Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Qin Donggu doesn't intend to continue this confusing topic with him.

He talked about today's doubts.

Qin Donggu: [Shen Huai really thinks you are a pervert?Why don't I feel like that? ]

Feng Ling: [I don't feel like it either. ]

Qin Donggu: [If he treats you as a pervert, won't he hit you if he hugs you? ]

Feng Ling: [He can't beat me, but you're right, he didn't push me away, and even gave me a very precious birthday present. ]

Qin Donggu: […]

I don't know where to start complaining.

Qin Donggu: [Then do you want to continue?In this case, we can proceed slowly. ]

Feng Ling: [I want to confess my love to him. ]

Qin Donggu: [?Wake up! ]

Qin Donggu: [Without a foundation of good feelings, the confession will definitely be rejected, and then he will start to avoid you. ]

Qin Donggu: [Maybe all of you will be embarrassed to shoot this drama. ]

Dodging the drama really made Feng Ling hesitate.

He couldn't accept that Shen Huai avoided him.

I'm also trying my best not to let this drama drag Shen Huai back.

He hesitated for a moment, and began to worry again.

While hesitating, Feng Ling looked at Shen Huai's portrait again.

In his youth, Shen Huai seemed to be a cold and aloof and arrogant student god.

Such a person must have suffered a lot when he entered the entertainment industry and made it all the way to the present.

He is still a little cold now, but he no longer puts his arrogance on his face and restrains his emotions.

Involuntarily, Feng Ling's heart began to feel dense pain again.

He looked at the photo for a long time and decided to follow his heart.

Feng Ling was looking at Shen Huai's portrait, and Shen Huai, who was separated by a wall, was looking at his mother's photo on his phone.

He touched the woman in the photo with his hand, and said softly: "I gave him the painting, don't be angry, he is not someone else."

Shen Huai raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and said with certainty: "He is the one I like, and he will become another son of my mother."

He looked at the person in the photo, the longer the time passed, the more he couldn't maintain the smile on his face, his eyelashes were half drooping, he looked at his legs and said, "It feels so good to be loved by others."

A sudden cough interrupted his thoughts.

In such a short 1 minute, Shen Huai recovered as before, turned off the phone and went to sleep.

The next day, when Shen Huai woke up, his throat was dry and itchy. When he came out to find water to drink, he saw A Tong sitting on the sofa in the living room, staring at the familiar thermos cup on the coffee table.

You don't need to ask, you can tell at a glance that it was sent by Feng Ling.

There was no show this morning, and Shen Huai slept until ten o'clock. This should have been prepared by Feng Ling before he went to the set.

A-Tong frowned and stared at the thermos cup. Shen Huai thought something was wrong, so he heard A-Tong say, "Did he wholesale a box of thermos cups?"

Why every day.

Shen Huai: "..."

"It's not your fault, why didn't you return the thermos I drank to him."

A-Tong pouted, "Why don't you let his assistant come and get it?"

Which assistant should handle the thermos cup? A-Tong and Shen Huai were serious all the way. When they arrived on the set, they began to look for Feng Ling's assistant. When they saw him, they were taken aback.

Shen Huai sensed his strangeness and followed his gaze.

The weather is getting colder and colder, today He He is wearing a white shirt with a fluffy pink sweater layered on top of it.

Shen Huai: "..."

Ah Tong: "I think..."

Shen Huai: "You don't want to."

A-Tong took out his phone, and when he opened it, he was on the chat page with He He. On the way, he typed half a sentence: "Hurry up and get Feng Ling's..."

A Tong delete, re-enter.

A Tong: [You look great in a pink sweater today. ]

He He: [? ? ? ]

I sent him the [I've suffered enough from love] emoji two days ago, and today I praised him for being good-looking?

What's the meaning!

He He, who had never encountered such a thing before, saw A Tong walking towards him while looking at him, and wanted to back away nervously.

Less than a minute after Shen Huai arrived on the set, Feng Ling walked up to him.

He first glanced at the clothes Shen Huai was wearing, and then put his palm on Shen Huai's forehead.

On the forehead exposed to the cold air, a warm palm was suddenly attached.

