Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Shen Huai was stunned for a few seconds when Feng Ling held his neck.

The pain at the beginning stimulated the numbness of being trapped, and Shen Huai subconsciously grabbed the clothes around Feng Ling's waist.

Suppressing the change in his heart, he exhaled with difficulty to calm himself down.

Bend your knees according to the script and make a movement to push him away.

But the two were too close, Feng Ling didn't know if he had forgotten the script, it was too difficult for Shen Huai to bend his knees, under the robe, his knees could only rub against Feng Ling's legs.

The force on his lips increased, and Feng Ling's breathing became obviously a lot heavier.

It's rare that Shen Huai can't concentrate on acting in the play.

Feng Ling is a little strange today.

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Feng Ling slightly arched his waist, and cooperated with him to make him bend his knees.

It was dozens of seconds behind schedule, and realizing what Feng Ling meant, Shen Huai immediately knelt down. At this moment, the distance between the two was still very close, and Shen Huai's knee brushed against Feng Ling's waist.

The knee clearly traced the contours of the abdominal muscles. Shen Huai's knee didn't know if it was heating due to friction. When he heard Feng Ling's heavy breathing, for the first time in his life, he hoped that the director would call out quickly.

"Card! Stop!"

The director seemed to hear his heart, and he called to stop when he thought so.

The scene was very quiet and very restless.

The director scratched his head, he couldn't believe that this was a scene shot by Shen Huai, and he didn't know how to say it.

The previous shots were all very good, Feng Ling himself added the scene to catch Shen Huai before he fell, which was very good.

Feng Ling's biting kiss is also very good, which fits the character's intense mood of hate and love at the time.

But the back has to be pushed there, what is it?

However, the vibe there is really good.

He could feel the excitement of the onlookers, especially the girls, their eyes were shining and they were about to scream.

The monitor was still playing back, the rubbing of the legs under the robe, Feng Ling bowing his waist, and Shen Huai's knees pushing his waist, all seemed to have ambiguous hints, which made people want to scream excitedly.

The director has a headache.

He stared at the monitor and thought, without saying whether he wanted to retake the film, Feng Ling got up and pulled Shen Huai up, and the two stood there waiting.

Shen Huai patted the grass clippings on his body. He lowered his head and patted lightly and slowly, thinking about Feng Ling's weirdness today while patting.

It's always a bit weird, but it seems reasonable in retrospect.

If you have to say, he is a bit active today, and he is a bit aggressive.

Shen Huai raised his eyes and stared intently at Shang Feng Ling.

"How……"

Before Shen Huaiqi finished speaking, a finger dropped from the corner of his lips.

"Ms. Shen has lipstick on the corner of her mouth."

The makeup in men's clothing is white, the lips are bright, and there is a layer of lipstick on the lips. When the two kissed just now, the friction between the lips not only left the lipstick on the sealed lips, but also rubbed against the corners of Shen Huai's lips.

On the soft corners of the lips, the fingertips were slightly rough, and the corners of the lips were stretched uncomfortably.

Shen Huai's eyelashes drooped, leaving only a glint of eyes on the hand at the corner of his lips.

Then, he smiled in his heart, confirming that something was wrong with Feng Ling.

At that time in the hotel bathroom, when Shen Huai asked Feng Ling to look at the birthmark on his ear, his hands were stained with water, and Feng Ling was able to take out a handkerchief to wipe his hands. Now that the corner of his lips rubbed lipstick, would Feng Ling use his hands directly? ?

He doesn’t have a handkerchief in his costume, but he’s not filming now, and the assistant is standing not far away, can’t he call?

Under the cover of long eyelashes, there was a little smile in the eyes, and when they looked up, they turned into surprise.

In line with this surprise, he turned his head when he looked at Feng Ling.

Suddenly, the finger that was originally at the corner of the lips rubbed against the lips due to turning.

Even after applying a thick layer of lipstick, the lips are incredibly soft, and the fingertips almost sink in, as if they are about to be sucked.

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and couldn't control the finger. Rationally, he should withdraw it immediately, but he didn't know why the finger didn't move.

Shen Huai opened his lips to speak, but when his finger was about to sink in, that finger quickly moved away.

Feng Ling's face was normal, but Shen Huai caught a glimpse of his reddened ears, it seemed that the redness didn't start just now.

The surprise in his eyes had receded, and turned into another seriousness of discovering a little secret, staring at Feng Ling's lips.

Feng Ling's body tensed up, and he swallowed restrainedly. His bestial instinct told him that it was a bit dangerous at this time.

His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about why Shen Huai stared at his lips like this, what he would say, and how he would respond.

If Shen Huai asked him why he bit him.

He replied that he thought it was in line with the character setting, and the scene was beautiful.

