Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Shen Huai didn't tell A-Tong that he had already discussed with the director, and the filming of the scene was smoother than expected, and he could get in the car to "rest" after one scene.

Moreover, at this time, Feng Ling and himself should be asked to wait.

Shen Huai folded his down jacket, and continued to look down at the script.

The sun was out, and the weather was still cold. Many crew members on the set wore military coats, and the white down jacket Shen Huai wore was also very fluffy, but not bulky, and it was very conspicuous among the crowd.

He was standing under a tree, and there were only a few yellow and gray dead leaves scattered on the tree. He was the only white in the bleak winter scene.

Not only is the down jacket white, but the complexion is also extremely white.

A circle of slender and soft ostrich feathers around the neckline softly covered his chin, which looked whiter than white down.

When he quietly looked down at the script, it was like snow just falling, and no one wanted to disturb him.

Feng Ling looked at him like this, but his heart became more and more fiery.

If he was just driving by and saw such a person inadvertently, he would definitely regard him as a sight, and he would not get close to him after a few more lingering glances.

But he was not someone who passed by by chance. Both of them knew what was going to happen in the past two days.

He just wants the snow to melt.

Suddenly, Shen Huai raised his eyes and glanced this way lightly, very lightly and quickly, he immediately turned his head and talked to the actor next to him with a smile.

Feng Ling's heart was still beating violently, and he couldn't calm down after that.

He suddenly felt like a pervert, hiding in a dark corner and spying on a clean and bright person.

Unlike a real voyeur, the other party knows that he is looking at him, and will give him seemingly non-existent feedback, which makes him want to be more blatant.

Seeing him smiling, the actor who was talking to Shen Huai was flattered for a moment, and then a little excitedly told him about the next scene.

While listening, Shen Huai lowered his head and took a sip of the slightly hot red ginseng water. His moist lips sipped lightly on the rim of the black thermos.

His white to transparent hands are particularly eye-catching on the pure black matte insulation. The actor looked at the insulation cup in Shen Huai's hand, then saw the exact same insulation cup beside the chair, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Do you like the same thing and buy several?"

Shen Huai stroked it with his fingers for a while, and said, "It was given by someone else."

The set was almost ready, and the director asked them to prepare.

When Shen Huai gave A-Tong the thermos cup and mobile phone, he asked him, "What clothes is he wearing?"

Ah Tongxin said that he saw it right away, and said, "A black coat with a shirt inside."

As he said that, he remembered, "That shirt is a bit familiar. There is a black silk-like tie on the shirt. There may be a thin sweater inside the shirt. I'm not sure. If you want to know, open it and have a look."

Shen Huai's movement of taking off his down jacket paused for a while, and with a "hmm", he handed the down jacket he took off to A Tong, and went to shoot the last scene in the morning.

Because I tried the scene before, the filming of this scene went very smoothly.

After filming, the director said to Shen Huai: "Mr. Shen has worked hard, go and rest."

Shen Huai nodded, and walked towards the nanny's car with a down jacket on his body, with a natural expression and calm steps.

Before taking two steps, he heard the director say to the others: "Ms. Shen is going to take a lunch break, please don't disturb him."

Shen Huai's footsteps paused insignificantly.

Then, he continued to walk forward naturally. On the surface, it was no different from normal. Only Shen Huai knew that his heartbeat and emotions, which had always been fairly stable, were inexplicably pushed up by the director's words.

After the director said this, several people subconsciously looked at him.

Under the gaze of others, maybe another person, Shen Huai felt his own heartbeat, and walked into the car calmly.

The military boots made a rustling sound when they stepped on the dead leaves, and the wrapped legs were straight and slender, and every step seemed to be precisely measured.

In just a few tens of meters, he seemed to have walked for a long time.

When he finally walked to the front of the car and stepped on the door, he seemed to have finally let go of the tension, and when he was about to breathe a little weakly, he was grabbed by the waist and pulled onto the sofa.

The fluffy cotton candy-like down jacket was suddenly compressed, and one arm was sunk in it.

