Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

"Is this the legendary Lucifer and Michael himself?!" The other staff members stared at Wen Yang and Song Nian intently.

Especially Wen Yang, when his brown eyes lightly glanced over, it gave people a strong feeling.

That is the gaze of God.

Wen Li covered his mouth and left, tears streaming down his face when he went to the toilet.

Like, so similar.

Wen Yang's indifferent eyes just now resembled that person very much.

She stood in front of the sink, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her hands under the water. Her eyes were flushed, and the expressions in her eyes were constantly changing.

Fear, guilt, grievance, all kinds of emotions came to my mind.

She grasped the skirt of her chest tightly, and the back of her fair hand was bulging with blue veins due to the force.

No, she can't recognize Yang Yang, she can't harm him!

After sorting out her emotions, she turned off the tap, took a deep breath, and looked in the mirror to see that she had a normal expression before going out of the bathroom.

Lucifer is synonymous with pride, so Wen Yang lifted his chin slightly, and there was the indifference and arrogance of a god in those eyes.

Song Nian walked with him, because of the makeup, there was a strong contrast effect, and he was slightly shorter than Wen Yang.

When he came out, he didn't notice the robe mopping the floor under his feet, and he fell on Wen Yang.

Wen Yang hugged him behind him, and Cheng Song took a picture of the two looking at each other.

"Aw—" Keke screamed on the field, and the eyes of the others were focused on her.

The aunt's smile on her face froze at the corner of her mouth, and she waved her hand embarrassingly, and she smiled dryly.

Although it was a bit awkward, it couldn't stop her inner turmoil at this moment.

Yang Zai hugged Song Nian's waist just now!

I'm sorry Mr. Fu, please allow her to kowtow for a while to "send warmth".

"Be careful." Wen Yang looked at Song Nian, raised his eyebrows slightly and said.

Song Nian blushed, he didn't know if it was because he was ashamed that he could still fall after walking such a long distance, or because of Wen Yang's gentle eyes when he looked over.

"You're meddling in your own business." He pushed Wen Yang aside and stood aside, tilting his head to look elsewhere, but he seemed to have a deer in his heart.

Hey, hey, hey.

It was the sound of deer bumping.

Song Nian never dreamed that he would blush because of a man.

Wen Yang chuckled, he thought Song Nian's temper was like an awkward child, very cute.

What Cheng Song envisioned was the scene of two angels embracing each other in the air, reflecting the idea of ​​two-way protection.

"Do you want to hang on to Wia?" Song Nian almost couldn't hold back his expression after hearing his description.

Cheng Song nodded: "Is there any problem?"

"No." He shook his head, but his face was even paler. He looked towards the staff who was testing Wia, and his lips trembled.

Wen Yang tied up Wia first, and the characters he played in his previous life often had fight scenes, so it was common for him to hang on to Wia.

He looked at Song Nian beside him with a playful smile in his eyes: "Are you afraid?"

"Oh, how is it possible." Song Nian pursed his lips and argued.

Wen Yang hugged him and whispered in his ear: "If your legs don't shake, it will be more persuasive."

Cheng Song has always insisted on his own opinion. If they don't follow the route he set, it will only make him disliked.

It is also unrealistic for such a stubborn man to change his mind.

"Hold me tight later, relax your body, don't look at the ground, just look at me." Wen Yang's hands naturally wrapped around his waist.

The two are now facing each other. He supported Song Nian's waist with both hands. Seeing that Song Nian's body was still stiff, his hands tightened a little.

"Are you ready?" Cheng Song asked.

Wen Yang nodded: "Okay."

"Okay, okay." Song Nian swallowed, he looked directly at Wen Yang, seeing the encouragement in Wen Yang's eyes, he felt a little more at ease.

Cheng Song gestured to the staff operating Wia, indicating that it was time to start, and then raised the camera to find the best angle.

The whole person was lifted up, and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly hit, causing Song Nian's already tense hands and feet to entangle Wen Yang like an octopus.

Fortunately, there are no props for the wings, but they are planned to be added later, otherwise the wings of both of them will be smashed at this moment.

"What's going on?!" Cheng Song shouted loudly.

At this moment, both Wen Yang and Song Nian were suspended in the air, and Song Nian was curled up in his arms. This posture was not really beautiful, but rather like a son pulling his father.

"Have you ever tried filming?" Wen Yang first raised his hand to signal not to put the two of them down, and then deliberately talked to Song Nian to let him relax slowly.

His attention was diverted, and his brain no longer secreted fear, so his heart could stabilize.

Song Nian still pawed at him like a koala, and tried to look down to the ground, the suffocation made his facial muscles tremble.

"There is a substitute." He didn't hide it either.

As long as he encounters this kind of scene, he never does it himself, because he still can't overcome the psychological barrier.

Fear of heights is not so easy to overcome.

"Song Nian, who is not afraid of anything, is actually afraid of this. If fans know about it, will they think that their idol is a coward?" Wen Yang blinked.

Song Nian's body weight was now almost on him, because the two of them were suspended in mid-air, so he felt like he was falling.

Knowing that he was using aggressive tactics, Song Nian refused to admit defeat: "I'm not a coward!"

He tried to loosen the legs wrapped around Wen Yang's waist, but his hands were tightly grasping his arms and he dared not let go.

"Take your time, don't worry." Seeing that he could barely pass the psychological barrier, Wen Yang also tried to guide him with a gentle voice.

Song Nian's voice was like a spring breeze, like the Sanskrit sound coming from the sky, Song Nian's tense and dry voice suddenly felt much better.

He bent his legs slightly, put his hands on the golden bracelet on Wen Yang's arm, and looked up at Wen Yang.

Under Cheng Song's signal, Wen Yang's height went up a bit, he held Song Nian's waist, looked down at him, his eyes were full of tenderness like spring rain.

In the legend, Michael is Lucifer's younger brother, so Wen Yang felt that the way an older brother looked at his younger brother should be gentle.

But Yuba's understanding is of course not the case. Represented by Ke Ke, she couldn't help screaming with her face in her hands.

There is only one thought in my mind, and that is to hope that they will kiss hard now, immediately, immediately!

"Look into my eyes." Wen Yang said to Song Nian.

Song Nian looked directly at him, raised his head slightly, and seeing the doting in Wen Yang's eyes, Song Nian's heart suddenly lost frequency, and he had no time to think about whether he was afraid of heights.

The current posture of the two is that one is going up and the other is going down, rushing in both directions in the name of protection.

"Kakkaka..."

Cheng Song excitedly took several photos in succession.

He made Wen Yang hug Song Nian again, and stood barefoot on the ground covered with roses.

The two looked at the camera at the same time, Wen Yang's eyes no longer had the tenderness just now, but a superior indifference.

But Song Nian still looked weak, he was thinking about how Wen Yang's strength was so strong, so he naturally showed a bit of confusion in his eyes.