Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang, who threatened to sleep with Mr. Qin, returned to the set the next day with a hickey all over.

When I went in, I wore a turtleneck sweater and a down jacket, but it was a pity that it was summer in the show, and at most half sleeves were added to the school uniform. After changing the clothes, the traces on my body could be seen at a glance.

Xi Yuan couldn't help but clicked his tongue: "I had a good time last night."

Wen Lang paused holding the hand of the makeup egg, and turned his head and gave him a blank look: "It's very good, a widowed old man like you probably wouldn't understand."

Xi Yuan: "..."

Mr. Xi Jing's heart hurts, but the person in front of him still refuses to give up, showing him an impeccable smile, and then said every word.

"Old, demon, strange."

No, you are going too far.

Talk as you speak, why attack people?

Xi Yuan was so angry that he didn't want to talk at all, so he put the school uniform next to him on his shoulders, and went out first.

Wen Lang smiled towards his back, dipped his head in foundation and continued to cover up the marks.

After 10 minutes, it was finally covered.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, just as he put down the beauty sponge in his hand, suddenly there were several knocks on the door outside.

He didn't look back: "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and Chen Jia poked her head out from the outside: "Hi?"

Hi.

a ghost.

Looking at his appearance, Wen Lang knew that nothing good would happen, so he turned around helplessly: "Director Chen, what's the matter?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just came to communicate with you."

Chen Jia said with a smile, and when the words fell, Wen Lang continued: "Director Chen, don't laugh like that, there are wrinkles."

Chen Jia: "..."

Chen Jia's smile froze for a moment, and Wen Lang smiled, taking advantage of the situation: "But speaking of it, I actually have something I want to tell you."

Chen Jia choked for a moment, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart: "...you say?"

"It's my birthday at the end of this month, and I want to ask for a day off then." Wen Lang said, "I have a fan meeting in the morning, and a relationship in the afternoon."

The last three words were spoken with confidence, and there was a little pride in his tone.

Chen Jia was silent for a few seconds: "That's what I wanted to tell you just now."

Wen Lang: "Huh?"

"The Golden Shadow Awards are on the 31st of this month, and there is only one day between your birthday and you will be attending the ceremony that day. You... remember not to get too excited."

It's amazing to think about it.

Wen Lang choked back: "...OK."

Chen Jia just laughed: "But it's normal to be a little high on birthdays, especially if you have a boyfriend. I understand all these things. Are you ready?"

"What to prepare?"

"Let's have some fun. Although it's your birthday, but two people will spend the long night together, so you can't be unprepared."

Chen Jia said, and then lowered his voice: "I have a few reliable Taobao stores and resources here, do you want to take a look?"

Director Chen, you can do it.

As expected of a fan of Fu Tong.

Wen Lang pursed his lips: "Yes."

Chen Jia smiled and pressed the phone a few times: "The link has been shared with you, and the video will be sent when I get home."

"Director Chen."

"Ok?"

"Comparison."

"Don't you." Chen Jia waved his hand, "If Mr. Qin knows, do I still want to hang out in the circle?"

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows: "Don't be cowardly, face the anus."

"If you want to fuck you, I don't dare." Director Chen has a strong desire to survive, and he is frank and frank, "Okay, I have explained everything that needs to be said, remember to dress up on the 31st... let's go, go out Filming."

With a serious expression on his face, he went out again.

Wen Lang smiled and followed him out.

Today is going to be filming an exterior scene.

In the play, it was the third year of high school at this time, Zhou Liushen was dazzled by brushing questions in the classroom every day, Lin Jing was an art student, and basically seldom went back to school at the moment, staying in the studio for more than ten hours at a time.

The last time the two met was almost half a month ago.

Leaving aside Lin Jing's side, Zhou Liushen's heart is always itchy, so he simply escaped the evening self-study this day, bought food and sneaked out to find Lin Jing.

The studio in the play is five kilometers away from the school.

The real studio is a random classroom found in the art building on the east side and modified.

The starting point of this shot is Zhou Liushen.

Chen Jia adjusted the seat: "Is it all right?"

Xi Yuan nodded.

Chen Jia waved his hand habitually: "Let's go!"

Behind the camera, it's dark.

Zhou Liushen carried the packing box and walked slowly along the path from there.

He was still wearing that school uniform, puffed up by the wind, and looked up slowly.

That floor was all lit up, and Zhou Liushen knew that the person he liked was in the third window, drawing with a paintbrush.

He stood downstairs looking for a long time, finally took the first step, and slowly went upstairs.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Finally stopped in front of that door.

The door was left open, and a few lights shone through the cracks.

Zhou Liushen raised his hand and knocked on the door, and Lin Jing's voice came out quickly: "Come in."

Slightly tired, with some familiar laziness.

