Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

When Shen Huai hung up the video, seeing Feng Ling's astonished face, he was a little dazed and dazed.

At the last second, when he looked at Shen Huai suddenly, his expression was almost fierce, and his eyes were hot and dark.

In the next second, the video was cut off, and Shen Huai's figure was gone.

Shen Huai thought, Feng Ling must be like a violent lion now, but there was nothing he could do.

There are hundreds of kilometers between him and himself. The lion has no wings, so it can only roar in circles in situ, but cannot fly over.

The next meeting will be Saturday at the soonest. After several days, the energy of eating people at this moment has long passed.

Shen Huai changed from sitting to lying down on the sofa, holding his mobile phone, and couldn't help thinking of Feng Ling's appearance when he punched.

Like every frame in a movie, it is slowly projected in my mind.

The sweat on the forehead, the sharp eyes, the tightly pursed lips, and the muscles that are accumulating strength.

Shen Huai pursed his lips, pinched the bridge of his nose with his hands, and exerted a little force until the bridge of his nose turned red.

After a long time, he sighed softly, and a smile slowly opened on the corner of his mouth.

Shen Huai thought that Feng Ling would come over on Saturday at the earliest, and they would discuss how to come here on Thursday and Friday.

Unexpectedly, this time he was wrong again.

The next day, Shen Huai filmed as usual, and he filmed the unsatisfactory fighting scene yesterday, and this time he was a little more satisfied.

The director was very happy: "Mr. Shen, this time is much better than last time."

Shen Huai nodded: "Wait for me to practice for another half a month, and it should be almost done."

director:"……"

He thought that this time it was very good and he could pass. Didn't he expect that Shen Huai would practice for half a month before shooting?

How does he feel that Shen Huai is more like a director than he is?

Forget it, it's a good thing for an actor to keep improving, and of course he has to support it.

"Okay, we will shoot again in half a month."

This morning was the same as usual, the crew was going through the scenes in an orderly manner. In the afternoon, Shen Huai had just finished a scene and when he was about to change his clothes, he saw the director walking a few steps towards the door in a hurry.

Shen Huai walked to the window curiously and looked out, and saw a familiar car at a glance.

A familiar person came down, He He.

He He was originally Feng Ling's artist assistant. After Feng Ling became the president of Jingpo Entertainment, he still followed Feng Ling as an assistant and became a member of the secretary office.

After he got out of the car, he walked to the rear door and opened it.

Feng Ling got out of the car.

Openly and aboveboard, with a strong momentum.

He was wearing the most common black trousers and white shirt, a knee-length vicuña coat outside, and a dark gray cashmere scarf tied around his neck, which is rare. After a glance, he took it back flatly.

Shen Huai: "..."

Just as the director was about to go out, he turned around hastily and said to Shen Huai, "Mr. Shen, you and Mr. Feng have filmed a drama together, so you should be familiar with it. This one, welcome him with me?"

Shen Huai: "..."

It feels kind of weird.

In the previous film crew, Feng Ling was scolded by the director every day, and had almost no status in the film crew.

With a better crew and a better director, he became a big investor that the director should treat with respect.

The movie "Peak" was invested by the owner of Jingpo Entertainment, and it is correct to say that he is an investor in a sense.

"I haven't been in contact with the new president, so I don't know what he is like." The director was a little distressed: "I heard that he will check every production team he invests in. He seems to be very responsible and strict."

Shen Huai: "..."

Just as Shen Huai was about to speak, Liang Yang next to him snorted, "I know him quite well, I'll go with the director and let Teacher Shen rest."

Director: "What do you know well? How did you, a person who just debuted, know Mr. Feng who just returned to China?"

Liang Yang: "...I naturally have a channel to know him."

"Let's go." Shen Huai said helplessly.

The director hurriedly walked out with Shen Huai, and Liang Yang also followed.

As he walked, he whispered to Shen Huai: "Mr. Shen, pay attention, Feng Ling has bad intentions for you."

Shen Huai: "..."

He deliberately slowed down, frowned and said, "This kind of thing can't be nonsense."

Liang Yang couldn't accept Shen Huai thinking about him like this, "I'm not talking nonsense! It's true."

Shen Huai: "Then how do you know?"

Liang Yang hesitated, "We are in a fan group in your circle."

Shen Huai: "How can fans say they have bad intentions?"

Liang Yang was speechless, just as they were about to walk to Feng Ling's side, so he closed his mouth.

