Kuai Chuan is not a person

Wen Xi lowered his head: "Didn't you tell me to act like the director?"

Director Zhou said that he was very helpless, and he didn't know that you two could really act like this.

Zhou Zhiqi had no choice but to use Chu Lan as a knife: "Wen Xi can act a little more lingeringly, please take it for me."

Chu Lan nodded with a suppressed smile, indicating that he understood.

The rest went very smoothly, Lu Sinian carried Lu Zhan into his room, took off his coat, and planned to sleep with his younger brother for the night.

Wen Xi felt the temperature around him, and habitually burrowed into Chu Lan's arms, unconsciously close to his chest, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, sleeping extremely peacefully.

After the filming, Zhou Zhiqi specially praised him: "Did you design small movements on purpose before, it is very natural and very good."

Wen Xi pursed his lips and nodded, and Chu Lan on the side also praised him: "Director Zhou is right, you did a good job."

Seeing him smile embarrassedly, Zhou Zhiqi asked doubtfully, "Didn't you hire a tutor to teach you every movement?"

Knowing that he also owns the shares of Longteng Films, he and Wenxi's family have a good friendship, and he has always regarded Wenxi as a junior in his family, and he is very familiar with the words when asked.

Wen Xi exclaimed: "Is there such an operation?"

While maintaining the persona of a shy young man, he waved his hand to say no: "I thought of it myself."

In fact, it's just a habitual action.

Because it is instinctive, it is natural and intimate, and there is no trace of acting at all.

The highlight of "Sandalwood" was on Chu Lan, and Wen Xi filmed a few scenes sporadically, so he didn't have much to do that day.

He went back to the room by himself, his consciousness returned to his body, and he found that Chu Lan was still filming, trying to maintain his state, but he was actually very sleepy.

Chu Lan also found it strange that when he was playing with Wen Xi, he was radiant and radiant, but when he left, he felt so sleepy.

The Fengyoujing in his pocket unscrewed the lid by himself, and sent a trace of refreshing smell into Chu Lan's nose. Chu Lan wrinkled her nose, regained consciousness in an instant, and finished filming the scene.

After he finished filming, he went back to the rest room and took out the essential oil from his pocket.

Chu Lan smiled at him, not the kind of alienated and polite smile he usually had when socializing, but a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows, and he said:

"Thank you."

The essential oil in the bottle shook to show that he knew.

Chu Lan reached out and poked the irregular transparent patterns on the body of the bottle, and suddenly felt that these ugly patterns became much cuter.

Wen Xi saw that his eyes were still bloodshot, but there was still an afternoon of filming to be done, and his heart moved.

The bottle cap was suddenly loosened, and the green liquid in the small glass bottle gushed out, like a gust of green wind, circling around Chu Lan, before going back into the bottle.

Chu Lan's exhausted brain became much clearer, and she pulled herself together. She was about to tighten the bottle cap for it, but the door of the lounge was pushed open.

Knowing that he came in with the script, he wanted to talk to Chu Lan, but unexpectedly there was a smell of balm in the room. He fanned his nose with his hand, and asked, "Why does the whole room smell like balm?"

Because I like the taste.

Chu Lan naturally didn't say that, he found an excuse: "I'm a bit cold."

Zhou Dao replied: "I'm cold, then you wipe your stomach, that's more effective."

Chu Lan froze for a moment: "No."

Director Zhou waved the script to fan the wind, as if the smell would go away: "Then wipe it quickly, don't make your illness worse."

Chu Lan nodded. Seeing that he didn't move, Zhou Zhiqi asked suspiciously, "Don't you know where to wipe it? Do you want me to help you?"

Chu Lan quickly waved his hand to refuse, and when Zhou knew that he had gone out, he unscrewed the lid, poured out some essential oil, and rubbed it on his stomach.

Unexpectedly, too much was accidentally poured, and it flowed down the abdominal muscles, and one flowed over the top of the black shorts that were exposed at the bottom of the trousers...

The water droplets are still very big, and they can flow in if they flow down.However, it stops on the top of the pants very anti-gravity and anti-scientific, motionless, just does not flow in, which is very magical.

The green liquid turned red little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The system gasped: "Wow, Chu Lan is playing hooligan."