Mr. Qin is always serious

Two big monsters left the set, Wen Lang turned to look at Fu Tong: "Where are you taking me?"

Fu Tong casually put on the mask: "Follow me, I talk so much, I can't lose you."

Wen Lang rolled his eyes at him.

Fu Tong smiled, took out a new mask and threw it to Wen Lang: "Put it on, otherwise you will be recognized by fans later, and you will probably get lost."

Wen Lang clicked his tongue and took it over to put it on.

Fu Tong took a look and was not very satisfied: "It's not very good, your eyes are too attractive, and the mask can't block them at all, but it doesn't matter—"

He laughed: "Actually, I want to take you to my studio for a walk, it's in the next street, less than 500 meters away from here, if you walk faster, no one will notice here, even a mask is not needed. "

Wen Lang was silent for three seconds, took off the mask he had just put on, and mercilessly threw it on Fu Tong's face.

Then you are here to grind a shovel? !

He turned around and walked in the direction of the next street. Fu Tongshun threw the mask he had thrown into the trash can, and followed quickly: "Can you respect the old a little bit, and learn about traditional virtues?"

Wen Lang calmly said, "Why don't we fight?"

Fu Tong smiled slightly: "It's better to be reasonable."

Reasonable?Ok, Ok.

Wen Lang took out the phone and unlocked it: "I decided to let Brother Wen Rong come and have a chat with you."

This is clearly a complaint.

Fu Tong really didn't dare to provoke Wen Rong. Among them, Bai Ze, as the leader of the auspicious beast, seemed to have the best temper, but everyone knew that the more gentle the person on the surface, the more angry they were. is terrible.

And Wen Rong is very protective.

Can't be bothered.

Over there, Wen Lang poked Wen Rong's head, and started typing.

Fu Tong glanced at what he said, and suddenly his hair was terrified. He felt that his death was not long, so he hurriedly reached out and pressed his cell phone, and said in a very helpless tone: "You are an ancient beast after all, why do you even do such things as criminal complaints? It's too..."

Too cheap, too shameless.

Of course Wen Lang knew what he meant, and raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Being a man is the same as being a monster. When you should be shameless, you have to be shameless. The trick is not high, as long as it works."

He took back the phone, his peach blossom eyes sparkled: "You taught me this when we first met, and I always remember it."

Fu Tong: "..."

Fu Tong regretted it.

The two big monsters bickered as they walked, looking no different from elementary school students on the side of the road.

Three minutes later, Fu Tong's studio arrived, and he named it quite literary, Old Times.

There is also a string of French below, and His Majesty Taotie, a scumbag, said that he was dumbfounded after reading it.

Fu Tong became like a lazy nobleman again, and took him to the innermost recording studio.

Wen Lang took a look: "What did you bring me here for?"

Fu Tong lowered his head and tuned the equipment without turning his head: "Didn't you say that you would sing the opening song of "Mountain and River on Earth" together? Let me find out how you feel first."

"...Wait." Wen Lang looked at him, "When did I promise to sing together?"

Fu Tong smiled at him: "Now you have to agree whether you want to or not, and I will remind you to read Weibo."

Wen Lang suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He opened Weibo and found that the Weibo comment he posted last time had gone viral, and there were many more fans of Fu Tong, congratulating them on their cooperation.

Wen Lang's own fans expressed their anticipation.

And next to almost every comment, there is Fu Tong's Weibo portal.

Wen Lang followed the portal to look over. Fu Tong's latest Weibo was posted half an hour ago. It probably said that he was going to sing the opening song of "Mountain and River on Earth" with Wen Lang, and circled Wen Lang and Chen Jia.

Chen Jia retweeted and confirmed the matter, but Wen Lang, who was the person involved, had no knowledge of it.

This operation, cut first and then play, is very angry.

Of course, the fans of the two were very pleasantly surprised, and they praised each other's idols commercially.

The style of painting is basically like this.

Wen Fan: Hey, I'm going to sing!But I don't have much experience in singing, so I have to rely on you to take me with me, otherwise I will be scolded to death by Director Chen.

Fu Fen: Your voice is so beautiful, and your singing is definitely not bad, and I saw that animation, and your appearance is simply heaven-defying. It seems that I will be overwhelmed this time.

Wen Fan: You are also very good-looking!

Fu Fen: Really hahaha, they are actually pretty!

Wen Fen: Well, our pretty Lang also asks you pretty fellows to give me some advice!

Fu Fen: Our beautiful family also invites your beautiful Lang Duoduo to give advice!

Passerby: Among the fans of popular traffic stars, these two are the only Qingliu I have ever seen who do not tear each other up, I admire them.

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang was in a complicated mood and couldn't speak.

Fu Tong tuned the equipment over there, went to the side and took an acoustic guitar and threw it to Wen Lang: "It's hard to get rid of it, I advise you to admit it directly."

Wen Lang caught it and dialed it casually.

