Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

"What are you looking at? Ding Tingqiu didn't understand Wen Cang's charade, so he turned to Wen Hong in doubt.

"I joined the filming team some time ago, and the cat at home was not taken care of, so I sent it to Brother Wen to take care of it." Wen Hong smiled, explained to Ding Tingqiu before responding to Wen Cang, "Okay. "

"Hey, when did you two get along so well?" Ding Tingqiu took a look at the two of them unexpectedly.

"It's always been so good." Wen Hong raised his eyebrows, raised his wine glass and made a toast to Wen Cang, and didn't see whether Wen Cang drank or not, and drank the red wine in the glass by himself.

After agreeing to go to Wen Dao's house to watch cats, Wen Hong asked Di Lang to go back first. Manager Di hesitated to speak and looked at his artist who had thrown out, and sighed.

"You take his car when you go back?" Di Lang called Wen Hong to a place where there were no people nearby and asked him in a low voice.

"En." Wen Hong nodded of course.

"Then don't be photographed by the media," Di Lang sighed helplessly, "There are still many fans of yours squatting at you outside today."

"I know." Wen Hong smiled, "I'll go back to the film and television city tomorrow morning. If you have anything to do, please leave a message. Brother Di, you should go back early to take care of your sister-in-law."

Wen Hong and Wen Cang didn't stay for too long. Before they left, they wanted to have a chat with Xu Ying who was the center of attention tonight, but they couldn't find anyone after scanning the venue. I sent him a message a few hours ago—Mr. Xie, an evil capitalist, relied on his privileges to enter the venue and coax people home.

When Wen Hong and Xu Ying sat together at the awards ceremony before, they chatted from time to time, and didn't pay much attention to the other shortlisted artists. Now when I was looking for Xu Ying at the venue, I found that Yu Zhou was also wearing an evening gown and holding an Alpha With a smile on his arms, he talked with the directors of several shortlisted dramas.

The eyes of the two met from a distance of more than half the venue, Wen Hong raised his eyebrows, not very surprised that Yu Zhou could appear here.

Yu Zhou stared at him, the smile deepened on his lips, and the wine glass in his hand was slightly raised. Yiyi's expression seemed to be showing off something provocative to Wenhong, and Wenhong handed him the gift calmly. With a smile that shows no emotion, he turned around neatly and walked towards the exit passage together with Wen Cang.

Wen Cang followed Wen Hong's paused gaze and naturally saw Yu Zhou, but without any extra pause, he turned his eyes back, remembering something, and Tong Wenhong said in a low voice: "Beside him is the son of President Huanyu."

"I know." Wen Hong nodded.

"The little prince Huanyu approached me before, and wanted to bring Yuzhou into the team." Wen Cang continued.

"Huh? How do you say it?" Wen Hong lightly licked his back molars.

"There is no explanation," Wen Cang said, "It is impossible for me to let him join the team."

The parking garage on the basement floor was where Wen Cang parked his car. The two of them went down the safe passage without waiting for the elevator. It was still early to leave the venue, so not many people left, and the two of them didn't meet other artists on the way.

"It's not because of me, is it?" Wen Hong opened the door of the back seat and went in, raised his eyes with a smile and looked at Wen Cang through the rearview mirror.

"He doesn't have the qualifications yet." Wen Cang thought for a while, "The acting skills are too bad, and he doesn't want to work hard."

"I don't want to work hard on business ability, and I can get good resources by working hard elsewhere and taking a shortcut," Wen Hong put on the mask and hat and leaned against the window, with a consistent casual smile in his voice, But I couldn't tell how he was feeling, "In this circle, who doesn't want to be popular?"

"When will it be finished?" Wen Cang didn't bother with this question, and turned to Wen Hong when he started the car.

"At the end of May," Wen Hong thought for a while, "This drama may take a year to film, but my role will take about three months."

Wen Cang nodded. He seemed to want to say something else, but the car had already slowly driven out of the parking garage. In order to prevent being photographed by the media or fans, Wen Hong was sitting in the back seat wearing a hat and a mask, which was not convenient for chatting. Wen Cang didn't say anything more.

As soon as he opened the door, Juzai heard a noise, poked his head out to look at the door, and saw Wen Hong who was changing shoes at the entrance, kicked Bruce away with a "meow" and rushed towards Wen Hong.

Bruce, who was almost kicked out of the nest by Orange Boy: "..."

When Wen Hong finished changing his shoes, Ju Zai had already crawled up his trousers to his thigh. Wen Hong took off his mask and hat dumbfounded. Before he could hesitate where to put the things, Wen Cang naturally left He took it in his hand and folded it for him and put it in the cabinet.

Wen Hong bent over to fish the orange into his arms, and turned his head to thank Wen Cang with a smile.

"What are you doing?" Ju Zai leaned over to lick his face affectionately, two furry paws grabbed Wen Hong's collar and refused to loosen it. Walking into the living room, "Okay, okay, Dad misses you too, why are you like a dog."

As soon as he finished speaking, Orange Zi slapped him on the face aggressively. Wen Hong barely escaped, pinched its little paw and looked at it: "I almost scratched your father's face, and we won't be able to earn any money in the future." Let's wander the streets together."

