Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

The bathroom fell silent.

The air appears to be warmer due to stagnation.

Shen Huai waited for Feng Ling, the previous shock was fake, but at this moment he was not as calm as he imagined.

He guessed that Feng Ling liked his ears and wanted to know this "secret" early on. This guess was based on their relationship in the previous life.

But Feng Ling didn't move, after a minute, Shen Huai heard Feng Ling's hoarse voice, "It's not suitable now."

This was beyond Shen Huai's expectation.

What's wrong with just touching him to let him get used to it and not doing anything else?

But since it was like this, Shen Huai didn't force it. He thought that his progress might be a little too fast, and he was about to turn around after finishing his expression, but was suddenly held down by Feng Ling again.

The pressure on his shoulders was neither light nor heavy, but Feng Ling was standing behind him, much taller than him, blocking the narrow space, so he couldn't move at all.

Regret again?

Shen Huai pursed his lips, the nerves in his ears tensed up, and all his attention was focused there.

However, there was no touch there, and the touch happened in another place that Shen Huai did not expect.

A soft handkerchief fell from his hand resting on the mirror.

Feng Ling's hand, which was longer than his, took a handkerchief and carefully wiped off the water on his hand and arm.

Shen Huai was stunned for a moment, it had been a long time since such a thing that was completely out of his expectation had happened.

He didn't know where this handkerchief came from. It wasn't cool in early autumn in City B. Both of them were wearing thin shirts. This handkerchief could only be in Feng Ling's suit pants pocket.

Feng Ling wiped the back of his hands and the outside of his arms a few times, then put the handkerchief in his hand.

"Let's eat first."

Then he went to the compartment.

Shen Huai stared at the handkerchief in his hand, and opened his mouth.

In his previous life, the only time Shen Huai had the idea of ​​giving up and insisting was to Feng Ling.

Everything he had experienced before made him think that Feng Ling was helping him so much and that he had plans for him like those few people. That night, Shen Huai unbuttoned one by one in front of him and took off his shirt.

He saw Feng Ling walking towards him quickly, closed his eyes slightly, and already knew what was going to happen next.

It was the same that time, beyond his expectation.

Feng Ling didn't touch him at all, a windbreaker fell on him, and he was wrapped tightly, and then pushed into the next room.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and saw Feng Ling's tight jaw, his indifferent and irritable face.

When the door was closed, Shen Huai couldn't tell what he felt.

Several people laughed at him for being ridiculously noble, but in front of Feng Ling, he felt slightly embarrassed. Apart from that embarrassment, there were more emotions that Shen Huai couldn't explain.

Shen Huai tightly clenched the handkerchief in his hand, "I don't believe it... I can't sleep with you."

When Feng Ling came out, Shen Huai had already left the bathroom, the door of the bathroom was wide open, someone came in and saw him and greeted him.

Feng Ling answered absently, turned on the faucet, and put his hot fingers in the water to cool down.

It may be that the temperature of his hands is too high. He felt that the water was a bit icy, and his fingers shook uncomfortably in the water, very lightly and quickly.

No one could find out but him.

When Feng Ling arrived at the restaurant, there were already a lot of people sitting here. Needless to say, the table between Shen Huai and the director was already full.

From a distance, he saw Shen Huai pulling the hair behind his left ear, and the beautiful deer ears were completely exposed to everyone's sight.

Feng Ling walked to the manager and assistant's table expressionlessly, and there was a seat reserved for him there.

For convenience, a buffet was prepared for lunch, and He He just brought the food over there.

"Mr. Shen even has such beautiful ears, ah, the earrings he wears are also very beautiful, I have looked at them several times!"

Seeing manager Meng Ying frowning at him, He He hurriedly explained: "This is the first time Mr. Shen has done this. Many people over there can't take their eyes off, and I'm not alone."

Feng Ling put the knife and fork on the plate, and the stainless steel and porcelain made a harsh sound.

He He has no other outstanding advantages, but he is more sensitive, and he is as quiet as a chicken when he hears this voice.

He felt that this voice was the same as Shen Huai's voice when he broke the script when he heard Feng Ling say that he was a straight man.

Shen Huai pinned his hair behind his ears and put on an ear clip, which was really conspicuous, but pinning his hair behind his ears hid the birthmark even deeper.

I don't know if Feng Ling is aware of this.

When Shen Huai inadvertently moved the hair behind his ears, he noticed that Feng Ling's gaze became more oppressive.

He took a sip of tea calmly, covering the smile at the corner of his mouth.

His guess was not wrong, Feng Ling really liked his ears and the birthmark on them.

In his previous life, Feng Ling asked him seemingly casually, who else knew about the birthmark in the dimple behind his ear? Shen Huai mentioned a few people, and Feng Ling's face was not very good-looking.

The location of the birthmark is ingenious, the ear is not considered a hidden part, but there is a relatively deep dimple behind Shen Huai's earlobe, and the birthmark is small, so it is not a problem to hide it.

After Shen Huai's rebirth, the hair around his ears has always been a bit long, only when he played the perverted murderer in the movie, it was cut. After Shen Huai figured out the character design, he designed an ear clip with a character and a story for this murderer. , just blocked.

So, no one has seen it yet except the family and his stylist.

He wanted to show Feng Ling, and Feng Ling really liked this discovery and his ears.

But not enough.

Shen Huai's eyes slightly bent, looking at the director who called him twice.

Seeing him smiling, the director coughed, "Mr. Shen is really amazing, you can tell that my liver is not good just by looking at my face."

Shen Huai continued the topic just now, "My grandfather is a Chinese medicine doctor, and I learned a little bit of pulse from him. Would you like to try the director?"

