After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

Hang Yang clasped Hang Xiutu's shoulders with both hands, trying to sit up, but "followed the trend" and pressed his face against Hang Xiutu's beautiful shoulders and neck, and the two hugged each other almost intimately, Hang Yang felt his fingertips were a little numb , and an ever-accelerating heartbeat——

Lingering, ambiguous, fermenting in the silent place.

Suddenly, Hang Yang felt Hang Xiutu's chuckle, felt the vibration of his chest cavity and the ensuing deep resonance.

Hang Xiutu's hand caressed Hang Yang's side face, and his thumb lingered on the glistening thin lips repeatedly rubbing: "The heart beats very fast."

Hang Yang's face turned red, he bit his lower lip and lowered his head, his hands began to struggle silently, but in the eyes of Hang Xiutu, this movement was no different from a child's playfulness, he casually pressed Hang Yang into his arms , let his delicate and small head rest on his shoulder, and rubbed it lightly: "Don't move."

The pause switch was pressed for the whole portrait of Hang Yang, and his slender five fingers clasped Hang Xiutu's back, and the strength was instantly relieved, only the heaving chest and the fast heartbeat.

"Brother," he said in a very low voice after a while, "you smell like cigarettes."

Hang Xiutu touched Hang Yang's hand on top of his head for a while, and his embrace gradually loosened: "Sorry."

Who knows that Hang Yang followed closely and put his body on it, wrapped his two slender arms around Hang Xiutu's neck, leaned against his ear in Hang Xiutu's slightly shocked eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what happened?" ?"

Hang Xiutu paused for half a beat before speaking: "How to say?"

"I, I can't say it," Hang Yang buried his face in his shoulder, his voice was very soft, "it's just a feeling..."

Hang Xiutu patted him on the back lightly: "It's okay, I met a famous director and talked about a film appointment."

"Famous director?" Hang Yang sat up suddenly, his eyes widened, "Brother, are you going to join the group?"

Hang Xiutu's answer was very vague: "It's just a discussion stage, it hasn't been decided yet, and..."

His eyes froze on Hang Yang for a moment, and he quickly dismissed it lightly: "I'll talk about it later when I get the script."

Before Hang Yang continued to ask, Hang Xiutu stretched out his arm and tapped lightly on the back of the sofa behind Hang Yang, with a meaningful smile on his face: "Tell me about your hobbies during this time? "

Hang Yang didn't react for a while, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, flinched, and tentatively asked in a low voice: "Love, okay?"

Hang Xiutu tapped on the screen of Hang Yang's mobile phone with his fingertips: "Let's talk about it?"

Hang Yang instantly understood that he was referring to his knocking on cp!

His already rosy face looked as if someone had added a handful of dry wood, and it set a fire on fire. Hang Yang said, "I-I said it was accidental!"

Hang Xiutu turned his head to look at him, wondering if it was because of the alcohol, his every move was no longer as dignified and elegant as usual, but instead added a bit of flair, the hormones of a mature male almost exploded.Hang Yang tilted his head to stagger his gaze, and his eyes were evasive.

Hang Xiutu smiled and nodded: "Oh."

As soon as he dragged his half-patted "Oh", Hang Yang looked like a cat whose tail had been trampled on. His body half-kneeling on Hang Xiutu's knee straightened instantly. He pressed his hands on his brother's solid shoulders, grinning his teeth and bluffing: "You're going too far! You clearly promised to turn over this page!"

"Say yes?" Hang Xiutu raised his eyebrows, but didn't move, allowing Hang Yang to "act wildly" on himself.

Hang Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then thought again: his brother really didn't talk to him.

Hang Yang's mind was blank, he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say, the grievance in his heart accumulated more and more, the emotion in his eyes quickly turned from shame to grievance, and he was about to explode again——

Who would have thought that Hang Xiutu put his arms around the man's waist, hugged Hang Yang easily, and held him half in his arms to smooth his hair: "Okay, okay, brother, let me tell you now, turn over this page, and I won't make fun of you anymore, OK?"