Shen Huai's body that was just about to relax tensed instantly, and then softened even more.

He let go of all the strength in his body, leaned against the arms behind him, raised his head and rubbed Feng Ling's side face, he couldn't tell whose breathing was like a sigh, but also hurried.

The two of them kept silent, just hugging each other like this, occasionally rubbing their faces together, pressing the restless things under the warmth.

I don't know if it's because the heating in the car is sufficient, or because the body temperature of the person behind him is hot. Shen Huai, who is hugged tightly through the down jacket, has fine sweat oozing from the hairline, and the outermost hair that has just grown like fluff is wet. Fine and limp hair.

Shen Huai rubbed against Feng Ling, "Hot."

Feng Ling kissed him on the forehead, but he was not as obedient as usual to take off his down jacket.

He hugged him tightly through the down jacket, staring at the thin beads of sweat on his forehead with deep eyes.

He stretched out his hand and wiped a little sweat on the pulp of his ring finger with the lightest force, and asked hoarsely, "Shen Huai, are you going to melt?"

Shen Huai didn't understand what he was talking about, but his eyes made Shen Huai's scalp tingle a little.

Shen Huai slowly pursed his lower lip, drew Feng Ling's gaze to his lips, opened his mouth and said, "Feng Ling, do you know what the director said when I got in the car just now?"

"say what?"

"He said that I want to take a nap, so that no one else will disturb me." He said pointedly, "Two hours of nap."

The arms on the waist were even stronger, and Feng Ling's jaw collapsed. Like Shen Huai, he didn't react calmly when he heard these words.

He stared at Shen Huai and didn't know what he was thinking, one hand was still on Shen Huai's forehead, he didn't notice that Shen Huai's hand was stretched towards his waist, he didn't turn back until the hand holding Shen Huai felt cold god.

But by now it was too late.

Shen Huai took a deep breath to absorb his stomach, first handcuffed Feng Ling's hand on his waist, and while he was in a daze, he turned around and grabbed the handcuff on his forehead that he had struggled to free, Feng Ling's hand was handcuffed .

Feng Ling: "..."

Shen Huai stood up slowly, stood between his legs and took off the down jacket on his body.

Inside the down jacket is a completely different scene.

Contrary to the pure white softness of the down jacket, inside is a pure black officer uniform, the stiff cowhide belt is fastened by the cold silver buckle, dividing the body into four or six parts.

Feng Ling sat on the sofa and wanted to look up at him. From this perspective, the legs wrapped in black uniform pants and military boots were abnormally long, so straight that they seemed to have no knees.

Shen Huai said: "Today's movie scene requires a pair of handcuffs instead of a gun."

Feng Ling: "What if there is a gun on the waist? Will it kill me?"

Shen Huai just lifted his eyelids and glanced at him lightly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ling still had the second half of the sentence, so he rolled his Adam's apple and said, "Director Yu."

Director Yu is the character in the movie played by Shen Huai. In most scenes in the movie, others call him that, Director Yu of the Intelligence Department.

Shen Huai slightly raised his eyebrows, and looked at him with a half-smile.

He suddenly squatted down in front of Feng Ling, with his arms casually resting on his knees.

The cold man was wrapped in a black and cold uniform. He originally had an abstinent temperament, but his squatting posture was a bit ruffian and uninhibited.

Contradictoryly, Feng Ling's heart beat so fast that he couldn't move his eyes away.

Feng Ling was taller than him, and Shen Huai squatted in front of his open legs like this, just as Feng Ling recovered from the astonishment, he realized how dangerous and bad their posture was.

After Shen Huai took off his down jacket, the sweat stopped flowing on his forehead, instead, sweat oozes from his forehead.

Shen Huai's face was cold, "Be honest, what are you trying to do hiding in my car?"

Feng Ling: "..."

He was wrong, he shouldn't have teased Shen Huai to call him "Director Yu" just now.

He seemed to have foreseen the hardships and dangers that would follow.

