Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

Of course, the provocative consequences of life and death will all be fulfilled by Mr. Xiaowen himself.

This is not the period when the two of them are still reserved when they have just established a relationship, and there is no need to worry about any unexpected situations that will disturb their lingering love. All the temptations, suspicions and uncertainties have crushed and indulged in this In an extremely dripping joy.

Wen Cang can feel that Wen Hong is more proactive in teasing and responding than when he was traveling in country D. Wen Hong can also feel that Wen Cang seems to have a different sense of strength and greed from before. Much pyrotechnics, along with the omega pheromones lingering around him.

Wen Hong clasped his shoulders tightly with his fingers, and opened his eyes in the short panting between the two, but his eyes filled with water vapor had an extremely clear expression at this moment. In the sight of his devouring strong desire, he swallowed back a low moan when the two were floating and sinking together on the peak of this pleasure, he lowered his eyelashes, rubbed Wen Cang's lips almost inaudibly and asked him——

"If one day I stop filming, if I stop being your muse..."

But in the next moment, he was swept away by the surging pleasure, and swallowed the remaining half of the question between the lips and teeth of the two, and the tears that slid down from the corners of the red eyes mixed with the sweat oozing from the temples.

——Then do you still understand what your feelings for me are?

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It was noon on the fourth day when Wen Hong fully returned to his sanity, and he was refreshed, and the bedding in the room had been changed. I still have to praise Director Wen Da for his learning ability. In the past three days, even the nutrient solution Wen Cang personally fed it to him.

This is different from the effect of the massager, at least he can control the massager himself so that he won't feel sore and weak all over his body, but it's true that Alpha is more comfortable.

There was no sign of Wen Cang in the bedroom, so Wen Hong walked downstairs slowly while supporting his waist. When he smelled the aroma coming from the kitchen, he almost thought he was hallucinating from excessive indulgence.

Until he watched Director Wen Da come out wearing his casual clothes and holding a porcelain pot, he still felt a little unreal.

"Are you awake?" Even if there is no sign, the smell of pheromones between the two of them has been mixed together for the past three days. Wen Cang could feel that it was Wen Hong who came downstairs without turning his head.

"Yeah." Wen Hong responded aloud. He realized that his throat hurt badly. He stepped on cotton slippers and walked slowly to the dining room, pulled out a chair and sat down. He took water from Wen Cang's hand and drank to moisten his throat. Only then did he lift the lid of the jar and take a look inside, and said unexpectedly, "You made it?"

"Yes." Wen Cang nodded, "Snow pear soup with rock sugar is good for your throat. I tasted it just now, and there is no paste, but the sugar is relatively small, so it may not be very sweet."

Wen Hong, who is sweet or not, doesn't care much. He doesn't like sweets at first, but he really didn't expect Director Wen Da to dip his fingers in the spring water for him one day.

The range hood in the kitchen was still on, and Wen Hong looked in the direction of the kitchen: "What else?"

Hearing him ask such a question, Wen Cang had an unnatural look on his face, but he didn't hide it: "I ordered a meal at the restaurant you often go to and let them deliver it, but it's a bit cold, I'll follow it According to the internet, heat it in a steamer."

"Not bad," Wen Hong raised his eyebrows and smiled, "When I just woke up, I was wondering if I had to come down to cook a meal."

Wen Cang's ears were a little red, and he filled a white porcelain bowl with pear soup with rock sugar and handed it to him, and said softly, "I won't use it in the future."

Wen Hong's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't have the heart to tease his promise, which was so love-like. He picked up the bowl and quietly drank the not-so-sweet rock sugar pear soup. Omega who just passed the estrus period can't eat greasy food. Wen Cang only recalled his usual eating preferences and ordered some light dishes in the Taobaoju.

Director Wen Da still did the dishes after the meal, and when he put all the dishes into the disinfection cabinet and came out, Wen Hong was lying on the sofa drowsy.

It's winter now, and it's rare to have such a sunny day. The floor-to-ceiling windows are half-opened, and the sheer curtains are also drawn, allowing the outside sunlight to shine into the house through the evergreen courtyard.

Half of Wen Hong's face was sunken in the loose collar, and the pale golden sunlight could barely fall on half of his temple hair. Orange Zi didn't like to go out when it was cold, so he lay on Wen Hong's abdomen and acted as a cat for Wen Hong. Xing warm hand treasure, with its tail wrapped around his wrist, from time to time, he meows coquettishly at Wenhong, asking Wenhong to scratch his chin, such a beautiful scene of time and tranquility is as beautiful as in a movie.

If it was a year ago, or half a year ago, the director of the filming crew of "Ming Guang" would record this scene for the first time, and then go to appreciate and analyze the composition of the golden ratio, the relationship between people and objects, and the color tone. .

But at this time, Wen Hong did not inspire director Wen Da's creation, and his first reaction was no longer "this person should bloom under my lens".

This kind of picture is so contagious that people can't help but fall into it together, and Wen Cang can't stay out of the matter and use his usual perspective as a director to analyze it.

The heating in the living room is not as good as that in the bedroom, and the floor-to-ceiling windows have been opened for ventilation. Although the sun is shining brightly, the winter wind outside the window still carries a biting chill.

