Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Shen Huai walked around Feng Ling indifferently, and walked towards the center of the studio alone.

The corners of his mouth were pursed straight, his brows and eyes were cold, and he carried an air of alienation.

Seeing him leave Feng Ling, he was stunned for a moment, and wiped his face even more irritably.

He took a step forward, only seeing Shen Huai's back, and found that apart from his arms, he also had some problems with his shoulders.

Because one arm couldn't fit into the sleeve, he put on a gray cashmere coat and walked, his thin body dangling in the large coat, which made people feel distressed, but one shoulder was stiff, gone The lightness on weekdays makes people feel even more uncomfortable.

Feng Ling was about to be pissed to death by him for a while, and then he was pissed to death by himself, his heart was kicked after being balled up like a piece of waste paper.

He shouldn't have said that.

He didn't intend to say that Shen Huai was willful.

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Feng Ling really wanted to go up to help Shen Huai, but as soon as he followed up with Shen Huai, he walked faster.

Looking at his slightly embarrassed back, Feng Ling felt even more uncomfortable and irritable, and barely stopped in his tracks.

He thought of the haughty young man in that painting, he definitely didn't want to be seen like this by others, especially the one who beat him up just now.

But he was really worried, so he had no choice but to quietly move over after Shen Huai walked into the cabin by the lake and sat down with his back facing him.

Shen Huai didn't know if it was in severe pain, his right shoulder moved stiffly with his right arm, he touched the bandage and the splint underneath, trembling with pain but didn't say a word.

Feng Ling gritted his teeth fiercely, he didn't know how many times he poked him, but something was wrong.

His chest was suffocated, his heart ached and sore, and he didn't know what to do. After kicking away several small stones, he walked into the cabin resignedly.

From the reflection by the lake, Shen Huai saw Feng Ling approaching, the coolness on his face cracked, and the corners of his lips raised slowly.

When Feng Ling sternly said that he was headstrong, Shen Huai was very happy to be poured with cold water, and he was unhappy in his heart.

Falling off the horse was an accident, and when he felt a stabbing pain in his arm, the only thing he thought about was whether he could still have dinner with Feng Ling.

He rushed back to catch the plane before dawn, nothing more than wanting to see him sooner.

In his plan, he arrived at the set at ten o'clock in the morning, which happened to be Feng Ling's filming time today.

He didn't expect that Feng Ling went to look for him last night.

The blackness of Feng Ling's eyes, the bloodshot eyes, and the blankness in his eyes when he walked away from him with a cold face, all made Shen Huai calm down a little and couldn't continue to get angry.

There has to be a step down.

Falling off the horse was an accident, but this opportunity can be used to make Feng Ling feel distressed, and to break the cold wall that suddenly erected between the two of them.

Sure enough, Feng Ling came over, squatted halfway in front of him, and looked at him level.

He carefully looked at Shen Huai's face, and said: "Mr. Shen, I have a bad temper since I was a child, don't mind."

"I didn't mean to say that you are willful, I just wanted to say, why are you still running around when you are injured?"

"I want to come back to see you soon." Shen Huai looked into his eyes and said bluntly.

Feng Ling was taken aback.

He opened his mouth, his eyes slowly and uncontrollably smiled, the atmosphere around him was different, eroded by joy.

He also looked into Shen Huai's eyes and said to him: "Mr. Shen, I don't need you to come, I will definitely go to you."

The stunned person turned into Shen Huai. He didn't know what to think of, and looked at Feng Ling slightly in a daze.

For some reason, Feng Ling was in a daze for a few seconds because of these words.

Shen Huai came back to his senses first, and he said: "I promised you to have dinner together, but not last night, not even today."

"When you can't eat, the key is that you are injured."

Shen Huai pointed to his arm and said: "It just looks scary, but in fact it's just a slight fracture. After the doctor reset the technique, he heard that I was going to fly, so he put a splint on me just in case."

"It's an arm, not a leg. I can walk and fly."

Feng Ling couldn't say anything against it.

As long as he thought that Shen Huai came back early in the morning with injuries and wanted to see him earlier, he seemed to have no principles.

There was only uncontrollable happiness left, probably happier than when Shen Huai came back on time to have dinner with him.

It would have been better if Shen Huai hadn't been injured.

