Above, please use some force

The filming of the filming was suddenly stopped, and the daily food and lodging expenses of more than 100 people in the entire crew were very high. In addition to the extras that were convened, a day's delay would cause even greater losses.

All the staff of "Broken Cocoon" are in a state of suspension, and the actors spend every day waiting, and an actor like Song Ziyu who is in a hurry has already adjusted the schedule with another film while accepting this film , Facing the sudden stop of filming, it was simply a storm.

Because of the sudden arrival of Ye Huai, the screenwriter of "Broken Cocoon", Fang Jun did not leave with He Wen. He wanted to meet and talk with Ye Huai, as a manager who hoped to win opportunities for his artists.

If he was still the old He Wen who was depressed about Vino, he would definitely not stand up. Now He Wen seems to have changed his mind, has the strength, dares to think and do, and the whole person is emitting a dazzling light invisible.

He believes that as long as He Wen is given a chance, the other party will give a result that amazes everyone.

City T

After He Wen got off the train, his face was slightly blue under the brim of his hat, his hands and feet were cold, and his wet hair was sticking to his cheeks. He looked like he had been salvaged from the water, his clothes were wet with cold sweat, and when the wind blew, he directly fell asleep. shook.

Looking at the crowd flowing around with his eyes a little weak, he took a while to lift his heels up.

When I went there, Fang Jun was with me, which relieved the tension to some extent. This time, he was alone, for more than ten hours, and he had to see that lunatic, so his mood was extremely broken, and his nerves were already broken.

Those childhood memories swept up like a rising tide, endless fear and darkness enveloped him, he subconsciously covered his hair and let out a painful muffled sound.

"Are you okay?" "Do you want to call 120?" "Don't mind your own business, if he relies on us, he won't be able to say anything clearly..."

The noisy voices in his ears made his brain roar, He Wen waved his hands to indicate that he was fine, then sat on the stairs and buried his head in his knees, panting heavily.

Xiaowen, mom will be back soon, you wait here for mom.

Mom, where are you, why don't you come and pick me up?

Kill that beggar, kill him, kill him...

"Sir, do you need help?"

The polite male voice next to his ear interrupted He Wen's thoughts. He stretched out his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, his facial expression was covered by shadows, only his pale chin was exposed, and his voice was weak: "Thank you, I'm just a little motion sick."

After leaving the station, He Wen saw a tall and thin young man walking towards him, raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked over.

A while later, in a black car, He Wen straightened his limp hair that was pressed by the hat, leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes to rest.

A cold gaze wandered over his body, which was very uncomfortable. When he caught it, it faded away immediately. He Wen's lips curled into a vague smile, and he didn't open his eyes: "Have we met before?"

The young man in the driver's seat slowed his breathing almost imperceptibly, turned the steering wheel and said calmly: "I have picked up Mr. He several times before."

He Wen said lightly, with a slight uptick in his voice.

There was the smell of green tea from the man in the car, as well as other smells. He Wen raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Is there any essential oil?"

"Yes." The young man freed up one hand and took the wind oil essence from the small compartment next to the sundries and handed it over.

Open the lid, pour out a little essential oil and apply it on the temples on both sides. The coolness penetrates into the skin, and He Wen let out a long sigh of relief.

Reclining on the seat, He Wen squinted his eyes and looked at the night scene outside the window. He had noticed this young man's hostility towards him when he was at the train station, and now he is even more certain.

He suddenly felt that maybe there was something strange about the death of He Wen before.

The car stopped at the entrance of a club, and He Wen threw his baseball cap into the car, scratched his hair carelessly, strode in without caring about his wrinkled clothes, and went straight to the destination.

The club was dimly lit, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and burning tobacco, and a dry and hot atmosphere.

Standing in front of a box, He Wen raised his hand and knocked on the door, and impatient insults sounded from inside.

It was a handsome man who opened the door, his tie was casually hung around his neck, his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a large chest muscle, exuding unrestrained uncertainty all over his body.

The scent of essential oil on He Wen's body made the man frown in disgust, and said with a sarcasm: "He hasn't kicked you off yet, I really don't know why that kid Jian Ming is crazy."

"You should take him to the hospital." He Wen put his hands in his pockets, looked up and down, his eyes swept over the water stains on the two protrusions on the other's chest, and smiled.

Taking advantage of the time when the other party was stupefied, he pushed his hand on the door and walked in lazily. There were several people sitting in the box, all kinds of contemptuous and mocking eyes fell on He Wen.

They are all the children of high-ranking officials. In the previous life, they drank wine with two of them and played in the same MB. The handsome young man who was writhing in the man's arms felt uncomfortable with his slightly smiling eyes. He wanted to leave in a panic, but was caught by a big hand and sat back on the man's lap.

He Wen picked up a beer bottle that was still more than half left and took a few sips, then found a place to sit down, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

He was really tired. If he wasn't afraid that Jian Jian would not play cards according to common sense, he wouldn't have traveled here by train for more than ten hours, damn it.