The last time Wen Lang sang was in the graduation drama three years ago. At that time, he played the role of a literary and artistic male singer. He liked to sit on the side of the bridge with an acoustic guitar and sing folk songs. He wore a white shirt and sang softly. From a distance, there is no smoke on his body.

Fu Tong put the lyrics and score in front of him, Wen Lang tried to follow it, and thought it was okay.

Fu Tong was also quite satisfied: "It's not bad, I will lend you the guitar for a while, and you can get familiar with it at home when you have nothing to do."

Wen Lang hummed, and Fu Tong raised his eyebrows: "It's not easy to compromise so quickly."

Wen Lang thinks that your Weibo is doing such a thing, can I disagree?If you don't agree, I'm afraid you and my name will have to be bundled and appear on the hot search tomorrow.

Wen Lang had already thought of the title for the paparazzi.

--"Shock!Entertainment plastic love!The rumors of a feud between a popular actor and a singer turned out to be true!What's going on behind the scenes?The editor who learned the truth was shocked! "

A man silent and a woman tearing up will definitely shock 90.00% of people.

Wen Lang looked at the few sheets of copy paper in front of him, then plucked the guitar again.

Suddenly want to sigh.

The two big monsters howled in the recording studio for several hours, and decided to go for food together at noon.

[Old Time] There is a Wuweizhai nearby. Fu Tong knew that Wen Lang was a picky eater, so he took him there.

This store is also close to the Huanyu company building. Wen Lang used to come here often. After entering, he found a seat in the corner and sat down, ordered food quickly, and began to wait.

Fu Tongping was a little bored and asked him, "Are you going to film in the afternoon?"

Wen Lang nodded: "Director Chen will just give me half a day off, and I have two cubs to raise at home. Of course, I have to work hard to support my family."

Fu Tong shrugged: "You are all married into a rich family, and you still worry about raising two cubs? Don't cry poor."

What the hell is marrying into a wealthy family?

Wen Lang glanced at Fu Tong, and was just about to scold him, when he suddenly saw the latter's gaze fixed there, a little dull.

He was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Fu Tong was silent for a few seconds, then pointed slightly behind him: "Your wealthy family is here."

Wen Lang: "..."

Wen Lang turned his head slowly, and sure enough, he saw Qin Jingshen.

He is wearing a dark gray suit today, with a windbreaker of the same color outside. For some reason, he didn't take off the gold-rimmed glasses that he only wears when reading a book.

He also saw Wen Lang at this time, his eyes paused for a while, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, Wen Lang always felt that he seemed to see Mr. Qin frowning just now.

Wen Lang thought to himself, this is really bad.

The fake script photo was just caught last night, but today it was discovered that he didn't do a good job in the filming at all, but sneaked out with others to catch fish.

As for this other person, he was even more guilty.

Wen Lang vaguely remembered that he and Fu Tong also had CP fans, and there were quite a few of them.

Some time ago, Mr. Qin talked about Zhou Yanxiu on the hot search, and this time he became Fu Tong again. Wen Lang felt that his impression in Qin Jingshen's heart might collapse.

Eat everything inside and out, very profligate young man.

His Majesty Gluttonous: [Sudden Despair].jpg

He looked at Qin Jingshen quietly, and wanted to pretend he didn't know anything, and look away as naturally as possible, but it was impossible for Qin Jingshen to look at him like this.

Fortunately, the person who served the food came at this time.

Wen Lang took the opportunity to look away, and then sneaked a look after a while, and Qin Jingshen had already disappeared.

Fu Tong reminded him: "Go to the private room upstairs."

Wen Lang sighed: "I've been troubled by you this time."

Fu Tong clicked his tongue: "I don't think you're right, why are you so timid here with Qin Jingshen?"

If you have the ability, show off the aura that you usually hate me and fans!

Wen Lang habitually wanted to hate him again, but felt that the latter hadn't said anything, so he had no position for a while.

So I could only sigh.

Fu Tong felt very horrified: "Oh."

Wen Lang couldn't bear it anymore, rolled a piece of banana cake and stuffed it into his mouth: "If you talk too much, I'll kill you."

Fu Tong didn't speak any more, and quietly ate with the irritable Majesty Taotie, feeling that the little boy had really grown up and learned to bully the soft and fear the hard.

And Wen Lang couldn't feel at ease eating here, he glanced at the stairs from time to time, obviously restless.

After waiting like this for half an hour, I finally saw Qin Jingshen again.

He seemed to have finished his talk and was ready to go.

Wen Lang peeked at him through the reflection of the glass.

Mr. Qin didn't stay there too long, and went out after paying the bill.After he left, Wen Lang stopped eating, stood up and was about to go outside, when Fu Tong stopped him: "You won't pack lo mei this time?"

Wen Lang waved his hand: "No need."

It's not that he doesn't like Wuweizhai's lo mei anymore, but because he had packed a portion when he saw Mr. Qin leave just now.

Needless to say, it was definitely for him.

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The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "I feel like I'm about to lose my job."

Mr. Qin: "Come and hug."