I'm not a canary of a boss【Entertainment】

Qin Huai couldn't see how noisy the barrage was at the moment, and even if he saw it, he wouldn't care too much.

The only thing he was worried about was that this was a normal plot, and the target should be Duan Yunrong.The scene between the protagonists is naturally... sparks colliding, not to mention, this is an intimate scene in a certain sense.

He is used to acting, but he is not used to changing the object of bewitching to someone who is by his side day and night.

"Can this episode... be broadcast?" Qin Huai closed his eyes, suddenly thought of the key to the problem, and questioned the camera in Xiang Xiran's direction.The few clips that are being auditioned now may not necessarily appear in the official shooting, so when choosing, Xiang Xiran did not consider the issue of "scale".

"You can rest assured that the live broadcast room will not be blocked."

After the fluttering sentence, the other party pretended to be busy and cut off the connection. Xiang Xiran was afraid that he would not see this good show, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb again.

[Ah Huai is relieved to play, and the accident leads to the opposite.That said, didn't anyone notice the script?I've been blushing until now, and I suddenly understand why he didn't let Duan Chen move... In this case, unless Duan Chen is not a man, something will happen! ]

[I am silly.This is the uncut version of the plot, do I deserve it?But to be honest, this point is not easy to grasp, it is easy to act as a low-quality romantic drama, so look forward to it! ]

Xiang Xiran seemed to be paying attention to the barrage, he pulled the barrage without giving Qin Huai time to repent.

When the curtain rises and the curtain falls, it is like knocking the gong to start the show.

He believed that his vision of seeing people would never make a mistake - as long as the scene kicked off, no matter what the reason was, Qin Huai would seriously perform it to the end.

Qin Huai and Ji Chuzhi have similarities.

The waist round bronze mirror supported on the table reflected a dark light, like rusted coins folded out, it looked dark, and the room seemed narrower and narrower.

He didn't put on a photoshoot today, so he was really tired.The eyebrows, which were so beautiful that they seemed unreal, were not covered by the powder, and the long and narrow eye tails were raised like hooks, filled with a soul-stirring magnificence.

Duan Yunrong felt that if he was a book, then he might have never understood him in the past half a year or so.From the beginning to the end, Ji Chuzhi seemed to be hidden behind the clouds and mist, so distant that even the shadow seemed to be vain.

I don't even know anything about this person's past and purpose.

You obviously have so many doubts in your heart, but you still didn't push him away, did you?

Those brows and eyes once held a fatal madness, and also contained a cold rejection, but tonight's electric light seemed to be low on electricity, he was traced by the light orange light and shadow, and on the contrary, he lost a little of his usual moodiness.

Duan Yunrong just felt insane.

Is it the lust that is dizzy by the illusion, or the heartbeat that cannot be restrained for a moment?

"No one has ever stayed by my side for such a long time." Ji Chuzhi ignored him, the corners of his brows and eyes showed alienation, like a branch of a crabapple submerged in cold water, holding the delicate white bead with his fingertips , twiddling it back and forth between your fingertips, "You are not only the one who stayed the longest, but also the one who knows the most."

Those pasts, those unbearable things, and those various strategies and plans of his are like flowers blooming, and they are revealed to the world little by little.

[Are you going to kill me? ]

On the table were loaded guns, one of which had only been used this evening, and both of them knew it.It was lying in the middle of the table at the moment, but no one moved it.

It would have been easy to kill him.

But since then, there have been fewer people who listen to his opera.No matter how the song is sung, or whether it is wind, frost, rain or snow, Duan Yunrong will arrive before the end of the play and listen carefully to the end of the play, even if he doesn't understand it.

Ji Chuzhi suddenly smiled: "Why are you here today?"

He really shouldn't have come.At least not at this time.The meandering blood flowed like an ugly stream into the dark, caked earth, under the well-growing sycamore tree in the backyard—the place where all evil breeds.

[I'm afraid you are in danger.Do you believe it or not? ]

The cold feeling froze from the skin, and immediately spread to the limbs, and the body was so shocked that it was crisp.But it wasn't the gun that was put aside, Ji Chuzhi turned around and got very close.

He seemed to be observing a novel and interesting object, the tails of his slender eyes raised some arcs, and he indulged the waves in the dark.Close to the ear, the warm breath came out, as if the breath fell to the tip of the heart, itchy.

Duan Chen shouldn't have moved.

However, the heat in his ears and the feeling that the other party's eyelashes almost touched his face were too real, making his heart skip a beat.

He turned his head subconsciously, just in time to feel a cool and soft touch on his cheek.

The ten fingers hang down like washed and peeled scallions, so bright, Qin Huai exerted a little force, and pulled the top button of his clothes.

Fortunately, did not pull.

His heart was also beating extremely fast, and he just felt that with this posture, Duan Chen would soon be able to pick him up, sit on his lap, and kiss him all the time.

too close.So close that every bit of change in him can completely fall into Duan Chen's eyes.The teasing is close at hand, vaguely absent, vaguely present, wondering if he can bear it?

Don't look at him.

But...the two are still playing each other, how can they not watch it?

No matter how fast his heart was beating, his eyes still showed an invisible obsequiousness, as if they were thrown into a sticky honey jar and then pulled straight out, pulling long and thin threads.

It is honey, and it is also a deadly knife, stab it straight in, so don't think about it again.

If there are props for a formal performance on the table now, Qin Huai will use them without hesitation.But obviously more presentations need to be done with the help of the body.

Don't need a kiss.

He stretched out his hand to clasp the opponent's neck, and in this vain posture, he completed the transition from one touch to the quick release.If viewed from a side angle, it would appear that the two exchanged a jerky kiss.

There was still a bit of hostility in his eyes, the coldness quickly faded, Qin Huai bent his knuckles, and pushed something brighter into his sleeve.

"If you still want to do something now, just do it." He estimated that the other party's neck should only be numb for a moment, then he retreated casually, looked at it with one hand, and sneered, "I won't allowed."

The camera just zoomed in and cut to the charm in his eyes.It is obviously almost cold, but it seems to be romantic and implicit, there is no unequivocal paragraph, and there is no place where there is no emotion that is proclaimed.

He is like a bouquet of flowing flower juice, the juice is squeezed out slowly, it is very bright, and it is extraordinarily bewitching.