Wen Cang walked softly to Wen Hong's side, sat down next to him, touched his face with the back of his hand, and lowered his voice, "Aren't you going back to the bedroom to sleep? It's easy to catch cold if you fall asleep here."

Although Wen Hong was half-asleep and half-awake, he was too lazy to move. He murmured "Hmm" twice, and when the sun hit his eyelids, he tilted his head uncomfortably, and buried his face in the gap at the corner of the sofa.

Wen Cang doesn't come to Wenhong's house very often, and the most familiar place besides the living room and dining room is probably the bedroom, as if every time he comes here for some unspeakable purpose, this kind of thinking makes him feel a little bit It's funny.

He got up and went to Wenhong's bedroom, hugged the softer blanket off the bed, took Orange from Wenhong's arms to sit on the sofa next to him, and covered him with the blanket.

Wen Hong slept lightly, and woke up after being tossed by him. He opened his eyes and looked at the blanket on his body, then raised his face to look at Wen Cang for a while, sat up and moved to the side of the sofa to make room for Wen Cang. Wen Cang didn't bother about taking a seat, and sat down in the vacant seat he vacated, lying down with him under a blanket.

With Wen Cang present, Wen Hong rested his head on his shoulder with a peaceful mind, turned his head and buried his face in his chest, Wen Cang knowingly put his palms on his eyes, shielding him from the glare of the sun.

The scent of drunkenness and smile is nostalgicly intertwined with the green mountains and jade springs, like the person in his arms showing a very rare docile side, leaning against his chest defenselessly.

Wen Hong is a rare good actor. He is a hard-working and talented player that all directors will favor. His talent comes from his own accumulation of strict requirements for himself over the years. Complacent about his own advantages, he unconditionally trusts his crew and colleagues, obeys all instructions of the director he approves, and can achieve the ultimate.

She is the perfect muse that Wen Cang never imagined.

In life, Wen Hong is casual and generous, making people willing to get close to him, but only when he really gets close to him can he know that he is a person who will stick to his principles and not blindly accommodate others. His arrogance lies in his bottom line of personality.Similarly, he in life is not as perfect as he is at work, but this does not reduce people's good impression of him, and it actually changed Wen Cang invisibly.

For example, peeling shrimp, such as the trip to the aurora that has completely become a tourist destination, and for example, he rejected the resources of fashion magazines given to him by Wen Cang, and took over the shooting of TV dramas he was interested in without hesitation, instead of waiting to become The perfect male lead in Wen Cang's next play.

His trajectory has never been under Wen Cang's control, and has never been handed over to Wen Cang, even though the two of them have had negative distance relationships several times now.

But thinking about it carefully, Wen Cang was not at all unhappy about such changes and things beyond his control.

If you are good at acting, you are good at directing. Maybe one day in the future, Wen Hong will get tired of his over-consumed acting career and turn to work as a behind-the-scenes director, which should not surprise Wen Cang much.

What needs to be admitted is that even if he just hugged and slept with Wen Hong on the sofa in the living room full of sunshine, and wasted an afternoon of time, he still felt happy about it. This is the reason why he confused life and work in the past A feeling that has never been experienced in artistic creation.

It's the aura called "tenderness" that he will let the protagonists perform in the movie.

——"What if one day, he is not the source of inspiration you need in your creation?"

This is what Yu Zhuoyu asked him before. At that time, he avoided answering this question directly, but now, he vaguely has the answer.

An Omega who has just passed the estrus period will involuntarily develop a feeling of dependence on Alpha. This is reflected in Wen Hong, who justly uses Director Wen Da as a humanoid pillow, enjoys his massage services, and orders him to give himself without any psychological burden. Peel the shrimp.

Director Wen Da still had no emotion on his face, but he was indeed very happy.

Although it was a holiday, after Wen Hong woke up in the afternoon, he still read the script for a few hours, and asked Wen Cang to accompany him for a while. It's a side dish that I usually make simply when I'm at home, and it's quite satisfactory.

Some of the flowers on the roof terrace are in winter, and they are already in bloom now. It is quite pleasing to the eye, and they can still be tenaciously bright under Wenhong's free-range planting.

After the winter, the orange boy is unwilling to move. He either stays in Wenhong's arms and acts coquettishly or takes a nap in his own nest. Seeing that he has gained weight again, Wenhong gently paws it with his toes and doesn't respond to it. Wen Hong, who has become lazy, looks a little like him, but at this time, the orange is very easy to take care of. After the two owners went back to the room early, it will not follow and scratch the door like it did a few months ago.

Wen Hong was dealing with the news from Di Lang at night, and the study was given over to Wen Cang to work. It was almost nine o'clock before the two of them finished their affairs and went back to the bedroom.

"New Year's Eve will be in two days. What are your plans?" Wen Hong lay on Wen Cang's chest with his body crooked, with one leg resting on Wen Cang's.

"Our family is not on holiday," Wen Cang looked down at him, "so they won't go back to City A, and I won't go there to disturb their world."

Wen Hong blinked, put down his phone and looked up to meet his gaze: "It sounds pitiful."

Wen Cang smiled and said nothing.

Wen Hong sat up, pinched Wen Cang's chin lightly with his fingers, made a foolish look, and said nonchalantly: "Then this handsome Alpha guy who is not taken in, go home with Master for the New Year?"