domineering man

Yin Su's role is relatively independent, and he doesn't have much face-to-face rivalry, so he naturally doesn't pay much attention to who the other actors are.

So when Liang Ziwen came to greet him, he thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen this face, so he asked politely, "Hi, who are you?"

All the prepared lines were choked back by Yin Su's words, Liang Ziwen's face changed slightly, and after a while he said: "We met in the audition that day."

Yin Su's outstanding face and his posture in a wheelchair, probably someone who has just seen it will not forget it.

He looked at the other party with his head sideways, then said with a oh, and said with a smile: "I remembered..."

It stopped abruptly, without abruptness.

The smile on Liang Ziwen's face was already stiff, but with the professionalism of a popular actor, he still stretched out his hand and introduced himself seriously.

"Hi, I'm Liang Ziwen, the actor of this show, playing Liang Huan."

Yin Su blinked his eyes, pinched the opponent's hand, and returned the same seriousness.

"Hi, I'm Yin Su, the supporting role in this show, playing Liang Qing."

Wu Mingyuan saw this situation as soon as he arrived, and quickly walked over, half-turning his body in front of Yinsu.

"Mr. Liang, your agent is looking for you."

Liang Ziwen was taken aback by that protective calf-like posture. He gave Wu Mingyuan a somewhat complicated look, but he still nodded and left silently.

Yin Su leaned halfway on the wheelchair, brushing away the long hair hanging in front of his eyes with one hand.

"You seem a little uncomfortable."

Wu Mingyuan's back froze, he didn't turn around, but lowered his head.

"Even if a dog has been raised for a long time, it will have feelings, not to mention..." He was brought out by me.

"Will you get back together with him?"

Yin Su beat around the bush without understanding, closed the script, and tapped the armrest with one hand.

Wu Mingyuan didn't think about why Yin Su knew about him and Liang Ziwen, he probably heard it from others.

He sighed, his tone was very calm, but he could hear the heaviness he was trying to get rid of inside.

"No, it's not necessary. You don't need a result for everything. He can be responsible for himself, and so can I."

This is a mature man's clearest understanding of feelings.

There was thought in Yin Su's eyes.

He didn't understand, because his heart was very calm, and he had never experienced such complicated emotions.

The atmosphere became silent in an instant, and Xiaoli ran over bouncingly, the dimples on her face were bright with youth and lively.

"Mr. Yin, your play is about to begin."

Xiaoli thought for a while, then looked at the plain robe, and naturally called out the title of Mr.

It sounds a little old-fashioned and alienated, but somehow it fits Yinsu's temperament.

"Okay, I know."

He returned Xiaoli with a shallow smile, and Xiaoli's eyes sparkled instantly.

This scene was shot by Yin Su alone, and it was also the first appearance of this character, emphasizing the charm of his era and the mystery of the character.

Yinsu was under the corridor, half of his body was covered in shadow, his long hair was a little messy draped over his shoulders, his pale and slender hands rested on both sides, gradually, the sun rose high, and the bright sunlight swayed in the corridor, but he couldn't Shine on those within.

He raised one hand and held it out.

Immediately, as if he sensed someone, he withdrew his hand stretched out into the sun, and he merged into the shadow again, retreating to the deepest point.

During the whole process, Yinsu only showed half of his chiseled chin and pale and thin fingers. Occasionally, a few strands of long hair poured down, but because of the movement of retreating, they disappeared again.

The mystery and gloom belonging to Liang Qing are presented by the camera, and the beauty and depression of that era are also shown through the gesture of reaching out.

It's just that the only fly in the ointment is that Yin Su stumbled when he stepped back.

Someone went to check and found that there were several small stones placed behind Yinsu's wheelchair.

It won't affect anything, but it's easy to trip when you move.

"It's okay, let's have another one."

Su Hang waved his hand, asked someone to sweep the stone clean, checked it again, and then restarted the machine.

But soon, when Yin Su was backing away, his hand was cut by a needle on the wheelchair.

It looks like it was accidentally rolled on by the wheelchair when it was rolling.

Only a drop of blood emerged from Yin Su's hand, and it quickly melted into the wound.

No one saw this scene, they were all busy helping Yinsu check the wheelchair.

"Okay, let's get started."

Make sure there is no problem before Suhang starts up again.

This time, as soon as Yin Su raised his hand, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Because he saw a familiar person, wearing a well-made suit, stepping on shiny leather shoes, walking here with arrogance.

"India!"

Suhang called him helplessly, the sun is rising so fast, and he won't be able to find such a good angle later.

"Cough...cough..."

Someone coughed twice deliberately from behind, and after attracting everyone's attention, he straightened his collar, revealing the gleaming watch on his wrist seemingly unintentionally.

Everyone was stunned by this rich and powerful light.

Suzhou and Hangzhou: ...

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Zhao?"

A smile appeared on Suhang's face only a second later.

"Well, it's okay, I'll come over and take a look."

