provoke [entertainment]

The crew accidentally announced in the early morning, after posting the "basic love" promotional blog between Zhuang Yisheng and Xi Muyu, they posted a new Weibo in the morning, saying that due to schedule conflicts, Zhang Juxin quit the crew after friendly negotiation.

Zhang Juxin's fans were still watching Zhuang Yisheng's joke yesterday: they speculated that he hugged Xi Muyu's thigh, waiting for him to be slapped in the face.

As a result, the propagandist found out that "the clown is actually myself" as soon as the Weibo of the propagandist was published.

After reading the latest Weibo of the movie's official Weibo account, fans couldn't help asking what happened in Chaohua, anxious like ants in a hot pot.

In the end, they only heard some vague information from professional fans: they offended someone and were kicked out by the crew.

It was Chen Jieke who deliberately made people let out the wind in his anger.

This group of people has always regarded Zhuang Yisheng as their opponent, and they also know that Zhuang Yisheng and Zhang Juxin are at odds, so they conclude that it is Zhuang Yisheng who offended, and they all go to Zhuang Yisheng's super talk and topic square.

Fans of both sides started a vigorous scolding battle.

The wind and rain on the Internet did not affect Zhuang Yisheng at all. He had just changed his clothes and took his mobile phone out of his pocket to put it in his trouser pocket. During a media visit, he and Xi Muyu were interviewed together.

"Here's the list of questions and answers. Sister Man wants you to memorize them so there won't be any more trouble."

Zhuang Yisheng nodded: "OK."

Xiao Wang looked at Zhuang Yisheng hesitated to speak, Zhuang Yisheng glanced at him through the mirror while scratching his hair, "What do you want to say? Let it go."

Xiao Wang tentatively asked, "Nothing happened last night, right?"

Zhuang Yisheng turned his head, "You two old men, what do you want to happen?"

Xiao Wang was under great pressure, "No, just ask. Don't you hate Teacher Xi? You're drunk again, in case you slipped your mouth..."

Zhuang Yisheng put the hand cream on his hands, and said angrily: "Who do you look down on? If I get drunk, I will collapse, and this is all my acting skills?"

Xiao Wang said dryly: "That's good, that's good."

Then, he said, "Why don't you ask me today whether you are handsome or Mr. Xi?"

Zhuang Yisheng said: "Don't ask, there's no need."

Xiao Wang just watched a joke about the Red Chamber on the Internet some time ago, so he packed up Zhuang Yisheng's things and followed him, speaking in an amateurish and contrived manner, "When did Meng Guang take over Liang Hong's case?"

Zhuang Yisheng picked up his phone from the sofa, changed his shoes and went out, "You..."

He paused, "Study hard to speak human language."

Xiao Wang: "..."

All right, what you say is what you say, and if you don't compete, it is the gospel of our CP fans.

Since Zhuang Yisheng no longer wanted to provoke Xi Muyu and Xi Muyu to sing against each other, he went into the lounge as soon as he arrived at the set, and then turned on the electric stove and collapsed on the recliner with his eyes closed, waiting for the makeup artist to come to make up and style him.

I was so confused, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't remember why for a while.

After a while, the staff from the makeup team didn't come, but a person who made Zhuang Yisheng ashamed all morning pushed open the door and leaned with arms folded.

Zhuang Yisheng felt the change in the light, and quickly opened his eyes. Seeing that Xi Muyu subconsciously wanted to avoid it, he still greeted him with a smile, "Good morning, Teacher Xi. Would you like to come in and have a seat?"

Xi Muyu raised his eyebrows, "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Yisheng sat up and wanted to give up the recliner.

Xi Muyu walked towards him.

In this cold weather, he didn't wear a jacket either, just a thin gray V-neck sweater with two sections of collarbone exposed and a pair of light brown trousers, which made him look slender and elegant.

He wore a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a thin silver-white metal chain hung from both sides. The whole person reflected the dim winter scene, like a bright and special color.

The appearance is gentle, but there seems to be a slutty sexy in the bones.

As soon as Zhuang Yisheng's butt got off the reclining chair, he raised his hand and held his shoulder to press it back, "No need."

Immediately, the hand slid down, the palm pressed against his chest, and he was pushed down on the reclining chair amidst the out-of-order "bang bang" beating of his heart.

Then, the sound of a belt buckle, and then a zipper.

Clothes are piled cluttered at the foot of the chair, a sign of the eagerness of those who threw them.

The glasses on the bridge of Xi Muyu's nose were still on, and the winter sun shone in through the moon window, casting a layer of glamorous light on the beautiful bodies of the two of them.