Shen Huai turned to look at the set, "There are a little few people today, why haven't you started filming yet?"

A trace of unnaturalness appeared on Feng Ling's face.

Shen Huai: "?"

He and A-Tong went to the hospital first. Not long after they came to the set, they felt something was wrong when they first arrived, and A-Tong was asked to ask.

When the two were still in the cabin, A-Tong came back, and he glanced at Feng Ling first, and that look was very strange.

"Old Zhao said that Feng Ling asked the director for leave temporarily, but the director didn't agree and scolded him. He asked him if he knew that the shooting was delayed, and how much was the loss for a day's venue and labor costs. Feng Ling went to ask the production director, and then Transfer the loss fee, please rest for a day."

"..."

Shen Huai has never seen such a violent method of asking for leave.

The labor cost here is terrible, because it also includes the cost of the actor for a day, half of which is his.

Feng Ling touched his nose, but turned his head away from Shen Huai.

Shen Huai: "Then we can go back to eat now."

Feng Ling's unnaturalness became more serious.

Shen Huai was really curious, and insisted on going back to eat now, and eating in Feng Ling's room as originally planned.

Everything Shen Huai said is not a problem, that is...

Feng Ling didn't know why, yesterday he was looking forward to seeing Shen Huai, but today he didn't want him to see it at all.

Under Shen Huai's gaze, Feng Ling bit the bullet and swiped his room card to open the door for him.

The living room has been tidied up, and all other things have been removed. Only a dining table is left in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and other places are filled with light blue and pure white swallows.

The tall flying swallows are more immortal than ordinary flowers. Even if some flowers are a little wilted, they still create an atmosphere like a small fairyland under the design of the florist.

If there was moonlight last night, it must be more beautiful.

Shen Huai looked at Feng Ling. With such meticulous preparation, he must have been very disappointed when he received the news that he could not come back last night.

Then he took the train overnight to see him.

Feng Ling touched his nose, turned his face sideways, saw many wilted flowers, and said "tsk" without embarrassment, "Teacher Shen is laughing."

Where is there still the vicious hostility on the set, that fierce and unruly face was a little unspeakably ashamed, and his ears were covered with a thin layer of red.

Like a high school student whose crush sees something embarrassing.

A certain piece of Shen Huai's heart suddenly collapsed.

For a moment, he wanted so badly to give up and kiss him.

"It's very beautiful." Shen Huai opened his mouth and said something very unskillful.

Feng Ling turned his head, his eyes focused, "Really?"

"Really, I want to sleep here." Shen Huai said.

Feng Ling couldn't help smiling, and shook his head slightly up and down twice.

"Teacher Shen, go back and rest for a while, I'll ask the chef to prepare." After speaking, he looked at Shen Huai's arm and hesitated again.

Shen Huai looked down at his arm, "I want to take a shower and change clothes, but it seems a bit inconvenient."

Feng Ling thought so too, just when he wanted to deal with it, Shen Huai said: "In case of any accident, let me wash it in your room?"

Feng Ling: "..."

He suddenly thought of the scene when he dried Shen Huai's hair that night and went to his bathroom to get a hair dryer.

The red around the ears became hotter.

Shen Huai blinked, "Do you mind?"

Feng Ling said immediately, "I don't mind."

"Then I'll go and have a look." Shen Huai walked into Feng Ling's bathroom to have a look.

Feng Ling followed him tensely, and his gaze never happened to fall on him.

"You don't use body lotion." After observing Feng Ling's bathroom, Shen Huai's eyes fell on Feng Ling's chest, then moved to his abdomen, purely curious, "Qiudong doesn't use body lotion, isn't the skin on your body dry?"

Feng Ling felt that the air in this small bathroom was a bit stuffy.

Following Shen Huai's gaze, his abdomen was tense, and he moved his lips, "...it's okay."

"I can't." Shen Huai said, "Without body lotion, the skin will be dry."

That's because your skin is delicate.

Feng Ling thought in his heart.

He tried his best not to look at Shen Huai's skin, but the feeling of touching it several times in the past filled his heart.

"..."

His recent impulse to swear, and the number of times he suspects that he is sick, are more than in the past 20 years.

Shen Huai didn't seem to notice his tense jaw, and continued to say in a slow tone: "I also need to apply it in summer. I have to apply it from my neck to my toes after taking a shower every day. It's so troublesome."

