my king

The next day, because they had to catch the train to Cambridge, a group of people set off early. Kang Jun was assigned a task by the director team, and he was in charge of everyone's suitcases.

Kang Jun pretended to look at Yang Yang sadly, "Brother, are you willing?"

"There's a taxi waiting at the door. I'll help you when we get to the train station." Yang Yang said, and when he heard Sister Han Yi calling him from the other side of the car, he waved his hand, ran to the side of the car and got in.

Zhang Qiling sat in the passenger seat of the taxi, turned around and continued to shoot. Because the car was not big, he was the only photographer allowed in, so the other people's video content was also handed over to him.Although the space is so small, one shot can always capture almost everyone.But why would Zhang Qiling use the camera in his hand to shoot other people?

He turned the angle and adjusted the focus, only Yang Yang was in close-up.

There were only Yang Yang and Cai Jing in the car, very quiet, because they were forced to wake up early, and the group of people felt sleepy when they were jolted in the car. Cai Jing took off her hat and covered her face to make up for it. wake up.

Yang Yang was also sleepy, but he didn't have the habit of going back to sleep, so he just looked out the window.He wanted to talk to his little brother, but he couldn't do it. Thinking about it, even if his little brother was with him all the time, the two of them didn't have as many chances to talk to each other as they did when they first met!

He thought, puffed his mouth, let out a breath, and blew the bangs on his forehead.Zhang Qiling looked at Yang Yang's childish behavior a little funny, he glanced at the camera in his hand, put on the lens cap, "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Yang Yang's eyes lit up when he heard the younger brother's words, and he subconsciously went to look at the sister Cai Jing who was in the same car. She was already asleep and could vaguely hear a little snoring. Yang Yang thought that he must lie when he got off the car. Sister Caijing, his photographer recorded all of Sister Caijing's snoring!

"I'm not sleepy." Yang Yang replied in a low voice.

When Zhang Qiling saw the child's eyes rolled and smiled, he guessed that he was up to something again, and didn't ask him, maybe he would find out later.

Yang Yang sat forward, and chatted with his younger brother about the past few days, as if he didn't know about it, obviously, his younger brother was following the shoot almost 24 hours a day, how could he not know?

But Yang Yang didn't expect this, just like when he came home from filming in the past, he was the one talking most of the time, and my little brother was listening, and from time to time he responded with two "hmm".

Originally, Zhang Qiling was still thinking that Yang Yang talked less this time when he went abroad to stay with a few strangers, but now it seems that he has accumulated all the words together and waited for an opportunity to pour them out all at once, which has increased. No reduction.

The corners of Zhang Qiling's mouth hooked up, Yang Yang lowered his voice to speak, his voice after changing his voice tended to be deep and mellow, this pressure became more obvious, and the child got closer to him, and the breath he exhaled sprayed in his ears, he Looking at Yang Yang, this person really doesn't feel anything at all.

Is it too natural, or too dull?Obviously, when he was asked to sleep with other men, he still struggled for a long time, and did psychological construction for himself-"Isn't it just sleeping, and I don't do anything else", now I don't think there is anything wrong with being so close to me and whispering place?

Yang Yang was stared at by the younger brother, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He rubbed his nose and said awkwardly, "Did I talk too much?"

"It's almost there." Zhang Qiling said.

Yang Yang glanced out the window, the London Railway Station was not far away from a crossroad, he glanced at the foreign boy driving the car with some regret, thinking how the driver was driving so fast, not everyone said it on the Internet Are traffic jams bad in the UK?

Zhang Qiling stretched out his hand to pat Yang Yang's head, and his hands were sympathetic and did not disturb him.

Yang Yang hugged his head and breathed a sigh of relief, slightly widened his eyes and looked at the little brother, giving him a harmless stare.Seeing Zhang Qiling take off the lens cover and start shooting again, Yang Yang called out Caijing in a low voice.

The red light time was a bit long, just enough to wake Caijing up completely, otherwise she would definitely catch a cold when she got out of the car and was blown by the cold London wind.

Caijing wiped her face, and when she got off the station and waited for other people, she heard Yang Yang whisper to herself, "Sister Caijing, you were so sleepy in the car that you were snoring."

"What!" Cai Jing yelled, and immediately glared at Yang Yang's follow-up photographer. Zhang Qiling didn't hear what Yang Yang said clearly, but seeing himself being stared at by Cai Jing, he guessed what he said. Seeing Yang Yang He was amused by the mischievous appearance, and continued to hold his camera, looking back indifferently.

Cai Jing was so choked by Zhang Qiling's gaze that she couldn't speak. Among the following photographers in this group, Yang Yang, the kid, was the most frightening.

Because they were not familiar with the environment, a group of people waited to find the station, and it was only two and a half minutes before the departure time.The few sisters who are used to being pampered and pampered rarely experienced the taste of the middle and high school running exams again.

Yang Yang and Kang Jun were pushing the suitcases of their sisters in a luggage cart. They had to run fast, but also run steadily so that the suitcases on the car did not fall off. This was a test of skill.Fortunately, when the door was about to close, a group of people rushed in.

Yang Yang grabbed the little brother's arm and dragged him in. Zhang Qiling was pulled violently by Yang Yang, and he quickly stabilized the camera in his hand, otherwise he would smash the child.

Yang Yang didn't realize that he was about to be smashed into disfigurement by the camera at all, he was still giggling over there, thankfully he caught up with the car, Cai Jing and Lu Min and the others saw Yang Yang's naive smile, and they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing come out.

They all knew in their hearts that even after the stipulated time, the train would still be waiting for them. This was all secretly arranged by the program team, and nothing was said.

Probably he could only deceive Yang Yang.

Looking at Qiu Yuan and Kang Jun again, they were really not deceived, as expected.

The train arrived in only 45 minutes, and four more taxis arrived at the motel they had booked. They had limited funds, so they had to find a relatively better motel for a few nights.

After visiting the rooms of the sisters, Yang Yang and Kang Jun couldn't help but have great expectations for their rooms—the rooms of the sisters are big and tidy, and the beds are standard kingsize, which looks comfortable.

He never expected to open the door and walk in. Behind a small corner is their bed, the size of the bed... This is clearly a single bed, right?Is it still a girl sleeping?A strawberry pillow was pressed in the center of the bed.

"Huh?!" Two boys called out.

Zhang Qiling patted after him, hearing the child's undisguised surprise and disappointment, he couldn't hold back a smile for a moment.

Standing side by side with the photographer and Zhang Qiling, Kang Jun glanced at the cold-faced Buddha next to him and smiled, his hands shook violently, and he immediately made a bitter face—this paragraph must be scrapped, his bonus I'm about to be detained again.

The author has something to say: I heard my friends say that my brother has too little role [the little brother silently raised the little black gold]......

So in this chapter let the little brother make more appearances! (Oh my god, I hope the TAT will not collapse)