The show of love with the deadly enemy was broadcast live

There was a sudden sound of footsteps ahead, and when the footsteps got closer and closer, they suddenly stopped, only to hear Zhou Lin saying in embarrassment: "...that... the director said to continue recording in 10 minutes, are you ready?"

Chang Feng froze, and pushed Cheng Lang away with a guilty conscience, then reached out to wipe the tears on his face, raised his head and asked Cheng Lang: "Continue recording? Then you don't want to go to the hospital, the injury on your face..."

Seeing Chang Feng's red eyes, Cheng Lang suddenly felt his heart was in a mess. He took out a band-aid from his pocket, handed it to Chang Feng, and smiled: "You did it, you are responsible?"

Chang Feng blinked his eyes and reached out to take the Band-Aid. He just cried for no reason, and now his whole mind is a mess, so he just said dully: "Yes... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... "

Cheng Lang's eyes were filled with a warm smile like spring: "I know."

Changfeng tore off the Band-Aid, leaned over and carefully stuck it on Cheng Lang's cheek. After the sticker was finished, he turned around and saw Zhou Lin crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at them. Look, said:

"...Well... Since the recording is going to continue, I'll go get ready."

Cheng Lang rubbed his hair: "Remember to ask the makeup artist to deal with the eyes."

Xu Changfeng rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He had just cried, and his eyelids were warmed by the tears.

You don't need to look to know that your eyes must be red and swollen, and Chang Feng felt his cheeks became hot, and he threatened sternly: "Don't tell others!"

Cheng Lang's voice was tinged with a smile: "Okay, I promise not to tell anyone."

After Xu Changfeng left, Zhou Lin looked at Cheng Lang with a puzzled look on his face: "What's going on with you two..."

Cheng Lang didn't answer him, and suddenly turned to look at the trash can.

When I just threw the milk tea, I didn't use much effort, and the milk tea almost stood neatly among the scraps of paper in the trash can.

Cheng Lang took out a tissue, bent down and took out the cup of milk tea in the trash can, and handed it to Zhou Lin: "You can take this milk tea to the hospital for an appraisal later to see if there is anything in it. what."

Zhou Lin took the milk tea: "Who gave this?"

Cheng Lang continued: "A fan gave it to Changfeng. Before you go to the hospital, ask the person in charge here to monitor the corridor. Pay attention to a girl with short hair who is holding milk tea, wearing a black coat, a black mask and a peaked cap. If there is something wrong with the milk tea identified by the hospital, they can directly report to the police with the hospital’s identification sheet and monitoring.”

Zhou Lin nodded, said hello, took the milk tea and left.

Shu Lin was in a particularly happy mood today. When he was walking, he couldn't help humming a little tune, with a bright smile on his face.

As he was walking, he suddenly saw Cheng Lang pushing the door out of a room.

Cheng Lang didn't seem to see Shu Lin, and walked forward on his own. Shu Lin quickened his pace and followed, and asked Cheng Lang with a smile on his face: "Brother Cheng, why did you come out of the editing room? What's the matter?" Is something wrong?"

Cheng Lang continued to walk forward, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

Shu Lin looked at Cheng Lang's face and sighed: "Why don't you go to the hospital, you simply use a Band-Aid to treat it, it will leave scars..."

Shu Lin paused, and mentioned Xu Changfeng seemingly inadvertently: "But why is Xu Changfeng always like this...It's a mango again, and it fell on you again. "

"Shu Lin." Cheng Lang paused, then suddenly turned his head and asked him, "Did you tell the media about the mango cake?"

He remembered that the media reported that the news was revealed by "people related to the crew".

Shu Lin was taken aback, and couldn't speak quickly: "No, it's not me..."

Shu Lin's eyes flickered for a moment: "Why did I say this..."

Cheng Lang glanced at him and said lightly, "Oh, it's not you."

Shu Lin smiled unnaturally. He suddenly saw the Band-Aid on Cheng Lang's face. He wanted to change the subject urgently, and said, "This seems to be crooked. Let me fix it for you. I'm going to be on stage soon... "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Cheng Lang stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, Shu Lin was taken aback by this unexpected movement, and unconsciously staggered a step in Cheng Lang's direction.

When he looked up, he found that the two of them were very close. When Cheng Lang lowered his head, he could almost breathe on his neck, which was warm and itchy.

Shu Lin immediately felt his heart beating like a drum.

"Cheng...Brother Cheng..."

Cheng Lang said, "Shu Lin, what do you think is our relationship?"

Cheng Lang's voice was a little low, which made his clear voice even more magnetic, and almost every tone of his voice could touch people's heartstrings.

——At least Shu Lin thinks so.

Shu Lin's entire face was burning hot. He seemed to have an illusion that the atmosphere here was ambiguous, which made him almost involuntarily say something he had never said before.

The heartbeat is getting faster and faster.

bang bang bang...

"Brother Cheng...don't you know...we are...I like your relationship."

"Oh. But I don't like you at all."

Cheng Lang answered almost the second after his voice fell.

At the same time, he let go of Shu Lin's wrist, and took a step back, as if Shu Lin was some kind of untouchable harmful substance.

Shu Lin didn't even have time to react, he stared blankly at Cheng Lang, feeling that his head was in the dark.

Cheng Lang looked at Shu Lin expressionlessly, and his tone was calm.

"I'll tell you the answer. Apart from work, we don't need to say hello when we meet. It's best to pretend that we don't know each other."

Shu Lin was stunned: "...for...why."

Cheng Lang said: "Because Changfeng doesn't like you, I'm afraid he might misunderstand you."

Shu Lin's face turned pale, and he looked at Cheng Lang in disbelief.

When Cheng Lang turned to leave, he suddenly turned his head again.

"Also, if you do something bad in the future, don't always do it in the bathroom. After all, no one can guarantee whether there will be a reporter who just brought a recording pen squatting in the cubicle."

"Don't worry, the things in the recorder will be shown to the public at a suitable time."

"When the time comes, you will know who is the mouse everyone is shouting at."

Shu Lin froze in place, he took a step back and leaned against the wall, feeling his whole body trembling with cold.