It's getting late now, drinking tea is not good for sleep, so Wen Cang just poured a cup of hot water for Wen Hong, saw that he and Ju Zai were having a good time, and didn't interrupt him, and gently put the cup in front of his lap On the coffee table.

"Ju Zai's nails seem to be a bit long." Wen Hong hugged Ju Zai and let it lie on his shoulders, then turned to look at Wen Cang.

"Okay, in two days I'll take it and Bruce to the shop for a beauty trim." Wen Cang nodded.

"No," Wen Hong laughed, "I'm afraid it will scratch you."

"That's not true," Wen Cang said, "He won't cling to me like he clings to you."

Bruce yawned, walked gracefully past Wen Cang's feet, jumped onto the sofa and lay down on Wen Hong's lap, thankfully it was not very hot in spring, otherwise the two cats would be like Like two fireballs.

"Bruce only clings to you." Wen Cang looked at the puppet cat that would ignore him every time he reached out to touch it, and added softly.

Wen Hong looked up at Wen Cang, raised his eyebrows, took the orange by the back of his neck, and handed it to Wen Cang. He lowered his head and picked up Bruce who was lying on his lap. When Wen Hong picked up the orange, Bruce also took the opportunity to stretch his waist and gave it a paw, as if in retaliation for Juzai's kick when he jumped at Wen Hong just now.

"Meow!" Ju Zai frowned, and Wen Hong pressed his head into Wen Cang's arms.

Bruce is not as active as Juzi, but has the ability to dismantle houses like Erha. Juzi, who was picked up by Wen Hong, grunted threateningly when he saw Bruce was hugged and kissed by Wen Hong. Wen Cang looked at Wen Hong, whose face was held by Bruce with two cat paw cushions, and for a while felt the same way as Ju Zi.

"It sheds hair very badly," Wen Cang reminded Wen Hong, "Don't get it all over your body."

"Hey, that's right." Wen Hong looked down at his suit jacket covered in white cat fur, rubbed it lightly on Bruce's head and put it on the ground, "Did I come here with you today?" Bring a change of clothes and have to go back to Jiangbin Jiayuan early tomorrow."

"Are you going to the film and television city at 06:30 tomorrow morning?" Wen Cang looked at him.

"No," Wen Hong shook his head, "Tomorrow is the afternoon show, and I have to rush to the crew to put on makeup before noon."

Wen Cang nodded, put Orange Zi back in the nest, got up and took Wenhong to the master bedroom to open the closet to show him: "This closet contains some clothes according to your size, but I don't know if you like them or not. This style."

Director Wen Da's tone was very flat, as if this was something as trivial as eating and drinking, but Wen Hong was stunned.

——Even he didn't even think about preparing suitable clothes for Wen Cang in his home, but now Wen Cang, a great director who doesn't eat the world's fireworks, took the initiative to include him in his life.

Like all married couples who have already settled down for life, they are willing to share half of their private space with the other half, and are ready to live together.

"When... did you get ready?" Wen Hong blinked, and the fingers that were holding on to the open wardrobe door trembled almost invisibly. Color and style are dialed up on the clothing line.

"After coming back from the Chinese New Year." Wen Cang stood beside him, his tone was gentler, but if you listen carefully, you will find that Director Wen Da, who is confident in everything he does, quietly said when he saw that Wen Hong did not show any dissatisfaction. He breathed a sigh of relief, "I ordered some according to the brands and styles you usually wear, some of which are limited, and I'm not sure if you will like them. But if you don't like it, it's better not to like it than to like it but miss it."

His words seemed to imply something else.

Wen Hong is no longer the actor who had to think hard about the implication behind Wen Cang's words when he first came into contact with Wen Cang.

He closed his eyes, withdrew his hand and closed the closet door with a "snap", leaned on the closet door and folded his arms to look at Wen Cang, twisted his neck, and made a crisp sound: "Now is not the time for shooting, I didn't want to." I don’t want to guess if I analyze Director Wen Da’s psychological activities and the work and responsibilities required by the standards.”

Wen Cang pursed his lips, looked at him for a moment, finally couldn't help sighing, and said softly, "I've thought about it, and I've made sure what I want—I don't want to miss you."

"I already feel it."

"If one day, you stop acting, you can work behind the scenes and have more time to spare, and I happen to be in my spare time, I want to travel all over the world with you, in some exotic town Going up, walking aimlessly, without any other purpose."

Wen Cang looked at him, his focused and serious eyes never moved away from his face for a moment.

——One day took away a little youth. Although the days could not destroy the light you gave me in my impression, they slowly made me different.

"On the same person, there will never be a second coincidence. I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, and drunk many types of wine, but I have only loved one person at his best age. Wen Cang said softly, with the same pious expression as when Wen Hong wrote that love poem on the letterhead.

"You are my muse," Wen Cang looked at his trembling eyelashes, and slowly took two steps forward to get closer to him, and put his hand on Wen Hong's waist, the two of them breathed warmly together. Tangled together, "But no matter when, you are my lover, my only companion."