Above, please use some force

Song Ziyu's arrogance left an indelible impression on the crew of "The Third Kind of Love", it should be said that it was all those who witnessed the whole process of that scene that day.

A few years later, some people still inadvertently mentioned the spectacular picture of that scene, and they still sighed in shock.

On the beach in March, the evening wind is a bit bitter.

He Wen was standing by the sea, wearing a thick black coat over the costume, the wind messed up his hair on his forehead, his squinted eyes were under the night sky, reflecting the lights of thousands of families on the other side of the sea and the city's extravagant prosperity .

Qiu Lang shouted Ka over and over again behind him, and everyone who heard him could hear the impetuousness and little patience left in his voice.

In this scene, Qin Ziqin, played by Zhang Yun, and Bai Rui, played by He Wen, stepped out of the barrier between the two under the bewitching of a little alcohol.

When love is spoken, what you get is that word, and everything will become better.

"Brother Wen, director Qiu called to start filming." The assistant Xiao Liu who came over pushed back his messy hair and said softly.

He Wen turned his head, the sharpness in his eyes settled into his eyes at that moment, he smiled with his lips curled up, took off his coat and handed it over.

In front of the camera, Bai Rui held Qin Ziqin's cheek in his hands, and slowly moved towards her, kissing her lips.

The picture is very beautiful, with the hazy sea shrouded in brilliance and the star-studded night sky behind. Although it is just a borrowed seat, what is presented to everyone present is the affectionate kiss of two young people who are attracted to each other.

After a while, Qiu Lang shouted, "Pass."

Zhang Yun's cheeks were flushed, and she stood there looking at He Wen's back, her heart was beating a little fast, and there was the warmth of the other's thumb on her lips, which was clearly just warm, but it made her hot palms sweat.

"Sister Yun." Her assistant lowered her voice and whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I've been on the set for so long, and what I've seen and heard is that he handles everything well." Zhang Yun said to herself, "Such a man..."

It is not something ordinary people can control.

"Look!" Someone in the crowd of onlookers in the distance exclaimed, and then more and more voices sounded, and the loud shouts broke the sky.

A platinum and silver Porsche drove up, and a young man in a white suit got out of the car, followed by many people, all of whom were holding a bouquet of roses. The number of onlookers was 99 people, holding 101 red roses in their hands. Soon there was a great shout.

These few figures are enough to explain everything.

The flashlight hit the young man's handsome face, and someone put his hand to his mouth and shouted, "Song Ziyu, it's Song Ziyu!"

The crew members recovered from the inexplicable excitement, stopped their work one after another, and looked back in unison, stopping at the man standing by the seaside smoking a cigarette.

Qiu Lang also went to see the man, and then ordered the staff outside the cordon to control the crowd.

The movement around him had already alarmed He Wen. He flicked off the cigarette ash and turned around, only to see the commotion crowd get out of the way, wearing a well-tailored suit, with black hair swaying slightly in the wind, and the face that drove countless people crazy There is an unspeakable charm under the night, and the eyes that look at it are focused and gentle.

I thought, Song Ziyu is probably the prince charming in the hearts of many women across the country.

Glancing at the roses in the hands of those people, He Wen's face was darker than the bottom of the pot in the night light, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. girl with mushroom head.

Yu Bao pointed the phone at He Wen excitedly, then she put down the phone bitterly, shrugged her shoulders and ran over.

"Hai, Brother Wen, good evening."

"Good evening." He Wen took a puff of his cigarette, inspected Yu Bao from head to toe with a smile that was not a smile, and then went to see those people placing roses on the beach.

A vulgar and old-fashioned drama, with roses and candles on the edge of a large heart-shaped pattern, and the fire swaying with the wind, it seems that the heart will be ignited at any time.

"Wow, Brother Song is so romantic!" Yu Bao clasped his hands under his chin, with a look of envy and jealousy, "Brother Wen, I really envy you, even such a top quality man has been trapped."

"You should look in the mirror and see the expression on this face." Glancing at her, He Wen twitched the corner of his mouth, "You will be fascinated by yourself."

