don't like you

"The next set is going to be different, you guys go change your clothes first." Jiang Huichong smiled at the two of them, and walked to another set scene first.

It was a sea of ​​roses, and a long glass table was placed in the middle. Under the cold light, it was cool and cool, and it was incompatible with the bright red rose petals scattered around.

And at the end of the long table, there is also a glass chair, and the silver gun is placed upright in it, the metallic luster is cold and impersonal.

This outfit turned out to be a tuxedo.

When Zhong Shufang put on his tie, Song Jingcong opened the curtain and came out. The white tuxedo made him tall and elegant, and his legs wrapped under the suit pants were straight and slender.

Before Zhong Shufang had time to open his mouth, Song Jingcong grabbed his tie, and Zhong Shufang bent down just like the scene he had just filmed, but he didn't have any playfulness or provocation, just looked at him with a smile. Looking into Song Jingcong's eyes.

"This time we are enemies." Song Jingcong said confidently with perverted eyes.

"Well, it's the enemy." Zhong Shufang agreed, and didn't get up in a hurry, so he simply imprinted Song Jingcong's lips with this gesture, until the kitten with its teeth and claws was kissed until Zhong Shufang put away all its minions. straighten up.

"Then please be merciful, Zai Zai."

In the last theme, they are indeed enemies, tit for tat but lingering.

"Shoot Xiao Song alone first." Jiang Hui's eyes were poisonous, and his eyes paused on Song Jing's crimson cheeks for a moment before he understood what was going on. on."

He was a little worried before that there were too many outsiders in the last scene, and Song Jingcong's state could not meet the requirements, but now it is all right, and Zhong Shufang helped him solve it in advance.

Fortunately, Jiang Hui's eyes swept across, Song Jing never noticed, he nodded with a smile, and stood under the light.

Zhong Shufang was not surprised by Jiang Hui's arrangement. He shrugged his shoulders under the other's meaningful eyes, and stood behind Jiang Hui with a chuckle, "I won't go to the lounge, just take a look here."

"As you wish." Jiang Hui replied indifferently.

"Take off the jacket, untie the neckline and pull it down." Jiang pointed back to the blank space covered with a thick layer of rose petals, "Walk over and turn your head to the side to give me a profile."

Song Jingcong did as he did, turning his head to one side and pulling down the neckline, revealing improperly attached glandular stickers and faint teeth marks.

Jiang Hui stroked his chin and pondered for a few seconds, then pointed to the back of his neck, and asked the two present, "Can this be photographed?"

The place where Jiang Hui stood was a bit dim, and before Song Jingcong realized what place he was referring to, Zhong Shufang's voice came over first, "Yes."

Song Jingcong:?

In the next second, Alpha walked up to him and pulled him up, "Zai Zai, the big photographer asked if we can take pictures of our teeth marks, do you have confidence in me?"

"It's not all sticking." Song Jingcong's cheeks turned red again, "Why did Jiang Hui see the teeth marks?"

"It's my fault that I didn't paste it well. Maybe I accidentally rubbed it crookedly while I was sleeping." Zhong Shu knew it well, and looked at Song Jingcong sincerely, "Don't worry, baby, I bite it nicely."

After obtaining consent, Jiang Hui took a few photos from different angles and was not satisfied. He stared at the photos in the camera and frowned, "Tear off the gland stickers and re-stick them, revealing some traces. Unbutton the shirt again." Open two."

"Is it a little too much to untie the two?" Zhong Shufang first questioned.

"Well, it's a bit." Jiang Hui thought about the camera in his hand, "You go too, sprinkle flower petals on it, and just give me a profile."

Zhong Shufang gave a thumbs up: "I like this idea."

Song Jing raised his hands above his head, turned his head to one side, his eyes were covered with a black sand belt, and his snow-white skin was tinged with crimson, light and pink.A lot of red roses fell on his body, layer upon layer, curling down slightly, like the sunset glow falling on the world, willing to serve as a foil to reflect the beautiful young man.The exposed part of the white neck is crookedly stuck to the glandular patch, and the crescent-shaped bite marks under the peach and grass are neatly telling something silently under the warm apricot-colored light.

Looking down, Zhong Shufang squatted aside, his tall waist wrapped in a black tuxedo, he seemed to be smiling, staring intently at the person lying in the red rose, infinitely lingering.

There are too many emotions hidden in those eyes, the ups and downs of love and hate, endless lingering, and finally freeze in the rolling reluctance.

See you next time, it will be the enemy.

"Visual feast." Jiang Hui applauded excitedly, giving Zhong Shufang and Song Jingcong a very high evaluation.

Zhong Shufang pulled Song Jingcong up, buttoned the man's shirt tightly, took the coat handed over by the dressmaker and put it on Song Jingcong before turning around and thanking Jiang back.