Only then did Hang Yang slowly calm down, and he wrote Hang Xiutu, "violently" said: "If there is a next time, you can sign a copy and deposit it for mom to keep!"

Hang Xiutu was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't hold back, and laughed softly.

"Still laughing!" Hang Yang's eyes widened, "You're still laughing!"

Hang Xiutu hurriedly continued to smooth his hair. He put his arms around Hang Yang like a cat pretending to be a tiger: "It's okay if you don't laugh or laugh, it's a good idea."

Only then did Hang Yang nod contentedly, frowned, climbed off Hang Xiutu, and said good night to his brother obediently, and then went back to the room happily.

Hang Xiutu looked at his back, and the smile in his eyes became softer.

Uncle Li's footsteps sounded behind him, and the old man said with a cheerful smile, "Young master is so sweet."

Hang Xiutu gave a short "hmm" and stood up slowly while leaning on the back of the sofa. Uncle Li came up to him with great insight and helped him take off his coat.

"Second young master rarely drinks so much outside." Uncle Li followed Hang Xiutu towards the stairs.

Hang Xiutu replied casually: "It's just for entertainment."

Uncle Li's eyes suddenly became a little dark. He inspected the doors of the two young masters upstairs for a moment, hesitated a few times, and said before the door of Hang Xiutu's room was about to close: "Second young master."

Hang Xiutu stopped closing the door, and his eyes stopped on Uncle Li's face, beckoning him to speak.

Uncle Li seemed to have the same expression as usual: "After the young master's incident was exposed... the relationship between the two Xiang Xiaozhu masters seems to be closer than before."

But Hang Xiutu belongs to the performing arts group who is approaching the pinnacle, and he can be seen unnaturally at a glance. His eyes darken, and he has a sense of condescending oppression: "So? Isn't it good?"

Uncle Li was about to break out in a cold sweat, he quickly waved his hands: "No no no."

"Well," Hang Xiutu nodded, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Uncle Li smiled stiffly: "No, I won't disturb your rest."

The empty living room became quiet again. In this villa, it seemed that something was quietly changing and slipping in an uncontrollable direction.

Early the next morning, when Hang Yang left the room, he found that there were already two people sitting in the living room.

"Brother Lan!" Hang Yang greeted him with a smile, "Why are you here?"

Lan Xinrong also stood up, and was about to pass with a smile all over his face, when Hang Xiutu beside him coughed lightly.

Lan Xinrong: "..."

He rolled his eyes unrestrainedly, and said in a weird way: "Some people are hypocritical when they get old, and they can eat some inexplicable vinegar if they have nothing to do."

Hang Xiutu raised his head and glanced at him indifferently.

Lan Xinrong hesitated for a second, and looked at Hang Yang with a smile: "won't you say good morning to your dear brother?"

Hang Yang was shocked: "I see you every morning, is it necessary to do this?"

Hang Xiutu: "..."

Lan Xinrong: "~~~"

He forced his smile back into his stomach, patted the sofa next to him, and greeted affectionately: "Come on! Xiao Yang, come and sit here. I'll discuss something with your brother. It's related to you, let's go together."

Hang Yang was a little strange: "it's related to me?"

He was about to go towards Lan Xinrong, but he was "blocked" by a strong hand on the way. Hang Xiutu silently grabbed his wrist and pulled it into his arms, before he almost lost his balance and exclaimed Holding Hang Yang's waist firmly, he put the person beside him lightly, and then under the complicated eyes of the two, he nodded on the coffee table as if nothing had happened: "Xin Rong, continue."

Lan Xinrong coughed twice, trying to cover up, and pushed the white booklet rolled into a barrel beside him to Hang Yang: "Look."

Hang Yang's eyes lit up: "script?"

As he picked it up, he said with a smile: "I haven't seen the book I like after squatting at home for a long time. This time, Brother Lan delivered it to the door personally. It must be..."

