Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Feng Ling once again set his gaze on the ear of the murderer in the movie.

The murderer on the iPad screen licked the blood on the back of his hand, touched the snake-shaped ear clip on the ear with his fingers, leaving a little red on the snake's head, and the blood dripped on the pale earlobe like a blood-red birthmark.

He walked through the narrow, dirty and dark corridor, and suddenly turned his head to look over, his eyes were silent, and he looked at the person outside the screen calmly.

Feng Ling's index finger stroked the pale face, and he turned off the video without hesitation, in order to calm his slightly boiling blood.

He held his breath, suppressed the man's inferior excitement aroused by the blood in the movie, and told himself to forget what happened in the closed dressing room, and greeted the pure actor outside the door with a calm and serious attitude.

But when he opened the door, a thin and soft body with the smell of melting snow directly bumped into his arms.

The waist was hugged tightly.

"..."

All the preparations that had been made collapsed in an instant.

When the person in his arms looked up to talk to him, seeing that face, the tight tension in his body snapped that string in his brain.

The person in his arms was wrapped in plain clothes, with long hair like a waterfall, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes, as clear as a deep lake, set off waves of mist, as if something was about to overflow.

Feng Ling's mind went blank, and he didn't respond for a long time.

Those eyes blinked, and when they opened again, they became quiet and indifferent, with slightly frowned eyebrows.

There was no condemnation and no masked dissatisfaction.

"Feng Ling, did you hear what I said?"

"..."

Shen Huai let go of Feng Ling's waist and moved away from his arms.

He was wearing a white underclothes and a lake green gauze in the costume of Xianxia, ​​with wide sleeves and wide sleeves. When the flowing sleeves were removed from him, they passed over his waist and wrists, as if the breath on his body was also taken away. Take away a layer.

Shen Huai stood there silently.

Thin and unyielding body, quiet green clothes, long hair, clear and indifferent eyebrows.

The air is not only quiet, it's getting colder.

Feng Ling could see his dissatisfaction, but he didn't know what he did wrong.

He doesn't have any experience with this kind of thing.

Shen Huai was silent for a minute, and the corners of his mouth that were in a straight line loosened, "In the dressing room before, you did an audition without saying hello to me. I thought you liked this way, so I came to try it out with you. Why do you have such an attitude when filming the scene?"

Feng Ling felt both "surprisingly" and "as expected" at the same time.

What Shen Huai pretended in his heart, what made him care so much, was indeed a play.

In the scene that should be filmed now according to the plan, the character played by Shen Huai will bump into his arms with ulterior motives and ask him to save "her".

In the dressing room, Shen Huai actively cooperated with him and instructed him how to make good shots. Now he has not caught Shen Huai's scenes at all, and he is still like a piece of wood.

Feng Ling was a little guilty, and it was rare for him to cooperate with others with a good temper, "Do it again?"

Excellent actors only have emotions for the play, and the anger in their hearts quickly disappeared, "You are acting for the first time, and I am too demanding."

He returned to his original calm and calm look, "You didn't catch it, on the one hand because of suddenness, and on the other hand because you are not used to my women's clothing."

Feng Ling didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

Shen Huai's professional attitude is indescribable, and the audition is still wearing makeup, which makes his attitude not correct.

Feng Ling felt apologetic in his heart, but he wasn't very good at apologizing, and he was frowning in thought.

Shen Huai looked around his face and said, "Then let's get acquainted with my female makeup first."

After Shen Huai moved away, Feng Ling, who didn't look directly at his face, was slightly stunned, "What?"

"Okay." He said a few seconds later, without Shen Huai saying it again.

This is not the first time Shen Huai has come to Feng Ling's room. It has the same layout as his room. The brightest place is in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that night when he was familiar with his body.

The table has not been moved since it was moved there last time, and it is just the right size, separating the two people sitting opposite each other so that they can lean over and break through at any time.

After letting Feng Ling see the birthmark on his ear, Shen Huai did not deliberately cover it up. He brushed his long hair behind his back, bathed in the bright but not strong sunlight in the afternoon, and completely exposed his face in front of Feng Ling.

"Why don't you look at me?" Shen Huai asked directly, and then he said: "Feng Ling, look at me, take a good look at me."

Feng Ling stabilized his mind, and with difficulty set his eyes on Shen Huai's smooth and clean face.

Shen Huai was also looking at Feng Ling. In order to take a good look at the person who was going to act with him, he put his arms on the table and moved a little closer, "This perspective seems to be from a boyfriend's perspective."

"..."

The mind that had just stabilized became chaotic again.

Shen Huai nodded, "Our drama is an idol drama, and there will be many perspectives for the audience."

The person who disturbed other people's minds calmed down after saying this, and looked at Feng Ling with a deep and gentle gaze.

Feng Ling stabilized his mind again, and looked at him intently.

A person who can attract millions of fans with his looks at the age of 17, and a person who can lead the audience away with his facial features in movies, is the most beautiful person Feng Ling has ever seen.

She is the darling of the heavens, chased by the heavens to enjoy the food, and there are no dead ends in her facial features.

The lip shape is beautiful, whether it is opened or pressed, it can always bring out a distinctive coldness and stubbornness.

Yamane's straight and sharp nose was made smaller and more delicate than usual by the makeup artist.

