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Wang Xu gave Ling Jiale another chance.

Su Xin's figure is similar to that of Shen Ge, and Ling Jiale tries hard to imagine the person opposite him as Shen Ge, and they are almost face to face with him, moving their feet in the dark with the music, leisurely and numb, like drunk, like is indulgence.

"stop!"

When the light came on, Ling Jiale immediately pushed aside the two arms around her waist, took two steps back, and watched Wang Xu's reaction nervously.

Wang Xu replayed the scene just now, and nodded to Ling Jiale.Ling Jiale was relieved.

"How did you figure it out?" Wang Xu was surprised by his progress.

Ling Jiale is already a little drunk, her mind is not very bright, she habitually tilts her head when organizing words, and her eyes slightly look up, so that she can clearly see the difficulty of thinking and the sincerity of her words.

"I just thought about Jiang Lu's mood that you just said, and thought about some of my own past... At that time, I did more things than he did, and I didn't think about tomorrow after living today...I think, people It is understandable to do anything when you are particularly sad, although I don't agree with his approach, but I have to understand him."

Wang Xu continued to stare at him after he finished speaking, and after two or three seconds, he said calmly, "Continue shooting."

After dancing the black lantern dance, Jiang Lu regretted it and expressed his desire to leave.Liang Yong stuffed the wine glass into his hand: "At least finish this glass?"

What he said was a question, but his demeanor and body movements were all coercive. Jiang Lu drank the half glass of wine hesitantly as if he was under the fence.

Wang Xu considered Ling Jiale's drinking capacity in advance and gave him red wine mixed with water, but he obviously still overestimated Ling Jiale's ability.It didn't take long for half a cup of diluted alcohol to enter his stomach, and Ling Jiale was completely spread out on the sofa.

Dizzy, his head seemed to be as heavy as usual, he nestled on the sofa, curled his feet up, and pressed his stomach with his hands together.

Stomach pain came on very violently, as if a war was being waged inside the body, becoming the main conflict; the world outside the body became secondary, suddenly far away and near, as if it was about to disappear.

He felt in a haze that someone was wiping his forehead, and he felt dry after being wiped, because he was already sweating all over.

"I have a bad stomach" and "I can't shoot anymore..." It was Xiao Li's voice, which made him feel at ease.

"...It's so useless!" It was the director, and the director got angry.

Ling Jiale tried her best to open her sweaty eyes, the eyes were filled with tears, which really made me feel sorry for him, "I can shoot..."

Wang Xu looked at him angrily for a while, "Squeamish!"

Xiao Li fed Ling Jiale a few sips of warm water, while Wang Xu reprimanded him: "Are you not sure how much you drink?"

Ling Jiale sat up with Xiao Li's help, and said with a wet face: "Director...I'm fine..."

Wang Xu asked him, "What is twelve plus twelve?"

Ling Jiale thought about it seriously, and Wang Xu waved his hand impatiently, "Forget it, hurry up and take a picture, I'll get even more drunk in a while!"

Ling Jiale vaguely knew that the make-up artist was wiping her sweat and drying her hair, but she didn't know when Su Xin came over, muttering non-stop.

He saw Wang Xu sitting behind the monitor, the camera lens was also facing him, and asked Su Xin, who was chattering next to him, suspiciously: "Have you started filming?"

Wang Xu shouted angrily, "Stop! Stop! Stop!" He was completely convinced, and he had no choice but to praise Ling Jiale in his heart for being a fool. His reaction to drinking a glass of wine was even more exaggerated than taking drugs, and he had no chance to regret it. .

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Jiale suspected that she had fallen asleep, and was woken up again by that annoying Liang Yong.He thought he was going to continue shooting the dancing scene, so he raised his arms and put them on his shoulders.

Su Xin looked at Wang Xu flattered, and was reprimanded by Wang Xu: "Don't look at me! Keep acting!"

Su Xin embraced this soft group of people, and the beauty who had rejected him for thousands of miles finally pressed into his arms, hung softly on his body, and followed him obediently.

Su Xin heard her "thumping" heartbeat, looked down at Ling Jiale's eyes that were not closed tightly, and that flushed face, and couldn't help but kissed them.

After the kiss, I felt guilty, and looked at Wang Xu with some fear.

The director's expression was as serious as ever, but he didn't say anything, which was a tacit consent.

Su Xin became more and more delighted, and vaguely understood what the director told him about "proper free play" at the beginning.

Su Xin helped Ling Jiale to another "room". The equipment here had been set up. Wang Xu walked into the room and locked Ling Jiale's assistant out, "This scene needs to be cleared."

