I am not," Wen Hong said calmly, knowing what he was doing, "My job is to put good characters in good dramas. I want to bring the work to the public instead of trading my private life and emotions as commodities. If there is a day when it will be made public, then there is no need to do PR to win back fans."

At the same time, after Wen Cang returned home, he also told Wen Xu and Yu Zhuoyu about himself and Wen Hong.

Due to work and temperament, Wen Xu and Yu Juoyu had very little participation in Wen Cang's growing up and life, and they never interfered with any of his choices, so they didn't react too much. Only his Omega father would follow his instincts. A few words of concern for this son.

"Why?" Yu Zhuoyu's voice was as gentle as ever, with the power to make people listen to him involuntarily.

"He is my muse." Wen Cang lowered his eyes, and lightly stroked the crystal statue on the desk with his fingertips. The cool touch was particularly refreshing in the early summer night.

"Then what if one day, he is not the source of inspiration you need in your creation?" Yu Zhuoyu asked.