All Shen Huai's thoughts, fans in the circle?

Almost everyone who was not busy on the set came to see Feng Ling.

Right here, the person who was hiding in the nanny's car two days ago and couldn't see anyone, became the center of sight on the set today.

The director talked to Feng Ling first.

Feng Ling said: "I'm just passing by, just take a look around, everyone don't care about me, go get busy."

The director thought to himself, where is it just to look at it casually, he is here to inspect it.

Of course he couldn't say that, since Feng Ling said that, he let other people do the work, leaving only the main creator here.

Feng Ling shifted his gaze to Shen Huai, with a decent smile on his face, "Mr. Shen, long time no see, thanks for your hard work."

Shen Huai slightly raised his eyebrows, "Long time no see, Mr. Feng."

Feng Ling nodded, and only glanced at him politely, then shifted his gaze to Liang Yang, "This is, Liang Yang?"

The director hurriedly introduced him.

Liang Yang hummed again, pretending not to, they had chatted on WeChat, and his WeChat profile picture was himself.

"Mr. Feng is really a noble person who forgets so much, doesn't he remember me?"

Many people on the set focused their attention on the two of them.

Feng Ling smiled, as if he didn't know what he meant.

Liang Yang asked again, "What are you doing here?"

He believed that Feng Ling came here with no good intentions, they were all in the same group, and everyone knew what was on his mind.

He must have left the previous crew and still hasn't given up on Mr. Shen.

Why did Feng Ling come here? Everyone in the production team knew it, and he himself said it. It's a bit strange that Liang Yang asked so dissatisfied.

The crew looked at the two of them, puzzled, and at the same time couldn't help but start to disperse around the two of them.

The director felt that there was something wrong with Liang Yang, so he frowned and dismissed him, "What are you talking about here, the last scene was filmed like that, and you haven't prepared properly yet."

Feng Ling took advantage of the situation and said, "Yes, let's make a movie. I won't waste everyone's time. I'll take a look."

The director heard that he wanted to watch the show, and he thought that Feng Linglai also wanted to see how they were filming, so he stopped politely accompanying him.

Filming continues.

Except when talking, Shen Huai didn't look at Feng Ling directly, and Feng Ling was the same. move away.

It wasn't until filming that Feng Ling could look at him unscrupulously.

Shen Huai continued to film scenes in the cell.

Now it's his interrogation scene, handcuffed to a chair in a dark cell.

The make-up artists put on a broken makeup for him, the uniform was messy and blood-stained, and there was a pool of blood on the broken hair on his forehead, and the bright red blood flowed down his forehead, just stopping at the end of his eyes.

His face was pale, and there was no trace of blood on his thin lips.

His back was still straight, his eyes were indifferent and clean, and he was out of place in this dark prison cell.

The bleeding hand was handcuffed on the back of the chair behind him, with one straight and slender leg stretched forward, he raised his cold white chin slightly, and smiled slightly, "Is that how you treat your boss?"

Not only the actor on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, even Feng Ling was the same.

He felt that this laughing Shen Huai acted too well.

Blooming quietly in a sea of ​​blood, the purity is shocking.

Not only this smile, but he felt that every detail of Shen Huai was too good at this time, so good that it was so real, as if this was him in real life.

There is a spine that is always straight and unyielding, and lives stubbornly and cleanly in this world.

Inexplicably, Feng Ling's chest was filled with fiery fire, and his blood boiled all at once.

He wanted to open his mouth to say Shen Huai's name silently, but found that his voice was extremely hoarse.

Shen Huai went to deal with the dirt on his body after the play. He wiped his face and changed his clothes. When he got out of the car, he saw Feng Ling was talking to the director, and the director nodded happily.

Feng Ling looked over if he felt something, then took a restrained glance and moved to Shen Huai's nanny's car.

He can only choose between the set and the nanny car. He can stay in the nanny car but not appear on the set. He can appear on the set openly, but he cannot enter Shen Huai's nanny car.

He longed so much that one day, he could have both places.

Shen Huai walked over, and the director happily said to him: "Boss Feng said, if we don't finish filming during the Chinese New Year, don't worry, we will take two more days off for the Chinese New Year, and we will start filming after the Chinese New Year."

Shen Huai glanced at Feng Ling with a half-smile.

Feng Ling didn't seem to understand what Shen Huai meant, he said solemnly: "Mr. Shen, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's have dinner together later?"