Zhou Liushen stood in the darkness, and the moment Lin Jing's voice came into his ears, he suddenly felt as if something hooked his heart, like the wind with catkins in early spring, or like a fluffy cat's paw, The heart itch slightly.

He was silent for a long time, and finally reached out and opened the door.

"Squeak-"

The door slowly opened inwards, Zhou Liushen saw Lin Jing the first time he raised his eyes.

He was sitting by the window, facing Zhou Liushen sideways, holding the paintbrush with his slender fingers, and carefully sketching on the easel with his downcast eyes. A pair of distant mountains-like eyes appeared.

Shadowy, thick strokes.

Zhou Liushen was stunned, standing where he was and staring at Lin Jing in a daze, without speaking for a long time.

The person over there turned his head, the tiredness on his face dissipated the moment he saw him, and he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why are you here? Aren't there still self-study at night?"

When he smiled, it was as if a little vermilion had dripped from the previous thick ink, blending into the shadows around him, and his whole person suddenly came alive.

Zhou Liushen looked at him, and after an unknown amount of time, he finally heard his own voice.

"I'll come and see you, I..." Miss you.

With his back to the infinite darkness behind him, he said this to the person standing in the light in front of him.

"Pass!"

Chen Jia came out from behind the camera: "Not bad!"

Xi Yuan lost his temper, looked back at him with a smile, but Wen Lang didn't move, and stood up after finishing the last stroke in his hand: "Director Chen."

Chen Jia was a little curious: "Just now I saw that you drew very seriously, let me see what you drew."

He put down the horn and walked to the easel. He looked down and was stunned.

The picture drawn on the drawing paper, although the lines are distorted and overall a bit abstract, but it can still be seen that it is a Squirrel and Pikachu holding their claws.

Xi Yuan & Chen Jia: ...

Did you just say you want to come out?

The two stopped talking, and stood by the side silently looking sideways at Wen Lang.

Wen Lang didn't care about their eyes at all, and smiled: "Can I take this piece of paper with me? Let Mr. Qin see that I am also a person who can draw now."

Chen Jia sighed: "Take it away, take it away, but I advise you to think about it, you don't think it's worth the price."

Wen Lang didn't mind the price drop, carefully picked up the drawing paper and put it away, squinting his eyes contentedly.

Chen Jia had nothing to do with him, and waved his hand: "Let's go, we won't take pictures later."

This means... Could it be a vacation?

Wen Lang thought so in his heart, but he didn't believe that Chen Jia would be so good, so he and Xi Yuan looked over in doubt.

Then I heard Chen Jia say: "I will take a promotional photo later, come on young people, let's go!"

Sure enough.

Wen Lang and Xi Yuan looked at each other, and followed him out helplessly.

At the same time, the program interview that Qin Jingshen participated in also officially started live broadcasting on the whole network.

Kissing CP's homepage news is not generally well-informed. The news of the live broadcast and the viewing address have been posted half an hour in advance. A large number of CP fans came after hearing the news, and the moment the picture appeared on the screen, the barrage occupied a whole area. It's full.

"Mr. Qin, who contracted our boss Lang in advance!"

"Hold my boss Lang and wait for your boyfriend!"

"Wow wow, my mother's family came to report!"

"My Heavenly Home Lord didn't lie! Mr. Qin actually started a live broadcast! Apart from the previous variety show with Mr. Lang, this is the first time I've seen Mr. Qin show up like this!"

"I am convinced by this good looks and long legs. Mr. Qin, I want to give birth to a monkey for you! If it doesn't work, I can give birth to your boyfriend!"

The bullet screens came one after another, and the style of painting looked like Wen Lang's cute fans.

Everyone was licking the screen to watch the live broadcast while they were skinning the bullet screen. The host didn't dare to ask too deep.

However, the host is obviously a good person. After chatting with Qin Jingshen for more than half an hour, he suddenly put down his hand card at the end of the chat, and asked with a smile like a family chat: "Finally, I want to ask a digression. If you want to find a partner, what kind of person do you like?"

The host was actually a little apprehensive after asking. After all, Qin Jingshen never liked other people asking about such personal matters, but the director's card was held on the opposite side, so he had to bite the bullet.

Unexpectedly, Qin Jingshen answered.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice came out through the microphone, low and hoarse: "The person I like...he should have nice dimples, like fluffy animals, and love to laugh..."

There was instant excitement on the barrage.

Has dimples, likes small animals, loves to laugh.

Such a specific condition with a point.

It's our boss Lang!

The fans were so happy that they wanted to run around downstairs.

But this emotion lasted for less than half a minute before hearing Qin Jingshen's next words.

"Then, she has a very good personality, very cute, and very sweet."

Good character, cute, sweet.

Fans: ? ? ?

its not right.

What you're talking about... doesn't seem to fit Mr. Lang well?

The author has something to say: Fans: "Hmmmm?"

Wen Langlang: "...This is probably not a group of fake fans."