Above, please use some force

The scene to be shot this time is at the pier. In "Broken Cocoon", Xuan Qing came back from collecting rent from other places. After getting off the boat and ashore, she saw Xu Tian in the dock porter. Among a bunch of thick and big men, the figure facing her back was tall and strong. , is undoubtedly eye-catching.

The former young master of the Xu family became a porter at the bottom of the wharf, and Xuan Qing had the idea of ​​​​sarcasm.

When He Wen and Fang Jun appeared at the filming location, they saw that the crew were pointing at him with contemptuous and contemptuous eyes, and whispered together, as if they had seen something disgusting.

Song Ziyu, who was sitting on a chair and discussing the script with Wang Wei, looked up at He Wen, and quickly looked away, but He Wen still keenly caught the disgust in the other party's eyes, including the anger that was well hidden, but was still detected by He Wen .

The other actors looked at him with mocking eyes, and some actresses looked at him with jealousy for some reason.

Zhang Qi pointed to a place, motioned for He Wen to look, and winked at him.

Unable to understand Zhang Qi's message, He Wen followed his instructions and saw a newspaper on the table not far away. He raised his eyebrows and strode over.

When he saw a line of large characters on the headline of the newspaper, his expression froze for a moment.

In the photo, he was leaning against Jian Jian’s arms. In fact, when he and Jian Jian came out of the club, Jian Jian grabbed his arm. When he walked up the stone steps, he slipped and was held by Jian Jian. That position was only maintained for less than two days. Second.

The photographer was very skilled, and the capture was even more precise. He Wen raised one corner of his lips and said to himself: "It's a good shot."

Not a simple idea, he could tell, who could it be?He Wen calmly wrote down the name of the newspaper.

The sound of footsteps approaching behind him, accompanied by the familiar aura, He Wen slightly frowned, but he waited and waited, the young man beside him didn't respond except for his slightly unsteady breathing.

Yes, his rationality and control were better than he expected. If he showed any emotion in front of everyone in the crew, it would undoubtedly be an admission that the rumors in the newspaper were true.

Although it is true that he was adopted.

His eyes swept over the title of the enlarged black words "Old star next to the gold master". Fang Jun's hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists and then loosened.

Walking towards him was Wu Fang, an intern director who had a brief exchange with He Wen. She looked at He Wen with complicated eyes, and asked in a low voice, "It must be a collage, right? I know that the photos in the newspapers are all fabricated. Yes, the above content is not..."

He Wen raised his eyebrows and interrupted: "How old is it?"

Not understanding why the other party asked this, Wu Fang blinked: "23."

"Remember what Uncle said." He Wen smiled, his eyes were bent with rare sincerity: "Sometimes what the eyes see is the truth."

In the lounge, He Wen was sitting on a chair, his calmness and composure gradually disintegrated, and a layer of terrible hostility hung over his brows.

Fang Jun knelt down in front of He Wen, spread his hands, and saw the bloody palms.

As if not aware of the pain, He Wen curled his lips and looked at Fang Jun who was cleaning his wound with his head down in front of him: "Why don't you ask me something?"

Throwing away the soiled cotton ball, Fang Jun dipped a new cotton ball in the potion and applied it carefully, and said in a calm voice, "I'm waiting for you to say it yourself."

His heart seemed to be pulled hard by someone, He Wen raised his head to look at the incandescent lamp above his head: "When the scene here is over, I will tell you everything you want to know."

The movements of his hands paused, and Fang Jun pulled the corner of his mouth lightly: "Okay."

There was a loud knock on the door, and an impatient voice shouted: "He Wen, let's go."

"Here we come." It was Fang Jun who responded, his tone so cold that the people outside the door did not dare to be rude again, he slowed down his voice and said a few more words, which probably meant that everyone in the crew was waiting or something.

"I'm not going." Fang Jun rubbed his hands into He Wen's hair, lowered his eyes: "I have something to do."

He Wen didn't say anything, and walked towards the door. He stopped when he put his hand on the doorknob. He suddenly turned around and kissed Fang Jun.

