It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

Chen Que, who graduated from the Film Academy in the same year as himself, is a classmate of the same department and a different class.

"I thought it shouldn't be the same name." Chen Que copied it in his pocket and leaned against the door frame, "I didn't expect it was really you, Song Ruoci."

Chen Que has a tall figure, with a somewhat sticky cropped head, and when he smiles, he will show eight neat teeth. The whole person is sunny, cheerful and talkative.

"Chen Que? Why are you here?" Although the two of them were classmates, they only nodded acquaintance. Song Ruoci had no intention of inviting him into the room, and just stood at the door and asked.

Chen Que smiled: "I'm a newcomer to the crew of "Nanshan", You Tianquan."

After the Xinghe incident fermented the day before yesterday, Cheng Liyang posted a Weibo saying that the role of You Tianquan would be played by a new actor. He did not expect to find a new actor so quickly, and he was someone he knew.

"That's it." Song Ruoci nodded, looked up and smiled, "Congratulations."

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" Chen Que asked with burning eyes.

Song Ruoci frowned imperceptibly, and politely refused: "I'm going to go to the film crew, and I'm afraid it will be too late if I delay any longer."

"Okay." Chen Que shrugged in disappointment, "Together?"

The repeated overtures and closeness made Song Ruoci inexplicably disgusted, and at this moment Wen Sen just arrived, "No need, I will go with my assistant."

Chen Que was still standing where he was, looking at Song Ruoci and Wen Sen's leaving backs, he suddenly smiled.

"It's really the flower of Gaoling."

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Because the crew hadn't arrived yet, Song Ruoci ate the breakfast Wen Sen brought for him in the rest area. Ye Cheng made a phone call.

It took a while for someone to answer, and Ye Cheng's voice sounded like he had just woken up: "What's the matter, baby? Missed me?"

His voice was already nice, but now it was hoarse and sleepy, which is the most foul.

Song Ruoci swallowed the little bun with difficulty: "Well, did I wake you up?".

Ye Cheng seemed to turn over, and there was a rustling voice: "It's okay, I was supposed to get up at this time, have you had breakfast?"

"I've eaten." Song Ruoci replied obediently, and truthfully reported his breakfast today, "There is milk, steamed buns and biscuits..."

"En." Ye Cheng uttered a long syllable, the initial sound was bit hard, and the final sound was light and elongated, which made Song Ruo's words a little boring early in the morning.

"I haven't eaten yet." Ye Cheng continued, "And there's nothing to eat here."

Song Ruoci swallowed the biscuit again with difficulty: "Go buy some bread or something to top it off? Don't be hungry."

"I don't want to eat these." Ye Cheng smiled lightly.

"What do seniors want to eat?" Song Ruoci absent-mindedly took a bite of the biscuit in his hand.

Ye Cheng looked at the little brother who was starting to raise the flag from his lower body, and smiled helplessly: "Well, I want to eat little meow."

Ye Cheng's words made Song Ruoci a little out of shape until the filming started, and he, who was hardly NG usually, made Cheng Liyang yell at him once for the first time.

The following scene is one of the most important scenes of the third young master, and it is the most prominent scene of the third young master besides his first appearance, a drunken battle in Jinwu hall.

This plot in the game is also shown in the form of cutscenes, involving more than 100 characters from eight sects. It is a grand scene, so shooting is extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive.

The third young master was in a state of drunkenness at the time of the drunken battle. In order to enter the play, Song Ruo drank some wine prepared by the sponsor, and also drank several sips during the acting process due to the need of the plot.

Because of Ye Cheng's words, he didn't enter the state and cut the scene several times. Song Ruoci patted his flushed cheeks and decided to let it go, so he picked up the wine bowl and took another sip.

"I want to eat little meow."

This sentence popped into his mind again, Song Ruoci shook his hands, and accidentally took a big gulp...

"The 110th scene of "Nanshan" takes four times in one shot, Action!"