But men are like this, they have inferior roots suppressed by etiquette and upbringing in their bones, and they will break through the suppression and pop up when they are excited or in danger.

"I advise you to confess well. You probably don't want to know what happened to the last person who didn't confess well." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand straight to Feng Ling in this posture.

Feng Ling's body tensed instantly, and he hardly dared to breathe.

And Shen Huai's hand just landed on the handcuffs between his hands hanging in front of him, he pulled it, "Did you see it?"

Feng Ling looked down and saw that there was blood on the handcuffs.

Of course it's not real blood, it's fake blood painted by the props group.

In this big investment and big production movie, every detail has been taken care of, the blood on the handcuffs is very realistic, thick red with a smear of black, foreshadowing the tragedy of the previous one, Feng Ling seems to smell blood on the tip of his nose.

Shen Huai said: "He has a long incision in his abdomen, here."

Shen Huai reached out to Feng Ling's abdomen and pressed it lightly.

"He didn't want to tell me the news I wanted to know." Shen Huai spoke seriously, as if he was describing a very serious matter, but his hands were not serious at all.

"I just," he paused, opened his lips calmly, "and stabbed in along the knife edge with the handcuffs."

Feng Ling's abdomen froze suddenly, whether it was from being frightened or from other reasons that were difficult for others to know, the abdominal muscles contracted the most.

He knew that Shen Huai was talking about a scene in the movie.

In the movie, Shen Huai plays a ruthless and unpredictable undercover director. Outsiders say that without Director Yu's mouth that can't be opened, no one can hold on to him for an hour.

Feng Ling has read the script, and this scene will be the opening of the movie.

In the dark cell, Director Yu wanted to solicit information from a person who was not sure about opening his mouth.

He walked into the cell with a thin and straight body, with his hands casually inserted in the pockets of his uniform pants, like an elegant and comfortable nobleman, calmly watching his subordinates interrogate the person tied to the chair.

He watched it quietly for about a minute, licked his palate with the tip of his tongue, and walked over.

He bent down and pressed the prisoner on the chair with one hand, took off the handcuffs around his waist with the other, and asked him, "Can't you really cooperate with me?"

Without waiting for the prisoner to speak, the good-looking hand stroked the hard and cold handcuffs, and caught off guard, stabbed into the knife in the prisoner's abdomen and pulled.

The camera should end in the prisoner's screams. At that time, the camera will not be facing the prisoner, but it may be the cold and rough wall of the cell.

This scene is only 2 minutes long, and it will give the audience a deep first impression at the beginning, setting up characters quickly and accurately.

Feng Ling thought, at this time, the director will definitely give a close-up of Shen Huai's eyes.

Those beautiful eyes are full of coldness and indifference. In Shen Huai's delicate acting skills, there must be subtle other emotions, echoing the revelation later in the movie that the person Shen Huai pokes is his companion.

Only the eyes are close-up, because the underground cell is dimly lit, followed by the clear appearance and temperament of the characters displayed in the spacious and bright office.

Shen Huai was leaning against the desk in front of the window, reading the information just obtained from the prisoner.

It is best to shoot from the bottom up, starting from the military boots with wet soles, passing through the straight legs, to the bloody handcuffs hanging around the waist, to the beautiful hands holding the paper, and finally to freeze on his face.

Feng Ling closed his eyes forcefully, and the blood in his whole body boiled up, rushing violently all over his body.

The iron handcuffs made a soft sound.

Shen Huai lowered his eyes, just in time to see Feng Ling's hand was opened and then clenched tightly, and there were blue veins in his hand.

He didn't know if Feng Ling wanted to break free from the handcuffs in delusion.

His hands are in direct proportion to his height, with very long fingers and wide palms. When the hands that are a circle larger than him have bulging veins, they feel very powerful, making one wonder if the handcuffs can hold him.

Shen Huai's gaze stayed on those hands for a few seconds, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he asked calmly, "How is it, are you willing to talk?"

Feng Ling let out a muffled laugh, and asked masochistically and addictively: "Director Yu, what's the good of me saying it? It's not good, why should I say it?"