Hang Yang's eyes fell on the two words behind the director: Gu Xun.

He froze for a moment, his fingertips trembling a little while pointing at these two words: "This, this, is this the Gu Xi I was thinking of?"

Lan Xinrong smiled inscrutablely: "Well, who else came up with such an uncommon name?"

Hang Yang's eyes widened, his eyes swayed back and forth between Hang Xiutu and Lan Xinrong, his pupils trembled wildly: "Then what are you discussing? Take it!"

It’s no wonder that Hang Yang reacted excitedly. Hang Xiutu has had direct and indirect cooperation with basically all first-line directors in China, such as Lu Qiu. With the resources within their scope, the cooperation between the two is completely equal, and to a certain extent, Hang Xiutu enjoys a higher initiative.

But Director Gu is different. This is a well-known international director who only makes movies and has won countless awards. He can sweep the box office around the world when he makes commercial movies, and he can use major film festivals as wholesale markets when he makes literary movies. The trophy—belongs to the "civil and military" all-rounder at the genius level.

It’s just that this big director has basically not made commercial films in recent years, and he is obsessed with small-scale productions of various niche themes. I'm not very satisfied with such a "not up and down" result.

It's just that director Gu Xun always likes to show the real life of the low-level life full of smoke and fire, and the actors selected are rarely outstanding in appearance. This time I'm looking for myself...

Lan Xinrong raised his hand to Hang Yang and waved: "Don't get excited, just take a look, look again, we are not in a hurry."

Hang Yang was full of confusion, and his eyes returned to the script in his hand. The movie was called "Monte Fontaine". He glanced at the character introduction and the outline of the story, and his expression suddenly became a little more solemn: "This, is it a homosexual theme, right? !"

He nodded: "No wonder you are so cautious—"

"No," Lan Xinrong waved his hands weakly, "He didn't want you."

Hang Yang: "?"

He sighed and gestured at the two brothers of the Hang family: "he wants you two, pack up."

Hang Yang: "!"

Hang Yang's brain fell into a short blank state.

In fact, when I first found out that this is a same-sex movie, Hang Yang was not surprised. The theme of literary and artistic movies is very normal, but I just found it a little difficult; but when he heard "he wants you two, pack it", Hang Yang really I was stunned to hear this—the two brothers who once acted in a same-sex love movie finally brought them a breakthrough artistic monument?Or unfounded speculation and gossip in the streets and alleys?

Hang Yang didn't dare to say, and didn't know, he just felt his brain "buzzing" violently.

Let's talk about the road show with Hang Xiu...in case the director asks to make a sex scene.

The tips of Hang Yang's ears began to turn red involuntarily, and he pretended to be nonchalant and turned his head away: "Then, what's the opinion of Brother Na and Brother Lan?"

Lan Xinrong showed a disillusioned smile, he turned his eyes to the silent Hang Xiutu, and said vicissitudes of life: "I don't have the right to speak about the scenes he wants to accept, I just need to clean up the leftover mess."

Hang Yang: "..."

Brother Blue!How did you treat the gold broker as such?Stand up!

He coughed lightly, and looked at Hang Xiutu uncomfortably: "Brother?"

As if woken up by Hang Yang's call, Hang Xiutu finally opened his half-closed light brown eyes and met his four eyes.

When Hang Xiutu deliberately restrained his emotions, no one could figure out his thoughts, and neither could Hang Yang. He hadn't seen Hang Xiutu look at himself with such a warm gaze for a long time, and he flinched for a while, and straightened up uncomfortably. He sat back, but Hang Xiutu grabbed his wrist again.

"Brother?" Hang Yang's black eyes that seemed to be thick ink were dizzy.

"If you say..." Hang Xiutu let go of his hand, but did not look away. He rested his chin, frowned, and seemed to think about a suitable wording, "Have a certain degree of intimate physical contact with me, you Would you resent it?"

