Tell you to turn backwards?

The performance costumes distributed to them were bought by Ban Fei, at least they did not wear the feeling of "Ansai Waist Drum".Wu Shifeng has always been very calm, he took it off as soon as he said it, and put on the performance costume after three times, five times and two times, but the design of shell bikini for the upper half of his life and purple fishtail for the lower body still made Wu Shifeng blush for a moment.

Meng Ze held back his smile, and while Wu Shifeng was jumping to find the blond wig, he put the overcoat that Wu Shifeng had just put on him on the table, and as soon as his fingers touched the hem of the sweater, he felt a straight slap in vain. Staring at Meng Ze made a layer of cold sweat spread down his back.

He turned around suddenly and found that Wu Shifeng was wearing a wig with his back facing him.

Wu Shifeng's heart was beating extremely fast, and he had a guilty conscience after being a thief. He really couldn't control himself, his eyes didn't work, so what could he do?

However, just when Wu Shifeng tried to sneak a glance back again, his eyes bumped into a gray patch—Meng Ze stood behind him at some point.

Just when he was surprised, Meng Ze's cold hand lightly pressed against his eyes, Wu Shifeng's vision suddenly dimmed, and his heartbeat also went crazy.

"Be honest, turn your head back." Meng Ze's voice was too close, but Wu Shifeng's whole body was foggy, and he couldn't tell his position.

Meng Ze moved his head back, then let go of his hand, and said unhurriedly, "I'll change clothes behind your back."

To put it another way - if you dare to turn your head around, I wish you the best of luck with your dog's head still on your neck.

During Wu Shifeng's fleeting time just now, Xiao thought of a very large number of unsuitable clips for children, and almost made his nosebleed laugh out loud.However, the other party didn't mean that at all, and was still coveting his dog's head!

There was a rustling sound from behind, and after Wu Shifeng struggled for less than two seconds, he thought to himself: It’s worth noting this dog’s head, but it’s more important to peek at Meng Ze, at such a close distance, if you miss it next time, maybe you won’t. up.

There is also Li Bai, an old man who said in a poem, "If you have wine tonight, you will be drunk tonight."

Thinking of this, Wu Shifeng suddenly turned his head. Meng Ze was caught off guard, and his movements were still in the posture of looking for clothes in a plastic bag. He suddenly stood up and had a clear view from the neck all the way down to the navel.

Meng Ze's figure is very good. If those two scars are removed, he will have a good figure that men are looking for now.

Wu Shifeng's eyes still stayed on Meng Ze's belly without a trace of fat, and Meng Ze's entire palm was covered with paste.Wu Shifeng wasn't discouraged at all, instead he was smacked with joy by this slap.

Meng Ze hadn't fought him for a long time, and every time he spoke very harshly, but Wu Shifeng found that no matter how stubborn he was, Meng Ze would not greet him with real bullets, so Wu Shifeng kept pushing forward, and instead It was Meng Ze who unknowingly retreated steadily.

You still say you don't like me?

Every subtle change Wu Shifeng made to Meng Ze was like tidying up half of the winter clothes in the closet during the season change. lucky money.

Such a surprise and hard won.

"Wu Shifeng, you." Meng Ze was suddenly at a loss for words, and he froze for a few seconds before uttering, "Are you sick?"

Wu Shifeng's nose was almost crushed by Meng Ze, but he could still laugh. He teased, "It's a disease, but it's not cured. Are you responsible?"

Wu Shifeng said as he rubbed Meng Ze's waist, and shamelessly stuck it on: "I'm so fascinated, you're going to paralyze my soul just by standing here, and you're not responsible, you old rascal."

It's like five years of imitating three years of college entrance examinations!

Wu Shifeng has a lot of love stories, and he doesn't know which pheasant teacher taught elementary school Chinese. Every time he uses metaphors and adjectives, Meng Ze feels goosebumps all over his body, and what's more, it's just horrifying.

Meng Ze almost kicked him off the chair, but considering that Wu Shifeng's feet were bound by fishtails, he might really hit the ground with his feet, so he had to endure it.

He opened Wu Shifeng's two paws, met his eyes condescendingly, and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to die?"

Wu Shifeng was just about to continue saying, "Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic", but the old father's love that he almost forgot was suddenly awakened, and Merry didn't dare to be romantic anymore, so he quickly withdrew his hands: "Put on your clothes quickly, it's so cold God, what do you do if you have a cold?"

Meng Ze put on his clothes helplessly.

Who the hell wouldn't let him wear it?

"Let's go, Ariel." Meng Ze stretched out his hand towards him, Wu Shifeng's fishtail made it difficult for him to stand up.

Wu Shifeng smiled until the corners of his eyes curled up. He tightly grasped Meng Ze's hand and stood up.