"You all say that you are a respectable and decent family." The third young master held a white jade jug in his hand, and took a sip from the spout, "I would like to ask you, what kind of standard is this famous and decent family?"

The young man was dressed in a green shirt, and his eyes were slightly blurred, but he couldn't hide the wildness and contempt in his eyes, "Is there anyone who can come out and say, what kind of person can become a decent family?"

The whole hall was silent, the third young master took another sip of wine, narrowed his eyes slightly, showing his small canine teeth, "Look, do I count?"

After he finished speaking, he burped unscrupulously.

After all, it was You Tianquan who was young and energetic, and he couldn't stand it anymore, "Third Young Master, don't be too presumptuous! This is Jinwu Palace! It's not your Nanshan!"

And the third young master seemed to ignore this sentence, with a smile on his face, "Nanshan..."

As he said, he walked slowly towards You Tianquan, and when he approached, he took out the bong at his waist and placed it on You Tianquan's chin, squinting his eyes with a chilling light, "What are you, how dare you Ask Nanshan in front of me?"

"Song Ruoci!" You Tianquan was furious, he opened the bong on his chin with one palm, and was about to jump out from behind the table.

"Card! Card! Card!"

Cheng Liyang yelled out from behind the screen, holding back her anger and pinching the space between her brows helplessly.

"Lines." Seeing that Cheng Liyang was in a bad mood, He Mingjing simply finished singing the red face, "Chen Que, your lines are wrong."

Chen Que was taken aback, and thought about it carefully, he seemed to have called Song Ruoci's name just now.

Song Ruoci's cheeks were a little red, and the makeup artist applied another layer of makeup on him. He squinted his eyes and looked around, feeling like everyone was Ye Cheng.

"Come again." Cheng Liyang waved his hand, and all the props, lighting and group performances returned to their original positions.

"Scene 110 of "Nanshan" takes five times in one shot, Action!"

Fortunately, this pass went smoothly, and the crew left after filming, but Song Ruoci was probably really drunk.

As soon as he changed his clothes, he saw Chen Que jogging all the way over, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I just recited the wrong lines NG, which caused you to drink again."

"Huh?" Song Ruoci's head was a little dizzy, and he was a little awkward in speaking, "No, it's okay, I also NGed several times..."

Song Ruoci didn't know how intoxicated she was when she said this, her fair face was stained with crimson alcohol, her narrowed eyes gleamed with light, her delicate nose was a little red in the autumn wind, and she faltered as she spoke The voice is also urn urn.

"I..." Chen Que swallowed, and reached out to hold Song Ruoci's shoulder, "I'll take you back."

"Need not."

Just as Chen Que finished speaking, another voice sounded.

Ye Cheng's eyes swept over Chen Que coldly, and at the same time separated his hands, "I'll send him back."

Song Ruoci was in a daze, when he saw someone coming, he burst into a smile, stretched out his arms and called Ye Cheng sweetly, as if he was going to pounce on him.

Ye Cheng tried his best to control himself, keeping Song Ruoci at a safe distance, even though he frowned at him, the distressed look in his eyes still flowed out.

Less than three days after I left, someone who coveted the child appeared and even tried to send him back.

"Goodbye." After Ye Cheng said, he glanced at Chen Que and left with Song Ruoci.

Wen Sen took a cool look at Chen Que, who was standing still, and hurriedly followed.

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When Ye Cheng came back this time, he had booked a room for himself. As soon as he entered the door, he directly pushed Song Ruoci behind the door, and kissed him overwhelmingly.

As if in agreement, Song Ruoci jumped onto Ye Cheng with a light jump, her legs shamelessly wrapped around Ye Cheng's waistline, her hands hugged him, and her back leaned against the cold door.

At the same time as the palate was swept heavily, all the enthusiasm from the whole body ran to the lower abdomen, stirring up a sense of spring.

Taking advantage of the time to catch his breath, Ye Cheng pinched Song Ruoci's face and asked, "Honey, who was that person just now?"

