The show of love with the deadly enemy was broadcast live

After the rest time, the filming started quickly again. Cheng Lang was in good condition this time, and almost all of them passed in one pass. Chang Feng sat on a chair and watched.

He frowned slightly, always feeling that he was going to hold Cheng Lang back.

At this moment, the cell phone in Changfeng's pocket suddenly rang.

After answering the phone, Chang Feng stood up and walked out of the theater.Assistant Shi Bai seemed to want to follow, but was stopped by Changfeng with a gesture.

As soon as Chang Feng went out, he saw Sun Lan lazily leaning against the wall. As soon as Sun Lan saw Chang Feng, she immediately stretched out her hands to give him a hug.

Chang Feng was staggered by him, and pushed him away expressionlessly.

Sun Lan let go of Changfeng, stroked his hair, and joked with a naughty smile.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, our brother Changfeng has finally grown taller."

Changfeng brushed his hands away from his hair: "Why are you here?"

Sun Lan sighed exaggeratedly: "Hey... After Changfeng came back, we knew that Brother Lu was not here and didn't want to talk to me anymore. Poor me, I really miss you so much, so I came here to take a look."

Changfeng didn't believe a word he said, and gave him a cold sideways glance: "Why, there is a beautiful girl who suits your heart in the crew next door?"

Sun Lan rubbed her nose, looking as if her mind had been punctured: "Hey! I mainly look at you, and she just by the way..."

Chang Feng couldn't help but also laughed, but Sun Lan didn't change at all.

At the welcome party five years ago, in order to strike up a conversation with the pretty school girl who practiced dancing, Sun Lan abruptly gave Lu Zhinan who practiced the Rubik's Cube a month's worth of lunch.

Sun Lan, Lu Zhinan, and Chang Feng grew up together.Lu Zhinan and Sun Lan were about the same age, and Chang Feng was two years younger than them.

They almost grew up together, inseparable, and have a very good relationship.

Later, Lu Zhinan went abroad, and two years later, Changfeng also flew to the other side of the ocean, and Sun Lan was a good playboy in China, and the three of them seldom saw each other, except for the occasional videos organized by Sun Lan. .

It's just that we haven't seen each other for so many years, so we don't feel much strange when we meet again.

The two chatted for a while, when Sun Lan's cell phone rang, he glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Then I'm leaving, my girlfriend said she finished filming."

Chang Feng returned to the set, but just as he sat on the bench, Sun Lan rushed in again.

"Forgot one thing, look, I saw this by accident today, so I bought one for you."

It is mango cake, a brand that Changfeng loved to eat many years ago.

"I remember you liked to eat it when you were young, and you were afraid that we would laugh at you for liking this kind of sweet and greasy food, and you still ate it secretly..." Sun Lan said proudly, and Chang Feng couldn't help laughing when thinking of things when he was a child.

Suddenly thought of something, Sun Lan said: "Oh, by the way, there is another big event, Brother Lu will come back next month."

Chang Feng was startled for a moment. After Sun Lan left, he turned his head and glanced at Cheng Lang for some reason.

Cheng Lang is also looking at him.

The two looked at each other, and Cheng Lang didn't look away, but walked towards him and sat beside him naturally.

He had just finished filming a fight scene with five actors who played gangsters. Since he was an extra, his acting skills were somewhat lacking, so he NGed many times.

Cheng Lang should have been a little tired, but he may have a body that doesn't sweat easily, and he didn't sweat at all on his forehead.

Chang Feng suddenly reached out and put his hand on his forehead, Cheng Lang was startled by this sudden movement, his body leaned back slightly stiffly, Chang Feng put his hand down, with an expression on his face as if nothing had happened, He just said lightly: "It's very hot, it's very hot."

"But it's good, if you don't sweat, you don't need to touch up your makeup."

Cheng Lang said: "...It's not that I don't sweat, sometimes I do."

Changfeng said casually: "Well...is it hot, drink some water?"

He casually handed him a bottle of iced green tea next to him.

Cheng Lang picked up the green tea, hesitated a little, but didn't drink it.

Just put it on the cheek and ice it.

"Don't you want to drink?" Changfeng asked.

There was a moment of hesitation on Cheng Lang's expression: "...I'm not used to drinking drinks."

Changfeng lowered his head slightly, and his voice was as flat as an audio book on the mobile phone's built-in software: "It's fine if you're not used to drinking it. It turns out that I have a friend who doesn't like drinking these processed drinks. No matter how hot it is, I won't drink it." .”

Speaking of that person, his voice finally fluctuated.

There seemed to be a slight chuckle.

