Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

"That day won't happen." Wen Cang paused, opened his mouth hesitantly, but still didn't add anything.

"A liking based on inspiration and an inspiration based on liking are different," Yu Zhuoyu waited for him for a moment, then continued, "If it's the former, it's unfair to him."

"You are an independent individual. Your mother and I will not interfere with your choices. Every decision you make should be made by yourself, but correspondingly, you need to be prepared to bear the consequences." Judgment Yu Yu didn't even seem to change his elegant and calm tone, "Wen Hong is a good boy, if you make a decision, at least don't let him down."

Wen Cang was silent for a moment and said, "I have never regretted my decision."

Yu Zhuoyu didn't say anything else, and hung up the call after a few simple greetings.

The crystal statue was gently put back to its original position in the center of the desk by Wen Cang, and the clear material reflected its fragile beauty under the light.

The day before Wenhong returned to Jiangbin Jiayuan, he hired a part-time worker to clean the house. Xie Yao also went to the pet shop to pick up the orange for Wenhong. As soon as Wenhong opened the door, he saw a small orange-white cannonball Blowing towards himself - accompanied by a series of mournful meows.

"Oh, orange boy, why are you getting fat again? Dad can't hold you anymore." Wen Hong bent over and took Orange boy into his arms, rubbing the back of its neck comfortingly, letting it yell and push hard. Arch yourself.

I didn’t feel much during the filming, but every time I relaxed after the filming, I felt tired and weak. I was lazy on the sofa and didn’t want to move. I wished I could sleep for three days and three nights. Make it up.

Wen Hong originally just wanted to sit and rest for a while, but he didn't expect to fall into a deep sleep as soon as he leaned on the sofa. When he woke up again, it was after one o'clock in the afternoon the next day. When he opened his eyes, he still felt that his body was heavy and he couldn't breathe , as if being haunted, he took a moment to react before seeing the orange boy lying on his chest.

"Bad boy, I crushed your father to death." Wen Hong yawned and sat up, took Orange Boy's neck off his body, pinched its ears, got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath, too lazy to do it himself Just as I was about to call to order takeaway, I received a call from Wen Cang.

After talking with Yu Zhuoyu last night, Wen Cang introspected for most of the night. He really paid attention to Wen Hong because of a kind of aura and talent that he had been looking for. It also appeared as early as when Wen Hong was considered an Alpha. He believed that it was the liking that ordinary people would praise. Similarly, he did not think that liking and inspiration were things that required a trade-off.

The muse is Wen Hong, and the lover is also Wen Hong, there is no contradiction.

In the group of directors, a colleague who knew that Wen Cang had already finished filming the film in his hand asked Wen Cang if he would go out together to find inspiration, and he was rejected as expected.

He remembered that he wanted to ask Wen Hong something in the crew before, and he almost forgot it after being delayed. When he remembered it again, he saw that it was already afternoon, and he guessed that Wen Hong had no busy announcement during this time, so he called.

Wen Hong looked like he had just woken up, his voice was still a little nasal, and through the earpiece, he could hear the faint sound of water coming from there.

"Wen Cang?" Wen Hong turned on the speaker of the phone and put it on the shelf next to him. He leaned against the bathtub and closed his eyes, and slowly prolonged the sound.

"Well," Wen Cang thought for a while, it seemed that he needed to say a few words of greetings to get to the point, "Are you at home?"

"Of course," Wen Hong didn't expect Director Wen Da to ask such superfluous words, like the kind of half-baked friends who don't ask questions directly, and just send "Are you there?" With a smile in his face, "what? Do you want to come to my house to find me?"

Wen Cang was a little unspeakably unnatural at first, but his tone relaxed after being surrounded by his words: "It's not impossible, if you want."

Wen Hong laughed a few times before asking, "What's the matter?"

"I wanted to ask you on the set before, the cover of the September issue of "Pure", do you want to accept it?" Wen Cang said.

"Huh?" Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Didn't Director Wenda hate people's relationship with others to get resources?"

"Yes, but it doesn't count if I'm in a hurry to deliver it." Wen Cang didn't mind the teasing in his words, and asked along the lines, "Do you want to accept the cover of "Pure"?"

"I don't want to work yet." Wen Hong sighed very low, and changed the subject, "Are you coming over later?"

Wen Cang hadn't planned this when he called, but after hearing his question, he remembered the question from the director group, and had a vague idea in his mind, so he answered: "Okay."

"Then bring me a meal when you come over?" Wen Hong sat up and reached for the phone on the shelf. During his movements, the water in the trailer overflowed and fell to the ground with a loud splash, "I just woke up , When I came back yesterday, I didn’t expect to lie down on the sofa and fall asleep until now, “Look, if Bruce wants to play with Orange, he can bring him here. "

"Okay." He turned on the loudspeaker, and Wen Cang could naturally hear what was happening on his side, but he didn't ask much. After asking what Wen Hong wanted to eat, he hung up the phone and packed up to go out.