Feng Ling turned sideways slightly and closed his eyes.

And restrained myself not to think that Shen Huai would paint from his neck all the way to...

"I'll get you body lotion." Feng Ling walked out of the bathroom a little abruptly, leaving only a low voice.

But he only took one step, and the hem of his coat was grabbed by Shen Huai.

The second he was grabbed, Feng Ling's body tensed instantly, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he breathed steadily before turning to look at Shen Huai.

Shen Huai's eyes were as beautiful as amber under the warm yellow light in the bathroom, he smiled at Feng Ling, "Don't forget to bring me a change of clothes."

"Okay." Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered, "Which one do you want?"

Shen Huai: "Dining with you, you have the right to decide what kind of clothes I wear."

"..."

After Feng Ling went to help him get things, Shen Huai stood in front of the mirror and laughed softly.

It turns out that people who followed their mother through the show when they were young can also walk with the same hands and feet.

Such a tight jaw, such dark eyes, but a contradictory smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Feng Ling brought clothes to Shen Huai, Shen Huai had already cut off the bandage from his neck. His fracture didn't need a splint at all. The doctor told him that he was going to fly, so he added it just in case, and used it after removing it. The waterproof bag is put on the arm, and taking a shower is not a problem.

After taking the clothes and body lotion, Shen Huai went in to wash them.

"Call me if you need anything." Feng Ling closed the door for him.

When Shen Huai took a shower, he sat on the dining chair in the living room and waited, listening to the movement inside at any time.

Hearing the sound of splashing water made him hot and dry, as if his body was also infected with the damp heat from the bathroom steam.

He refrained from thinking about it, like a monk sitting quietly and shielding his five senses, leaving only his ears to work.

The sudden ringtone of his cell phone made his heart skip a beat.

Feng Ling searched for the voice and looked over, it was Shen Huai's cell phone.

The phone showed that it was a call from a person named Pang Qingxuan.

Pang Qingxuan is currently one of the most popular idols in China.

The advertisement that Shen Huai went to shoot this time was a large-scale advertisement for the [-]th anniversary of foreign luxury goods, and all domestic spokespersons and brand ambassadors were invited together.

Shen Huai is the spokesperson and Pang Qingxuan is one of the brand ambassadors.

After Feng Ling saw it, he couldn't calm down at all, and became more irritable and irritable.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of the bathroom.

In the bathroom, it was hot.

Shen Huai closed his eyes and raised his head, the hot water washed over his slender and trembling eyelashes, scattered and flowed down his face, sank into the back of his neck, passed through his Adam's apple, and meandered down.

When the water flows, the delicate and protruding Adam's apple rolls, bending the smooth water flow.

He opened his eyes and looked at the misty mirror.

It was blurry there, and I couldn't see clearly.

Just like the look in his eyes at this time.

After staying in the room for a long time, there will always be traces and smells of a person, especially in the bathroom.

Taking a bath in Feng Ling's bathroom was not as calm as Shen Huai imagined.

The same water temperature got hotter and hotter, and his body was covered with a heavy layer of powder.

In the bathroom where there is not much steaming, my mind feels dizzy from a sauna.

"Ring bell bell!"

Outside the bathroom, the cell phone rang again, and the caller persistently called one after another, piling up a certain emotion in the room.

Feng Ling's dark eyes fell on Shen Huai's phone, and he finally reached out and clicked on the green call icon.

"Mr. Shen, why did you answer my phone? I came to the hospital to see you, but the nurse said you were discharged. Where did you go?"

After speaking anxiously, there was no sound from the other side.

Pang Qingxuan's voice slowed down, "Mr. Shen, don't be angry. I'm just too worried about you. I want to see you so that I can feel at ease."

There was silence for a long time, and then a slightly hoarse voice from a smoking voice sounded, "He is taking a bath."

"Who are you!"

Feng Ling smiled moderately at the phone and hung up.

Just as he put his mobile phone on the table, the door of the bathroom leaked a crack, maybe it was because the heat inside was too strong, Feng Ling seemed to see something gushing out of it.

"Feng Ling." Shen Huai's voice was a little weak.

Feng Ling paused, and walked over quickly and heavily.

"What's wrong?" He stood on the other side of the door and asked in a low voice.