Yu Bao swallowed his saliva, she almost choked on her own saliva just now, why?Because she was disgusted by herself.

Looking at the people who were getting closer and closer to him, He Wen held the cigarette between his fingers, "What other tricks did you use for him?"

"Cough, a ribbon of love is tied on the balloon in the air, let off fireworks, watch the ash in the sky bloom and turn into those three words together, kiss under the sky full of fireworks, a postcard a day, big downstairs Calling your name, taking you to see ghost movies, when you scream in fear..."

The expression on He Wen's face became more and more ugly following Yu Bao's words, and finally showed a fiery anger, "Get out of here while I'm calm enough."

"Okay, then I'll get out." Yu Bao wiped off the sweat on his forehead, and got out quickly.

Before leaving, Yu Bao did not forget to cast a look at Song Ziyu, she wanted to convey the message that take care, and Song Ziyu's acceptance has been settled.

The same three words, the difference cannot be greater.

The sound of a violin sounded, accompanied by the sea breeze, which fell into everyone's ears. They witnessed the courtship scene with their own eyes, and the news on the Internet was almost synchronized, which meant that countless people from all over the country were watching through different channels.

Many people who were close to each other set off from home, wanting to witness the shocking scene with their own eyes. Most of them were women, and most of them were fans of Song Ziyu and He Wen.

Song Ziyu reached out and brushed the hair on He Wen's forehead, his handsome outline became softer under the moonlight, "He Wen, what do the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses mean?"

"Everyone knows that the one is eternal love, and the other..." The expression on He Wen's face was like a burning fire, "I'll have a drink later." Fiery red light and smoke lingered between his fingers, and the night wind Flickering flickering light.

A simple sentence, a few words, overwhelmed his pride.

Song Ziyu pinched the bridge of his nose, and when he raised his head again, the thousands of stars in the sky above his head seemed to fill his eyes, and the corners of his lips were curved.

Seeing two men who are very different in personality and appearance standing face to face, there is no contradiction or abruptness, and they match surprisingly.

The surrounding crowd didn't know who was the first to start. That voice was a female voice, shouting like chicken blood, "Together! Together!"

Then there was an echo soon, until the sound of neat blessings lingered on the seashore.

Those voices in his ears were loud, Song Ziyu looked at the man in front of him with a common unruly smile on his face, and didn't care about anything.

The excitement in his heart gradually subsided, and the boiling blood in his body also slowly cooled down. I don't know if it was because of the cold wind, or he saw a trace of repulsion in the other party's eyes, as if there was something stuck in his heart.

Song Ziyu's breathing became disordered, his lips were straightened into a straight line, and he said with a tense face, "He Wen, I must be responsible to you." In fact, the draft he typed before coming here was "I want to be responsible to you." But he didn't know When facing this man, his thinking became chaotic.

"Responsible? After a shot, everyone is comfortable. You don't need to be responsible for anything." An unpredictable cold light gradually gathered in the black eyes.

This sentence made Song Ziyu's eyes turn cold. He tensed his jaw, and his tone was unusually cold. He insisted on repeating, "I must be responsible."

He Wen frowned, with a mocking smile on his lips, and said in a low voice, "Don't think that if you have a heart problem, I will treat you specially, Song Ziyu, there are three of them behind me, with me, no matter No matter how much you pay, you won't get what you want."

The man's overly flirtatious and arrogant words were expected, quite hurtful, and also trampled his self-esteem, but he didn't intend to turn back, regardless of whether there was a way behind him.

Song Ziyu took He Wen's cigarette and took a puff. He looked up at the starry sky, his expression became more and more deep in the smoke, "He Wen, I said at that time that I am not interested in women or men, only Except you." So he lowered his stance and compromised with the status quo.

He Wen gestured to Qiulang and walked towards the parking lot, Song Ziyu followed, and they drove off in the car under the envious eyes of everyone.

That day Song Ziyu was drunk and vomited in a mess, He Wen rudely threw him on the bed, and when he got out of the shower, he saw Song Ziyu staring at him with confused eyes, his shirt and tie pulled aside, baggy, and the corners of his clothes rolled up a little, The belly button and strong abs were exposed, half of the pants belt was torn off, and the hand was placed on the zipper, and slowly pulled down in front of him.