Zhao Qian raised his chin slightly, waved his hand, and people moved in large boxes of supplies one after another behind him.

This tyrannical pomp stunned everyone present.

This... This is the first day of filming, Mr. Zhao has spent a lot of money for his little lover, and he will pay it off in the future.

Looking at the stunned expressions of the others, Zhao Qian couldn't help but feel even more proud. This is what he wanted.

Otherwise, what are you doing earning so much money? If it’s not used to show off, it will be useless!

And the little lover who gave Mr. Zhao a chance to show off was surrounded by Xiao Li as soon as he left the stage.

Just now, because Yin Su was a newcomer during the filming, he would go to war for a trivial matter. Now the director has stopped filming, so after the scene, Xiao Li and Wu Mingyuan came to see Yin Su's injury.

Yin Su showed his smooth and white fingertips.

Xiaoli, Wu Mingyuan: ...

"Are you all right? I heard it's bleeding, where's the wound?"

Wu Mingyuan took a few glances, then looked at Yin Su's indifferent expression, not knowing what to say.

Xiaoli let out a sigh of relief, looked at Zhao Qian who was striding here, and said with a smile: "It's good that you're not injured, otherwise Xiao Zhao will always be worried."

Yin Su swiped his fingertips, and bean-sized blood beads came out.

He raised his head and said calmly, "Oh, it's bleeding."

"What, are you hurt?"

Zhao Qian, who just heard it, walked over at a faster pace.

Yin Su's hands were clasped, and the warm body temperature covered his cold fingertips.

Xiaoli and Wu Mingyuan looked at each other silently: they might have hallucinated just now.

He raised his head and looked at Zhao Qian carefully, trying to see the look of worry in his eyes.

Said that the worry is actually not that serious. After all, although Mr. Zhao coveted Mr. Yin's beauty, he didn't fall in love with it.

It's just pure liking, just wanting to get closer.

What's more, the bean-sized blood bead swayed on the fingertips for a long time, but it didn't flow down. Zhao Qian's expression had gradually become a little weird.

He even wanted to reach out and poke the blood bead, otherwise it would be really uncomfortable to watch.

Yin Su pulled out his hand to block it behind him, the blood seeped into the wound, leaving only a little red on his fingertips, his blood is precious, it's enough for acting, don't waste it.

"What's going on, so careless."

Zhao Qian grabbed Yin Su's hand again to examine it carefully, and took advantage of the situation to touch it twice.

Although not to the point of worry, but distressed still a little bit.

After all, Yinsu was just a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll in his eyes, and it was in danger of being fragile if touched.

"There was a needle on the wheelchair and it was scratched."

Yin Su wasn't hypocritical, he didn't have the self-consciousness of a little lover, and he didn't pretend to cover up anything, but said it very sincerely.

These words made several people frown.

"How can there be needles on a good wheelchair."

It's not that Wu Mingyuan has conspiracy theories, but that when he sees too many disgraceful things, he tends to think in that direction.

Yin Su rubbed his fingertips, and the last bit of red was absorbed into the wound through this movement, and only a shallow scratch was seen on the fingertips. He said indifferently: "It's okay, accident."

Whether it was an accident or not, no one can say for sure, but you can't guess without evidence.

Yin Su looked sideways at Zhao Qian with a smile in his eyes.

"Why did you come here today?"

He thought that the red-hot prawn would hide from him until he finished filming, but he didn't expect to come to him so soon.

Zhao Qian obviously also thought about what happened that day, but fortunately Mr. Zhao has a thick skin, with a little blush on his face, but his eyes are very righteous.

"Today is your first day of filming, of course I want to come and see you, I have to let them know who you are."

Zhao Qian didn't hide his words at all, and everyone around could hear them clearly.

Wu Mingyuan looked at Yin Su worriedly.

After all, this kind of thing is not very glorious, and it is easy to be discussed by others, and even deliberately magnified by the media.

Yin Su is just a newcomer, so I don't know if he can stand it.

"Don't they all know that I am your baby?"

Frank and innocent.

Wu Mingyuan silently looked away and looked up at the sky.

The smile on the corner of Zhao Qian's mouth grew wider, and his heart was full of joy, overflowing with something called joy.

He squatted in front of Yin Su, looking at that beautiful and out-of-this-world man with those jet-black eyes, his heart was pounding violently.

It seems that the more I look at it every day, the more I like it.

At this moment, Zhao Qian was purely excessive, he didn't know that he would turn into love as deep as sea in the future.

He just immersed himself in this occasional joy and joy, and felt satisfied.

The ascetic Mr. Yin looked at that bright smile, and stretched out his hand to caress the other's face.

"I'll be back in a few days, don't worry, wait for me."

The deep and sexy voice made Zhao Qian's ears feel hot.

The little white flower he raised seems to have fully grasped the essence of the domineering president, but he can no longer control so much.

Because Zhao Qian, who could get the wrong meaning, was excited.

A feast of soul and flesh exploded into fireworks in his mind.