"You only brought me trousers and a jacket." Shen Huai paused at the door, but didn't speak.

Feng Ling also realized the meaning of his words, but the depression in his chest sealed his mouth.

He wanted to listen to Shen Huai.

Shen Huai paused for tens of seconds, and said in a very low voice, "I didn't get my underwear."

Feng Ling's answer was also very untimely, "I'll get it for you now."

"It's in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe." Shen Huai reminded him.

Feng Ling came back 2 minutes later, "A-Tong is not here, he locked the door."

Shen Huai waited silently for Feng Ling to speak.

"Have I worn any here?" After Feng Ling finished speaking, he waited for Shen Huai to speak.

Shen Huai: "Choose a looser and tighter one for me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it."

Feng Ling cherished his words like gold and didn't answer him. He paused outside the door for a few seconds to find him.

What was handed in from outside the door was a pair of pure white and gray underwear. Shen Huai took a few glances and reached out to take it.

Fingers rubbed fingers.

Feng Ling's fingers visibly trembled, and he retracted them quickly.

"Is it easy to wear?" He asked hoarsely outside the door.

"Pants are okay." Shen Huai said.

He could hold the underwear with his hands hanging in the air, stretch his legs in one by one, and barely put them on.

But the pants are too long.

"Can you help me put my pants on?"

Another moment of silence.

Feng Ling closed his eyes, and firmly grasped the doorknob, "Then I'll open the door."

Pants should be worn in a dry place. When he opened the door, Shen Huai walked out and stepped on the carpet at the door. Feng Ling's hand was still on the doorknob, and Shen Huai almost ran into his arms.

The heat blows towards the face, and there is a person with a flushed face and moist eyes, wrapped in a familiar aroma.

Feng Ling knew the smell of his body lotion.

I don't know what's going on, but it's the same as "Moon Rippling Snow Sea".

Under the transpiration of humid water vapor, the smell of aquatic flowers and sea water is particularly strong.

At that moment, it was like a water-growing lotus in the bathroom turned into a demon, leaning out to get into his arms.

Feng Ling subconsciously took a step back.

When his eyes fell on Shen Huai, the string in his mind almost snapped.

For Shen Huai's convenience, Feng Ling brought him a loose blue shirt and a white cashmere jacket.

Even so, it was difficult for his bandaged arm to reach into the sleeve, so he only stretched out one arm, with the blue shirt half-draped on his body, and a large area of ​​powdered skin on the other side was caught off guard. In Feng Ling's eyes.

He restrained himself from looking down, but at this moment, he couldn't control his imagination at all.

Shen Huai's legs should be as hot as his upper body.

Wearing his underwear on it.

He never wastes his time on buying clothes, and he buys dozens of pairs of underwear of one brand and one style.

At this time, they were wearing the same clothes.

"How to wear it?" Shen Huai asked.

Feng Ling's cheeks were tense, and he stretched his pants for him, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Lift your feet."

Shen Huai's arm and shoulder were already injured, and when he raised his foot, it was difficult for his body to maintain balance, and he almost fell when he tilted it.

With a hand covering his waist, Shen Huai was tightly hugged by Feng Ling.

At the same moment, Shen Huai tightly grasped Feng Ling's sleeve with one hand.

Neither of them moved, drinking poison to quench their thirst.

Shen Huai felt the back of Feng Ling's hand arched and pressed down on his waist, and heard his low voice ringing in his ears, "Pang Qingxuan kept calling you just now, and I answered it for you. He said he was very worry about you."

Shen Huai twitched his ears and said, "He is the most popular idol in our company. I don't remember if I have seen him in the company, and I haven't filmed commercials together before. Yesterday was the first time we cooperated."

He felt that the strength on his waist was a little lighter, and the two were still stuck together.

I don't know if there was a minute, but when the breathing began to get heavier, the strength on the waist suddenly increased, and Shen Huai was moved back a little by Feng Ling's waist with one hand.

There is a distance of one palm between the two, and they stand sideways.

Shen Huai saw his tense jaw, and could almost see the muscle protrusions on his thin cheeks.

He realized something, his eyes became more moist, and he opened them slightly.

Feng Ling bent down and took his trousers and put them in front of his legs, Shen Huai's hand on the uninjured arm rested on Feng Ling's shoulder.