If Shen Huai asked him why his kissing skills were so poor.

He replied that he would practice hard in the future.

If Shen Huai...

"Feng Ling, we have the same lipstick on our lips, half on your lips and half on mine."

Feng Ling: "..."

At this moment, a young female producer in the crew suddenly yelled, and then she covered her mouth and ran away.

Shen Huai didn't pay attention, but he glanced at it, then turned his head to look at Feng Ling, he looked in a good mood, with appreciation in his eyes, "I didn't expect that you also learned Feng Ling."

Feng Ling turned his eyes slightly, and said guiltily, "What have you learned?"

It was the first time he did such a thing, and he didn't know how he behaved. When Shen Huai asked, he wondered if Shen Huai had discovered it.

If Shen Huai saw it, it would be really...

"I learned how to stir-fry CP, or I started to consciously prepare materials for future CP fans."

Feng Ling: "..."

The director stood up from behind the monitor, "Shoot this scene again later, Feng Ling presses down on Shen Huai and be careful not to press his legs, the makeup artist touches up the makeup, and Teacher Li adjusts their movements again."

Makeup is mainly to touch up lipstick. Shen Huai lowered his head calmly and asked his female makeup artist to touch up a little for him. He pursed his lips naturally to make the lipstick more even.

Feng Ling watched him purse his lips together, and pressed the fingertips that were almost sunk between his lips, firmly on the palm of his hand.

No one could describe Feng Ling's expression at this time.

The make-up artist of the crew walked up to him, took a look at his elusive face, and took a makeup remover wipe to wipe off the lipstick on his mouth.

Feng Ling came back to his senses, seeing that the makeup artist was about to wipe off his lipstick, he turned his head away inexplicably.

The makeup artist laughed and joked, "What? You don't want me to wipe off Teacher Shen's lipstick?"

Hearing this, Shen Huai turned his head and looked over.

Feng Ling immediately said: "No, I was thinking about a play just now."

Then he also bowed his head and asked the makeup artist to wipe it off for him.

The two also bowed their heads, the lipstick on the two mouths, one was amplified by the makeup artist, and the other was wiped off.

Feng Ling pursed his refreshing lips, and Shen Huai's words rang in his mind again.

They have the same lipstick on their lips.

The second pass of this scene was quickly finished, Shen Huai went to the monitor to watch the replay, and Feng Ling sat on the grass and looked up at the sky.

After that, four more scenes were filmed peacefully. This morning, his part of the scene was over, and he sat back on the grass.

After a long time, he sent a message to Qin Donggu.

Feng Ling: [I did as you said. ]

Qin Donggu, who was idle in his company, returned in seconds.

Qin Donggu: [Okay, you have the power to move!Say no to it, isn't it quick to do it, tell me how it goes? ]

Feng Ling: [He thought I was frying CP. ]

Qin Donggu: […]

He knew very well that it was difficult for Feng Ling to be a pure lover on the surface, but he was really serious in his heart.

At this moment, he could already imagine how he felt when Shen Huai said he was firing CP after the serious Fa Xiao made intimate gestures to Shen Huai.

Qin Donggu hurriedly took the responsibility on himself.

Qin Donggu: [I forgot about this, you guys were going to fire CP. ]

Qin Donggu: [Then you can do something far more than hype CP, CP is to act, such as a kissing action, but you can kiss for real, right? ]

Feng Ling: [?roll! ]

Qin Donggu sent another message to Feng Ling, but Feng Ling ignored him.

Until Qin Donggu asked: [Did you just give up like this? ]

Feng Ling: [I began to doubt your IQ. When there is no camera, would he still think that I am frying CP? ]

Qin Donggu: […]

Qin Donggu: [Yes!Why didn't I think of it, what are you going to do? ]

Feng Ling didn't answer him, because he didn't think of what to do now.

Feng Ling spent the whole afternoon thinking about what to do. In the evening, he found that Shen Huai and his assistant had each pushed a bicycle, instead of taking the nanny's car.

"Mr. Shen wants to go back by bicycle?"

"Well, I want to blow the night breeze."

It was originally difficult for Shen Huai to ride a bicycle, and he was very likely to be surrounded by fans.

But after eight o'clock in the evening, tourists are not allowed to come in. Hengdian only has people from various production groups, and it is not impossible for him to ride a bicycle at this time.

Feng Ling suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity.

After Shen Huai said this, Feng Ling should have stepped aside, but he didn't, and glanced at Shen Huai and then at A-Tong.

A Tong: "?"

He hurriedly ran away on his little pink bicycle.

Feng Ling: "..."

Shen Huai looked at him, as if he could see his thoughts, "Do you want to be together?"