When the director heard this, he immediately said, "Let's go now, Mr. Shen's filming is almost done."

Shen Huai nodded and said, "Okay."

After the director left, the two continued to chat familiarly and politely. Feng Ling said, "Mr. Shen's acting skills are still so good."

Shen Huai: "Thank you."

Feng Ling: "Teacher Shen is very likely to win Best Actor with this movie."

Shen Huai: "I'm overwhelmed."

This conversation continued all the way to Feng Ling's car.

A Tong and He He: "..."

They chatted all the way to the boxing gym.

A Tong kept Shen Huai here for a month, and the two entered the room directly. As soon as the door was closed, the atmosphere between the two changed immediately.

Feng Ling directly hugged Shen Huai against the wall, and kissed him with hot breath.

Shen Huai wrapped his legs around him, closed his eyes and grabbed his collar, welcoming him to kiss him fiercely.

After kissing until he couldn't breathe, Shen Huai asked unsteadily, "Why are you here?"

"How will I live these few days if I don't come?" Feng Ling bit his neck viciously, "Shen Huai, can you stop torturing me like this?"

Shen Huai took a breath and said innocently: "Didn't you force me to say it?"

Feng Ling: "..."

"I told you to say it, but I didn't tell you to say it that way."

Shen Huai: "Really? You've already guessed, didn't you guess what I'm going to say?"

"..." Feng Ling was furious, and said unreasonably, "I just can't use this face to say that!"

Shen Huai looked at Feng Ling with a low smile, scratched his chin, lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Feng Ling gasped slightly, realizing that he had been ashamed again just now.

He stabilized, "Mr. Shen brought me here, do you still want to watch me punch?"

The old god Shen Huai gave an "um" on the ground.

Feng Ling raised his eyebrows, and put it close to his ear, "Isn't Mr. Shen's favorite thing about me sweating on you? Or is it right?"

Shen Huai: "..."

Feng Ling taught Shen Huai to punch for an hour, hand in hand, close to his body, and at one point almost shot his gun, and he didn't know who he was torturing.

In the end, they left two hours early.

A Tong and He He went to the parking lot according to the agreed time, only to find that Feng Ling's car was gone.

It was already dark at this time, and the two stood for a while without calling them, so they turned around and went up again.

After another hour, Feng Ling called them, and they went down again.

When they got into the car, Feng Ling was hugging Shen Huai at the back, and Shen Huai was sitting on his lap, with his head on his shoulder, and fell asleep deeply.

Ah Tong was silent for a while, as quiet as a chicken.

For a second, he felt that the air in the car was sticky and heavy, not suitable for a single dog to survive.

Feng Ling left with He He that night, and his sudden visit was already crazy enough that he couldn't stay any longer.

Both know.

They also know that they can't see each other often, at most once a week, and they can't take public transportation often, but no one can't miss each other.

I met four or five times like this again, and the end of the year is approaching.

The crew of "The Summit" took six days of vacation out of necessity and wealth.

According to the agreement, Shen Huai went to Feng's house with Feng Ling to meet his grandfather.

This time was different from the last time I went to the He family, both of them took it very seriously.

They bought gifts first, and then carefully selected clothes. After such preparations, Feng Ling was afraid that Shen Huai would get nervous, so he said to him, "It's just the same as the last time I went to He's house, don't be nervous."

Shen Huai smiled, "Why should I be nervous?"

He said: "Because of professional reasons, we are indeed temporarily unable to be aboveboard when we are together, but in essence, we are clean and upright, with no regrets or debts. I am not guilty or nervous."

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed Shen Huai's face, "My grandfather will definitely like you."

Feng Ling's mother is the youngest daughter of my grandfather, and he has two uncles above him. Therefore, Grandpa Feng Ling is much older than Grandpa Shen Huai. He is already over 80 this year, but he has a strong body and looks very energetic.

After Shen Huai said hello, he also smiled at Shen Huai.

He has a very serious appearance, and he has a sense of majesty when he smiles, which doesn't make people relax.

Seeing this, Shen Huai also smiled at him.

The servant was preparing meals, Feng Yunyi called Shen Huai over to watch TV, "Wait for those two boys first."

Shen Huai knew that the two boys he was talking about were Feng Ling's two uncles, so he nodded and sat down to watch TV with him.

What was playing on TV was Shen Huai's play.

In this play, Shen Huai plays a son-in-law who is robbed by the princess.