Meng Ze looked into his eyes. He had seen such an expression before. Joy and love without desire/desire were clearly written in his eyes, but they were all in other people's stories before.

This is the first one... that can't be driven away by him.

"Why are you stunned? I'm so handsome?" Wu Shifeng raised his hand and hooked his shoulder.

"I was stunned by your shamelessness." Meng Ze's expression remained unchanged, and he led the half-crippled Wu Shifeng out.

After a scene was lined up, because of training for so long, the overall situation was relatively smooth.

Lin Kexin greeted everyone: "Everyone have a rest, and the last line will be over. Tomorrow night, remember to be in place before six o'clock, so you can't be late."

The second rehearsal also went well.

The students quickly changed their clothes and disappeared after a while. Huang Minshan and a few girls gathered around and wanted to invite the prince and the little mermaid to have supper together.

Wu Shifeng refused without even thinking about it: "It's getting late, you girls hurry home, and when you get home, report your safety in the group, you know?"

Several girls felt that Wu Shifeng was too warm and a gentleman, but Huang Minshan was a little disappointed—how could he be so nice to everyone?

Her eyes fell on Wu Shifeng, and her pupils suddenly shrank.Wu Shifeng was not on the stage, and his hands were still on Meng Ze's waist. Meng Ze frowned, but did not move.

Huang Minshan turned her head again, and saw Wu Shifeng smiling smugly...

"Min Shan, are you still leaving?" Wu Shifeng saw Huang Minshan who was in a daze, "Do you want me to call a car for you?"

"Need not……"

"Be careful on the road. You live far away, don't you? If it's convenient, send me a text message when you get home."

Huang Minshan: "Yes."

While walking outside, Huang Minshan secretly glanced back, and found that Meng Ze broke Wu Shifeng's hand after everyone was gone, and gave him a slap in the face.

Wu Shifeng didn't seem to be afraid of his murderous look, so he stuck to it with a shy face.

She rubbed the scarf, feeling an indescribable qi in her heart, stuffed in her chest.

His throat was a little dry, but he was still in shock.

Temporary locker room.

Wu Shifeng took off his wig, suddenly blessed with happiness, smiled conspiratorially and said to Meng Ze who was standing next to him, "Your Highness."

Meng Ze turned around: "Stop playing, change clothes quickly."

Wu Shifeng jumped up a few steps solemnly, pressed Meng Ze's shoulder, and spoke in an interpreter's voice very seriously: "Your Highness, I have a question that must be answered, maybe you will think I am presumptuous, oh wish God bless my doghead."

"His Royal Highness." He suddenly raised his voice, and then seemed embarrassed again, and finally turned into a barely audible mosquito voice, "May I kiss you?"

There is no such paragraph in the script, Meng Ze felt that he was joking, so he replied indifferently: "No..."

As a result, Wu Shifeng kissed him shamelessly, and it landed on his lips impartially.

Meng Ze's eyelashes were quite long, and he didn't open his eyes wide when he was shocked. His eyes were half-opened, not angry but not docile.

But Wu Shifeng's behavior was really offensive, Meng Ze felt that he would be riding on his own neck if this continued, and thought that he must teach this shameless person a lesson.

After thinking about it for a while, Meng Ze knew that kicking his stomach would hurt, so he had to settle for the next best thing, kicking Wu Shifeng's "fish tail".

In the end, it was really a mistake. When Wu Shifeng was about to fall, he reflexively hugged Meng Ze's waist. As a result, Meng Ze couldn't stand still and was also taken down by him.

Wu Shifeng steadfastly bore the weight of the two people falling to the ground, and his back felt numb for a moment, and then it started to hurt belatedly.

Wu Shifeng laughed like an idiot in pain and happiness, and by the way, he held Meng Ze in his arms and didn't let go: "This time you threw yourself into your arms, and you still say you don't like me?"

Meng Ze raised his head, but he pressed it down again. He gritted his teeth and said softly, "You look like a lunatic."

Crazy Wu rarely had such a good opportunity. If Meng Ze wanted to get up, he could just struggle a bit. Now this situation is completely giving himself a face.

He rubbed Meng Ze's hair. In fact, he had wanted to do this for a long time. The soft black hair felt good to the touch, and Wu Shifeng felt that it was much more advanced than his natural curly hair.

"You," Wu Shifeng put his chin on Meng Ze's head, "don't move, listen to me, okay?"

Meng Ze: "Is there anything you can't say before you stand up?"

Wu Shifeng pretended to be pitiful: "My waist is almost broken by you, and you still beat me—listen to me."

Meng Ze calmed down.

"Listen to me, I'll bother you one last time." Wu Shifeng paused, "I, Zhen, Xi, Huan, you, are not glib."

His finished manuscript was wiped out again, so Wu Shifeng could only improvise barrenly: "Can you think about me?"