Quick Transmigration: Don't be the hero of the show

The camera was a little far away, and the director said that they would start after they had chosen a subject for shooting.

As soon as he opened the photo album, Yan Mingxiu's face turned redder instantly.It turned out that in that photo album, there were not only ordinary photos of two people, but also large-scale photos of private houses.

Fu Yang, who was sitting next to him, naturally saw it too, and he smiled lightly, with an ambiguous tone: "I never thought that this studio also provides private shooting."

The staff looked at the production team over there, and asked suspiciously: "The two of you should... don't need this kind of thing."

"Of course not." Yan Mingxiu flipped through the photo album quickly. In order to hide his panic, he suggested: "The director asked us to take two sets of double photos, and each of us chooses a set of styles. I'll take this."

On the page is a set of shooting styles with the theme of plants and flowers, which looks very conservative and does not cross the line at all.

Fu Yang frowned, and pointed his bony fingers on another set of pictures in the back.

Ancient costumes, monarchs and ministers, light and shadow.The models in the photo album outlined the outline of a sense of fate, and Yan Mingxiu felt a little dazed for a moment, as if he was the courtier who knelt down in front of Fu Yang.

The styling was ready very quickly, and the air-conditioning in the room was sufficient, so even wearing thick ancient clothes, it didn't feel hot at all.

Fu Yang, who was dressed in a black and red robe, was standing at the door waiting for him. Yan Mingxiu couldn't see his face clearly because of the king's crown.

Suddenly, Fu Yang stretched out his hand to hold Yan Mingxiu's face, and gently wiped away the blush from the corner of his eyes with his fingertips: "Here, it's not done well."

Just a moment of contact, the youth's eyelashes like crow feathers trembled uncontrollably.

The photographer behind him wanted to slap himself twice. Who said they don't have a sense of CP, this is a perfect match, okay?

I took a few simple shots, but the director felt that there was not enough collision, and suggested changing a few more moves to try.

Fu Yang casually threw out a topic: "What about disobedient courtiers?"

Before Yan Mingxiu could react, a big hand grabbed his neck.He was forced to raise his head and meet Fu Yang's eyes.

The latter slightly closed his eyes, which were full of danger and hatred.His nose was high, casting a small shadow on his face.

The condescending sense of oppression struck again, but Yan Mingxiu didn't let him be at his mercy. A sarcasm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he met the king's gaze unscrupulously.

"Very good, that's it! Shoot more angles!"

Fu Yang's eyes darkened a bit, and he felt something burning in his blood vessels.

If he hadn't suppressed himself desperately, he probably couldn't help but want to lick that man's hot and humid mouth at this time, to get some sweet nutrients from it.

"OKOK! You can change your look again!"

Fu Yang reluctantly let go of his hand, and was somewhat greedy for the warmth of the person in his hand just now.

I saw Yan Mingxiu leaned over to pick up a long sword from the props, raised his chin a little arrogantly, and pointed the tip of the sword at Fu Yang: "How about this?"

"Not bad, but I think we can get closer." Fu Yang stretched out his hand to hold the tip of the sword, and changed the angle of the sword in a daze.And his other hand had unknowingly embraced Yan Mingxiu's slender waist.

The point of the sword still fell on the king's neck, and the strong hint of intent to kill the king made the photographer excited.

The director still didn't think it was enough, so he simply put another dagger in Fu Yang's hand.

Feeling the cold touch under his waist, Yan Mingxiu smiled as if he was in a play, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with the beauty of the next crime.He was already good-looking, but this time he was almost unsettlingly beautiful.

Fu Yang's eyes were completely darkened to the extreme, and he licked his lips without any scruples.

Such an overly obvious hint made Yan Mingxiu's body stiffen, and his momentum subconsciously weakened by three points.

It wasn't until he went to the stylist room to change the next set of looks that Yan Mingxiu still couldn't recover from the blushing and heartbeat just now.

I thought today's task would be complete if I ended this group of shooting, but Fu Yang spoke again, directly dispelling Yan Mingxiu's idea of ​​leaving get off work: "Director, I have a small suggestion. Simple plants and flowers are too monotonous, how about added to the bathroom scene."

The director's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed, and asked the staff to prepare the bathroom scene.

Yan Mingxiu looked at Fu Yang dissatisfied: "What the hell are you going to do?"

Fu Yang turned his head to look at him, and blinked ambiguously: "Wouldn't it be better to increase the ratings?"

Yan Mingxiu was speechless, to tell the truth, for Fu Yang's proposal, although he thought it was an increase in work on the surface, in fact he was secretly happy.

Because they had to re-set the scene, the two of them went straight to the lounge after finishing the styling.

Yan Mingxiu flipped through his phone boredly, but suddenly a new message popped up.

Fu Yang v: Today. @燕明修【Photo】

That picture was taken by the two of them half an hour ago, and for some reason, from this angle, it looks like Yan Mingxiu is being held in Fu Yang's arms.Zoom in a little more, as if you can still feel that person's hot breath spraying on his face.

He frowned and looked at the man sitting over there, his ears blushing silently: "It's not good to post on Weibo without telling the director team."

"What's the matter?" Fu Yang pulled out a nasty smile, "The director just wanted it."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Mingxiu received a notice from the director on WeChat, asking him to forward Fu Yang's Weibo as well.

After casually pressing fast forward, Yan Mingxiu was not in the mood to swipe his phone again.Fu Yang was expecting what he would say at first, but in the end he just retweeted four words on Weibo indifferently, so he was inevitably a little disappointed.

But after a while, he became excited as if he had discovered a new world.I couldn't wait to stand up and sit next to Yan Mingxiu, and shared my mobile phone screen with him: "Your fans are quite versatile?"

Yan Mingxiu took a few glances, suddenly realized something, and quickly stretched out his hand to close it: "Don't look at it, what's so interesting about it."

"Why can't I watch this?" Fu Yang moved his hand away quickly, and in the next second, he heard a strange sound coming from the phone.

Hidden under the ambiguous background music, a few vague and hoarse breath sounds can be vaguely heard.

Fu Yang was stunned for a moment, and was extremely astonished: "This is too talented, who are they, and can edit us like this."

After watching the CP clip, the man remembered something that he had ignored.

He squinted his eyes and opened his thin lips lightly: "Have you watched this video before?"

"No." Yan Mingxiu subconsciously vetoed, but blushing cannot be fooled.Even if he looked away, Fu Yang could still see his red ears.

"It turns out that you also kowtow on Yangming's CP..." Fu Yang joked, "Coincidentally, I kowtow on this pair too."