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Ye Huai lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "If it weren't for your phone call, he would probably have cut off one of my hands."

"I can't help you a second time." He Wen pursed his lips, and his tone couldn't tell whether it was a joke or a serious one: "He's a lunatic."

Touching the gauze on his head, Ye Huai narrowed his eyes slightly behind the lenses. That man is indeed a lunatic, but he likes challenges.

What's more, I searched for a long time before I found such a person who suits my appetite.

"Why did you choose me to be the leading actor in "Love Holder"?" He Wen got up and straightened his hair, then glanced at the people around him.

The male protagonist of this play is a migrant worker, simple and honest, honest and friendly. He has been indecisive throughout his life, so he has been passing through misses and waiting. If he was replaced by the previous He Wen, he would act in his true colors.

Moreover, the most troublesome thing for him is that migrant workers are a victim.

Ye Huai glanced at the handsome young man who was walking this way, and smiled meaningfully: "Intuition."

Damn intuition!He Wen frowned slightly, and there was a moment of gloom.

Fang Jun strode over, the coldness on his face softened a little when he saw He Wen, he stood calmly between He Wen and Ye Huai, raised his chin slightly and greeted Ye Huai.

"There are five male number two in this preliminary selection, here are the materials." Ye Huai handed over several materials: "I'll let you choose by yourself."

He Wen reached out to take it and flipped it over hastily. There is no need to doubt the appearance, they are all excellent, and two of them are still college students.

Fang Jun next to him saw the man showing a tangled expression, frowned, and took out the script of "Holding Love" from the bag he was carrying: "How many times have you said it? Remember to bring the script."

His tone was cold, but Ye Huai, the spectator, could hear a bit of pampering. He smiled, said a few words and left.

"Didn't you always hold the script?" Looking down at the character's request, He Wen raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips were raised in a joyful arc: "I just remember to bring you along."

Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips slightly. These words made him feel comfortable.

"Let's go, finish the selection and go back early." He Wen returned the script to Fang Jun, thinking about Ye Huaiding's request for the male lead.

Height: Around 185.

Appearance: Cold and enthusiastic.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, what Ye Huai was looking for was a contradictory body, this kind of person was either a genius or a god.

Standing at the door of the interview room, Fang Jun bowed his head to help He Wen tidy up his clothes. The two were very close, and each other's breath sprayed on each other's cheeks, which would create an ambiguous aura. He Wen rolled his eyelids. He liked this very much. The clean breath of a person.

"That little mole on your lip is actually quite pretty..." He Wen stroked his chin: "But I'm still curious, have you ever thought of removing it?"

Fang Jun and He Wen looked at each other for a while, then silently looked away, glanced at the corner of his mouth unconsciously, thinking, I kept it because you said it looks good.

"I'm going in." Patting Fang Jun on the shoulder, He Wen knocked on the door a few times after speaking, then opened the door and walked in.

The interview room was larger than expected. He Wen glanced sideways at the wide mirror at the door and saw the handsome man in the mirror. not difficult.

An arrogant voice came from the quiet corridor: "Don't be complacent."

He Wen looked away from the mirror, followed the voice, and saw a handsome young man walking towards him.

He hooked his lips playfully: "Know?"

"Unfortunately, I grew up watching your trash movies." A mocking voice came from the young man's mouth.

The corner of He Wen's mouth twitched, this man's vicious tongue was comparable to Fang Jun's.

The young man's eyes were cold, full of jealousy and contempt: "Ye Huai is demanding, if you can't meet his requirements, you'll just get out."

It turned out that it was because of this that He Wen walked towards the young man with lazy steps. He was obviously only 178 tall, half a head shorter than the other man, but there was an invisible pressure.

"This time you are luckier than me." The young man took a few steps back in fear of the close distance.

"Luck?" He Wen chuckled, raised his hand and patted the young man's cheek, ignoring the other's eyes that wished to pierce a hole in his body: "Luck doesn't care about people who can only move their mouths, young man, go back and read more books Fill your brain."

"You...you...you..." The young man pointed at He Wen angrily, trembling with anger.

Pushing away the finger that almost touched the tip of his nose, He Wen's expression was gloomy for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He teased and said, "You should call me senior."

At the door of the room that was open at the end of the corridor, Ye Huai stood there and shouted, "He Wen."

"Here we come." He Wen raised one corner of his mouth and smiled maliciously at the young man: "I'm waiting for you to surpass me."

Leaving behind an extremely arrogant sentence, He Wen walked briskly to Ye Huai's place.

Seeing Ye Huai's questioning eyes, He Wen smiled: "I just saved a lost lamb."