Shen Huai's eyelashes quivered by his unexpected action.

"It seems to have a fever again." Feng Ling said.

"Your palm is too hot, can you be sure?" Shen Huai said.

Feng Ling let out an ah, and looked down at him.

He just looked and didn't speak, Shen Huai looked up at him suspiciously.

As soon as he raised his head, Feng Ling lowered his head immediately, and their foreheads were stuck together like this.

Shen Huai looked up at him, and Feng Ling was also looking at him.

The eyes of the two people looking at each other have never been closer, and they can see the reflection in each other's eyes and every eyelash.

When Feng Ling lowered his head to look at him, the tails of those eyes were raised even higher, deep and sharp, covering him deeply.

The slow breathing is interlaced with the rhythm of the heartbeat, and the temperature on the forehead is fused together. No one knows whether the body temperature is normal or not.

After Shen Huai was slightly startled, he wanted to laugh at his straight man's tricks.

With his expression unchanged, he stretched out his right index finger and pressed it on the left side of Feng Ling's chin.

The soft fingertips rested on the firm chin for two or three seconds, and slowly pushed upwards along the tight and sharp jawline until it reached Feng Ling's lower ear. His head was gently pushed away.

Half of Feng Ling's face was numb, he swallowed unconsciously, and his protruding Adam's apple rolled.

He coughed, lowered his head and raised his head again, "Well, it's really hot, is the fever serious again?"

Shen Huai glanced lightly over the reddened ears that had been pushed by him just now, implying, "Is it my forehead that is hot?"

Feng Ling suddenly fell silent, and his ears seemed to turn redder.

Shen Huai pursed his lips to suppress his smile.

"What are you two doing!" the director yelled.

Feng Ling: "We're frying CP!"

director:"……"

Shen Huai: "..."

A slight disappointment appeared on Shen Huai's face, "Are you speculating on CP just now?"

"I don't..." Seeing the disappointment on his face, Feng Ling opened his mouth to explain, but stopped when he got to the point of his mouth. He pondered for a few seconds, "Yes, but the concern is real."

"Have you taken the medicine?" Shen Huai asked immediately before he could open his mouth.

Shen Huai nodded and let him go temporarily, "Drink it, thank you."

He saw that Ah Tong had walked to He He's side and was poking He He's sweater with his hand. He He looked like he was facing a big enemy.

He said helplessly to Feng Ling: "Tell He He not to be nervous, A-Tong just loves pink and has no resistance to pink things."

"Okay." Feng Ling replied a few seconds later, thoughtfully.

After Feng Ling came over, A-Tong left.

He He stood tightly behind Feng Ling, looking like he was being bullied.

Feng Ling ignored him, he seemed to be thinking about something.

He He: "..."

However, why do you touch your left cheek when you think about things?Is this some habit he hasn't noticed?

Feng Ling recovered and saw He He's nervous and aggrieved face.

"Didn't you notice that A-Tong's bicycle and sports car are both pink?"

"Ah?" He He was at a loss.

"Your sweater is also pink."

He He: "..."

Feng Ling: "Why are you so nervous? Don't you want to have a good relationship with A-Tong?"

He He was even more at a loss, "Why should I have a good relationship with A-Tong?"

Feng Ling: "Mr. Shen and I are playing cp, you two assistants have a good relationship."

He He still didn't understand the logical relationship in this, why not let the two agents get on better?

Feng Ling felt that He He could not be counted on, so he could only do it himself.

When Shen Huai and Yu Yichen were filming the next day, Feng Ling walked up to A-Tong.

A Tong glanced at him and continued to look at Shen Huai.

A hand suddenly stretched out in front of him, and in the palm was a big and shiny pink gemstone.

Ah Tong's eyes were fixed on it.

He looked at it for a long time and looked away with difficulty, "What are you doing?"

Feng Ling put the pink gem into A-Tong's hand, "I have a question to ask you."

"..." A-Tong said with a straight face, "Ask."

"Ms. Shen gave me a present on my birthday. I haven't invited him to dinner yet. I want to ask him what he likes to eat. Also, does he like flowers?"

A-Tong: "..."

He looked at Feng Ling with a look of disbelief, a bit hard to say.

