Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

The same sentence, uttered in different scenes, has completely different effects.

In the morning, Shen Huai stood there indifferently. When he read the script seriously, he suddenly said this, and Feng Ling felt guilty and nervous.

But at this moment when the acting actually started, Shen Huai scolded this sentence in shock and anger with a completely different feeling than usual, and Feng Ling's brain was buzzing.

Almost, the scene was about to get stuck because of him.

Feng Ling didn't think clearly, fortunately he drank a lot of wine.

Otherwise, when Shen Huai said he had cramp, he would have surrendered.

The hand that was tied to the hair was grabbed and pulled down, and at the same time the red silk belt was taken away, and it was tied around both hands without refusal.

The clothes on the shoulders were even more clean, red and purple scars were imprinted on the snow-white skin, and the eyes were stained red.

Shen Huai was picked up by Feng Lingwei, Feng Ling's eyes were like the deep sea, he brushed away a lock of hair on his forehead with his fingers, looked at him deeply, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and when he lowered his head, he called him: "Baby."

This is something Feng Ling would never say to Shen Huai on weekdays.

Even more hoarse than in the audition, suppressing the boiling.

His hand moved to the back of Shen Huai's neck at some point, holding the slender neck and bringing it towards him without allowing him to retreat.

The director rubbed his hands excitedly and asked the photographer to take a side view of their kissing.

Shen Huai said that the side face is the most test of a man's appearance, and Feng Ling's side face, which he had praised, was so handsome, but Shen Huai's face had no dead ends.

Both of them have high nose bridges, clear and smooth jaw lines, and the elongation and tightening of the jaws when the mouth is opened and closed is amazing.

What's more, Feng Ling's hand can be seen on Shen Huai's back from the side.

The palm of his hand is proportional to his height, with long big fingers and protruding knuckles. One pair of hands can cover Shen Huai's slender back, push it up slowly, and wrinkle the soft underwear.

Press half of the palm on the underwear and half on the skin.

Clothes were rustling, everyone's clothes had many layers, piled up on the bed, hanging long to the floor.

The bed was cloud-soft silk and duvet, sunken and undulating.

Two hazy palace lanterns hang from the eaves, swaying in the autumn wind.

"Brother Huaixiao, brother Huaixiao, take it easy."

When Shen Huai frowned and said these words in tears, Feng Ling's head was shaken and he almost exploded.

Both the director and the cameraman can't get back to their senses.

Shen Huai has filmed so many scenes, his eyes have been moist, and the corners of his eyes have been red, this is the first time that he shed tears like this.

Those eyes were no longer so clear for a moment, as if covered with a layer of water mist, and instantly condensed into a clear teardrop. When the big teardrop rolled down, it bent and soaked the lower eyelashes. The mole is red and bright, making the eyes empty and seductive.

Feng Ling forgot the script, forgot to move, and could only look at him.

The brain crashes, the heart constricts.

There are only his tears in the world, and his begging for mercy in a low voice.

For the first time, he knew that begging for mercy can also dig out human violence.

After several scenes were filmed, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

Wei Dai is still waiting.

Although everyone knew it was fake and nothing would happen, the director still cleared the scene during filming, and even she was not allowed to enter.

At noon, she wanted to watch the audition and was chased away by the director. She guessed the ending, but she still wanted to squat here.

It has surpassed the love of work, and it is a true cp.

As she expected, the director and photographer came out first.

But it was so late, the old director didn't pack up immediately, but sat and watched the replay, saying that he was watching the replay, his eyes kept sneaking at the door.

It seems inexplicably a little cowardly.

Wei Dai: "?"

A few minutes later, Feng Ling came out.

She guessed that Feng Ling must like this scene very much, it is absolutely impossible to appear in a short time in reality, so she should be excited and secretly happy.

But at that time Feng Ling's expression was very difficult to describe, so he couldn't describe it in words.

When a gust of cold wind blew by, he seemed to wake up a little, and quickly touched his nose.

Also a little cowardly.

Wei Dai: "??"

What exactly is going on?

Seeing Feng Ling come out, the director hurriedly beckoned him to go over, and Wei Dai also walked over quietly, pretending not to care and listening to what they had to say.

The director said to Feng Ling: "Mr. Shen has leg cramps. We were going to stop filming immediately, but we didn't interrupt because you were still going on. You should talk to Mr. Shen later, don't make him angry. "

Feng Ling: "?"

He doesn't take the blame.

"When Mr. Shen's legs were cramping, I didn't move. It was because you didn't call the director to stop, so I continued."