Not long after, that hand suddenly moved to Feng Ling's face, covering Feng Ling's eyes.

Feng Ling's Adam's apple rolled violently, breathing heavily on Shen Huai's hands.

Shen Huai looked down, closed his eyes, took a breath, and carefully put his feet into his pants.

When Feng Ling lifted his trousers up, Shen Huai's palm was still covering his eyes, and there was still a layer of moisture in the palm, pressing Feng Ling's eye sockets wetly.

He was very slow, especially when he got to the top.

The trousers were a pair of loose off-white slacks with a slightly elastic waistband and two thin belts protruding from the trousers waist.

Feng Ling couldn't see it, and rubbed his belt around him. When he felt Shen Huai's waist tremble, his fingers paused, and he tied it faster.

The pants are finally on.

Shen Huai was about to let go of his hand, but just as his hand lifted a gleam of light from his eyes, Feng Ling said in a hoarse voice, "Don't let go."

The hand stopped for a moment, then turned back again.

Feng Ling grabbed the sleeve that Shen Huai didn't put on, wrapped it around his waist, and tied it with the hem of the half of the shirt he was wearing. side.

Feng Ling likes to wear loose, stiff and stylish shirts, so he didn't feel anything, even if Shen Huai covered his eyes, he didn't see it.

But Shen Huai's side instantly tensed up, and a slight numbness rose up.

Shen Huai bit his lower lip, but didn't make a sound.

Feng Ling reached out to pick up the coat on the shelf in front of the bathroom door.

He turned his head to the right, his right eye was slightly exposed from under Shen Huai's hand, and Shen Huai let go of his hand.

"Extend your right arm and try."

Shen Huai stretched out his injured right arm a little.

Feng Ling put the sleeves on, and then put on the left side again, "When wearing it, start from the injured arm, and when taking it off, start from the left arm."

Shen Huai let out a "hmm".

Feng Ling laughed hoarsely, "Why am I telling you this? It's not you, but me who will dress you in the future."

Shen Huai pursed his lower lip and was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

It was the chef who brought the steak.

Feng Ling calmly stretched him out, and Shen Huai's right shoulder moved uncomfortably.

Feng Ling held Zilian's hand and paused under his neck.

He had already chosen a very silky and soft cashmere coat, but Shen Huai's skin still felt a little prickly.

He couldn't imagine how a man's skin could be so soft and sensitive.

"It's okay, just open the door." Shen Huai said.

Just like last time, after drying Shen Huai's hair, the two began to eat.

The steak was said to be delicious before, but neither of the two thought that Shen Huai's arm would be injured and he would not be able to cut the steak.

Feng Ling cut his steak into small pieces, Shen Huai held a fork in his left hand, and put the steak into his mouth clumsily.

The steak was tender and juicy, Shen Huai ate it slowly, the heat on his body receded little by little, and his heartbeat maintained a steady and slightly fast rhythm.

Neither of the two spoke.

He looked up at Feng Ling, Feng Ling's body wasn't that tense, except that his ears were a little red.

I don't know when it started, there was a layer between the two of them that was still very shallow, but when people think about it, the corners of their mouths can't control the upward atmosphere.

The meal didn't go so well, but the timing was right.

After eating, Shen Huai reached out to pick a blue swallow flower, and when he left Feng Ling's room, he put the flower with a thin stem into Feng Ling's white shirt pocket.

"It's the same color as my shirt."

He paused, and when Feng Ling's eyes looked into his, he said, "Did you deliberately choose the color that matches the flower, or do you like me wearing blue?"

Shen Huai left without waiting for his answer.

Feng Ling opened his mouth, Shen Huai seemed to know what he was going to say, he took two steps and turned to Feng Ling and said, "It's more convenient on the bed, I can take it off by myself."

"..."

That night, Shen Huai struggled to take off his clothes on the bed. Before changing into his pajamas, he looked down at the clothes that did not belong to him, and sent Feng Ling a message in the dead of night.

Feng Ling took a shower later than usual that night, and he dawdled outside for a long time before entering the bathroom.

It took a lot longer than usual to take a shower.

When he finally came out, he picked up his phone while wiping his hair, and saw the message Shen Huai had sent him.

Shen Huai: [You saw it, right? You reacted when you saw me. ]