Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

Wen Cang's fingertips gently rubbed the back of his neck through the hair, his eyes fell on the small mole on the side of his fair neck, and he took a few deep breaths to calm down the urge to be easily hooked by him: "Sleep. "

But when he lay down on the bed, he suddenly lost sleepiness.

Wen Hong rarely lets others come to his home, let alone a completely private space like his bedroom.He hesitated a little when he got off Wen Cang's body and led the people upstairs.

The time we worked together in the crew was almost two years, so Wen Cang could naturally notice his micro-expression.

"Go to sleep." Standing by the bed, Wen Cang could feel that Wen Hong was indeed exhausted from filming, "I'm going to the living room."

"How can there be such a way of hospitality?" Wen Hong sat up vigorously, reaching out to grab Wen Cang's wrist, "Why don't you talk to me for a while?"

Wen Cang followed his strength and sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Wen Hong for a moment, and finally sighed with some regret: "I have never tried to chat with people about creation, which seems to be something other than work."

Wen Hong thought back for a while and realized that the time when he and Wen Cang really resonated most was when the crew was filming and discussing the script.

He blinked, let Wen Cang lean on the head of the bed, grabbed a soft pillow and put it on his lap, consciously found a comfortable position to pillow on, looked at Wen Cang who was a little suspicious for a while, raised his eyebrows Slyly said: "Then I will ask you to answer."

Obviously, Director Wen Da seldom had such intimate behaviors with others. Even the kiss was learned from Wen Hong when he grabbed his collar last time, but he just stiffened for a moment and then naturally raised his hand to protect his leg. On the side of Wen Hong's ear, it was like Alpha's innate biological instinct when treating his own Omega: "Okay."

"The first question——" Wen Hong grabbed Wen Cang's left hand on his waist, pinched it between his sculpted and beautiful knuckles, and then covered his own hand to compare with him. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help it. I couldn't think of what to ask, and then I wrinkled my nose and laughed, and sighed, "Forget it, I can't think of what to ask either."

Wen Cang's gaze was always on Wen Hong's face, seeing his smile that was brighter than Xia Ri's, and the hand protecting his ear gently brushed his hair that was still damp at the temples: "Why don't you blow it dry?"

"Forgot," Wen Hong felt a little itchy from the movement of his fingertips, and couldn't help turning his face to hide, "Blowing too dry will hurt your hair."

In fact, he himself was too lazy to blow it carefully.

"But if you don't dry it, you will get a headache." Wen Cang held his hand instead, and his eyes fell on his wrist. The light scar left by the accident during filming has faded a lot, but it can still be seen if you look closely.

"Didn't you say you don't know how to talk to people about things other than work? How can you keep in good health?" Wen Hong raised his eyebrows.

Wen Cang held his wrist and kissed lightly on the shallow scar, thought for a moment and said: "Maybe...the aunt at home talked a lot when I was young, so I wrote it down and made it a habit."

"Then when you were young, did you also talk about art and those high-end things with other classmates and children?" Wen Hong became interested and lay down a little bit.

"Of course not," Wen Cang laughed, "I forgot, I shouldn't talk much at that time."

"Is it the 'other people's child' as the parents said?" Wen Hong blinked.

"In a sense, yes." His eyes are too beautiful, it's hard for people to restrain themselves from sinking in such focused eyes, Wen Canghu's hand on the side of his face couldn't help it The end of his eyes touched, "Aren't you, Mr. Wen?"

Wen Hong is Ji Zhuoqing's younger brother, and also the second largest shareholder of Tianying. Regardless of his status as an artist, he can be called a "general manager".

"Did Director Wen have any misunderstandings about me?" Wen Hong smiled with his eyes bent, "When I was young, I often went out to fight with my sister, but my fathers didn't know it."

"Is this how you trained your skills?" Wen Cang remembered something.

"Not at all," Wen Hong thought for a while, "I should have told you before that my sister and I practiced fighting together since we were young, and we also went to the Alpha class."

He did say it - when Wen Cang made the second temporary mark for him during the filming of "Ming Guang".

Wen Cang didn't continue to ask this topic, but remembered the inquiry he saw in the group before going out, and asked him carefully: "Is there any place you want to go but don't have time to go because of work?"

"Huh?" Wen Hong narrowed his eyes, "Are you going to take me on a trip?"

"You can also say that." Wen Cang responded, "But it may be a little troublesome in China, and you can easily be recognized by fans on the street."

Wen Hong has hardly traveled by himself since his debut. Firstly, his work does not allow him to rest for too long, just like a candidate who does not practice for a few days. He will regress, and secondly, his popularity has been rising since he won the best actor in Canglan, which is considered half of the "traffic". Go out, not to mention his work density has not been low.

He thought for a while, and tentatively said, "Then, how about going to see the aurora?"

"Country D?" Wen Cang recalled that she mentioned this place when she met Wen Xu backstage at Elizabeth's fashion show.