Song Ruoci was drowsy from drinking, his face was a lovely pink, and his eyes were blurred. He answered irrelevantly: "Senior, I'm so dizzy..." After speaking, he shook his head, as if he wanted to take this Feeling dizzy and running away.

With a childish movement, Ye Cheng's anger was raised again, he bowed his head and kissed the person in his arms heavily, "Who was that person just now?"

"I don't know." Song Ruoci shook his head slightly, humming.

Seeing his appearance as if he was really drunk, Ye Cheng shook his head, intending to get him some hangover soup, and torture him after he wakes up.

Unexpectedly, the moment he got up, Song Ruoci yelled: "No!"

"Huh?" Ye Cheng hugged him back, "What's wrong with my baby? What don't you want?"

Song Ruoci shook his head, buried his head on Ye Cheng's neck, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't go."

Ye Cheng hugged him out of bed, gently stroked his back like he was chubby, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Be good, I won't go, I'm right here."

The soft touch brought reassuring power, Song Ruoci temporarily stopped moaning while hanging on Ye Cheng, but before Ye Cheng took a few steps, he suddenly felt his shoulders wet, he touched that little head: "Baby? "

Song Ruoci cried tearfully, his eyelashes were wet, the ends of his eyes were stained pink, his little nose twitched, he pursed his mouth and shouted aggrievedly: "Ye Cheng."

It looked like he had just been bullied by himself.

Ye Cheng's arms around him tightened instantly, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, wondering if kids like to cry when they're drunk?So childish and cute.

He restrained himself to kiss the wet eyes, and wiped away the hot tears: "Why are you crying, baby?"

"I didn't cry." Song Ruoci suddenly stretched out his hand to wipe his face nervously, and said forcefully, "You are crying."

"Okay." Ye Cheng hugged him up, "I'm crying."

But who would have thought that Song Ruoci just finished wiping his face, and cried again on Ye Cheng's shoulder, this time weeping more fiercely, and choked up: "I, I like you...seven, seven years...how did you So, you don't like me?"

Hearing these words, Ye Cheng felt a little sour. The two of them had a secret love for seven years and the other six years, adding up to thirteen years. If his courage came earlier and he wrote Song Ruoci's life earlier, what would happen? Wouldn't it be a different scene?

However, now he can only lie back on the bed with her in his arms, comforting him patiently: "Don't cry, I like you the most. Sorry, I didn't come to you sooner."

"No... I like you the most." Song Ruoci shook his head, and unconsciously whispered while shedding tears, "I like you the most."

"Okay, you like me the most." Ye Cheng kissed the aggrieved little mouth again, "You like me the most, don't you?"

"Yeah." Song Ruoci squinted and lay in Ye Cheng's arms, gasping for breath.

Watching the drunk kid confide his sincerity sentence by sentence, the corners of Ye Cheng's mouth slowly curved. He neither pretended to be calm nor pretended to be an upright gentleman. He grabbed Song Ruoci's hand and touched it below him. There was bewitching in the voice: "Do you want it or not."

Song Ruoci was almost coaxed by him, and he was also kissed to a point where he nodded blankly, and took the initiative to lean forward to kiss him, grabbing him gently.

Ye Cheng directly turned over and pushed him down, closed his eyes and pinched his chin and kissed him. The child's mouth was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and was immediately invaded by a touch of sweetness. The two interweaved and gradually formed a suffocating Feel.

After roughly tearing off his shirt, his fair skin with light pinkness was exposed in front of his eyes. Ye Cheng pressed his lips together with red eyes, leaving lovely marks on the pure land.

However, the beautiful idea was destroyed by the sudden touch, and the place where it touched was wet and furry.

After Ye Cheng opened his eyes, his head hurt from anger.The child who had been crying just now was gone, and there was only an orange cat sleeping soundly in his arms, with his small chest rising and falling with his breath.

Ye Cheng: ...

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