The pan male god pans behind Bai Yueguang's younger brother

Fu Mingyi's gaze was too blatant.

It was hard for Jiang Chen not to notice.

Feeling the coolness in Fu Mingyi's eyes, Jiang Chen was quite happy, and even had a good look at Zuo Ming. The most intuitive expression was that brushing off the claw on his shoulder was really a "wipe", not a "wipe". "Hit": "Brother Zuo, there's no paparazzi here, so there's no need to act intimate."

Zuo Ming twisted his fingertips, put his hands in his pockets, and followed Jiang Chen half a step behind, with a low smile: "Jiang Xiaochen, you have no heart."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and snorted, "My heart is fine!"

Zuo Ming took two quick steps, turned his head to look at Jiang Chen's side face, and asked half-truthfully, "If you dare to leave your spare tire here, you have no human rights, right?"

Jiang Chen asked back as a matter of course: "With the number plate of the spare tire, what human rights do you want?"

Zuo Ming smiled.

He touched Jiang Chen's arm with his elbow, and asked calmly, "Tell me the truth, did you know that he was here today?"

Of course I know, but I can't say it.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Chen squinted at Zuo Ming, deliberately pretending to be stupid: "Who?"

Zuo Ming snorted and said, "Jiang Xiaochen, it's boring for you to do this."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and said lazily, "I'm not a great immortal, I don't know how to pinch or count, thank you."

I knew it was useless to ask.

Zuo Ming helped Jiang Chen's back, and signaled Jiang Chen to turn left: "Director Huo has a notebook in his hand. It's a literary film. The script is good. If you perform well, you won't have any problem winning an award. You have to be interested, and I will remember it later. Give him a few more toasts and get to know him thoroughly."

He also heard about the script.

For a same-sex romance film, Huo Dapao intends to let Zuo Ming play one of the male leads.

The "Sword Immortal" crew's wave after wave of hype has already raised many famous CP fans. It is impossible for Jiang Chen to get along with Zuo Ming, but also a fucking couple.

This guy Zuo Ming has a bad heart.

Jiang Chen glanced at Zuo Ming out of the corner of his eye, and snorted, "Forget it, I'm not interested."

Zuo Ming shrugged.

Convincing Jiang Chen with a serious face: "Don't be overwhelmed, do you really want to be the leader of the Demon Cult for the rest of your life?"

In order to quickly become popular.

In recent years, the roles he has taken on are basically the same. It can be said that he is the leader of the Demon Cult.

In the hearts of the audience and the director, the screen image tends to solidify.

His face is too flamboyant, and it is really not easy to transform. The film that Huo Dapao is preparing to shoot is a rare opportunity.

No matter what Zuo Ming was thinking, this persuasion was really considered for him.

He can appreciate it, but no matter how much he wants to change, he can't act as a same-sex couple with Zuo Minger.

You know, he still wants to soak in Fu Mingyi!

Jiang Chen pushed the cigarette butt in his mouth into the trash can, and laughed: "What's wrong with the leader of the Demon Cult? Is it not enough sha? Or not enough Su?"

Got it!

This is persuasion and persuasion in vain.

Zuo Ming sighed with regret, and said expressionlessly: "Sa, Su, if you have the ability, you can play the role of the leader of the Demon Cult for the rest of your life."

Jiang Chen snorted.

He directly pushed open the door of Guanghan Courtyard, and walked in with long legs.

It's also a coincidence.

Guanghan Courtyard and Langhuan Courtyard are next to each other.

Fu Mingyi walked over slowly, and saw Jiang Chen and Zuo Ming talking and laughing from a long distance away, and they entered Guanghan Courtyard.

It's very unpleasant.

That brat really treats him like air?

In Langhuan Courtyard, friends and friends urged Fu Mingyi repeatedly.

Fu Mingyi finished smoking in the yard before entering the house, laughing and cursing: "Hurry up! Call me Huner!"

A group of cronies and friends poured three glasses of wine without saying a word.