With a bang sound, the door of the box was closed vigorously, the handsome man sat back on the sofa cursing, pushed away the two teenagers who were going to surround him, and shouted angrily: "Get out!"

The roar of this voice directly lowered the atmosphere in the box several degrees, and the two teenagers went out in a panic with pale faces.

One of the men with feminine features fumbled around the boy's clothes with one hand, with a slight smile on his face: "Zhang Yi, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone else laughed and joked too.

"Li Jun, let's go play." Zhang Yi glanced coldly at He Wen who was opposite him, drank the wine in the wine glass in one gulp, smashed the wine glass heavily on the glass table, folded his hands on his chest, and gave off a fiery breath.

He was extremely displeased with this man, he was average in appearance, weak and soft, no matter how much he scolded, the words "I'm sorry" remained the same, just like hitting cotton with a fist.

Isn't he just a past star, no one wants to sell it at this age, what is Jian Jian's fancy in the other party, could it be that there is a tightness that is different from ordinary people?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi touched his lips.

He Wen, who was thinking about how to put a more ruthless trap on Jian Ming, was alert quickly and cast an ambiguous and blatant gaze over him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked over. He sent an invitation signal to He Wen.

Since it is for sale, as long as you give money, it is not the same.

He Wen couldn't understand the provocation in Zhang Yi's eyes, He Wen squinted his eyes, and raised his lips at Zhang Yi, perhaps because of the dim light, Zhang Yi didn't catch the coldness that flashed in He Wen's eyes.

Even Li Jun noticed the brief eye contact in this scene, not to mention the simplicity of He Wen's every move.

He waved his hand to let the young man on his lap go out, and the young man rubbed his round buttocks against his hard object without giving up. He didn't understand why this handsome man wanted him to leave when he clearly had lust.

Jian Jian is a normal man who can do whatever he wants, but he has very high demands on sex, which can be said to be harsh. Except for He Wen, he has never had other bed partners. He usually chooses a decent boy when he comes to the club, but he never goes beyond that. Bottom line.

For some reason this time, seeing the indifferent expression on He Wen's face, he thought of how easily the two of them met each other in the last few times, and they could easily provoke his displeasure, so he couldn't help but feel a haze in his heart.

He suddenly became interested, and directly put his hands into the boy's pants and rubbed those two soft buttocks roughly.

The young man yelled in shock from this sudden action, and then limp in Jian Ming's arms, opened his legs a little more to cater for his panting, and even took the initiative to touch Jian Ming's crotch.

Jian Ming stretched out his hand to open the boy's tight leather pants, the movement of his hand was eager, but his eyes were clear and cold.

Several other people whistled, and the ambiguous atmosphere made Li Jun and Zhang Yi feel dry.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He Wen got up suddenly, greeted him with a smile and left.

He was just so annoyed by the boy's soft moaning that he became aroused, but there was still no reaction from below, which made him have to face a cruel fact again.

If you can't get hard, what else can you use to fuck.

However, his departure fell into the eyes of the few people in the box, which was quite different.

With a triumphant and satisfied smile on Jian Ming's lips, he pushed away the confused young man, got up, tidied his clothes, and strode after him.

Li Jun secretly exchanged glances with Zhang Yi, and continued drinking and chatting with a few friends.

In the bathroom, He Wen turned on the faucet and washed his face. There was a gasping and wanton moan from the door of the compartment behind him, and the door panel was knocked loudly.

He whistled to the door and looked at himself in the mirror, with delicate features, pale complexion, and slender body, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he was destined to be under the weight of his life.

Sighing sadly, he rubbed his face, and let go of his hands until the pale face turned a little bloody.

When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw a person standing in the aisle. He Wen walked over lazily, and raised his chin slightly to meet the person's gaze.

That kind of unruly and wild arrogance can stimulate the desire to conquer and evil in the deepest part of the human body. Jian Jie's lower body was swollen with pain, and he leaned over and blew into He Wen's ear, spraying the alcohol-smelling breath on the back of He Wen's neck .

The lower body was suddenly pressed by a palm, He Wenyou frowned, his back was leaning against the cold wall, the man pressing on him gave off a strong sense of menace, and he subconsciously prepared to respond to the enemy at any time.

Jian Jian propped up the wall with one hand, lowered his head slightly, his lips just touched He Wen's forehead, the smell of wind oil inhaled into his nostrils, and he twitched the corners of his mouth.

Pulling down the zipper flexibly with fingers, the thumb and forefinger slowly rubbing against the soft thing through the thin underwear, Jian Ming chuckled softly, "Do you want to find a boy for you to try?"

As he said this, the strength in his hands suddenly became tighter, he pinched the most plump part with his thumbs and rubbed it hard, He Wen couldn't help bending his back to pant, and stretched out his hand to grab the hand that wanted to evacuate.