Yesterday's weather forecast also said that today's temperature will drop sharply, but they don't feel cold, like two fires going to burn together.

The chair creaked, as if it had been crushed by the unbearable weight of its life.

Zhuang Yisheng's eyes were foggy, he supported Xi Muyu's shoulders with his hands, and should have pushed him away, but looking at the corners of his crimson eyes, he said, "The doors and windows are open, what should I do if someone sees me? "

Xi Muyu pulled his lips into a smile, "Then let them watch."

"I……"

There was another "creaking" sound, and the fragile recliner was about to collapse.

In the end, the sound was drowned in a kiss.

The soft touch came from between the lips and teeth, Zhuang Yisheng frowned, and suddenly opened his eyes, but it was the actor cat invited by the crew.

The little cat squinted its round eyes, raised its fluffy ears, and licked its lips contentedly.

This scene happened to be seen by Xi Muyu who came to look for Zhuang Yisheng.

With a cold face, he squeezed the back of the cat's neck and lifted it away, put it on the ground, and confronted the cat looking up at him, "Get out."

"Meow~" The cat licked its paws, jumped up with its lithe and cunning body, and jumped onto the window sill to curl up in the sun and bask in the sun.

After Zhuang Yisheng cleared his mind, he kept drinking water and rinsing his mouth. Xi Muyu lost his temper at the door and asked why the props team didn't take care of the cat.

The cat was sleeping on the window sill at the moment, wagging its tail, looking very comfortable.

Zhuang Yisheng wiped his mouth with a tissue, walked to the door, held Xi Muyu's wrist, "Don't be angry."

Xi Muyu was so angry——

He didn't even kiss him yet, so he let a cat kiss him?

Is this reasonable?

However, he looked down at Zhuang Yisheng's lips that were extraordinarily rosy due to excessive wiping, but he couldn't say this, but he had some inexplicable thoughts.

He frowned, gave a faint "hmm", and said, "Forget it."

Zhuang Yisheng heaved a sigh of relief, remembering the dream he just had, it was almost...

It's just fucking too much!

There was an inexplicable ambiguity in this atmosphere in an instant.

Zhuang Yisheng coughed lightly and asked, "Mr. Xi, do you have anything to do with me?"

Xi Muyu lit up the lighter and smoked a cigarette, "I can't find you if I have nothing to do?"

Zhuang Yisheng has ghosts in his heart, but on the surface he is still conscientious in maintaining the fan persona, "Yes, it must be possible."

"That's it."

He bowed his head and exhaled a smoke ring, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his chin had a faint green stubble. He looked, unexpectedly, unexpectedly sexy.

Zhuang Yisheng swallowed, and was about to distance himself when Xi Muyu asked, "Is my phone useful? When will I return it?"

Zhuang Yisheng blushed instantly, "What, what?"

Xi Muyu put the cigarette in his mouth and freed his hands. At the same time, he groped into Zhuang Yisheng's trouser pocket one by one, and actually took out a mobile phone. Zhuang Yisheng remembered that he put it in his trouser pocket with his own hands!

He said something didn't feel right.

His own mobile phone was lying quietly on the dressing table at the moment.

Zhuang Yisheng: "..."

Zhuang Yisheng: "It must have been taken by mistake in the morning."

Xi Muyu smiled, lowered his head to unlock it, and said while smoking a cigarette, "I understand, fan psychology. Come on, little brother, take a photo."

Xi Muyu's slender white hands wrapped around his shoulders.

"Kakaka-"

He lowered his hair and posted a Weibo, "Remember to comment and like me, understand?"

Zhuang Yisheng nodded.

He stuffed the cigarette holder of his unsmoked cigarette into Zhuang Yisheng's mouth, "Let's go."

After speaking, he put one hand in his pocket and the other hand, and walked towards his own studio.

Zhuang Yisheng stood where he was and smoked the remaining half of the cigarette before he realized what happened. His heart was beating "thump-thump-thump" in his chest, as if he was about to lose control.

He raised his hand and pressed the position on his chest, his originally cold and pale face was burned rosy by the winter morning glow.

Back at the makeup table, Zhuang Yisheng picked up his mobile phone and clicked on Weibo, saw the prompt of special attention, clicked in, it was a post just posted by Xi Muyu.

Xi Muyu V: My Little Tail Li Yangchun@庄易盛V[图]

In a photo that has not been filtered or modified, the two people's appearances are supported, and they seem to be very close. Not only did Xi Muyu put his arms around his shoulders, but his chin almost rested on his forehead. Xi Muyu is a few centimeters shorter and just over 1.8 meters tall. He looks a little like a small bird.

It's just... poisonous.

Outrageous!

