I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

"Hurry up, a few people come here to re-set the scene."

Director Wen Song stood outside the venue with his hands behind his back directing the staff to adjust. He looked around the re-set scene and nodded with satisfaction, "Get ready to shoot."

"Director...director, the actors are not in place yet." The stage manager said nervously, "Do you need to call to remind me?"

"Get through to me." Wen Song frowned and said, "What time is it?"

The field manager entered the number hesitantly, and wanted to say something.

The moment the phone was connected.

Wen Song snatched the phone over, and said in a bad tone, "It's really his home that the film crew is at home, and he can come whenever he wants—"

"Um……"

The voice from the receiver was hoarse and lazy as if he had just woken up, "Who is there?"

Wen Song felt a shudder down his spine.

He pulled the phone away, quickly scanned the phone numbers on the screen, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"I'm disturbing Mr. Zhu's sleep." Wen Song said cautiously, "I'm Wen Song, the director of "After Met You"—"

Pei Huan frowned, pulled the quilt and muttered, "Zhu Yang...I really don't want it anymore..."

Wen Song was completely dumbfounded.

Zhu Yang calmly got out of bed, walked to the balcony with his mobile phone, and closed the French windows again, "What's the matter?"

"Here," Wen Song took a while to realize, "was it Xiao Pei who spoke just now?"

Zhu Yang said: "He sleeps here."

"Oh oh oh."

Zhu Yang sat down on the rattan chair on the balcony with his mobile phone, the cushions were warm, "You called just to talk about this?"

"Of course not. Do you remember that there seemed to be a scene at nine o'clock this morning?"

Zhu Yang glanced at the time, "It's 07:30 now." He added, "I don't have the habit of being late."

Zhu Yang hung up the phone and went back to the bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I saw the boy on the bed sleeping on his back, the tucked-in quilt was kicked to the corner, half of it fell on the carpet, the hem of the racerback was lifted up to the waist, and the bruise remained on the side of the waist that did not fade.

Zhu Yang sat on the edge of the bed.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his clothes down, "Get up."

Pei Huan frowned and waved his hand away, turned around and groped for something on the bed.

Zhu Yang bent down to pick up the quilt and handed it over.

Pei Huan took the quilt and rolled himself up tightly, only showing most of his face.

His eyelashes are very long, casting a light gray shadow under his eyes, the tip of his nose is light pink, and his lips are half-opened comfortably when he sleeps.

Zhu Yang stared at it for a while.

I just got up and went into the toilet. When I came out, my face was dripping with water, the cuffs of my pajamas were casually rolled up to my elbows, and I was holding a towel in my hand.

Pei Huan smelled a refreshing scent of sea salt and mint, and then rubbed something gentle and soft on his face back and forth.

"Um……"

He shrank back on a conditioned reflex, but was instantly restrained by his chin, and a deep voice sounded from above, "Are you awake?"

After struggling for a long time, Pei Huan opened one eye, the eyeballs were sore, and looked at Zhu Yang who had clear eyes, and pulled the quilt over his head with a muffled grunt, "Go away, I'm not awake."

Zhu Yang tugged on his quilt again, but was ignored.

"Pei Huan."

The other party remained indifferent.

Zhu Yang thought for a moment, then said softly, "Huan Zai?"

hiss.Pei Huan suddenly tightened his toes under the quilt, and the man's cold voice had the hoarseness of getting up, which was a sss-level enjoyment.

Pei Huan snorted, "Don't bother me, my body hurts."

The mattress lightened suddenly, followed by the sound of footsteps fading away.

Pei Huan originally thought that Zhu Yang would coax him, but he just left without saying a word. He quietly stuck out his head and took a sneak peek.

Nobody, really left.

Pei Huanteng jumped up, grabbed the innocent SpongeBob SquarePants and stared at the door full of resentment.

"Zhu Yang, you bastard!"

As soon as the words fell, he was caught off guard and slammed into a wide embrace with his back firmly, and the mint smell was clearly audible.

A voice came from overhead, "What?"

Pei Huan was still in shock, "You, didn't you go out just now...?"

He was about to glance back.

——"What did you just scold me for?"

Pei Huan barely stopped turning his head. He hugged the doll with a blank expression on his face, "Ah, did I say something just now?"

Zhu Yang rubbed his hair, "Where does it hurt?"

Pei Huan glanced at the medicine box in Zhu Yang's hand, and lowered his eyes guiltily, like a poor pup, "I'm fine."

"Just say it hurts." Zhu Yang opened the medicine box, "It's not ashamed."

"...my back hurts."

Zhu Yang hummed, took out a tube of ointment from the medicine box and squeezed a tube between his fingers, he raised his eyes, "Lie down."

Pei Huan grabbed the pillow and hesitated.

When the cold ointment touched his waist, Pei Huan gripped the pillow tightly, his body tensed.

Zhu Yang's palm lightly patted his waist, "Relax."

After the medicine is spread, it is hot and melted, and it is lightly or heavily kneaded around the waist.

When Pei Huan narrowed his eyes comfortably, a rapid ringtone interrupted him.

It's Wu Ge calling.

His refusal to answer the call will only result in double bombardment, and when Brother Wu answered it, he immediately covered his face and said, "Where's your kid? Stepping on the set, who did you learn from??"