Feng Ling nodded.

Shen Huai rode up, put one leg on the ground, turned his head back, and motioned for him to sit up, "Come on."

Feng Ling: "..."

When Feng Ling sat on the back seat of Shen Huai's bicycle and was driven back to the hotel by Shen Huai, he felt something was wrong.

It was completely different from what he imagined.

In his imagination, he should be the one who drove Shen Huai back to the hotel. On the way back, there was a steep downhill. When he got there, he would suddenly say to Shen Huai: "It's going downhill, hurry up."

Shen Huai might wrap his arms around his waist in a hurry.

Even if Shen Huai didn't put his arms around his waist, but grabbed his clothes, then he could pat his hand reassuringly at the steepest place, or be bolder, hold his hand directly.

Shen Huai suddenly said: "It's going downhill, hurry up."

Feng Ling, who was imagining, subconsciously followed his imagination and hugged Shen Huai's waist.

Shen Huai: "..."

Feng Ling: "..."

The selfie car continued to move forward, and no one spoke.

The night wind blew away the broken hair on Shen Huai's forehead, revealing an undisguised smile between his brows and eyes, he squeezed the corners of his mouth hard, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

Feng Ling: "...a little bit."

Shen Huai pursed his lower lip again, "Oh, then hug me."

Feng Ling just put his arms around Shen Huai's waist.

After Shen Huai fell from the ladder last time and was caught by him, this was the first time he hugged Shen Huai's waist so tightly.

Still so thin that he sighed in his heart.

He couldn't help measuring it in his heart. He didn't know the exact amount, but his waist circumference definitely didn't exceed 60cm.

When hugging him tightly like this, the breath from Shen Huai's body reached the tip of his nose almost without loss.

The same lipstick was wiped off their lips, but the same smell is still on their bodies, and among so many people in the world, they are the only ones who have it.

The smell of petitgrain and rosemary is best smelled for a long time in the bleak autumn night wind, and can linger in the deepest memory.

Another gust of autumn wind blew over the fallen leaves, and the coolness of the late autumn night remained on the face and hair.

Feng Ling suddenly realized something, he cursed himself secretly, and when the speed of the car slowed down after going downhill, he stretched his legs and got out of the car easily.

Shen Huai stepped on the ground, turned around and saw Feng Ling's ugly face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Mr. Shen, the journey is more than halfway, I'll take you for the rest."

Although Shen Huai was puzzled, seeing that his expression was not relaxed, he agreed.

Before riding the bike, Feng Ling took off his own coat and put it on Shen Huai.

His coat was one size larger than Shen Huai's, and it easily wrapped Shen Huai, carrying the warmth of his body.

Shen Huai froze for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at him.

A Tong was getting farther and farther in front of them. There was no one else on this road, and there was a green belt across the road. The lively chatter at the barbecue stall over there made the place even quieter, as if there were only the two of them in the world.

There was a layer of dim yellow light from the night lamp on Feng Ling's face, but it didn't soften his face. As long as his face wasn't pretending to be gentle, it would appear sharp and flamboyant, let alone when his eyebrows were unconsciously furrowed.

Feeling the temperature rising a layer around his body, Shen Huai knew why Feng Ling suddenly wanted to carry him.

He didn't even remember having a fever.

Shen Huai often forgets the small problems on his body. In the past hard work that he never relaxed for a moment, he has become used to depression, and others can't see it, as if he has forgotten it too.

A little longer, in his previous life, he didn't have the energy to pay attention to these small problems.

He himself forgot, but Feng Ling still remembered.

Shen Huai grabbed the much wider cuffs of his clothes, and was speechless for a moment.

The two changed positions and the bike continued on.

Feng Ling asked Shen Huai: "Is Teacher Shen cold?"

Shen Huai shook his head.

Naturally, Feng Ling couldn't see it. He looked at the cool moon in the night sky, and the words lingered in his mouth several times before he said, "If it's cold, you can come closer to me, so that the wind won't blow through."

After a few seconds, Shen Huai put his arms around Feng Ling's waist.

Feng Ling's waist and abdomen tensed up slightly.

After giving the coat to Shen Huai, there was only a loose shirt on his body, which was tightly bound by Shen Huai's arms.

The sleeves of his coat were a bit longer than Shen Huai's. Shen Huai put his arms around his waist, and his wrists were completely protected, only his hands were exposed.

Feng Ling looked at those hands several times, and when he was looking ahead, one hand covered the hands around his waist.

No matter in the warm nanny's car or in the cold autumn wind, the temperature of Feng Ling's palm is very high.

Shen Huai rubbed his index finger lightly on the shirt, and then he didn't move again.

Feng Ling just kept holding it, even when going uphill.