The director was angry: "Don't talk nonsense! It's you."

Feng Ling was as immobile as a mountain: "You are the director, and I will follow your instructions."

Wei Dai: "???"

Are you still human?

Her calf began to ache just by listening to it.

No wonder everyone is so cowardly now.

It deserves it.

but……

Wei Dai swallowed her saliva, not daring to imagine that scene.

She actually wanted to steal the monitor so damn hard that she couldn't fall asleep without watching it.

"Shut up! You speak according to your conscience." Before Feng Ling could speak, the director said, "I'm getting old, I have to go back to sleep early, and you will go back with Teacher Shen later."

As soon as he finished saying this, Shen Huai came out of the room, and the director's withered face immediately turned into a smile.

When Shen Huai came out, his clothes were well put on, his belt and neckline were neat, and his long hair hung down his back softly, exactly the same as when he went in.

Only the lipstick on the lips is gone, and the light-colored lips are clean.

Director: "Then, I'll go back first, it's late, Teacher Shen can go back with Feng Ling."

Feng Ling: "..."

After Shen Huai got into the nanny's car, Feng Ling bit the bullet and squeezed in.

Feng Ling learned Sanda when he was a child, and Shen Huai didn't know exactly how much he had learned, but he guessed that if A-Tong wanted to stop him, Feng Ling wouldn't be able to get in.

Shen Huai glanced at A-Tong with a half-smile.

A pink gemstone was bought, isn't his pink sports car delicious?

"Why don't you ask A-Tong to be your assistant?"

A Tongmu was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand what Shen Huai was talking about.

Feng Ling also didn't understand. He stood for a few seconds, sat across from Shen Huai, and asked, "Is Teacher Shen's leg okay?"

Shen Huai still had a half-smile, and said with confusion: "Is it too late to ask now?"

Feng Ling touched his nose and remained silent.

A Tongbiao echoed loyally: "It's late."

Feng Ling: "..."

Shen Huai put down the cup in his hand, leaned forward slightly, "I even said I had cramps, why didn't you stop? Don't say that the director didn't tell me to stop."

"Mr. Shen's legs tend to cramp too easily. If you stop and start again, you may get cramps again." Feng Ling said, "Mr. Shen probably doesn't want to retake the film."

"Is it just like that?" Shen Huai leaned closer to him, staring at him without blinking, "Why do I feel like I'm cramping? When you held my ankle, the reaction was a bit intense?"

Feng Ling looked away, his eyes didn't know where to look.

All Shen Huai thought, "I heard that many people are shaking latently. When I feel sore and uncomfortable, you react more violently. Don't you?"

"No." Feng Ling immediately denied it.

Then the scene at that time appeared in his mind, and he hesitated again.

Feng Ling began to doubt himself again, and this time he suspected that he was more perverted.

When he looked at Shen Huai, Shen Huai had already sat up straight, with a calm expression, no emotion could be seen.

The more he did this, the tighter Feng Ling became, and the faster his heart beat.

"Before filming, why did you want to drink?"

"Teacher Shen is too easy to make people feel distressed and soft-hearted." Feng Ling said honestly: "Just take it as courage."

During the audition, Shen Huai said that it hurts, and he couldn't continue immediately, so he surrendered and let him untie the rope.

Shen Huai was still crying during filming, Feng Ling had no idea what he would become.

If he didn't drink, maybe when Shen Huai said it hurts, he really let go.

A-Tong: "..."

Are you stupid.

Making you feel bad is his goal in the second stage.

When a man loves another man, it is the beginning of the fall.

Shen Huai let out a "huh", it turns out that wine makes people unstable.

During this journey, Shen Huai didn't speak again, not knowing what he was thinking.

Feng Ling was not at ease, it was different from what he and the director imagined.

They thought Shen Huai would be angry.

After more than two months in the same crew, they could all feel that Shen Huai was cold and arrogant, and he was not the one to speak out easily.

The whole crew put him first, respected him and pampered him, and indulged him in the principle that he should do whatever he wanted.

Therefore, they all thought that this time Shen Huai would be cold-faced and angry, yes, a little serious.

The two push each other's blame, but in the end, Shen Huai didn't care too much.

We were at the hotel in less than 10 minutes.

Shen Huai's room is at the back, and before entering the door, Feng Ling tentatively said, "Mr. Shen, good night."

Shen Huai turned to him and said, "Good night, I've been working so far, go to bed early."

Feng Ling was a little uncomfortable.