Gu Ming, who had his own gossip radar, picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Fu Mingyi. With a meaningful expression on his face, he said slowly, "Brother Yi, this is your fault."

Fu Mingyi has never had a temper with Gu Ming.

What's more, this "poor little boy" has just been "sold" by his father to marry Sheng Shi'an, so he, the elder brother, indulges him even more.

Taking the wine glass casually, Fu Mingyi sat next to Gu Ming, and asked angrily and amusedly, "My ass hasn't touched the chair yet, why is it my fault?"

Gu Ming gave Fu Mingyi a second glass of wine, and teased with a smile: "Of course it's your fault. You almost lost your soul because of your size. You're still not happy when we call it back for you. Do you think it's your fault? Bar!"

Fu Mingyi pinched the wine glass, twitched his brows slightly, and denied it flatly: "What are you talking about? Brother is just smoking a cigarette outside."

"That's right! Brother Yi just stared at the little fresh meat next door and smoked a cigarette..." Gu Ming clinked glasses with Fu Mingyi, and whispered gossip, "Brother Yi, tell me the truth, is Tieshu going to Flowering?"

Iron tree blooming?

Fu Mingyi had a half-smile but not a smile: "That's right. Your farewell party is in full swing, so it's just that the cycads are blooming."

"Get out! You know what I'm asking!" Gu Ming kicked Fu Mingyi angrily, "Stop dragging me!"

Fu Ming wanted to smile: "I'm so busy with my career, I don't even have a female mosquito around me, where can I bloom?"

"Brother Yi, I advise you to stop talking nonsense! Others don't know, how can I not know what gender you like?" Gu Ming pointed at the next door with his wine glass, "Do you dare to say that you have no idea about the little fresh meat next door?"

idea?

That's too damn good!

Fu Mingyi drank the second cup of fine wine, and said calmly: "What are you talking about? I don't know who the next door is, so what can I think?"

Ha ha!

I just watch you pretend!

Gu Ming grabbed his phone, found Jiang Chen's picture, and held it up to Fu Mingyi: "You don't know, I know! The crew of "Sword Immortal" is celebrating their success next door, and he was the one you were staring at just now! Look at him!" Look at this face, this waist, this butt, these legs, don't they all look good on you?"

in the photo.

Jiang Chen was wearing a wig, a white T-shirt and black cropped trousers, with a flamboyant face, bending over to get into the car in a hurry.

Fu Mingyi stared at Jiang Chen's waist for a moment, then snorted, "Who is this?"

pretend you!

Gu Ming was also convinced: "Brother Yi, you specified that it belongs to the duck."

Fu Mingyi squinted at Gu Ming and scolded with a smile: "Get lost!"

Tonight is Gu Ming's game, bringing friends together and saying goodbye to the beautiful single life.

As the protagonist, it is impossible for Gu Ming to gossip with Fu Mingyi all the time. Seeing that Fu Mingyi's mouth was too hard, he threw Fu Mingyi aside and went to greet the "hunters and friends" who were about to move.

A group of young men of the right age get together to bid farewell to being single, that is, to eat, drink and have fun.

Fu Mingyi cared about the kid next door, so he didn't play much, but drank a lot of wine.

Not drunk, at most half drunk.

Coming out of the show and passing by the courtyard next door, Fu Mingyi twitched his brows slightly when he passed by the yard next door. His eyes were immediately stained with alcohol. On the Moon Gate of Guanghan Courtyard, a cigarette was lit.

Fu Mingyi refused to leave even though his friends were stubborn.

After a while, the main creative team of "Sword Immortal" came out after the show.

Fu Mingyi hid in the shadows with a cigarette in his mouth, his naked eyes fell on the little boy walking beside Huo Dapao, and he accurately grabbed the little boy's arm among the group of people who were obviously drunk, and pulled him away. into his arms, turned around with his arms around his waist, pushed the little boy against the wall full of roses, and gagged the little boy's mouth involuntarily.

This wave of "hooligans" played in one go.