"At that time, I climbed up the mountain with me on my back. I was so tired that I was just like you, icing the drink on my face."

Changfeng was talking about Cheng Lang, of course. Five years ago, shortly after Cheng Lang was created, Sun Lan enthusiastically proposed to climb a mountain. Changfeng has always been weak in physical strength, and halfway through the climb, he asked Cheng Lang to carry it on his back. .

I remember that Cheng Lang told Sun Lan and the others that it was because of his sprained ankle, but in fact it was just because of laziness.

That was the first time Cheng Lang lied. For an intelligent robot like him, it was really not easy.

After telling a lie, my ears were red as hell, and my speech was a bit stuck.

They fell behind in the line, Chang Feng looked at his red ears, couldn't help but took a bite——

A taste of silicone.

But Cheng Lang was so frightened that he almost threw him down.

"Hey, why are you lying?"

"..."

"I know, you are afraid that they will laugh at me, but you are a robot, you will lie now, are you going to rule the human race soon?"

"...No...No way."

"Forget it, then you can rule the human race, and don't forget me when the time comes."

"…Won't."

"No what?"

"Will not rule over mankind... let alone forget you."

The more Chang Feng recalled the past, the more he felt that his heart was hurting and pulled together.

Cheng Lang is so good.

If Cheng Lang hadn't disappeared...

If... he hadn't disappeared.

He looked up at Cheng Lang, then lowered his head and began to unpack the cake box. He didn't seem to have any extra expressions on his face, but if he looked at it himself, he would find that his hand holding the cake box was trembling slightly.

He is nervous.

Cheng Lang put down the drink in his hand, watched Chang Feng slowly unwrap the delicate cake box, and asked, "...that friend you mentioned...is the one who just came here?...Is he your boyfriend?"

Chang Feng raised his head suddenly, and Cheng Lang seemed to feel that his question was a bit abrupt.

Changfeng looked at him steadily, and suddenly said: "If not, are you going to chase me?"

Cheng Lang was momentarily at a loss for words.

Chang Feng immediately said: "Then don't ask these things."

Cheng Lang lowered his eyelids: "Sorry."

Changfeng dug a spoonful of mango cake and handed it to Cheng Lang's mouth: "Do you want to try it?"

When Chang Feng finished speaking, the tail trembled slightly inaudibly, but no one noticed.

He felt like his heart was about to jump out.

He seems to be making a gamble.

The odds of winning are one in a million.

Just for the ridiculous, obstinate, crazily growing desire deep inside.

Chang Feng was too nervous, his face became a little stiff, and his voice became a little strange: "... If you eat this, I will accept your apology."

Cheng Lang's heart tightened, but his face remained calm, he opened his mouth and ate.

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "Thank you, it's delicious."

Chang Feng was already sweating in his palms due to nervousness, but he dug out another spoonful and handed it to his mouth expressionlessly: "Do you want to eat more?"

Cheng Lang smiled stiffly, and opened his mouth slightly.

Chang Feng suddenly moved the spoon away, and his voice was a little unnaturally dry: "Forget it, you've finished eating, what should I eat?"

Cheng Lang involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

But then he was a little restless.

Changfeng saw everything in his eyes, he stood up, and said to Cheng Lang: "Then I'll go first, and come back tomorrow."

Cheng Lang nodded.

Chang Feng had just taken two steps, when he looked back, Cheng Lang was already walking towards the bathroom.

Changfeng looked at his figure who almost left in a hurry, his fingernails embedded in his flesh.

He could feel that the seed in his heart was growing crazily, a kind of ecstasy of being lost and found again, mixed with a kind of deep pain that almost overwhelmed him.

"...Xiaoqing, where is Cheng Lang's script?"

The field assistant didn't know what happened, so he found out the script Cheng Lang put on the table and handed it to Chang Feng.

Changfeng tightly squeezed the book with his fingers, but he didn't open it. He walked into the bathroom step by step.

The sound of retching quickly came from the bathroom cubicle.

"Boom!" sounded.

Chang Feng heard the sound of the tight string breaking deep in his heart.

Chang Feng leaned against the door frame, his complexion was too pale.

He lowered his head and opened the script in his hand bit by bit.

His fingers trembled violently.

The moment he saw the annotations between the scripts, Chang Feng seemed to make a chuckle-like sound, and then he raised his left hand to cover his face, and the script fell to the ground with a bang.

In the script, some notes were neatly marked.

——It was all in the handwriting of the robot Cheng Lang, which was neatly printed out by a printer, almost blending with the lead type.

Chang Feng squatted down slowly, tears finally couldn't hold back and flowed down from between his fingers, his teeth were trembling.

"...Cheng Lang..."