The kiss was still hot, with a little comfort, He Wen's arms tightly tightened Fang Jun's waist, and his warm palms slowly stroked.

The high temperature in his mouth eased the coagulated blood in Fang Jun's body. He passionately kissed the man in his arms, biting and devouring the man's taste fiercely.

He was annoyed by his erratic reaction, and more disturbed by the photo than he had ever been.

"If you bite any more, I don't need to shoot today's scene." A laughing voice overflowed from between the two intercourse lips and teeth, He Wen backed away, and wiped the liquid on his lips with his thumb.

After He Wen left, Fang Jun leaned against the wall and fell into a state of extreme anxiety and madness. He made a phone call: "Help me contact the editor-in-chief of TM Magazine."

A cheerful voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Hey, who offended Young Master Fang? Such a smell of gunpowder."

"Now." Shutting down the phone with a snap, Fang Jun took a deep breath, and the storm in his eyes gradually subsided, not subsided, but more terrifying and ready to go.

At the pier, all the staff were silent and stood at their posts. No matter what attitude they had towards the morning news, they had to put aside those miscellaneous views at work.

Moreover, during this period of getting along, He Wen's strength and personality are quite different from before. Perhaps even they themselves don't know it and hope that the report is just a fabrication. After all, the entertainment industry is full of truth.

Xuan Qing (He Wen) stood on the bow of the boat and followed the crowd ashore, followed by his servant Ajiu, his lazy eyes passed by the pile of workers carrying goods opposite, and stopped on one of them.

Ah Jiu also looked over, he lowered his voice and asked, "Second Young Master, do you want to send someone to him..."

Xuan Qing raised her hand to stop, touched her lips with her index finger, and smiled lightly, telling Ah Jiu to go back first, while he strode towards the carrying place alone.

Xu Tian (Song Ziyu), who was bending over to carry the sack, was suddenly startled, stood up straight and turned his head, only to see a strange man behind him staring at him with amused eyes.

According to the script, Xu Tian's lines followed, but the other party stood there motionless.

Song Ziyu forgot his lines, forgot the role he played, all he saw in his eyes was the man in front of him with hooked lips and a lazy smile on his face.

That kind of arrogance and arrogance directly aroused the flame in Song Ziyu's heart that he deliberately ignored. Not long ago, this person kept saying that he loved him and would do anything for him.

Over the past few days, the shy and honest man he knew has changed, he has become outstanding, his words and deeds are no longer restrained, and he is unrestrained. I couldn't control my curiosity and concern for this person, I didn't expect that the other person would climb onto Jianjian's bed secretly, it was really capable.

He was breathing heavily, not understanding why he was so angry, the feeling of being betrayed entered his lungs with his breath, and he fell into a state of self-panic, the expression on his face was no longer elegant, and gradually turned cold, he punched He Wen Throw it over.

He Wen squinted his eyes, his sharp light flickered, and his brain responded clearly. He only needed to turn slightly sideways, then raised his arm, and bumped his elbow into the opponent's temple.

But he didn't hide, and let Song Ziyu's fist land on his face without moving.

Pooh--

He Wen spit out a mouthful of saliva with a little blood on it, and grinned, "Fuck, it really hurts, I didn't see that I had practiced it before."

"Why don't you hide?" Song Ziyu clenched his fists tightly, a frightening flame of anger appeared on his handsome face, and he uttered a few words between his teeth.

After being punched for an answer, He Wen raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, with sarcasm and sadness in his eyes.

Ignoring the crew members who ran over, Song Ziyu grabbed He Wen by the collar and shouted coldly: "Say it!"

Licking the inner wall of his mouth with his tongue, the smile on He Wen's face remained undiminished: "You hit me, don't you feel very uncomfortable?"

Pointing at the panicked and angry man who had been told the truth, He Wen laughed, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, he restrained his smile a little bit, and uttered each word in a very soft voice, similar to a sigh: "Song Ziyu, You're done."