He Wen raised his eyebrows, he found that Song Ziyu would be special when he was on the bed... let go...

"Who am I?" He Wen asked with a light smile as he walked over and squeezed the protrusion on Song Ziyu's chest, rubbing it through his shirt.

Song Ziyu shook his head, suddenly put his hand on He Wen's shoulder, touched his back and hugged him suddenly, kissing his lips.

The entangled tip of the tongue sucked vigorously, as if wanting to suck blood, between the biting lips, the teeth continued to bite down, the oozing blood overflowed in the mingled saliva.

When Song Ziyu woke up the next day, the figure of the man had disappeared from the pillow. He buried his head sideways in the pillow and took a deep breath of the breath of the man, with a smile on his lips.

When fish fans saw on Weibo the person they loved for many years came out to admit the uproarious video on the beach, everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts.

Some sat in front of the computer and cried, some tore up all the posters at home, and some ran to He Wen's post bar and cursed.

The agent was busy cleaning up the mess for Song Ziyu, and stopped several difficult problems thrown by advertisers for him. With only one mouth and Song Ziyu's future value, he successfully stabilized the turbulent situation.

Just when the situation was rising, Song Ziyu terminated the contract with New Vision and paid several million liquidated damages.

The controversy in the entertainment industry has risen again. When it was rumored and confirmed that Song Ziyu went to He Wen's company, the country was completely chaotic.

On the day of the press conference, Song Ziyu stood in front of the camera. His facial features after makeup were more profound and charming. He raised his chin slightly and said to the fans he sincerely thanked, accept him or lose me, you decide for yourself.

When he said this, he showed a rare smile, and his handsome face instantly softened, shrouded in a dazzling light.

The audience in front of the TV knew that that smile belonged to only one person, a man named He Wen.

You can wait for the green light to cross the road yourself, but you are not qualified to ask others to cross the road at the green light.

So Song Ziyu doesn't expect everyone to accept his decision and give him blessings, he just does what he can and wants to do.

This turmoil did not show signs of subsiding, and the endless scandals in the circle could not overwhelm Song Ziyu's one.

The fish fans have collectively protested at He Wen's company at the beginning and now accept it. Song Ziyu's assistant Yu Bao contributed the most, so she got the salary increase she wanted, doubled it, and threw the red banknotes happily. The mall went.

In the conference room, He Wen was sitting on a chair, propping his head on one hand, and twirling a pen in the other hand.

There was a problem with the next attraction of "The Third Kind of Love". The person in charge of that restaurant said that another crew had booked at double the price, so they had to find a new place.

Time is tight, and finding a restaurant that looks like it was tailor-made for this movie is easier said than done.

The meeting held this time was completely a family gathering. He Wen at the top was obviously the head of the family, and Song Ziyu and Fang Jun were sitting next to him.

Withdrawing all the edges and corners and coldness, Song Ziyu frowned and looked at the documents in his hand, the sound of paper turning came out between his fingers.

Fang Jun took a sip of water, and looked down at the documents. After a while, he made his proposal, and was attacked by Song Ziyu the next moment.

Although the words were a bit cold, and the words were all about defeating Fang Jun's proposal, anyone who heard it would think that he was deliberately targeting Fang Jun, but Song Ziyu's analysis was very reasonable and impeccable.

He Wen raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Ziyu's thin lips that kept moving and occasionally pursed. He raised the corners of his mouth with a meaningful smile.

The scene that only took about two seconds was captured by Fang Jun. He frowned, and his breath seemed to be wrapped in a layer of ice.

What started out as a discussion of solutions only somehow turned into a war of words.

Back arrows shuttled endlessly in the air, and the atmosphere cooled down again and again.

He Wen stroked his forehead with his hand, showing sharp eyes like a wild beast, and growled, "Playing with children, right? Damn, if you have this strength, fuck me hard on the bed, you can beat me It is the real ability to be weak in hands and feet."

The evil voice spoke ambiguous and explicit words, and the atmosphere on the table changed instantly.