Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

The director was a little excited.

This was originally not specifically written in the script, so he didn't dare to think about it, but when Shen Huai said it, he suddenly felt very moved.

The cruel and ruthless Zhu Yexi, who played with people's hearts, was made to cry in bed by the righteous model of the heaven's favored son with the world in his heart?

The director stood up suddenly, rubbed his hands excitedly, and walked to Shen Huai with bright eyes, "Mr. Shen, is it okay?"

Shen Huai said calmly: "It shouldn't be difficult for me to cry."

"Of course, of course!" The director nodded hurriedly, "With Teacher Shen's acting skills, you don't have to blink when you cry."

The director knew that Shen Huai had agreed, and was very happy, "Then it will be hard for Mr. Shen."

He felt that this scene was stable again, and it would not be worse than the last one.

After agreeing with Shen Huai, he turned around and saw Feng Ling standing at the door, "What are you doing here?"

Feng Ling glanced at Shen Huai on the bed, and retracted his gaze restrainedly, "I'm done eating and I have nothing to do, so I'll come over and have a look."

The director pulled him out of the door and warned him in a low voice: "Feng Ling, I don't think you are straight, so don't have any wrong thoughts about Mr. Shen."

"Although I like you very much, protecting Teacher Shen is the first priority."

Feng Ling: "..."

Wei Dai: "..."

Feng Ling touched his nose, "Oh."

Wei Dai: "..."

The director felt relieved, and then amplified his voice, "Since you're done eating, why don't you try a play with Mr. Shen while you have time."

Feng Ling said with difficulty: "Okay."

Producer Wei Dai wanted to follow up, but was ruthlessly stopped by the director, "No one is allowed to watch this kind of drama, it will affect the performance of the actors."

Wei Dai was heartbroken.

The director intimately closed the door for them, and Wei Dai was scratching her heart and lungs outside. Last time she couldn't see the shooting scene, this time at least let her watch the audition.

Wei Dai hesitated again and again, and went to squat in the corner.

director:"……"

Are young people working so hard now?

The door was closed, and there were only two people left in the room.

When the staff left, they didn't know if they forgot to untie the silk ribbon on Shen Huai's hand.

Shen Huai was tied up on the bed and looked at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling stood by the bed and looked at him, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

Shen Huai moved his fingers and looked up at him, "Feng Ling, won't you untie it for me?"

Feng Ling sat on the bed, still looking at him quietly, without showing the struggle in his heart.

He traced Shen Huai's face on the long hair, and said hoarsely: "Mr. Shen, aren't we going to audition? The more the scene is restored, the better?"

Shen Huai opened his eyes slightly and looked at him.

His eyes have always been very clear. Feng Ling often sees him dripping a kind of blue eye drops. I don't know if it's because of this, but there is always an imperceptible layer of water blue in his eyes, which makes the eyes stand out from the white of the eyes to the pupils. Beautiful and dewy.

When slightly widened, the moisturizing feeling is stronger.

Teacher Shen, who was tied to the bed, just looked up at him.

Feng Ling felt that he was disgusting, but he couldn't control himself.

His palms were hot and his heart was pounding.

The inferior roots belonging to men spread wantonly in the body.

Feng Ling touched Shen Huai's face with his palm, and led him to turn his head to look at himself.

His palm was too hot, and when it was pressed against Shen Huai's cold face, it left a layer of moisture on his face.

Shen Huai's eyelashes trembled.

Not from the show.

He looked up and saw Feng Ling's bottomless eyes, and he felt a sense of danger that something was about to escape his control.

He pursed his lower lip and moved his fingers. When Feng Ling slowly approached, his slender eyebrows furrowed, and he said softly, "Feng Ling, my arm hurts."

From the time he decided to become an actor, Shen Huai had at least two hours of practice every day, including rhythmic gymnastics, morphological dance, breathing exercises and vocal exercises, unless he was filming all night.

This sentence used most of his skills.

The breath seemed to be hoarse in his throat, and he exhaled suddenly and weakly, lightly brushing on Feng Ling's face who was close to him.

The voice is low, a kind of lightness without strength.

Eyes with furrowed eyebrows are more hydrated when enduring pain, and the tails of the eyes droop, no one can feel distressed.