Shen Huai's hand lightly landed on Feng Ling's leg, and the muscles under his trousers tightened instantly like a conditioned reflex.

Shen Huai moved his hand inward against his trousers, "Is this okay?"

"Still, do you want more?" Shen Huai glanced somewhere.

Feng Ling bit his back molars hard, and cursed silently.

The "prisoner" who pricks and pulls does not know why he compromises like this.

But it doesn't seem to be completely compromised.

After tightly pursing his lower lip, his Zhang Yang eyebrows and eyes raised upwards, and a distressed but incongruous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm here to find my wife."

Shen Huai: "..."

The "prisoner" continued to explain cooperatively, "We are together behind everyone's backs, and he is yours. No one should know about our relationship, otherwise the consequences...you know it without me telling you."

"However, we haven't seen each other for a long time, and I miss him so much, so I plotted to date here."

Shen Huai asked dutifully, "Who is he?"

Feng Ling laughed again, but didn't answer him, his eyes sized Shen Huai wantonly, and when he had enough, he said scumbagly: "It doesn't matter who he is now, I've taken a fancy to you now, sir."

Shen Huai: "..."

Feng Ling raised his chin slightly, "Sir, how is my performance? Is there any reward?"

Shen Huai nodded seriously, "Yes, I will reward you with a surprise."

His other hand was also pressed on Feng Ling's other leg, and he half stood up with his hands propped on his two legs, reaching out to his chest, and pulled out the casual tie that was loosely tied under the collar of his white shirt.

A Tong said that the shirt Feng Ling was wearing today looked familiar, with a black ribbon on it.

Shen Huai immediately knew which one it was.

The white shirt that Feng Ling and Pang Qingxuan were wearing when they collided with each other.

This white shirt wears a decorative casual tie, not so much a casual tie as it is thin and long, more like a ribbon.

Last time on the set, Shen Huai untied it, moved it from under Feng Ling's collar to his shirt, tied it up for him, and pulled it down on the shirt.

Shen Huai pulled out the black ribbon and wrapped it around his hands, looked at it with half-drooping slender eyelashes, and asked, "Why do you wear such a strange tie today? Does it have any special meaning to you?"

Guilt flashed in the "prisoner"'s eyes, and he said: "I originally planned that if our tryst was discovered, my wife would use it to tie me up and push me out to say that he had caught a thief."

This completely contradicts what the scumbag said just now.

Shen Huai laughed, "You are such a kind and affectionate man."

He approached him with the ribbon in both hands, and whispered close to his ear: "He is willing, but I am not willing to tie you up."

Feng Ling looked down at the handcuffed hands. The officer seemed to be contradicting his words and deeds. He said, "Director Yu, you are so gentle."

Shen Huai nodded seriously, he really didn't tie Feng Ling, but covered his eyes with a ribbon, and tied a tight dead button behind his head.

Now Feng Ling's hands were handcuffed and he couldn't move, his eyes were also covered by the tie so he couldn't see anything.

The ribbon is thin, compared to a normal tie, the pure black ribbon can completely block the light.

Feng Ling was in the dark, only slightly uneasy at first, and then only secretly excited. He opened his mouth and asked Shen Huai: "Sir, what are you going to do?"

The ribbon was attached to his eyes, which could clearly convey the movement of his eyes. Shen Huai put his hands on Feng Ling's shoulders, stood between his legs and leaned over, his face close to his.

Feng Ling felt his breath, and his Adam's apple rolled down quickly.

He couldn't see it, but his sense of touch and hearing were magnified sensitively. He felt Shen Huai's breath first stopped at his chin, and then moved to his lips.

He pursed his lower lip, and the breath moved away annoyingly, continued to move up, and seemed to move down again, which was completely unpredictable.

When Feng Ling's body and heart felt restless, he froze suddenly.

Through the ribbon, Shen Huai kissed Feng Ling's eyes.

It was a very long kiss, the lips moved only slightly, and then pressed down deeply.