"It's all right." Wen Hong lay a little tired, turned over, "It's okay to be recognized, there won't be fans chasing so far, right?"

"Well, how much rest time can you spare?"

"I don't know the details. I have to discuss the next itinerary with Di Ge." Wen Hong looked up at him, but because of the angle, he could only see his beautiful jaw and Adam's apple, and he felt itchy. How long?"

"If it conflicts with your working time, will you accommodate my time?" Wen Cang asked without answering.

Wen Hong frowned, without much hesitation: "No."

Wen Cang was not surprised to get his answer, and brought the topic back: "It won't take long to just see the aurora, so follow your itinerary."

"You don't need to accommodate me," Wen Hong frowned, "There is no reason why anyone should accommodate anyone."

"Yeah." Wen Cang smiled, and unconsciously caressed his shoulder blades with his fingers.

Reminded by him, Wen Hong thought for a moment and got up and took his mobile phone to call Di Lang, discussing with him the announcement arrangements for the next month.

Di Lang was less than ten years older than Wen Hong, but when he received a call, he learned that he was actively asking about work arrangements in order to spare time to travel with Wen Cang, or whether he suddenly gave birth to a kind of precious jadeite that had been raised for many years. Feeling so bad that the cabbage was being pushed, I couldn't speak for a long time.

He sighed vicissitudes of life, a little wanting to smoke: "Do your sister and your father know?"

"I don't know," Wen Hong said naturally, "I plan to tell them during the Chinese New Year. They should be more pleasantly surprised."

Di Lang: "."

Whoa, that was a big surprise.

"I can only assure you that you will not have any announcements in the next month. The promotional advertisements required by the brand side can also be postponed. The quality of the recent script invitations is not bad, but after you get the golden brown If you go to the performance, the price will drop, and I didn’t answer it for you. If I see a good one later, I’ll send it to you directly. You can decide for yourself, and the call must be kept smooth.” Di Lang paused, and then said, “It’s nothing to go out to play, be careful not to I was photographed, especially by those bad media, so feel free to tell me if you have any questions. Also, you didn’t post a blog when you won the Golden Palm Award last time, and you haven’t been in business for several months. Remember to set up a business before you go out.”

"Okay." Wen Hong responded quickly, threw the phone away on the bed and then lay back in Wen Cang's arms, lamenting, "I don't know what to send for business."

However, for this problem, Director Wen Da couldn't give him any substantive solution. Director Wen's own Weibo update frequency is in units of years.

But since I said it, I won't waste any more time, Wen Hong tidied up his clothes, opened half of the curtains to let the light into the room, leaned against the window sill and asked Wen Cang to take a picture of him.

@文洪: Happy weekend/[小阳光]/[Image]

comment:

@忍洪: Ahhhhhhhhhhhh brother!happy weekend! ! /[kiss]

@洪影: Bobobo! ! !Brother, you are so handsome! ! !Finally it’s not a self-portrait, thank you sister Yaoyao/[流泪]

@心有港v: The plain makeup of our great actor is too handsome 8! ! ! ! ! /[vision]

@文鸿的妻子: My husband also looks good in a white T-shirt! ! !Do you have a link to the same style? Give me a dozen!

@一级流浪赛：Hey, the red booth outside the window looks familiar, isn’t it the neighborhood I thought of?Sure enough, Brother Hong is so rich, it’s a place I can’t afford to live in/[Surprised]

@飞燕归洪v Reply to @一级流浪者：Pay attention to works and not privacy, please don’t pick up others/[smile]

@社会我洪哥v: Hong, you are so handsome! ! ! !When will you marry me? !

@摩洁的细色球 Reply to @社会我洪哥v: Brother Society, you should come back!Do you have the nerve to compete with the Hongcheng sisters for your brother? /[Back to the original beauty.jpg]

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He looked at the comment area, and let it be if he didn't pick out a few to reply to. He yawned and put his phone on the bedside table, then turned around and knelt on the bed with one leg, lazily lying on Wen Cang's body.

Wen Cang was thrown by him so he couldn't sit still, and leaned on the head of the bed. Just as he was about to raise his hand to support him, he saw the man lying on top of him propped himself up, throwing away the soft pillow and lying forward a little, squinting as if studying something. Look, then lowered his head and lightly bit his Adam's apple.

Wen Cang: "!"

Like a signal of a warm invitation, it provokes Alpha's reserve and rationality.

Wen Cang pinched the back of the man's neck with one hand and slightly forced him to let go of his mouth and lean back a little distance, and supported his waist with one hand and turned over and pressed the man under him.

Wen Hong's subconscious "Hey" was swallowed between his lips, and because he was too close, he could clearly feel the change of Alpha, and belatedly realized that he seemed a little too flirtatious.

It's not that it is not reported, the time has not come.

"Take a nap?" Wen Cang bit down on his lower lip, deliberately emphasizing the syllable of the word "sleep" while panting.

Wen Hong: "..."

Wen Hong: "I'm not sleepy anymore."