Zhang Dengjie Cai

Zhang Anran, who didn't want to get up, didn't take a nap after all, and had to get up. The studio staff and the film crew, who he had almost forgotten, finally got through the phone, and they bombarded him in turn. After explaining all the communication matters, it was already lunch time, the property management of the community called, someone came to deliver food, and the word "Qi" was noted on the food delivery list, Zhang Anran grabbed a handful of hair, and replied: "Let him in .”

The takeaway brought four dishes and one soup, which were delicious in color, flavor and taste, and the portion was not too much. Zhang Anran ate it and there was nothing left, and he was very satisfied.He lay on a recliner near the balcony, read the script for two hours, then put down the script and immersed himself in the plot, carefully trying to figure out the character traits of the characters.

When he was studying, he did not major in serious film and television majors, but the school is close to the Imperial City Film and Television Academy, so he took some courses there through the school alliance, and learned some of the more important courses. After entering the industry, in addition to the director's training, He also invited five or six additional teachers for him. His own acting skills are aura, coupled with the meticulous sculpting of famous teachers, the distance has been further widened, and he has become the first male star among his peers to win the Best Actor. It can be said that it is expected Reasonable.

Acting skills can be roughly divided into two types: expressive acting and experiential acting. Each has its own advantages. Zhang Anran has dabbled in both methods. He doesn’t like experiential acting very much, but sometimes he has to immerse himself in it. At this time, He can't get out alone, he needs someone to help him - in most cases, Qi Ping is this person.

The sky was getting dark, so Zhang Anran turned on the TV in the living room, and stuffed a record of himself in the Blu-ray player. It was the concert video for the ninth anniversary of his debut. The shooting effect was very good, but of course, it also cost a lot of money.

He sat on the sofa, glanced at the clock, grabbed an apple, and peeled it to his own music.He peeled very slowly, but the thickness of the apple skin was very thin. If someone looked carefully, he would find that the thickness of the entire hanging peel remained surprisingly consistent except for the very first section. When Apple was waiting, there was a slight sound at the door.

"Squeak-"

The door opened and the clock struck the number six, on time as always.

Qi Ping's breathing was a little heavy. The afternoon negotiation was more troublesome than expected. He spent more time than expected and had to drive back at high speed on the road. He even ran into the elevator after stopping the car. After he caught up, and was not late.

He was a harsh man, especially with himself.

Zhang Anran used a knife to clean up the two small pieces of peel on the top and bottom of the apple, and then cut it in half very precisely. Without turning his head, he asked, "Do you want to eat apples?"

"Eat, what do you want to eat tonight?" Qi Ping took off his coat and hung it behind the door. He didn't find his slippers on the shoe rack, his face remained unchanged, and he dug out a new pair of slippers and put them on.

"Eat you." Zhang Anran said casually, he became vicious at this moment, kind of tricky to play with people's hearts.

"Thank you," Qi Ping tried his best to make his joy less obvious, but obviously he couldn't control it well. His fingertips were trembling, and every cell in his body was clamoring to be with Zhang Anran, "So you want to eat What?"

Zhang Anran took a bite of the apple, as if he was thinking seriously, and after dozens of seconds, he replied: "Shall we boil the mutton?"

"..." Qi Ping glanced at the ingredient pocket he had quietly brought in, "Spicy or mushroom soup?"

"Tomato."

"Okay, then I'll ask someone to bring it over." Qi Ping first sent a text message to his assistant, then went into the kitchen with his pockets in his pocket, put away the ingredients by category, took off his clothes by the way, and put on a nightgown similar in style to Zhang Anran's , the edges and corners of the whole person also softened, and the aura around him was very soft.

He took a can of yellow peach yogurt, poured it into a glass, and carried it to the living room. Zhang Anran had already finished his half of the apple and was wiping his hands with a wet towel. He looked up at him and said, "So How much did it cost?"

"Not much, do you still want to transfer the money to me?" Qi Ping put the glass in front of Zhang Anran, sat on his left, and naturally picked up the remaining half of the apple, "Recently Is there anything you want, I haven't given you a gift for a long time."

"I don't have anything I want." Zhang Anran turned his head to the side, watching Qi Ping biting the apple slowly, and still thought the other party's behavior was very interesting, so he swallowed the heart-wrenching sentence later.

He actually wanted to say something—"I want a divorce, but you won't agree."

Because of Zhang Anran's "letting go", Qi Ping ate the half apple safely, and like him, he wiped the corners of his mouth and fingers with a wet tissue.He is very well-behaved at the moment, quietly staring at the TV. On the TV, Zhang Anran is wearing a pink mink coat, singing and dancing, and the camera occasionally zooms in. His face is clearly visible, sharp and stunning.

Qi Ping is tone deaf, but he remembers the lyrics of every song by Zhang Anran, not deliberately, and he has been listening to it, and he has memorized it over time.

One song ended, and the prelude to the next one started, and his face was frozen—Zhang Anran reached out and touched his face.

He didn't move, the hand quickly slipped to his neck, pressing against his veins through a layer of skin, cold and dangerous.

He squeezed his fingertips, stabilized his mind, and gave a meaningless "hmm", very lightly, but withdrew those cold hands in an instant.

Zhang Anran stared at Qi Ping's profile, he knew that the other party was very uncomfortable at the moment, but he wanted to be tense and not show his emotions - he was always stubborn.

He turned his head and put down his hand, but he was very happy in his heart. When the song was about to end, his face became hot——Qi Ping leaned over and kissed his cheek.

He didn't respond, he didn't hug him, he didn't push him away, he supported his shoulders, and sat up very naturally, the nightgown was loose, it couldn't cover the slender and strong thighs, and it couldn't cover the empty bottom ——Qi Ping didn't even wear a pair of underwear, and the front end was already stiff.

Zhang Anran looked at Qi Ping indifferently, and asked him: "Didn't you say to eat first, the takeaway is coming soon."

Qi Ping freed his hand to touch Zhang Anran's lower body, twisting his body like a lewd/slutty and empty snake, he whispered: "I love you..."

Zhang Anran sneered and didn't speak.