Going around in a circle, just sending flowers.

Holding the pink gemstone in his hand, Ah Tong said: "He also likes flowers, that is, roses must be Austin-shaped, lilies must have double petals without fragrance and core, and tulips must also have double petals. I like it very much, it must be imported from Kenya and has been processed after harvest, so that the petals cannot be dropped."

Feng Ling: "..."

How should I put it, the value given by Pink Gemstone has a lot of information.

Feng Ling has never bought flowers. The only person he sent flowers to was his mother, and the flowers were also cut in his own yard.

He knows little about flowers, but there is a little girl who often sends flowers.

Feng Ling: [I want to send flowers to Shen Huai, is there a better flower shop? ]

Qin Donggu: […]

Sending flowers, this is a bit vulgar at the beginning.

Qin Donggu: [Do you have any new plans? ]

Feng Ling: [Well, I'll just be nice to him. ]

Qin Donggu: [Aren't you afraid of being treated as a friend and issued a good person card? ]

Feng Ling: [I'll be more intimate. ]

Qin Donggu: [Aren't you afraid of being treated as a pervert? ]

Feng Ling: [I said it was speculation about CP. ]

Qin Donggu: […]

Qin Donggu: [Awesome Feng Ling!Is this "treating others in the same way"? ]

Qin Donggu: [Then what should he do if he really fires CP? ]

Feng Ling: [I am sincere to him, and I will confess my love to him on the day of the finale. There is still more than a month left, so I can make him realize my sincerity. ]

Qin Donggu: [OK, full support!I'll bring you any flowers you want. ]

Although he felt a little silly, Shen Huai was emotionally blank, maybe it happened just right.

Qin Donggu: [Is there any progress today? ]

Feng Ling pinched his ears that seemed to be still burning, but didn't answer him.

On the afternoon of the second day of Feng Ling's birthday, Shen Huai asked for leave to shoot commercials in other places.

Feng Ling hurriedly invited the crew to dinner. It was agreed on the birthday, so it wasn't too abrupt.

He booked a restaurant, and the crew opened up to eat without any scruples, and the atmosphere in the restaurant was relaxed and lively.

"After eating box lunch for so long, I can finally have a big meal."

"It's really delicious, but it's a pity that Teacher Shen is not here."

Feng Ling frowned and smiled lightly.

After returning that night, he posted it on Moments.

After not seeing each other for seven hours, Feng Ling sent Shen Huai a message.

Feng Ling: [Mr. Shen, are you asleep? ]

Shen Huai: [I just finished washing and haven't slept yet. ]

Feng Ling: [On my birthday, I said I would invite the members of the group to dinner. I went there today when I had time. The taste was delicious, but it was a pity that Teacher Shen was not here. ]

Shen Huai, who was sitting on the bed, raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his lips.

Shen Huai: [Ah, I don't have such a blessing. ]

Feng Ling: [Yes, I will treat you to better ones when Mr. Shen comes back, okay? ]

Shen Huai pursed his lips, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his lips.

Shen Huai: [OK. ]

Feng Ling: [What would Teacher Shen want to eat? ]

Shen Huai: [Steak bar. ]

Feng Ling: [I also like to eat steak. ]

Of course I know you like steak.Shen Huai thought.

Feng Ling: [It's not convenient to go out to eat, we just eat in the hotel room? ]

Feng Ling: [Can I eat it when I come back tomorrow night? ]

Shen Huai: [OK. ]

The smile on the corner of his lips got bigger and bigger, and Shen Huai laughed softly while holding the phone.

Straight men's small minds can be so cute.

On the other side, Feng Ling was also smiling at the phone, and began to prepare with a smile.

Before going to the studio the next day, he greeted the hotel front desk and asked the flower shop to decorate his room.

Whenever I have time on the set, I will show the florist a video of the scene.

I worked with the director until six o'clock in the afternoon and hurried back.

The main flower Feng Ling chose was the Kenyan swallow, which was light blue and white in color. When he opened the door, he felt that this flower was really worthy of Shen Huai's liking.

The selected Kenyan delphinium flower branches are more than 1.5 meters high, and clusters of lively and light flowers bloom on each branch.

