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Blood gushed out from his forehead and dripped down his cheeks, reflecting Jian Jian's face like a ghost.

He Wen threw away the ashtray, didn't run or scream, and looked at those deep and dark blue eyes very calmly.

The tense atmosphere was unspeakably weird, the smell of blood spread, and the hot part of the other party pressed against him, and one could feel how hard it was through the clothes.

He Wen's body shook, a dangerous message flashed through his mind, he pressed Jian Jian's shoulder and pushed him away, but he was stopped.

"You are still the same as before. You are obviously a bitch, but you still want to build a chastity archway." Stretching her waist and leaning against her head, Jian Yan sneered, blood dripping from her face to the corner of He Wen's eyes, like tears of blood flowing out.

With a mocking tone, these words undoubtedly aroused the most ferocious wildness in He Wen's heart. He grabbed Jian Jie's collar and pulled it down fiercely, hitting his lower abdomen with his left leg.

Jian Ming quickly dodged it, and the flying blood beads floated down in the air, staining a white page on the desk red.

The man's long and thick eyelashes were drooping, casting a light shadow on his eyelids. His blue eyes were like a vast ocean, and he would sink into it if he was not careful. He Wen was startled, it was so dangerous.

"I came here today to tell you that the old He Wen is gone, you better be careful." He Wen blinked, the blood on the eyelashes made his vision a little blurred, but it was bloody, this body was nothing, he You can fight without any scruples.

If you get angry, you will die and the net will be broken.

The menacing eyes of the people below reminded Jian Ming of the cheetah he saw in South Africa some time ago.

"Unless I get tired of playing one day, He Wen, you can't escape." The frenzied flames, the cold voice was full of ruthlessness, concisely wiped the blood from his forehead, and grabbed He Wen's hair to pull him closer, Breathing almost face to face.

He Wen sneered, escape?He didn't want to run away, no matter what he faced, his reaction was not to retreat, but to meet.

Under the ambiguous posture, the breathing was entangled, the air in the study began to be restless, and the strong heartbeat was pounding.

Not emotion, just anger.

An untimely bell sounded from his pocket, Jian Jian moved his arm, and He Wen took the opportunity to leave, but he didn't expect the other party to attack suddenly at this moment, hitting the corner of the table by surprise, and the protruding rhombuses on the left and right directly pulled down two pieces on his back. At the opening, He Wen groaned in pain, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his lips turned pale.

"Hello." The corner of the eye fell on the man with the hunched back and pain on his face, Jian Jian took out a tissue to wipe his forehead, the blood on his face, the expression in his eyes was difficult to distinguish: "What's wrong?"

Hearing the other party's gentle voice, He Wen sneered, stood up while supporting the table, and limped away.

"Okay, you wait for me there, give me 10 minutes."

Jianming hung up the phone, her eyes locked on the thin figure walking out of the door, and a smile of unknown meaning appeared on the corner of her mouth.

When I got back to the residence, I was a little surprised that people with good biological clocks didn’t dream in bed, but sat on the sofa and read a book. He Wen closed the door and dragged his left leg and walked over to drink half a glass of milk on the table.

Fang Jun put down his book, took off his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked up and down at the disheveled and disheveled man: "Have you been robbed?"

"Don't be sarcastic, put some medicine on my back." He Wen cursed: "The fortune is bad, and there may still be a lot of bloody disasters recently."

Fang Jun lifted up his clothes, exposing his blood-stained back, and the moment he came into contact with the cool air, He Wen shivered slightly.

Seeing the two wounds of different shades on the man's thin back, the pale skin contrasted sharply with the bright red, Fang Jun's eyes flashed, he took the medicine from the cabinet and poured it on, and simply applied the medicine to treat it .

He Wen pursed his lips, his back tensed, and he clenched his teeth in pain, trying not to make a sound.

"What else? Say it together." The voice was impatient, Fang Jun knelt down and frowned.

He Wen bent over and rolled up his left trouser leg, "It's sprained."

"Why isn't it broken? If it's broken, you can go to the street and drink the northwest wind." Fang Jun squinted at the swollen ankle, and said coldly and poisonously. Fang Jun took ice cubes and put them in a plastic bag and applied them.