Pei Huan: ...

He glanced weakly at Zhu Yang behind him, and said, "Now pass."

On the set, everyone looked at him and Zhu Yang with prying and concealed eyes.

Pei Huan sat down to put on makeup.

"Mr. Pei Huan's skin is really good." The makeup artist said, but his eyes were on Zhu Yang's body, and he was about to brush the setting powder on his face.

"Thank you." Pei Huan said, "But I think I should put on some makeup first."

The makeup artist came back to his senses, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He picked up the isolation box again and carefully adjusted the colors. After a long silence, he finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Mr. Pei Huan and Zhu Yingdi are familiar, right?"

Pei Huan closed his eyes and opened them quietly.

"I'm his fan," the makeup artist showed an embarrassed expression, "I want to ask him what type he likes."

Pei Huan opened his mouth to speak, but Brother Wu hurried over and stuffed a stack of scripts into his arms, "Don't waste time, just memorize the lines for a while."

"..." Pei Huan said, "I regret it."

Brother Wu: "?"

"Letting you continue to be an agent is the stupidest thing I have ever done." Pei Huan was beaten twice by Brother Wu, and obediently took the script and read it.

"Teacher Pei, let's try the scenery here."

Pei Huan put away the script, went through the lines again in his mind and stood up after confirming that they were correct, "Okay."

The makeup artist stopped him, "The question just now—"

"Don't think about it." Pei Huan looked at her quietly, and said lightly, "He likes my type."

"Teacher Pei?" the field manager said again.

"Here we come." Pei Huan walked past expressionlessly, walked into the camera and calmly listened to the director's lecture.

"This scene requires Jiang Tianqiang played by Pei Huan to kiss Chu Yu played by Best Actor Zhu." Wen Song coughed lightly, "The whole scene is a continuous long shot, is there any problem?"

That means the slightest mistake, and the whole game will start all over again.

"If there is no problem, come directly, and the scene will be cleared." Director Wen Song put on his headphones, "321action."

Pei Huan was stunned for a moment before he stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Yang by the collar.

"Ka." Wen Song said, "Don't be afraid of him."

The corner of Pei Huan's mouth twitched, it was easy to say, even if it was fake, people would be concerned about the kiss scene under the camera as if no one was watching.

It got stuck like this four or five times.

"Wait." Zhu Yang bent a little, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Pei Huan stared and pinned the person against the wall, only to hear a crisp click.

He squatted down with a contorted expression.

Everyone looked nervous, and he slowly stretched out a hand, "Continue shooting."

"Is it really okay? There is a doctor in the team, why don't you call over and get some medicine?" Wen Song was a little worried.

Pei Huan stood up without saying a word, staring at Zhu Yang.

The emotion is in place, the expression is in place.

Wen Song signaled with his eyes to play the board, held his breath, and saw that Pei Huan pushed Zhu Yang into a corner, stepping his feet slightly closer.

"hiss."

There was a little scarlet at the corner of Zhu Yang's mouth, but the other party ignored it and showed no intention of stopping.

Pei Huan's toes were sore, the person in front of him suddenly bent over, he was stunned for half a second, the initiative was handed over in an instant, Zhu Yang put his left hand on his waist, and responded leisurely.

"Card!"

Director Wen Song stood up in satisfaction, "It's great, there is no trace of performance at all..." He suddenly stopped talking, "That, it's stuck."

Pei Huan took half a step back.

"The waist still hurts?" Zhu Yang just stretched out his hand, and a tissue with a faint flower fragrance fell on the corner of his lips, and he froze slightly.

Pei Huan said with a straight face, "You should take care of yourself first."

There were bloodstains on the paper towel, Pei Huan stuffed the remaining half pack of paper towels to Zhu Yang, turned around and walked into the lounge, and slammed the door.

The incident stunned the onlookers.

Brother Wu came over, "This..."

Zhu Yang's expression was calm, he stared at the half pack of tissues in his hand without saying a word.

"I wish you the Best Actor, don't worry about that kid." Brother Wu had been away from Pei Huan for a while, and he was a little frightened, "I'll let him apologize to you."

"No need." Zhu Yang put the tissue in his pocket, "I'll go over there."

The moment Pei Huan closed the door, he grinned his teeth in pain, cursed Zhu Yang in a low voice before lying down on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door.

The moment the doorknob was turned, he jumped up quickly.

Pei Huan frowned, squinting at the bag in Zhu Yang's hand.

A faint sweet smell wafted over, and he was sure in almost a second - it was puffs!

He coughed lightly, "What are you doing here?"

Zhu Yang put the handbag on the table, "How's the waist?"

"I can't die." Pei Huan said angrily, "I'm wasting time here. Why don't you hurry up and ask the makeup artist for WeChat? Didn't you say that they are beautiful?"

Zhu Yang looked at him helplessly for a while, "Idiot."

Pei Huan said: "Rebound!"

"..." Zhu Yang walked over to rub his hair, "Think about who I'm saying this for."

"Unexpectedly, I'm not happy anyway." Pei Huan glanced at the table secretly, with a straight face, "Even if you give me puffs, I won't forgive you."

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