Tall branches and blue and white flowers are all over the living room with river view, which is fairy-like and beautiful.

There is a faint scent of grass in the air, probably the aroma of the grass on the Konya farm.

Feng Ling didn't think of it when he looked at a single branch on his phone before, but he felt a little familiar when he looked at the big flying swallows in the room.

With a thought, he called up the information on his phone and found a familiar source.

This is the first haute couture show held by his mother in Milan, and the theme flower of the show.

Feng Ling looked at the flowers again, and couldn't help but smile.

Curiously, he took out his mobile phone and searched for information on this kind of flower, but he didn't expect to see Shen Huai's photo.

The cover of Shen Huai's first top issue since his debut was photographed in Kenya's giant swallows.

It was like being hit by a wonderful fate.

He touched the flower lightly, bent over and moved his finger to the flower branch and shook it.

Do not drop petals.

Then change to another branch.

After trying dozens of sticks, the chef and the ingredients arrived. Feng Ling stopped this childish behavior and started looking at his phone constantly.

At [-]:[-], Shen Huai, who was supposed to be on the plane, sent him a message.

Shen Huai: [Feng Ling, I'm delayed by something, I can't go back tonight. ]

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, full of anticipation and slight nervousness and excitement, as if he was suddenly pressed down by a heavy block of ice, and his brows were furrowed together.

He glanced around the room and took a deep breath.

Feng Ling: [Okay, don't worry, eat it another day. ]

He put down his phone and told the chef to leave first. The chef who flew over saw the irritability and impatience in his brows and eyes, so he didn't dare to say anything, and left in silence.

Feng Ling sat in the room for an unknown amount of time. When he took out his phone and was about to order takeaway, he saw the message pushed on his phone and stood up abruptly.

Within a month, Shen Huai posted two hot searches that made fans fearful.

The last time I fell into a lake on the set, this time I fell into a horse.

It took an hour for the hot search to pop up, and there were only two blurry photos.

Now it is only known that he fell sideways, broke his arm and shoulder, and was sent to the hospital immediately.

Seeing the blood on his shirt, Feng Ling's head buzzed, not just irritability.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, A-Tong received a phone call from Feng Ling, "Which hospital are you in?"

Ah Tong: "Why?"

Feng Ling: "I'm coming to City X, I'll be there right away."

A-Tong: "..."

Needless to say, A-Tong, the stewardess came over to remind him, "Sir, the plane is about to take off..."

The last thing Ah Tong heard was a dirty word from Feng Ling.

He looked at Shen Huai, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, and felt that there was something wrong with both of them.

One was bandaged, got up from the hospital before dawn to catch a plane, and must go back.

Another came in the middle of the night.

When buying the air ticket, A-Tong saw that there were no evening flights in the two cities. Even if Feng Ling had a private plane, he would not have time to apply for the flight route, so he came by train, and the train did not go directly.

"..."

Looking at Shen Huai's tired and pale face, A-Tong didn't wake him up to talk about it.

After getting off the plane and getting in the car to the studio, A-Tong looked at Shen Huai's arm and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

Shen Huai pursed his dry lips, his voice hoarse, "It's a little bit, it's okay, it doesn't hurt so much."

Ah Tong hesitated, "Do you want to go to the hospital again? Anyway, Feng Ling is not on the set."

Shen Huai turned to look at him, with slight redness in his eyes, "Why isn't he here?"

"He went to X city, he just arrived when our plane took off."

"..."

It was the first time that Ah Tong saw such an irritable and helpless expression on Shen Huai's face.

I don't know how Feng Ling did it, he only arrived at the set three hours later than them.

When he arrived at the set, Shen Huai was sitting on the outermost chair on the set, with a bandage on his arm, and the other side of the bandage was on his neck, hanging stiffly in front of him.

Feng Ling, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, only breathed a sigh of relief for a second, and even more turbulent inexplicable breath hit his chest.

He walked quickly in front of Shen Huai, with a heavy hostility between his eyebrows and eyes, "Shen Huai, can you stop being so willful?"

The newly born brightness in Shen Huai's eyes disappeared as soon as his eyelashes drooped.