The director quietly sent a message: [How is it?Is Teacher Shen in a good mood? ]

Feng Ling: [He should not be angry anymore. ]

Director Lin: [That's good, that's good, how did you do it? ]

Feng Ling: [I didn't do anything, we just said a few words, do you also feel a little strange? ]

Director Lin: [It's strange, what's strange, Mr. Shen is so dedicated, if he doesn't make things difficult for you, you'll be surprised, are you shaking m? ]

Feng Ling: "..."

One of the two suspects that he is shaking s, and the other says that he is shaking m, what has he become.

A perverted stone hammer?

Since the director said so, Feng Ling didn't think about it any more. Shen Huai is indeed a drama idiot, as long as the drama is good, it's fine.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling still felt a little uncomfortable.

During the filming, the relationship between them was so strong, and suddenly it was so cold at night.

In fact, it can't be called indifference, it's normal to be indifferent, but Feng Ling can't stand being so indifferent anymore.

Feng Ling was not interested in doing anything, so he lay on the bed and exhaled.

It was because he had an uncontrollable need for Shen Huai. He wanted Shen Huai to be closer to him, but he couldn't accept Shen Huai's supposedly normal attitude.

Not only is Shen Huai not his boyfriend, but he doesn't even know what he thinks about him.

Just as Feng Ling was suffering from a headache, the phone rang suddenly.

When he saw the name, he sat up suddenly.

It's Shen Huai, Shen Huai called him!

But before he could answer it, he hung up the phone.

Feng Ling: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't express what he felt in his heart, but in short, it was complicated and uncomfortable.

It wasn't until he calmed down a little that he felt something was wrong with the call.

Shen Huai usually sends him a wechat message and doesn't know how to make a phone call.

And it's 12:30 in the evening. Shen Huai has always been very self-disciplined. Except for something, he usually goes to bed at eleven o'clock in the evening. Why did he call him suddenly at this time?

Feng Ling got out of bed, put on his shoes, and sent Shen Huai a WeChat message, but he didn't get a reply within 2 minutes.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he went straight to knock on Shen Huai's door.

Shen Huai seemed to be standing at the door. When the first knock sounded, he asked, "Who?"

There was vigilance in the voice, and the hoarse voice was just waking up.

Feng Ling froze for a moment, then said softly, "It's me, Feng Ling."

The door was opened, and Shen Huai in pajamas appeared in front of Feng Ling.

He should have just gotten up from the bed, and a lock of hair was crooked. He usually pays attention to his manners, so it can be seen that he didn't sleep peacefully.

There was exhaustion between the brows, and the moment he saw him, his expression relaxed.

Feng Ling raised the mobile phone in his hand, "You call me, but you didn't reply when I sent a message, so I'll take a look if I'm worried."

Feng Ling looked into his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Huai pursed his lips, as if he didn't want to speak, he said sullenly: "I'm having a nightmare."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, besides being worried, his heart was hit with great joy, "Was Mr. Shen's first reaction to call me when he had a nightmare?"

Even if he died unexpectedly in the nightmare, he still felt very happy.

Shen Huai didn't seem to realize anything, and nodded.

Feng Ling looked at his sleepy lock of hair shaking with his nod, his heart was soft, but his chest was surging.

"I'm here to watch you sleep?"

Shen Huai shook his head, "I don't want to sleep anymore."

But the voice was obviously sleepy.

Feng Ling asked, "Why don't you want to sleep?"

Shen Huai, who didn't get enough sleep, seemed to have a little temper, not as calm and self-sufficient as he was during the day, he said in an irritable muffled voice: "I just don't want to sleep, and I don't want to go back there."

Feng Ling was taken aback, he didn't expect it to be so serious.

That nightmare made Shen Huai not even want to enter the bedroom, no wonder he stood behind the door.

What was he going to do when he came to the door?

Feng Ling's heart moved, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he said in a low voice: "If Teacher Shen doesn't mind, come and sleep with me?"

Shen Huai was silent for a while, "Is it convenient?"

"No inconvenience."

Shen Huai hesitated again, and followed him with the pillow in his arms.

This is not the first time Shen Huai has come to Feng Ling's bedroom, the last time he came, there was a fabric cartoon doll of him lying on the bed.

At that time, he thought that before the filming of the film was finished, he would definitely lie there instead of the puppet.

He looked at the bay window again. At night, the screens on three sides of the bay window were closed, surrounded by a familiar doll. Opposite the doll was a painting by him when he was 12 years old. They were on a soft beige wool blanket.