Seeing that Hang Yang's eyes widened a little bit, and his fair face turned red a little bit like being stained with ink by a painter, Hang Xiutu hurriedly added: "Of course, the final presentation style will only be limited to hazy and beautiful effects. Don't worry about it. meeting place—”

"Brother, what are you talking about?!" Hang Yang shouted to him, his face getting redder and stuttering, "How, how could it be disgusting?"

A sentence from a cp fan popped out of Hang Yang's mind inappropriately:

[Please, that's Hang Xiutu! ]

"Oh?" There was a smile in Hang Xiutu's eyes, "Then tell me if you like this story or not?"

Hang Yang picked up the script, avoiding his sight and staring at the black and white words in his hand: "I have to read it again."

Hang Xiutu nodded: "Take your time, don't rush."

Uncle Li got a signal from Hang Xiutu, and shouted at Sister Zhang: "Hot up the breakfast and bring it up."

Therefore, Lan Xinrong had a delicious breakfast at Hang's house under the pretext of "waiting for Hang Yang's opinion".

After the meal, he exaggeratedly rubbed his stomach and said with emotion: "What the hell is life!"

Hang Xiutu glanced at him: "If you are not satisfied with the company canteen, you can prepare it at home."

Lan Xinrong looked back confidently: "You kid is still heartless as always, don't you know how busy I am?"

"It's not like you can't afford a nanny." Hang Xiutu took a sip of coffee.

Lan Xinrong sighed: "You don't understand the key point of the problem. You have a baby brother to accompany you every day. This house has the taste of 'home'. This is the most important thing, you know? It's just me, I wake up every day empty A whole room, work with eyes open and eyes closed, and if you invite me the chef of the state banquet, I don’t have the leisure to eat slowly!”

After saying that, he shook his head with a "tsk".

Hang Xiutu didn't answer, his eyes fell on Hang Yang, it was the tenderness that he didn't realize.

He was still reading the script, with a pair of dangling white paws holding the black whole-wheat bread, nibbling one after the other. It seemed that he was so fascinated that he even forgot to drink the banana milk that he always liked most.

In normal times, Hang Xiutu should have knocked on the table and said seriously, "Do whatever you want and eat well."

But he didn't interrupt today, he only called out to Sister Zhang softly: "Take the milk, wait for him to finish it before warming it up."

After an unknown period of time, when Hang Yang raised his head from the immersed story, he realized that his neck was a little sore. Just as he wanted to move his stiff cervical spine, a warm hand suddenly covered him and gently kneaded|kneaded the back of his neck , strength and technique are just right.

Hang Xiutu's voice came from behind: "Do you like it?"

Hang Yang nodded, and hugged the script into his arms, his voice was very soft, afraid of being exposed to a little choking in his voice when he spoke loudly: "I like it, I like it very much."

Hang Xiutu's hand stopped patting, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. He gently scratched Hang Yang's skin with his fingertips, which aroused a trembling itchiness. The crystal eyes met Hang Xiutu's, and when those eyes rolled around, they were so beautiful that it took one's breath away. Hang Xiutu understood Gu Dao's choice again—he was Aphrodite.

He recalled the conversation at last night's dinner for a moment. Gu Xi, who has always been taciturn, said a lot to him, most of which were sincere pleas. He also made it clear: "This "Monte Fontaine", I will wait for the two of you to nod before preparing for the others. If you don't accept it, I won't invite others; if one of you doesn't accept it, it's the same."

Gu Xi lightly exhaled a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes, he didn't talk much, but every time he made a statement, he was firm and forceful: "I'm not in a hurry, you take your time to think about it."

Hang Xiutu smiled lightly: "That's good."

Lan Xinrong clasped his hands together at the side, and nodded, "Okay, I understand! Don't worry, I'll take care of things outside the play, you two, let's work on art."

He sighed again old-fashionedly: "My old man has to worry about you again, tsk tsk tsk."

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