The show of love with the deadly enemy was broadcast live

When Xu Changfeng walked into the set, he hardly attracted anyone's attention. He wore a gray peaked cap, a black jacket, and black trousers.

The dress is so simple that Xiaomi, the field assistant, thought it was the little brother who came to deliver food.

But when the man raised his head lazily, she was really stunned.

The facial features of the young man are exquisitely carved out stroke by stroke by an artist, and his complexion is like the lustrous white porcelain of the Song Dynasty. Eye-opening - breathtaking beauty.

Xiaomi looked at this man and was in a trance for a moment: This man looks really good-looking.

...It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are a little clearer and colder.

Xu Changfeng stood quietly and looked at his cousin Xu Qianqian in the center of the camera.

Qianqian seems to play a rather savage female supporting role in this drama.

Now he bullied the heroine and was discovered by the hero, but pointed at the nose of the heroine, with a domineering look: "Does he know what you have done?! Does he know the conditions of your family?! You don't deserve him at all !"

The man was dressed in a black suit, with a tall and straight figure. Under the spotlight, his face was so handsome that there was nothing wrong with it. He glanced at Xu Qianqian lightly:

"Is it your turn to speak?"

His tone was soft and slow, with a condescending mockery.

Xu Qianqian's expression changed.

The hostess in the blue skirt by her side took a step back: "I think...we'd better break up early...we have no results."

The man took a step forward, and his slender fingers naturally brushed the girl's broken hair behind her ears: "Why is there no result?"

The man sighed softly, and then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a very doting look on his face, and his heartbreakingly gentle voice was also tinged with a little smile:

"...I like you, and I will always love you. There is only one you in my life... Do you not believe me?"

But when Changfeng saw this, his heart beat suddenly.

Cheng Lang is also like this, putting dry and warm fingers on his hair: "Changfeng...don't say we have no results...I like you so much...I will only like you in my life..."

"...Changfeng...I think I'm going crazy."

Cheng Lang's voice trembled slightly:

"Or, in the language of our robots, I feel like my system is about to crash."

Almost exactly the same.

The two of them showed affection to the extreme.

But what did I say at the time.

"Cheng Lang, that's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

Xiaomi saw this strange man staring at Cheng Lang, his face turned pale, and he called out strangely: "Sir?"

Chang Feng suddenly came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that he had been watching that actor for too long. He turned around and said in a daze, "That actor...what's his name."

"Cheng Lang."

Changfeng's fingers trembled unconsciously: "...what?"

"Cheng Lang, the process of the program, the clear Lang."

...exactly the same name.

When Chang Feng left, he unconsciously turned his head and glanced. Cheng Lang was coming out after changing his costume. He was wearing a white round neck and long sleeves. He unscrewed the mineral water bottle, drank the water in two gulps, and threw the empty bottle not far away trash can.

"Oh!"

Perfect basket.

As if feeling the attention, Cheng Lang raised his head suddenly and looked into Chang Feng's eyes with a glance. Cheng Lang's pupils were extremely black, making his heart tremble inexplicably.

He suddenly smiled towards Changfeng.

There are circles and ripples in the black eyes, and it is rare for an actor in his twenties to have a clean, clear, youthful aura.

Chang Feng was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lowered his eyes, put on his peaked cap, followed Xu Qianqian and left.

"Who came to pick up Xu Qianqian just now?" Cheng Lang casually asked his assistant Zhou Lin while picking up his coat from the back of the chair.

Zhou Lindao: "I don't know each other either... But she looks really good, and I've never heard of anyone who has signed an artist with such good looks... But Cheng Lang, why do you care about others?"

"It's nothing." Cheng Lang put on his coat, sighed leisurely, and said, "It looks good, but it feels..."

"How does it feel?"

"How should I put it... a bit like my autistic nephew..."

Zhou Lin was stunned for a moment. He hadn't been with Cheng Lang for a long time, but it was not impossible for him to hear Cheng Lang's tone.

Under the casual tone, there was no trace of hostility, but it seemed to be really regretful.

Xu Qianqian complained in the car: "I really don't want to talk about that Cheng Lang... and that line... oh my god, it's so fucking nasty... I'm going crazy... Crazy, crazy... Goosebumps come off listening to it all over the place..."

Changfeng looked back from the car window, and said flatly: "He acted very well."