Wang Xu walked behind the camera, took off the lens cap, turned on the machine, tried the focus, then took the slate and pressed it in front of the camera, and then said to the two, or an actor, beside the bed: " start."

Su Xin couldn't wait to put Ling Jiale on the bed. He was so excited that someone fell heavily on the mattress.Fortunately, Ling Jiale was so drunk that he couldn't feel pain, instead of waking up, he fell asleep completely.

Su Xin turned over eagerly, but he hesitated when he saw Ling Jiale's drunken face, looking like he was being slaughtered.

Ling Jiale's reservedness and arrogance outside the set acted as a deterrent to him; his devotion and selflessness in performing Jiang Lu made Su Xin, a layman, admire him; even if he was drunk, he was still inviolable.Without the erratic accident just now, Su Xin didn't even dare to touch him.

"Liang Yong? Are you stupid?" Wang Xu urged anxiously.

Su Xin wakes up like a dream, and suddenly feels like she was bewitched by Ling Jiale's sleeping face just now.

He took a closer look, such a beauty, such an aboveboard opportunity, was much more interesting than the tricks he played before.

He finally showed what Wang Xu liked in him at the beginning, he hurriedly pulled off Ling Jiale's collar and kissed it a few times, then got impatient with the buttons, and moved down.He untied Ling Jia's belt two or three times, and took off his jeans.

He had obviously seen that video before, and he sighed "That's right". He couldn't take off his trousers piled up on his ankles, so he impatiently touched them.

His hand moved to Ling Jiale's underwear.This time it's not the red underwear of Ling Jiale's natal year, Jiang Lu's boxer pants are bulky and rustic, they can't keep you safe and can't stop the evil spirit.

Su Xin hooked the waistband of the boxer underwear excitedly and pulled it down——

"Get out!" Wang Xu rushed over and slammed into Su Xin violently with his body.

Su Xin was hit by him unpreparedly, sat down on the ground, looked up in a daze, and saw the always majestic director pulling a folded quilt on the head of the bed.He didn't shake like that intentionally, his wrists trembled as if he was sick, he shook off a quilt and wrapped it around those bare legs with such force that his whole body flew up.

The room was quiet, only Ling Jiale's drunken snoring was heard, and the breathing of the other two was tense and suppressed, but they couldn't hear the slightest sound.

After a while, Wang Xu turned his head to look at Su Xin who was secretly startled.He no longer trembled, and his voice was no longer as piercing as before. He sounded just a little angry: "Is there such a thing in the script? You are too bold!"

On this set, Wang Xu's words were the imperial decree of ancient times. Su Xin didn't care about the inconsistency of his attitude, let alone dared and would not question it, and admitted his mistakes in a panic.

At this time, there was no trace of gaffe on Wang Xu's face. With a sullen face, he said in the tone of a director: "The performance must be measured. That's it for today. You go out and tell the assistant of Jia Le to let him He went to call Shen Ge over."

As if being pardoned, Su Xin took a last peek at Ling Jiale who had been sleeping all this time, and quickly escaped out the door.

The moment the door was closed, Wang Xu sat weakly on the ground.He hugged Ling Jiale's legs through the quilt, and covered his face in the softness of the quilt, trying to gain some comfort in the suffocation of being wrapped.

"Hot...hot..." The two legs in his arms kicked wildly, making him unable to even be safe for a moment.

Wang Xu raised his face and saw Ling Jiale's flushed face and profuse sweat.

In her drunken dream, Ling Jiale kicked away the quilt that did not belong to this season, revealing a pair of bare legs.His shirt was unbuttoned two times, and there were a few fresh bruises on his neck.

But he didn't know anything, he slept soundly all the time, his face was stable and beautiful, like an angel.

Wang Xu suddenly felt strong jealousy for his staying out of the way, obviously he had just rescued Ling Jiale, but now he hated his innocence.

He finds it hard to accept, why has he been tortured before, why can he be so peaceful?

Wang Xu looked at Ling Jiale's face, and raised his hand to touch his own face. He touched his protruding cheekbones due to thinness, lack of elasticity of the skin, and dry and withered lips.

He looked down at the back of his hand with protruding veins, at his withered fingers, at his thin, eagle-claw-like fingers climbing up those young, ruddy hands that had infinite possibilities and love because they were born in a good age. on the lips of hope.

He pinched those two lips, rubbing them to produce an abnormal bright red color, letting the saliva stick to it, reflecting the light wetly.

But he couldn't make them more disgusting, they were always so pure.

The purer he is, the more hideous he is; the firmer he is, the more he is wrong.