Shen Huai turned his head to look at Feng Ling, his sleepy eyes were a little dazed.

Seems to ask, don't you have a wardrobe or a case for them?

Feng Ling coughed lightly, "Teacher Shen, please put down the pillow."

"Yeah." Shen Huai walked to the side of the bed, instead of throwing the original pillow off the bed, he pushed it away a little, and placed his own pillow side by side with it.

Feng Ling felt a little hot in his heart, and forced himself not to guess what Shen Huai meant.

He looked at the two side-by-side pillows for a long time, then turned his head to see Shen Huai sitting on the bed in a daze, his brows furrowed again.

Walking in front of Shen Huai, guide him to tell the nightmare that kept him from coming out until now, "Mr. Shen, what did you dream about?"

"Nightmare will not exist if you say it."

Shen Huai opened his mouth and lowered his eyes.

His eyelashes are very long and thick. When they are opened, they are so thick that they come with eyeliner. When they fall, they are so long that they remind people of children's eyelashes.

It was very quiet at night, and everyone on this floor was probably asleep.

He saw Shen Huai gulp his saliva to moisten his throat, causing the delicate Adam's apple to roll uncomfortably.

"I dreamed that I was tied to a bed by a group of men. They were all standing there staring at me. A man climbed onto the bed and strangled my neck. No matter how hard I struggled, it was useless."

"I seemed to be lying on the bed unable to move. After a while, it was like being pinched by someone's neck and pressed against the French windows of a high-rise building. Behind me was a high-altitude abyss. If I struggled, I would fall."

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and secretly scolded himself, with dense and destructive remorse in his heart.

He really didn't expect that forcing Shen Huai to hold his feet against Shen Huai's wishes at night would have such a big impact on him.

He squatted in front of Shen Huai and looked up at him, "Mr. Shen, there aren't many men, it's me and the director."

"It's me holding your ankle, I won't pinch your neck, I'm holding you from the back of your neck, so you won't fall."

"I won't force you, never will."

Shen Huai opened his eyelids and looked at him quietly for a long time.

Then he stepped back a little.

Because of his backward movement, Feng Ling's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but reach out to grab him.

As a result, Shen Huai, who sat back a little, stretched out his feet.

When the legs were straightened, the light blue pajama pants slid up, revealing the thin white ankles with red marks that hadn't faded.

Feng Ling was stunned for a second, he seemed to understand what Shen Huai meant, he stretched out his hand to hold Shen Huai's ankle, and passed the familiar temperature to him, covering the nightmare, "That's it."

Then, he stretched out his hand to grab the back of Shen Huai's neck, and brought him to him, "There's more."

The hand on the ankle moved to the hollow of the knee, and hugged Shen Huai, "At most."

Put him on the bed with his head on the pillow.

The two stood and lay down looking at each other.

"Go to sleep." Feng Ling pointed to the recliner in the bedroom and said, "I'm right there."

As he said he wanted to leave, the hem of his pajamas was pulled by two beautiful fingers.

Shen Huai opened his sleepy eyelids and said, "The bed is so big, where are you going?"

Feng Ling lay down beside Shen Huai with a stiff body.

When he lay down and realized that Shen Huai was also a little tense, he became even more stiff, and even subconsciously relaxed his breathing.

Even so, in the quiet late night, each other's breathing was still clearly audible, which made the body even more tense.

It's strange that when they were filming on the set, they had skin to skin, lips and tongues intertwined, and they exchanged each other's breath.

But at this time, both of them were wearing pajamas with long sleeves and trousers, and there was a string stretched at a distance of one hand.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ling opened his closed eyes.

Shen Huai's right arm was injured, and he was lying on his left side facing him.

The legs are bent upwards, and one hand falls there, which is the posture of the fetus in the mother's womb.

Also a position for an insecure person to find security while falling asleep.

When Bai Yueguang closed her eyelashes, the world seemed to be quiet and everything was sleeping peacefully.

Feng Ling couldn't help getting closer to him, and put his fingers into his empty palm.

It was immediately gripped.

He twitched back, the hand chased and grabbed his sleeve, and his head moved forward a little.

His approach broke the distance of one hand, Shen Huai's head moved forward a little bit, and his face was stuck to his neck.

He rubbed, moved down, and stopped with his face against his chest.

Feng Ling's heart was beating like a drum. In the middle of the night, it beat again and again, strong and powerful.

He was afraid that his heartbeat would disturb him, so he simply hugged him into his arms.