Wen Cang almost never took Bruce out by himself, and Bruce didn't like to get close to him, so when he took out the cat bag and put it on the ground, there was a silent stalemate for a few minutes. One person and one cat faced each other silently for a moment, and Wen Cangfu said to his heart: " Go to Wenhong's house", Bruce stepped into the cat bag with graceful steps to save face.

Wen Cang: "..."

so useful?

The person on duty today is the security captain who was on New Year's Eve before. Wen Hong told him in advance, and Wen Cang drove through the community smoothly, but Wen Cang could clearly feel the complicated expression on his face, it was nothing to see The expression of a serious person.

The food was ordered by Wen Cang in a hotel outside and brought over. Wen Hong only changed into home clothes when he came to open the door. He didn't even dry his hair, and it was softly pasted to his ears, and the fresh aroma mixed with water vapor was on his face. , Wen Cang was also in a trance for a moment.

Wen Hong took the things from him and put them on the table, brought him a new pair of slippers, took the cat bag and put it next to Juzi's nest, and opened the cat bag.

Originally thought that Juzai would be happy to see a friend who had been with him for a while, but seeing Wenhong's action of taking Bruce out of the cat bag, he quickly jumped off the TV cabinet and rushed to Wenhong's feet, furious. He called out to Bruce.

But Bruce has the same calmness as his master. He glanced at Juzai, slowly raised his head and gave Wenhong a cute "meow", which caused Wenhong to rub his chin, and took advantage of the situation. After rubbing his palms, he jumped out of Wen Hong's arms and lay down on the soft blanket spread in front of Ju Zai's nest.

"Meow!" Orange Boy began to swear, but it might be because although he has grown a lot, he is still a little smaller than Bruce, so he seems a bit lacking in momentum.

"Bruce sheds a lot of hair." Wen Cang noticed the interaction between the two cats here, and saw Wen Hong get up and walk towards him before he said, "He may only be acting like a baby to you, but try not to get all hairy, very Difficult to manage."

"Bruce only treats me like a baby?" Wen Hong sat down opposite Wen Cang, and began to tear open the meal that Wen Cang brought him.

"Yes." The cat I have raised for several years does not get close to me, but flatters others tightly. It seems a bit embarrassing to say it, but it doesn't seem to matter that this "other" is Wen Hong.

Wen Hong blinked, and couldn't help but said: "Then when will Bruce's master act like a baby to me?"

Wen Cang looked at him for a moment, lowered his eyes to serve him some food, and wanted to avoid the topic. Wen Hong saw Director Wen Da's ears that seemed to be a little red, and bit the tip of his chopsticks and smiled lightly.

Neither of them said anything during the meal, and Wen Hong cleared the table without eating much.

"Is it not to your liking?" Wen Cang waited for him to come back before asking.

"Huh? No," Wen Hong looked at Wen Cang suspiciously, and explained, "It's true that you can't eat too much. But it may be because you have been an actor for so many years and you have to keep in shape for your role."

"What's your plan for the itinerary for the second half of the year?" Wen Cang followed him to sit on the sofa.

"I want to rest for half a month before thinking about it," Wen Hong sighed, and sat cross-legged next to Wen Cang, "During non-working hours, can Director Wen Da not talk to me about work?"

Wen Cang pursed his lips.

——He suddenly discovered that without the script, without the movie, without those artistic creations, he couldn't find anything to chat with Wen Hong.

"Then you..." Wen Cang cleared his throat, and his voice became softer, "What do you want to talk about?"

Wen Hong moved his neck and made a few crisp sounds, pondered for a moment, then suddenly knelt up and raised his legs to sit straddling Wen Cang, with his hands resting on the back of the sofa behind his shoulders, and said with a smile: "Let's have a relationship."

After he finished speaking, before Wen Cang could react, he lowered his eyelashes, lowered his head and tentatively pecked Wen Cang's lips, and the experienced Alpha nimbly raised his hand and pressed the back of his head to counterattack, prying open his teeth and deepening his mouth. took this kiss.

Wen Hong's eyelashes trembled a little, revealing a fragility beyond his control, which made Wen Cang reluctant to look away for a while.

——He is so spiritual at any time, how can there be a day when he is no longer my muse?

Wen Hong's lips were a little numb, and Wen Cang pinched his waist and couldn't withdraw, so he had to bite his lip hard, turning his head slightly to widen the distance between the two of them.

Pain sometimes becomes a thrust to deepen Alpha's impulse.

Wen Hong opened his eyes, looking at Shang Wen Cang's black pupils with a certain sense of encroachment, he instinctively felt some kind of danger, he flexed and stretched his gaze away, and bent down to lie on Wen Cang's shoulders, with the tip of his chin lightly resting on his shoulder socket , yawned at the right time, and said with a nasal voice: "I'm sleepy, do you want to take a nap together?"