Xu Qianqian didn't expect his cousin to speak for others, so he choked.

Well, yes, although the lines are indeed disgusting, they were written by the screenwriter, and Cheng Lang performed them very sincerely. In the fitting room, she heard two little girls say that their hearts melted .

"Uncle Lin, turn left at the intersection ahead, and the biggest grilled fish restaurant will be there." Xu Qianqian said to the driver.

After getting out of the car, Changfeng frowned and saw Xu Qianqian put on a hat, mask, and sunglasses, all wrapped tightly.

Changfeng said seriously: "Qianqian, you don't have to do this, you are not popular, no one will recognize you."

Chang Feng was telling the truth. When he was in England, he knew that Xu Qianqian had become an actor, and he was a little embarrassed. He thought that Qianqian would be as troublesome as a spy when he went out in the future. He didn’t expect to find out after returning to China that Xu Qianqian’s current state was almost It is found that there is no such person.

Xu Qianqian: "...brother... my heart is pierced..."

"If you really like it, I'll tell Xu Jingyan about it. The protagonists of a few more plays will probably become famous."

I heard that some time ago, my father gave Xu Jingyan the management of Lanhe Entertainment under the name of Xu Group, and Qianqian should be in this company.

Xu Qianqian shrugged: "I just think acting is fun, and I didn't intend to really become popular, so I didn't let my cousin control me. Besides, with my current acting skills, if I am really praised, I will also be ridiculed by the crowd! "

Chang Feng hummed lightly.

Xu Qianqian said, "I'm actually doing pretty well now, and I still have good connections. Brother, if you come, with my current level in the circle, I might introduce you to a background character."

After finishing speaking, Xu Qianqian giggled by herself.

"But brother, you definitely don't know how to act. I really can't imagine you crying and laughing in front of the camera, it's just fantastic."

The grilled fish shop is exquisitely decorated and the service attitude is good, but the taste is very ordinary.

Qianqian thinks it is delicious, but Changfeng has always been too picky about fish-related food.

After dinner, Uncle Lin asked Qianqian to send Qianqian back to her community, and Changfeng also returned to his apartment.

Open the door and turn on the light.

The apartment is decorated in a very concise style. The part-time worker has just arrived, and everything has been cleaned up and tidy.

It's cold and not popular at all.

After taking a bath, Chang Feng lazily lay on the bed.

total darkness.

It seemed to be raining, and the sound of the rain was pattering.

Changfeng put his arms across his face.

For some reason, I suddenly thought of Cheng Lang with the same name and surname.

Same name.

The eyes... the eyes seem to be a bit similar.

bother.

Before I knew it, I fell into a deep sleep.

Chang Feng walked slowly, he was holding a dark blue umbrella, the umbrella was held very low, making it difficult for people to see his eyebrows and eyes clearly.

There was a rushing pant behind him.

"Changfeng, Changfeng, let's go together." Cheng Lang smiled and caught up.

Both of their umbrellas were so big that Cheng Lang felt that even though their umbrellas were already close together, there was almost a meter of distance between their shoulders.

Cheng Lang glanced at his big umbrella, and sighed in frustration, why did he remember to take the umbrella today? I really want to...get closer to Changfeng.

"Chang Feng Chang Feng, today I'm going to make your favorite spicy fish—boom!—"

There was a crash.

Cheng Lang slammed into the tree hard.

The moment he hit the tree, he raised the umbrella in his hand, and the entire umbrella was pressed against the tree trunk. The ribs of the umbrella were broken and deformed, and the cold steel frame pierced into Cheng Lang's left arm fiercely.

The wound was deep, but there was no blood at all. The skin and flesh at the wound were turned out ferociously, and the titanium alloy reflecting light could be faintly seen inside.

Cheng Lang didn't care about the injury on his hand, he looked at Changfeng, and his tone was even aggrieved: "Changfeng, the umbrella is broken..."

Changfeng looked at him and said nothing.

Cheng Lang bent his eyes and said with a smile, "Can the two of us hold an umbrella?" Changfeng handed the umbrella to Cheng Lang, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wrapped it around Cheng Lang's horribly wounded left arm.

Holding an umbrella, Cheng Lang looked down at Changfeng bandaging himself, and said with a smile, "Changfeng, you are so kind."