Feng Ling stared at him hard, with a layer of hostility, almost gnashing of hatred.

He looked up at Shen Huai's hands. Two white arms were exposed from the wide sleeves, overlapping to the wrists. The slender wrists were bound by red silk. I don't know if it hurts. The wrists were stretched, and Fingers hang limply.

Feng Ling closed his eyes abruptly and took a deep breath.

Shen Huai held his breath and looked at him.

Feng Ling's sharp eyebrows were tightly knit together, his thin lips were pursed straight, his Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and his muscles were tense.

Shen Huai looked away and pressed his lower lip hard.

When Feng Ling opened his eyes again, as if accepting his fate, he untied the ribbon on his wrist with a dark face.

His face was very frightening, even scarier than President Jing Pofeng that Shen Huai had seen in his previous life, but the movements of his hands were very gentle.

Shen Huai looked into his dark eyes, listened to his heavy breathing, and felt his wrist regain its freedom.

Feng Ling held his arm and lowered it slowly, "Does it still hurt?"

Shen Huai blinked, "A little bit, I can bear it."

Feng Ling's movements were gentler, and his other uninjured arm received the same gentle treatment. Feng Ling put his hand behind his back, helped him sit up, and then stood up.

Shen Huai supported the bed with his uninjured arm, put his feet in his shoes, and stood up.

The lunch time was very short, and there was no special time for the two of them to audition. It was because they ate fast that they had such a little time.

Now it's time to go out and prepare for the afternoon scene.

Shen Huai didn't speak to Feng Ling any more, and walked straight out. Just as he reached the door, someone grabbed his left wrist.

Before he could react, Feng Ling turned over and pressed him against the wall, and was stared closely at by Feng Ling with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Shen, are you really going to cry?" His voice was much gentler than his face, but there was still a layer of low hoarseness.

Shen Huai looked up into his eyes, "Do you want me to cry?"

Feng Ling looked into his eyes for a long time. He didn't know when the distance between the two of them got a little closer. The distance should be expressed in millimeters. He said, "Cry."

Wei Dai squatted in the corner and listened with her ears up, she was almost pressed against the wall.

She thought she could always hear something, even a little noise.

As a result, I heard nothing!

Except for the beginning, it seemed that Feng Ling had something to say, and the voice was heard a little louder, but he couldn't hear what it was.

Wei Dai scratched her heart even more.

This is not very conducive to her work, and I am sorry for her CP fans who are waiting to be fed.

Within a few minutes, she heard the door opening and raised her head quickly.

It was Shen Huai who came out.

She couldn't see anything from this beautiful woman with excellent acting skills and a calm expression.

However, after she saw the beauty come out, Feng Ling closed the door before he came out.

Wei Dai: "?"

Wei Dai: "!!!"

After 1 minute, Feng Ling didn't come out.

After 3 minute, Feng Ling didn't come out.

After 5 minutes, Feng Ling didn't come out!

She jumped up from the ground excitedly, and without waiting to record her work, she excitedly posted a small update on the site.

[Jimei, f and s were trying out an intimate scene together in the room, s closed the door for f after s came out, and f didn't come out until 7 minutes later! 】

[Mist Grass Fog Grass!The big wolfdog must have reacted and calmed down in the room! 】

【Calm what?You tell me clearly! 】

[Be bold, calm down the jade fire! 】

【The key is!The beauty is closing the door. Closing the door means not letting others in. He must know it! 】

【He knew that he must know that not only did he not feel disgusted, but he also closed the door for the big wolf dog very virtuously (?)! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

After Wei Dai sent it, she only glanced at the previous replies, then hurried towards Feng Ling.

When the group was first formed, she felt that Feng Ling was tall and cold, and he was a very difficult person to get along with, so she didn't dare to talk to him.

After dating the two of them sincerely, Wei Dai felt that Feng Ling was much closer to the people than Shen Huai. She didn't dare to tell Shen Huai anything other than work, but she dared to tell Feng Ling.

"How did you try?"

Feng Ling glanced at her with his long eyes, he didn't want her to know, but he still said: "We haven't started to try yet."

Wei Dai: "???"

Wei Dai couldn't believe it.

It hasn't started yet, so he...?

Just in the last post, someone was asking: [How long have they been auditioning? 】

Wei Dai replied: [Actually, they haven't formally started the trial...]