"He is the champion of "Boys Over Flowers" this year." Seeing He Wen's confused face, Ye Huai knew that he didn't watch the popular holiday show.

When the two walked in, they saw five teenagers sitting on the sofa stand up immediately, and the oldest was only between teenagers and youths. This made a 30-year-old uncle stand among them, feeling like he was out of the group Fortunately, the soul of He Wen's body is only 20 years old.

He Wen naturally put his hands in his pockets and smiled at them: "I'm just a little older, and my mentality is similar to yours."

This is true, but other people can't help but think that the past is frivolous, and even Ye Huai has a strange expression on his forehead. He became interested in this person after watching a scene of He Wen in "Broken Cocoon", and then After reading some of the other's works, he found that he was more interested in this person.

That's why I want to invite the other party to participate in my new play, and I even plan to sign this person.

His gaze rested on the young man on the far side, his slightly slender eyes were slightly raised, his facial features were beautiful, but it gave people a sense of distance.

A pair of deeper and narrower eyes appeared in He Wen's mind, and there was a mysterious black hidden in them, which he could never see through.

Seeing that He Wen remained silent for a long time, Ye Huai asked, "How is it?"

Pointing to the young man on the far side, He Wen said lightly, "Let's just leave it to him."

He Wen didn't know that he just pointed at him casually, and after a few years, there would be one more actor in the movie world, that's a later story.

"Everyone else go out." Ye Huai said to the boy whose expression was still indifferent: "You stay."

After a few disappointed teenagers and some staff left, Ye Huai picked a chair and sat down: "You have read the script, and there will be a lot of kissing scenes and even bed scenes."

"Shi Feng, take the initiative to kiss He Wen." The sudden words made the atmosphere in the room drop suddenly.

He Wen raised his eyebrows lightly, seeing a crack appear on the indifferent and withdrawn face of the young man named Shi Feng opposite him, and his body froze even more.

The tone was impatient, and Ye Huai's eyes behind the glasses were slightly cold: "If you want to go this way, go there, if you want to turn back, go out."

Shi Feng tightened his jaw, as if he was making some kind of decision. Just when Ye Huai said to let him go out, he moved, walked up to He Wen, lowered his head very stiffly, and put his lips on He Wen's lips, and then not moving.

"It's a kiss, not a child's play." Ye Huai's sarcastic voice sounded mercilessly from behind.

He Wen hooked his lips, and a smile overflowed from the lips that overlapped with the young man. He looked helplessly at the young man whose eyelashes were tightly closed and his whole body was trembling.

The soft laughter fell into his ears, and the young man opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a pair of clear eyes full of smiles, he was slightly taken aback, and the next moment his face sank, the man was laughing at him.

As if provocatively, he stuck out his tongue and licked the man's lips, and then stuck it in between his teeth. The softness of the touch made his body tremble, and instinctively touched the tip of the man's tongue lightly twice. Warmth enveloped him, and the refreshing breath lingered in his nostrils, and he absorbed it like a maniac.

Shi Feng's breathing was wheezing, which was a sign of desire.

But at this moment, He Wen pushed Shi Feng away, raised his hand to wipe off the saliva on his lips, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one and took a puff: "When will the filming start?"

Glancing at the red-faced young man, Ye Huai frowned: "No. 15."

When He Wen got the answer, he opened the door and left. He walked quickly, leaving some soot on the ground from the cigarette at his fingertips.

The sound of footsteps and voices coming from the aisle on the other side made He Wen pause slightly. When he saw one of them clearly, he squinted his eyes. Why did Song Ziyu appear here? "Broken Cocoon" is still being filmed, and the other drama "Flower Life" is not yet finished. Both dramas are in a hurry, do you still have free time?

Song Ziyu's face was sullen and serious, as if he was arguing with the manager beside him.

Just as He Wen was stepping away, he missed the moment when Song Ziyu looked up, and the expression on his face changed.

Standing at the door of the lounge, He Wen threw the cigarette into the trash, licked his lips, and made sure that the breath left by the boy disappeared before he walked in, but he underestimated Fang Jun's keenness.

Fang Jun's calm expression gradually changed when he saw the very faint marks on He Wen's lips, and he wiped He Wen's lips vigorously, his breathing was a bit rough, and he became angry.

Reason told him that this was acting and the professional ethics of an actor, but he was still dazzled by anger.

He Wen tilted his head, frowned and said in displeasure, "It's broken."

"Can you stop provoking me?" Fang Jun raised He Wen's chin and kissed the corner of his lips lightly: "Can't I satisfy you by myself?"

He Wen put his hands on Fang Jun's neck, hugged him and smiled lightly: "Let's do it tonight, let's change our position this time."