The most unforgettable thing is his eyes. If he hadn't met Shen Huai, Feng Ling would not have believed that there would be such a pair of eyes in the world.

The eye shape, lying silkworms, and eyelashes are all beautiful, and even the little red mole hiding at the root of the eyelashes can make people sigh.

His pupils are pitch-black, the whites of his eyes are clean and never white, and there is a layer of faint blue in the water, which makes the eyes more clear and deep, like a deep lake, only with enough depth can there be the beauty and tranquility of the lake.

A moderate wind blew on the entire glass, and the evening red began to rippling on the two rivers outside the window.

The two looked at each other quietly, their eyes traced carefully on each other's faces, and the closing of their eyelashes could stir the still air.

Looking at each other for about 90 seconds, Shen Huai put his hand on Feng Ling's neck like in the dressing room, and said in a low voice, "Feng Ling."

The nerves of Feng Ling's neck where he touched were numb and slightly tense, his Adam's apple rolled, and he squeezed out the word "um" from his throat, still staring at Shen Huai intently.

Shen Huai rubbed his fingertips lightly on his neck, then adjusted the angle for him a little bit, and casually said: "You are a straight man, from your straight man's point of view, compared with the ones you have seen before, , how about my dress?"

Feng Ling's lips moved, and when he spoke again, his natural voice was hoarse and deep, "Don't compare like this, you are a man."

He could no longer recall any woman's face in his mind.

Shen Huai was in a good mood when he returned to the room, and his assistant A Tong could tell.

He slowly moved to sit next to Shen Huai, and said expressionlessly: "Today, I deliberately led the waiter to have too many people in the toilet, and stopped the makeup artist for you."

Shen Huai turned to look at him, "A-Tong is awesome, so?"

A-Tong said, "I've fallen in love with something, can you give me two years' salary first?"

"..." Shen Huai stretched out his hand, and A-Tong hurriedly handed him the phone.

It's a pink Lamborghini, the Aventador S.

Shen Huai called a well-connected friend to order one for the assistant, and the corner of the cold-faced little assistant's mouth immediately raised.

Shen Huai said jokingly: "More than 900 million, A-Tong, I will give you all the salary I can get for a movie."

A-Tong sat upright, pursed his lips and said generously: "The co-driver will sit for you."

Shen Huai smiled, not exposing the false special treatment he gave.

The sports car has only two seats, and whoever sits in his car is the co-driver.

Shen Huai got up and patted his head to wash. A-Tong saw that he was spraying perfume into his body lotion before taking a bath, and asked, "Are you going to pickle yourself again?"

"..."

When Shen Huai came out of the bath, A-Tong had already prepared the swaddling quilt. After Shen Huai retracted into the quilt, he rolled Shen Huai and the quilt around, and after making sure that the quilt wrapped Shen Huai tightly, he faced the wrapped quilt. Shen Huai in the quilt took a photo, added a text to the photo, and posted it in his private circle of friends on WeChat with only five people.

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Tomorrow, there will be close contact with Feng Ling, in order to make the perfume like body fragrance, Shen Huai resisted climbing out to stop it.

A Tong looked at the fan car and Shen Huai, the silkworm baby, and was very happy all night.

Feng Ling thought that he was used to Shen Huai's women's clothing, but when Shen Huai appeared in front of him the next day in full makeup and attire, he was still in a daze.

Not to mention the rest of the crew.

As soon as the door of the nanny's car was opened, several people stared blankly, and the sound of breathing was clearly audible.

Shen Huai has long been accustomed to the gaze of others, and calmly got out of the car.

He had just taken a step when he saw Feng Ling who had just got off the car walking towards him, he didn't care at first, but after taking two steps, he suddenly noticed something strange and turned his head.

Shen Huai's makeup is done by his own makeup artist, not by the crew's makeup artist together with other actors in the crew. In addition, his makeup is more complicated, so he comes to the set after painting in advance.

Feng Ling hadn't put on makeup yet. He was wearing simple black suit pants and a white shirt. The clothes tailored by the haute couture workshop fully highlighted his tall and handsome figure.

The head that was taller than the people around him drooped, and he bent down slightly, lifting the hem of the skirt that slid to the ground behind him.

From Shen Huai's angle, he could just see his straight nose and broad shoulders, and his slender fingers with protruding knuckles held the corner of the white skirt, preventing it from getting dust.

"Teacher Shen!"

The director walked over with a person, and seeing Shen Huai's face turned away after hearing the sound, he was stunned for a few seconds, his eyes lit up for a while, and he introduced to Shen Huai excitedly: "This is the new male third member of our crew, Yu Yichen. "

Yu Yichen had filmed two online dramas before, one of which was very popular this year, and he followed suit. He participated in an event with Shen Huai, and Shen Huai was a little familiar with him.

Standing beside the director, Yu Yichen stared at him slightly, as if surprised.

Others might think that he did this when he saw Shen Huai's women's clothing, but Shen Huai noticed where his gaze settled, and knew that he was only surprised when he saw Feng Ling bending over to lift his skirt for him.

"That Yu Yichen looked at Feng Ling in the wrong way." While waiting for the scene, Shen Huai said to A-Tong, "He might like Feng Ling."

A Tong held the phone and did not lift his head, "Oh, the seasoning and tool man for your feelings appeared."

"..."

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