【? 】

They are crazy.

Already worried about Shen Huai after marriage.

After lunch, the crew began the afternoon scene.

Everyone knows that the night scene is the highlight, so they all work hard. When the sky is getting dark, the atmosphere of the crew begins to be a little different.

Director: "Except Teacher Shen and Feng Ling, all the other actors should go back to the hotel."

Shen Huai walked into the nanny's car, A-Tong poured water for him, and he said, "It's cooler."

A-Tong gave him a strange look and gave him a glass of cold water.

While Shen Huai was drinking water slowly, he received a message from Feng Ling.

Feng Ling: [Mr. Shen, can I drink? ]

Shen Huai stopped drinking water.

In this scene in the script, Cheng Huaixiao came to see Zhu Yexi only after drinking. Feng Ling didn't know if he wanted to get more involved in the scene, or if there were other reasons, he also wanted to drink.

He sent a message to ask him, it should be to ask if he minds.

Shen Huai once thought that he hated the smell of cigarettes and alcohol on men, not only because of the unpleasant smell, but also because of the instability of the people behind the smell of tobacco and alcohol.

But it seemed to be different if it was placed on Feng Ling.

Feng Ling doesn't smoke, and occasionally drinks at parties. He drank two glasses of wine at the dinner party when he returned to China. At that time, Shen Huai was very close to him, and he smelled the same perfume as his body, as well as a faint smell of whiskey. .

Shen Huai: [Please go ahead. ]

Shen Huai only replied this sentence, he didn't know how much Feng Ling drank, and after getting out of the car, he didn't notice it when he saw him.

Feng Ling couldn't show his face after drinking, and his expression was normal.

He was standing next to the director and listening to the director's play. After Shen Huai passed by, the director asked them again: "Do you still need to try the play again?"

Shen Huai looked at Feng Ling, and Feng Ling said, "No need."

It's a bit strange, they have tried other scenes, but they haven't tried these two scenes.

It's okay not to try, there are benefits to not trying.

Lanterns had already been hung in the corridors and under the eaves. Shen Huai was wearing the most common red robe in men's clothing, with a dazzling skin exposed in the collar of the collar, black hair drooping, standing under a lantern with a smile on his face.

Feng Ling had the illusion that they were going to shoot a scene on their wedding night.

Director: "Then get ready to start."

All groups are ready.

In the first scene, Cheng Huaixiao walked through the long corridor and walked into the room where Zhu Yexi was locked up, and the two looked at each other.

The prop group put a thin iron chain on Shen Huai's ankle.

In the play, he was locked here by Cheng Huaixiao to avoid continuing to do harm to the world. People who can do harm to the world naturally cannot be closed with just one door.

"Mr. Shen, is it okay?"

Shen Huai swayed his feet, long, and the iron chain connected to the pillar at the other end made a soft sound.

The iron chain was made into a thin piece, and each link was extremely delicate, but the color was heavy copper black with dark night blue lines, imprisoned on the white and slender ankle, there was a contradictory sense of fragility and taboo.

"Yes." Shen Huai said.

Seeing that he was satisfied, the staff packed up and left.

After the filming, Feng Ling walked through the corridor, and it was he who pushed the door and the two of them looked at each other.

When Cheng Huaixiao came in, Zhu Yexi was studying the iron chain on his ankle.

Following Cheng Huaixiao's perspective, the camera is on Zhu Yexi's ankle.

He was sitting on the bed, the leg with the chain was bent, and the slender and tight calf was exposed from the layers of robes, so white that it reflected the light under the palace lamp.

Fingers are pulling the copper-black iron chain, and the other end is locked on the ankle. After being tightened in this way, the iron ring tightens the ankle, and the instep is slightly arched.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked over, his thick black hair slid down behind his back with the movement.

Cheng Huaixiao looked at him deeply, because of the wine, his eyes were not as clear as usual, as if there was a fiery fire shining.

Zhu Yexi only glanced at him, then turned back expressionlessly, without even the slight sneer that she usually has.

Cheng Huaixiao walked up to him, and the second he sat down on the bed, he held his feet in his hands.

The temperature in his palm was very high, Zhu Yexi was born with cold hands and feet, the moment he was held in the warm palm, his toes stiffened, and he subconsciously shrank back.

