Above, please use some force

Song Ziyu's complexion was strange, his eyes were heavy, he didn't know whether it was because of Yu Bao's previous sentence or the last sentence.

Rolling his eyes, Yu Bao was disdainful, and said carelessly: "Several places on Han Wenwen's body have been remodeled, tsk tsk, from an airport to a yurt, maybe it will leak air when you press it down."

As the atmosphere became colder, Yu Bao greeted his ancestors in his heart, and slapped himself hard, to make you so mean!

She will be a little scared, and she managed to sneak into New Vision, so don't be persuaded to go home right after work.

"Who interviewed you? Abang?" Song Ziyu slightly raised his chin when Yu Bao knelt down and hugged his thigh anxiously: "Good observation skills."

"Brother Song, I'm optimistic about you, go up bravely." Seeing that the other party was not angry, Yu Bao laughed in a twitch, and even more convinced that her guess was right, she quickly fiddled with the phone a few times, and then put the phone Putting it in front of Song Ziyu, he smiled obsequiously, "This is a strategy manual, it's all about rape, it's my precious treasure, how about it?"

He paused in his footsteps, tilted his head and glanced at his eyes, and there was a strange look in his eyes. Song Ziyu didn't show much emotion on his face: "I will go to go through the formalities for becoming a full-time employee in a month."

Yu Bao's eyes were wide open, the eyeballs were about to fall off, she secretly slapped herself, it hurt so much, she went from hell to heaven in about 2 minutes, couldn't be more excited, she decided to reveal her family background , "Brother Song, I still have hundreds of classic top-quality calcium tablets, 108 sets of detailed explanations of postures, matching locations and training tools."

Let's raise the salary, let's raise the salary, Yu Bao howled wildly in his heart, seeing Song Ziyu just looking at her calmly, under the hazy streetlights, even the originally handsome silhouette was somewhat unreal.

Shit, it's really handsome, but she only likes soft girls, so embarrassed, Yu Bao swallowed, "Brother Song, although you are charming when you don't smile, and you are awesome when you smile, but I really love the opposite sex." without…"

Song Ziyu narrowed his eyes slightly, looking past the girl who was showing a tangled look at him, "Don't turn around."

why?Is there any unspoken secret behind it?Curiosity killed the cat, Yu Bao pouted and snorted, and turned around resolutely, the next moment he heard the deafening screams piercing the cold wind, making the passers-by around him goosebumps.

"I take back what I said before." Opening the car door, Song Ziyu rolled his eyes to look at the girl next to him who was trying to destroy the motorcycle awning, "The probationary period will continue for three months. IQ considerations."

.. ......

Snow in September.

"Send the information you mentioned to my mailbox. If I don't receive it when I turn on the computer when I get home, you won't use it tomorrow." Sitting in the car, Song Ziyu raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "It's 27:10, I probably Be home in [-] minutes."

"I'll get out first." Resolutely giving up the awning, Yu Bao held his punctured eyes and ran with tragic tears.

In the car, Song Ziyu stretched out his hand to press down on his temple and rubbed it. He seldom participated in entertainment programs, not because he was too arrogant, but because he was not good at expressing.

"The Peak of Dreams" had invited him many times, but this time he didn't want to accept it, but when he learned that the man would appear, he changed his mind.

The more he couldn't see through, the more he wanted to see it. Song Ziyu leaned on the back of his chair and looked at the scattered pedestrians on the street. There was a small arc on his thin lips. For some reason, he inexplicably remembered three months ago. One thing that happened was that it was raining heavily that day, and he saw He Wen standing in the rain under the apartment building. The umbrella was black, which made his already pale face look sickly white.

"The priest said I was guilty, and I want to say sorry to you."

Song Ziyu closed his eyes. He remembered what the man said. He didn't think much about it at that time because of his tiredness and disgust. Later, every time he thought about it, he felt weird. At this moment, a ringtone interrupted his thoughts.

"What's the matter with you tonight?" The tone of the agent Abang on the phone was slightly accusatory, and a bit weird: "I was distracted the whole time. I think not only the audience in the audience, but also the audience in front of the TV. Seeing the way you look at He Wen, you better pray that you won't be on the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper."

"What was the look in my eyes when I looked at him?" Song Ziyu lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was light, and he seemed to ask casually.

The man on the other end who was processing the documents paused, "The way I look at Mao Mao."

Song Ziyu was silent. Maomao was a cat raised by Abang. He had seen one person and one cat getting along. The harmonious and intimate picture was very beautiful.

"Help me cancel tomorrow's day's schedule." Song Ziyu hung up the phone after finishing speaking, and the car rolled up fallen leaves on the quiet street.

Back at the residence, He Wen took a shower and sat in front of the computer to watch the stock market trend. Fang Jun poured a glass of milk and put it beside him, then picked a chair and sat down, took He Wen’s hand from the keyboard and put it in his hand to cut Nails, some things will only become more and more proficient.

"Fang Jun, the salary of 80 yuan for "Holding Love" should be regarded as relatively good among gay movies, right?" Rolling the mouse wheel, the corners of He Wen's lips slightly lifted.