Zhuang Yisheng's cheeks were hot, thinking that he was a mature actor, and in line with the purpose of not letting the actor of the other actor play a one-man show, he honestly clicked, liked, reposted, and commented.

Zhuang Yisheng V: I yearn for the rivers and lakes, because there are geese flying south in the rivers and lakes//@希木瑜V: My Li Yangchun @庄易盛[图]

After sending it out, he read it carefully twice and felt his teeth hurt. Out of the habit of making pippi shrimp in front of Xi Muyu in order to provoke Xi Muyu, he bit his cigarette butt, typed with both hands, and replied under the other party's Weibo.

Zhuang Yisheng V: Brother Xi, Fanfan, Hungry￣へ￣

Xi Muyu V: Not full?

Eat melons.

[Sure enough, it's a movie promotion]

[Bai Te is so excited, the current publicity is really headline party, mess around]

[It seems that he is a partner with a good relationship, slipped away]

[The feelings of artists are really full of the cold marketing taste of capitalists]

……

#木流生命#CP Chaohua.

Have you hit it today: Why do I feel a little bit lustful for no reason?

Xiao Wang, who was fishing, replied boldly, saying: let your imagination fly, and write with humanities

At the same time, Xiao Wang himself is actively producing.

Drug-addicted chicken: fan literature, fictionalized based on recent gossip news.

After the crew's dinner, the drunk Zhuang Fei pestered Xi and wanted to go back to the hotel with Xi.

The people around did not dare to show their anger, and Zhuang's assistant was frightened to death, trying to persuade him not to make trouble for no reason.

Xi: It's okay, you go, I will take him.

After arriving at the hotel, Zhuang Fei wanted to enter his room, but the assistant was shocked: Brother, we can't do this!The tiger's butt can't be touched!

Zhuang didn't speak, but the body language that clung to Xi made his attitude very obvious: I just want to touch

Everyone was afraid that Xi Damao would slap him to death with his paw in anger.

Xi Damao also showed his attitude by taking Zhuang back to his room: give him a touch.One stroke is not enough, just two strokes, two strokes are not enough, there can be many strokes!

In the next few days, director Hu's inspiration is quite abundant, and Zhuang Yisheng's condition is also very good. He vividly interprets the yearning for Yan Nanfei and the rivers and lakes he represents, a son of an official who has not been deeply involved in the world, but is elegant and bookish. The rapid progress of filming made Lao Xue and Lao Huai feel relieved.

After about a week, the crew finally decided to end filming on this scene and move on to the next scene.

Perhaps it was because the dream in the rest room that day was too menglang and too outrageous. When not filming, Zhuang Yisheng avoided Xi Muyu and minimized his contact with him.Even the three meals a day are bought by Honghong running errands and cooking in the lounge.

On the day of leaving Fengcheng Film and Television Base, the crew was busy up and down.

While the assistant was carrying the luggage, Zhuang Yisheng was standing on the side of the street smoking a cigarette. Seeing Xi Muyu approaching, he hid in a shop next to him that sold old costumes and props worn by actors.

The clerk is a young woman.

She has been in this film and television city for several years, and the moment when she was excited when she saw a celebrity was long past. When she saw Zhuang Yisheng's face clearly, she realized that he was not much handsomer than on the small screen, so she couldn't help but blush. He took out his precious notebook and asked politely, "Can you sign it for me?"

Zhuang Yisheng took the exquisite notebook and juice pen, and asked, "Do you want to sign it?"

The young girl's eyes lit up, and her voice was slightly excited, "Is it okay?"

Zhuang Yisheng has always been patient with fans or friendly passers-by, "Yes."

The girl then told Zhuang Yisheng about the contents of To's signature.

When Xi Muyu arrived, what he saw was the girl shyly taking the notebook and pen, chatting and laughing with Zhuang Yisheng.

He didn't go in either, so he stood next to the electric pole, with his back to the storefront, leaning against the electric pole to smoke as if he didn't see where Zhuang Yisheng was.

Zhuang Yisheng strolled casually in the store, and seeing Xi Muyu with his back turned to him looking at the light sign across the street, he couldn't help feeling a bit lucky, so he pretended to be calm and casually walked across the sidewalk behind Xi Muyu.

Standing far away, walking very lightly, with hands in pockets among pedestrians, not daring to make a sound, repeating "he can't see me" in his heart, and when he was about to reach his nanny's car, his arm was suddenly pulled.

He smelled the cold plum fragrance again.

Xi Muyu bit his cigarette butt, pulled him to the side of the road, looked down at him: "Avoid me?"

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Big Fish: My wife must be hiding from me because she is shy.No other explanations accepted, groan.