Feng Yunyi said: "Shen Huai, I like your role."

After this character became a son-in-law, he was finally appointed as a marquis and worshiped as a prime minister, and became a court official.

Shen Huai didn't know if there was any deep meaning in his words, he nodded and said, "Not to mention acting skills, this is also a character I like very much."

Feng Ling leaned forward, "Then grandpa will definitely like Shen Huai's next role more."

Feng Yunyi smiled, "Then I am looking forward to it."

While talking, Feng Ling's two uncles came back, bringing his two aunts and one brother.

When everyone is here, dinner begins.

The whole family is easy to get along with and they can chat very well. Dinner is much more comfortable than at He's.

It is rare for Shen Huai to feel the lively, harmonious and relaxed family atmosphere when the Chinese New Year is approaching.

Actually in a family that is still unfamiliar, there is no conflict.

Shen Huai's face was also stained with warmth, and there was an unconscious smile between his brows and eyes when he finished eating and drinking tea.

Feng Ling saw it, and he also laughed.

He was so happy tonight.

He glanced at Shen Huai again, lowered his head and coughed, the corners of his mouth could not be suppressed no matter what.

The smiles of the two were seen by others, and the atmosphere on the table became a little more relaxed and cheerful.

Feng Ling's second uncle, Feng Xun, likes to smoke, but he is very self-conscious and never smokes in front of his family. After eating, he said, "I'll go to the terrace to smoke a cigarette."

Feng Ling passed by while serving some fruit after dinner, seeing Feng Xun waving at him, Feng Ling turned around and walked over.

It was a bit cold in the deep winter night, Feng Xun took a sip of the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, and he had another cigarette in his other hand, which he handed to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling shook his head: "I don't smoke."

He didn't like to smoke before, and he would smoke one occasionally when he was socializing, but now he doesn't smoke at all.

Shen Huai is sensitive to smell and doesn't like the smell of smoke.

Thinking of this, he took a step back.

Feng Xun: "..."

"Your look of disgust is no more subtle than your second aunt." Feng Xun joked to him, and his face became serious again, "Are you sure?"

Feng Ling knew what he meant, he nodded without hesitation, "I'm sure, it's him."

Feng Ling said: "Second Uncle, I want to marry Shen Huai."

Feng Xun took another drag on his cigarette, wondering if it was because of the smoke lingering on his brows and eyes, his serious face looked a little sad.

Feng Ling didn't like this, so he asked bluntly, "Do you think there's anything wrong with it?"

Feng Xun said: "Shen Huai looks good everywhere, but he is a single-parent family and grew up in such an environment..."

Feng Ling thought it was funny, "What happened to the single-parent family, what right do you have to say about him, am I the same?"

He had seen some comments on the Internet about how a single-parent family is like, but Feng Ling never thought that one day his uncle would think the same way.

"Can you do the same?" Feng Xun immediately frowned and said, "Don't you know what's going on with you?"

He knew very well what Feng Ling was like, and he also knew what kind of family atmosphere Feng Ling grew up in.

When his sister was alive, Feng Ling had been living in an open, free and affluent living environment. He didn't lack for anything, and lived a stable and wanton life.

When his sister passed away, Feng Ling was already 16 years old. To some extent, he was already a stable adult.

Moreover, his younger sister died unexpectedly while traveling, and he and He Shanming were a little unhappy while traveling. Feng Ling held a grudge against He Shanming, but he didn't hate him to the core.

His hatred is blatant, all dissatisfaction is shown on his face, and he vents at will.

In addition, after his younger sister passed away, he treated Feng Ling like his elder brother as his own son, and his father loved him too. No one could say that he grew up in a single-parent family.

But Shen Huai was different.

Feng Ling found it even more funny, "Second Uncle, you are too double-standard, what's the difference between being a single parent?"

Feng Xun took another drag on his cigarette and sighed, "Shen Huai's mother, the painter, committed suicide at home due to severe depression."

The smile on Feng Ling's face froze.

The balcony cut off the heating in the room. When Feng Ling came out, he only wore a sweater. He didn't care about the warmth at first, but a gust of cold wind blew through him, and he was so cold to the bone.

Seeing that he suddenly lost his smile, Feng Xun had a strange expression on his face, thinking that he also thought this was a problem.

Suddenly, he saw Feng Ling grabbing his arm like crazy, and asked sternly, "Who told you to check on him!"