Feng Ling's eyelids were moistened by the warm breath, but his lips became drier.

Shen Huai's light and heavy kiss disturbed his heartbeat again.

However, he liked it beyond words.

After Shen Huai moved away, he answered his previous question: "Didn't I say I want to reward you with a surprise?"

Listening to him, it seemed like this was a surprise, but it didn't seem like it was.

"Listen carefully and try to see if you can find any surprises."

Certainly not.

Feng Ling put all his attention on his ears, trying to hear Shen Huai's surprise.

The car windows are privacy-proof and sound-proof. When they are closed tightly, the sound from the outside is completely isolated. There may be dinner outside or filming, Feng Ling has no way of knowing.

In the quiet and closed interior of the car, he caught a short electronic sound, as if something was activated, and at the same time there was a sound of friction and sliding.

Then it was quiet for a while, Feng Ling listened hard, his ears seemed to be exerting force, and moved a little.

He finally heard the sound.

It's hard to say the sound, there is no clear human voice, and in the light to rapid music, breathing and panting can be heard slowly.

Feng Ling finally heard his own voice in it. It was hard to distinguish at first. The reason why he could hear it was his own was because it was the few voices that the director asked him to make up when playing back after shooting.

What Shen Huai was playing was the edited clip of "Qing Xiao" that he got from Director Lin.

Combined with the sound of starting and friction sliding just now, Feng Ling reasonably guessed that it was the sound of the projector and the curtain.

Shen Huai, he actually installed a curtain in the nanny's car!

Thinking of the screen being played on the big screen in front of him, and Shen Huai's previous hints, the blood in Feng Ling's body boiled further, he gritted his teeth, and murmured "Shen Huai" hoarsely.

Shen Huai looked at the picture on the curtain, and he didn't turn back when he heard Feng Ling's whisper, but turned back when he heard the sound of the handcuffs struggling.

Feng Ling opened his hand again, and then clenched it into a fist. The veins on the back of the hand stretched, and there was a circle of red marks where the wrist was bound.

Shen Huai's eyes moved to his face again.

He always thought that Feng Ling's face had a flamboyant aura, mainly because of his eyebrows, especially those long eyes.

At this moment his eyes were covered by a black tie, and the feeling didn't diminish at all.

It may be that his nose is too high and his facial lines are very sharp.

At this time, the sharpness of the lines became a little more serious, and his jaw and chin were clenched tightly.

When he exerts himself, the masseter muscle in the lower jaw bulges slightly as he bites the back molars.

Shen Huai likes to see him like this.

He stared at Feng Ling's face for a few seconds, pressed his fingers on his masseter muscle, and slid gently.

When the masseter muscle was stretched, it was harder than his fingertips, and rubbing it with soft fingers didn't soften it, but made it even tighter.

The finger stopped and was replaced by another soft spot.

Shen Huai kissed his masseter muscle.

Feng Ling's breathing tightened, he didn't know whether he wanted to relax or tense up, his body was in a strange state.

Shen Huai reached out to touch his chin, paused for a moment, then bit the masseter muscle on his jaw, and gnawed lightly with his teeth.

He heard the sound of handcuffs again, followed by Feng Ling's extremely hoarse and unsteady voice, "Shen Huai, open it."

Because of the force, the tone was a little painful, and it seemed to be an order.

Shen Huai blinked, and when he was thinking, Feng Ling wrapped his hands around behind him.

Shen Huai seemed to hear the sound of bones, before he had time to react, Feng Ling's hand reached out unreasonably to the middle of his waist belt, and pulled off the key.

Shen Huai was taken aback for a moment, he stood up, took a step back, and asked, "How do you know it's there?"

Feng Ling stood up, his long fingers curled inward with the key in his hands, his gestures were a little distorted, "Since you dare to handcuff me, you must have the key on your body in case of accidents, and that is the hardest place for me to reach when I am handcuffed. place."

He glanced at the curtain and smiled, "Teacher Shen, is it two hours?"