"Well, not bad." With the sound of beep cutting nails accompanied by a slight click, Fang Jun raised his eyes to see the slightly wet hair on the man's fair cheek, and couldn't help leaning over to kiss it.

The itchy touch spread from there, He Wen chuckled, turned his eyes away from the computer, turned his body to face Fang Jun, and then put the other hand in the opponent's hand.

Looking at Fang Jun's drooping eyelids and slightly pursed lips, often at this time, the handsome young man in a quiet state has soft features and is very attractive. He Wen raised his foot and rubbed the area between the young man's legs, and reached into the collar of the other's pajamas wantonly. He rubbed the skin on his chest, the nails that had just been manicured were very smooth, he scraped back and forth on the place that gradually hardened, and pressed hard with his fingertips.

"Tomorrow you have a scene to shoot, you need to show your upper body, you can't have... um... take it easy..."

An evil stream of light flashed across his eyes, He Wen sucked Fang Jun's soft lips, and swallowed all his words.

Early the next morning, the crew of "Holding Love" had already started work. This time, the filming scene was in a small room, which was the residence of Lu Dong (played by He Wen).

There are two bodies overlapped on a single bed. The slightly old grid covers only the part below the waist of the person on the top. What is exposed is the beautiful back and the unique flexible texture of the teenager. The blurred lights illuminate the body. From above, the eyes of the staff holding the whiteboards all around are straight.

He Wen was lying on the bottom with his eyes closed, his pale cheeks were flushed, his wet hair was pressed against his forehead, his light-colored lips were tightened because of discomfort, and Shi Feng was lying on top, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, his face Thin sweat overflowed, a bit of struggle and patience.

In this scene, Lu Dong was drunk at a coworker's wedding, while Chen Zexi rushed over after receiving a call, and took the drowsy man back. When he saw the man lying on the bed, pulling his clothes When he kept talking about the heat, Chen Zexi's imprisoned emotions rushed in like a rising tide, and his rationality was instantly defeated.

The camera was focused on Shi Feng's back and He Wen's face close-up. It was just a bed scene. From eight o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the morning, Ye Huai kept shouting, "Shi Feng, are you playing a zombie?" It's sex, not going to the execution ground, but it's just the act of fucking you, and it's not real fucking, what are you doing with a sullen face?" The blunt and straightforward words made all the female staff members blush.

"And you, He Wen, you have put on that face that is about to fall asleep all morning, why don't you continue after you have had enough sleep?" Ye Huai's throat was smoky, and his eyes behind the lenses were as cold as ice. Knife, the assistant next to him shrank his neck and dared not breathe out.

"Sex scenes are not about two iron rods rubbing against each other, there must be emotion." He Wen's voice slowed down, with a hint of provocation: "It can be love, or it can be eroticism."

As He Wen spoke, he raised his waist and slammed the hard object between his legs wantonly, with a wolf-like gaze: "There is no emotion, how can you move?"

The fiery part of the lower body became even more swollen after being hit like this. Shi Feng's face turned red, and his original serious expression also changed. He uncomfortably lifted the quilt and got out of bed. It is tight, and the top is a little sticky and wet, which makes the staff look away in embarrassment.

He walked over and wrapped a big towel around his waist, stood in front of Ye Huai, and looked at him calmly, "Director Ye, I can't do that kind of crazy movements and expressions."

Ye Huai sneered, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and stretched out his hand to pinch the utensil between the boy's legs under the gaze of all the staff, "You can be hard but you can't fuck, Shi Feng, you are already an adult."

Shi Feng snorted and stared at Ye Huai stiffly.

"Ye Huai, find a substitute." He Wen also sat up. As the quilt slid down, the staff's breathing became disordered. Seeing the man's white chest and back were densely packed with hickey marks, and there was a big gap at the heart. The deep tooth marks seem to be declaring ownership.

At this time, there was the sound of a key turning at the closed door, followed by a handsome voice: "I'll come."

Everyone, including He Wen, was stunned for a moment when they saw the visitor, only Ye Huai's gaze was on the sunny man who was leaning against the door behind the visitor and smiling at him with the key in his hand.

When the filming started, everyone was asked to leave except for the relevant staff, so when they saw the two people who suddenly appeared, they all showed various strange expressions, one of them was a popular superstar, and the other was a member of the fashion industry. Male model Yin Ming, the director's...family member.

Ye Huai quickly turned his gaze back to look at Song Ziyu: "Do I want to play Song Ziyu in the film as a friendship?"

Not to mention the overthinking of the staff present, even Ye Huai looked at Song Ziyu with scrutiny. This person is currently filming two TV series and one movie. The schedule will only be full and there will be no vacancies. Play a stand-in?

"Yezi, I'm leaving first, you come back early at night." Leaving a thought-provoking sentence, Yin Ming threw the key to Ye Huai, and ran quickly.

Ye Huai caught the key, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the people staring at him, walked up to Song Ziyu and smiled, "This is just a sex scene, but I don't mind being serious."

With a raised eyebrow, Song Ziyu unbuttoned his clothes with his slender fingers, and took off his shirt. He has a thin waist and broad shoulders, a smooth and well-proportioned figure, and a natural hanger.