But that hand clenched tightly without giving in, and with greater force, there was a red mark on the back of the foot.

"Cheng Huaixiao, let go."

Cheng Huaixiao ignored him, and after drinking, he didn't talk more than usual.

He stared at the foot in his hand, pushed up the iron chain on the ankle, and easily grasped the ankle with one hand to pull the person towards him.

The iron chain made a crackling sound, and the clothes were rustling.

Cheng Huaixiao pressed his fingers hard on the soles of his feet.

It is a place that is rarely exposed and less stimulated, so it is particularly sensitive. The densely distributed nerves transmit this numb stimulation to the lower legs and spinal cord.

The calf was extremely tense, and suddenly, even the ankle was shaking.

Shen Huai frowned impatiently.

His calf was cramping again.

He didn't know if Feng Ling had noticed, but the camera was right in front of him, and he maintained a surprised and angry expression on his face, almost exhausting all his acting skills.

That expression was about to collapse, slowly becoming intolerable.

The calf cramps were too uncomfortable, the calf was throbbing, it was sore and sore, and it was weakly struggling to twist in Feng Ling's hands, but in fact it was only tighter, useless.

The director looked up from the monitor, seeming a little puzzled.

"Cheng Huaixiao, you, let go, my leg is cramping."

The director looked at Feng Ling, and he knew that Shen Huai called Cheng Huaixiao, not Feng Ling, which meant it was not a complete call to stop.

Hearing his harsh and panting voice, Feng Ling's hands paused, and he couldn't help but look at his calf, which was cramping every time he took an intimate scene.

He had already noticed the cramp in his calf.

Under the smooth and protruding kneecap, the calf is stretched sideways like never before, and the purple blood vessels under the cold white skin are more clearly reflected. It seems that he has exhausted all his strength, but in fact, he is so sore that he can't use any strength.

When it's all cramping, the slender muscles of the calf tighten spontaneously.

Feng Ling took a deep look several times, his Adam's apple moved slightly, but he didn't let go.

When the calf cramps, the instep is also very straight, and the five beautiful toes are tightly curled up.

Not only did he not let go, but the fingers on the soles of the feet pressed down even harder.

The forefinger and middle finger are firmly inserted into the curled toes, and the toes are separated, like the tightly curled petals of a flower bud that has not yet opened.

For the first time, the cramp in the calf didn't ease up after a minute, and it became even more uncomfortable. Shen Huai frowned in pain, bit his lower lip hard, and kicked Feng Ling's shoulder with the other foot without any scruples. "let go!"

director:"!"

He could see that Shen Huai was really uncomfortable. Everyone knew that cramping was not good, let alone being held like this, the strength of that kick was unambiguous at all.

However, the effect of this sudden kick was great.

Shen Huai didn't call his name, he couldn't tell if this was Shen Huai's improvisation, or if Shen Huai really couldn't bear to let Feng Ling let go.

He didn't dare to say it, it was very inhumane, he really didn't want to stop shooting like this.

He could only look at Feng Ling nervously, praying that he could persevere under Teacher Shen's feet.

Feng Ling did not disappoint him, and performed beyond his imagination.

Shen Huai's kick almost used up all his strength. Feng Ling's shoulders were broad and flat, barely moving steadily, but the feet on his shoulders had lost all strength.

When he was about to slide off his shoulder, Feng Ling held her with the other hand.

"Isn't this foot very powerful? How did it become like this after stepping on so many men's chests?"

He held one of Shen Huai's feet with both hands, spread his legs to both sides, and leaned down.

The posture of the cramped leg was completely different from that of the normal leg when it landed on the bed. The cramped leg was finally let go, and the other leg was pressed.

A sharp pain came from the lower lip, before Shen Huai could react, the tip of his tongue was stained with the astringent taste of wine.

Shen Huai opened his eyes wide and his scalp was numb.

The person on the bed grabbed Feng Ling's hair a little angrily, and the long hair tied in the jade crown was caught by him and fell all over his body.

At the same time, the silk clothes and red gauze on his shoulders were also pulled off.

"Cheng Huaixiao, you are a sanctimonious hypocrite, you are serious on the surface, but dirty on the inside!"