The director immediately stretched out his hand, "Come here!"

Except for the play, the director didn't pay much attention to other aspects. He directly removed the tableware in front of him, rolled up his sleeves and put his arms on the table.

Shen Huai pressed his fingers on his three pulses, and calmed his breathing. He was using his own breath to count the director's pulse rate.

It looked solemn and serious, as if he was feeling and exploring something.

Feng Ling saw his expression from a distance, as well as his fingers on the director's wrist, and the steak on the knife and fork stopped halfway for several seconds before being sent into his mouth.

The steak in the buffet obviously couldn't be compared with what he usually ate, it seemed a bit woody, and he chewed hard.

"Teacher Shen is really dedicated." He said.

"..." Meng Ying felt that this taste was a bit wrong.

Feng Ling said: "Don't you have to try with the person who plays the opposite role in the audition?"

"Generally speaking, it is very common to try with someone else if the other party is not available or not cooperative." Meng Ying replied.

He didn't cooperate well, so Shen Huai asked others to familiarize himself with his skills, and then asked others to touch his ears, and also asked others to try the more in-depth scenes written in the script later?

Feng Ling ate another piece of steak.

He eats his steak gracefully, but he seems like someone who is not to be trifled with.

Meng Ying still had the courage to put a plate of green vegetables in front of him, "Don't just eat meat, eat more vegetables."

Feng Ling raised his eyes and saw that Shen Huai hadn't removed his hand from the director's wrist. He lowered his eyes to see this pot of green vegetables, and his brows and eyes twisted a little bit of hostility.

When He He heard Meng Ying's words, he went to pick up Qingcai. When he came back, he said in surprise, "Teacher Shen can feel the pulse. He is feeling the pulse of the director. He is right."

Feng Ling's restlessness dissipated, and he began to eat vegetables obediently.

Shen Huai also removed his hand from the director's wrist.

But then, an actor at the same table walked up to him with a blushing face, rolled up his sleeves, and looked at him with bright eyes.

That actor was one of the two actors who went out to greet Shen Huai with the director when Shen Huai first came to the set.

Feng Ling pushed the plate aside, "Why is it so bitter?"

Mengying's old mother said to him like: "This is bitter chrysanthemum, and the green and old part will be particularly bitter if you eat it, and the less green shoots will be better. Remember this dish, the greener the better. bitter."

"..."

He He heard what Meng Ying said, and hurriedly got up to pick out bitter chrysanthemums for Feng Ling. Feng Ling got up earlier than him, and went straight to Shen Huai and the director's table.

He He looked blank.

Shen Huai was staring at the little fan's wrist.

Except for filming, he doesn't like to have too much physical contact with other people. The director is almost 50 years old this year, so it's just that he is his father's generation.

The blushing male actor was different.

Shen Huai looked at him with a smile, but in fact he was thinking about whether to continue with this step, and he glanced at Feng Ling who was walking over.

He smiled, knowing that there was no need for him to worry.

Feng Ling's grandfather was a soldier. Feng Ling's mother grew up in a serious atmosphere, but she grew up to be a rebellious person with a unique personality. She didn't join politics and the army like other young children, but became a model and jewelry Designer, and both have made great achievements.

When the world famous model passed away, almost all luxury brands had designers to mourn.

Later, Shen Huai learned from people around Feng Ling that, as the son of a supermodel, Feng Ling was invited by a brand design director of a foreign haute couture association to go to a catwalk in his first year of high school, but he didn't go.

There are indeed second generations in the model circle, but all the well-known second generations are not just second generations, they must have superior conditions themselves.

Just like at this time, Feng Ling didn't have a cold face, and even hid his impatience very well, and he had an aura of not getting close to strangers.

The actor who stretched his arm towards Shen Huai hadn't reacted yet, and subconsciously backed away.

"Teacher Shen." Standing beside Shen Huai, Feng Ling was much taller than the sitting Shen Huai. His eyebrows were naturally raised, but his tone was full of respect at this moment.

Country H's entertainment circle is much more distinct than the domestic hierarchy. The juniors have more respect for the seniors. Feng Ling, who came back from country H, used this attitude and said to Shen Huai: "There is something I don't understand in the play in the afternoon. I want to Please teach me."

Shen Huai looked up at him.

The hair on the right side of the ear is pinned behind the ear. When the head is raised, the ear and the neck form a clear and beautiful line, which makes the neck slender and the side face clear.

His ear clip is the snake-shaped ear clip that he custom-added when he played the murderer in the movie. The soft and fragile earlobe is entangled by a cold snake.

"Ah, Teacher Shen is in women's clothing in the afternoon. It takes a lot of time to make up. If you want to discuss the play, you have to hurry up and not play." The director said.

The actor had no choice but to sit back, dejected and very reluctant.

Shen Huai's gaze followed him for a few seconds before looking at Feng Ling who was squinting, "I'm done eating, shall we go to the dressing room?"

Feng Ling watched Shen Huai's gaze in his heart, kept silent, and just licked his upper teeth with the tip of his tongue.

It was still early and the makeup artist hadn't arrived.

After the door closed behind him, before Shen Huai could say what he had prepared, Feng Ling reached out and took off the ear clips on his ears.

After the ear clip was taken off, it was placed in Shen Huai's hand, but Feng Ling's hand did not move away.

He held Shen Huai's hand, only holding his fingers horizontally, and his thumb just pressed against Shen Huai's soft fingertips, which were able to find acupoints and feel his pulse.

Then, he lowered his head and covered Shen Huai's lower ear.

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Feng Ling: You're getting up.