Then he took a pillow to cushion it, supported He Wen's left leg and put it lightly.

The top of the black hair and the exposed part of the neck dangled in front of his eyes, and the nasal cavity was filled with a faint smell of medicine and the refreshing smell of the young man.

He Wen stared at the little mole on Fang Jun's lip, his eyes darkened, and he wrapped his arms around Fang Jun's neck and touched his lips with unique aggression and passion.

The other party's stiff body, sluggish expression, and jerky reaction made He Wen feel possessive and excited. The kiss changed at some point. He Wen pressed the back of Fang Jun's head and deepened the shallow kiss. With superb skills, The most primitive teasing, the entanglement and sucking of lips and tongues made Fang Jun's brain buzzing, who was completely unfamiliar with the situation, and he forgot to struggle, and the wet and soft tongue penetrated into his mouth, and searched wantonly in his mouth until his clothes There was a hand wandering over him, and he suddenly woke up and pushed He Wen away, panting heavily.

Wiping off the moisture and temperature on his lips with the back of his hand, Fang Jun couldn't believe it, the tip of his tongue was numb, his mouth was filled with a taste that didn't belong to him, the smell of milk mixed with a faint smell of tobacco, more of which couldn't be ignored The masculine breath enters the lungs deeper with each breath.

He frowned subconsciously. For Fang Jun, who didn't smoke or drink, the taste in his mouth disgusted him, but he didn't feel disgusted unexpectedly.

He Wen licked the liquid from the corners of his lips, fixed his eyes on the young man's red and swollen lips, and raised his eyebrows: "First time?"

The burning red spread from his cheeks to his neck, Fang Jun stared at He Wen with wide eyes, but the anger in his eyes looked a little cute because of the blush on his face.

Petting the top of Fang Jun's head like a puppy, He Wen smiled lightly: "I'm too tired today, I'll teach you something else next time."

Fang Jun patted He Wen's hand away vigorously, his eyes revealed coldness: "He Wen, you have stepped on my bottom line, if there is another time..."

"I wanted to kiss you, so I did." He Wen interrupted with a shrug, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "And weren't you very comfortable just now?"

Playful eyes fell on Fang Jun's bulging crotch, and He Wen smiled jokingly: "Aren't you going to fix the tent you've set up below?"

Fang Jun's expression froze, and he left in a hurry.

"Hey, brother, you have to move a little bit." He Wen lowered his head and rubbed his utensils through his trousers, leaned back on the sofa in frustration, and grinned in pain the next moment.

There are two blasting scenes in "Broken Cocoon". In one scene, the hero Xu Tian played by Song Ziyu went to rescue the kidnapped heroine Tang Jie on a boat, and the hostile forces planted a bomb.

In the other scene, Xuan Qing, played by He Wen, led several men to the warehouse to hand over a batch of arms, but was arrested by the police, causing heavy casualties in the fight.

In order to intensify the explosion scene, director Wang Wei arranged more than a dozen blasting points, and he had to follow the route to reduce the danger.

It is said that because of the venue, He Wen was asked to start filming earlier, but for some unknown reason, the original decision to use a stand-in was temporarily changed, and the director asked him to perform in person.

The entire crew and even other actors were deeply surprised and cast sympathetic looks. The blasting scene is very dangerous and there are no safety measures at all. If the staff makes mistakes or the explosive tools fail, no one can afford the consequences.

So many actors will avoid it when they take on the role.

Some relatively large explosion scenes are fatal, and dolls will be used directly to replace actors.

The demolitionist and cameraman are communicating in the warehouse to calculate the safe distance and explosive tools. He Wen stands at the door of the warehouse and adjusts his mentality, preparing for the test explosion later. This action seems to be relieving tension, but also seems to be worried about something.

"Don't be nervous." He Wen teased: "Otherwise, even I will become nervous."

Fang Jun frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Be careful."

"Yeah." He Wen lowered his head, pondering what the blaster told him before. The injury on his back is still not healed. He is wearing several layers of costumes, sweating, and burning pain.

Fortunately, the injury on the leg is not serious, which is a blessing in misfortune.

He knew in his heart who was operating behind the scenes and wanted to kill him?That also depends on whether you have the ability.