Jiang Hui was amused to see Zhong Shufang's actions, and joked: "What are you doing, I have to make up for the solo scene, I just forgot."

"You can forget to take a solo shot." Zhong Shufang pulled his shirt tie again, "Jiangshe is a well-known working machine."

"Okay, okay, sort out your emotions, and get ready for the next shot. You said work early and end early." Jiang Hui saw that he couldn't fool anyone and shrugged and immediately entered work mode.

The long glass table that had been arranged earlier came in handy. The prop master hurried over and handed Song Jingcong a pair of white gloves. The small silver gun was even more cold against the pure white background. Song Jingcong was expressionless. Staring at the muzzle of the gun for a while, hatred gradually emerged in his eyes, intertwined with the remaining shallow love.Indescribably demagogic.

Zhong Shufang's sitting posture was quite relaxed, one hand was placed on the table and beat to the beat of the music, and there was even a spring-like smile on his face.

When Song Jingcong pointed the gun at him, the smile on Zhong Shufang's face disappeared in an instant. He stood up and rested his hand casually on the back of the glass chair. The shadow in his eyes was deeply hidden.The already stunning face is even more inaccessible under the blessing of deliberate indifference.This person was born like this, growing up in the extremely cold place like a snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, blending with the surrounding coldness, as if nothing in this vast world could enter his eyes.

Including this one in front of him - this former lover, today's enemy.

Two people, one black and one white, with a silver gun, confront each other.

The shooting scene was terribly quiet for a while, except for the sound of Jiang Hui constantly pressing the shutter, the staff members who surrounded him from afar dared not let out their breath, for fear of disturbing the aura between the two of them.

A good photo can show the core of the story and give people unlimited reverie.

Fortunately, they were able to be on the shooting scene.

Jiang Hui quickly flipped through a group of photos and was full of praise, "It's very good, very good, it's ready to eat."

The staff of the props team woke up like a dream, trotted out plates of exquisite meals, and the lighting team also removed the cold white light and replaced it with a warm orange light.

The cold glass long table is covered with a red velvet tablecloth, and the crystal vase next to it is filled with delicate red roses.

Song Jingcong and Zhong Shufang took off their tuxedos and put on casual suit jackets. They held a glass of red wine in each hand, shook them in a beautiful arc, raised their glasses, and smiled at each other.

This should be the first scene of this group of pictures, all love and hate have not emerged, they toasted, just to celebrate the encounter.

Zhong Shufang picked up a piece of pudding, and Song Jing held his chin with both hands, smiling.

In the next second, Zhong Shufang handed the pudding in front of him, smiled and waved at Song Jingcong's slightly astonished expression, and walked towards the door.

Song Jing turned his head to look at his figure, then lowered his head and smiled sweetly.

The same was true for Zhong Shufang who had already walked to the door. He stopped at the corner, looked intently at Song Jingcong's side face, and then curled up the corners of his mouth with gentle eyebrows.

"It's over, thank you everyone." As soon as Jiang Hui finished speaking, the staff who had been careful not to speak loudly finally waited for the release order to let out a small exclamation.

It seems that Song Jingcong and Zhong Shufang's way of getting along with each other possesses extraordinary magic power, the movements of eyebrows and eyes, if you are here, I will not be able to see other people anymore.

When the two came out after changing their clothes, they were surprised that Jiang Hui hadn't left. Instead, he sat in the dressing room and looked at his phone leisurely, as if he had been waiting for them for a long time.

Zhong Shufang's vigilance radar stood up and he moved to stand between the two of them, relying on his height to completely cover Song Jingcong.

Jiang Hui took a panoramic view of this set of little tricks and didn't open his mouth to laugh at Zhong Shufang, but Song Jingcong walked out from behind Zhong Shufang first, and thanked him politely.

"I'm also very happy to be able to take pictures of you." Jiang Hui was in a good mood, ignoring Zhong Shu's eyes staring at him from the side, and tapped his phone twice, "Why don't you add a WeChat."

Before Song Jingcong could nod or shake his head, Zhong Shufang interrupted viciously, "No!"

Then Alpha turned his head and looked at Song Jingcong aggrievedly, "I can pass on a message if I have a job."

Jiang Hui silently enjoyed Zhong Shufang's face-changing show, and stopped teasing the two of them. Looking back, they thought that their character was not good enough.

"Just kidding, you don't need to add your personal contact information. If I have a job, I will go directly to your agent. I have dropped a picture for you. You won't be disappointed if you accept it."

Zhong Shufang looked down, and sure enough a request popped up, he reluctantly believed Jiang Hui's words and clicked to accept.

It is a picture of a classroom. Song Jingcong ran to catch up with him from behind and tiptoed to say something. When he heard footsteps, he turned his head and brushed Song Jingcong's eyes with his lips. In Jiang Hui's camera Next is a light kiss.

"I won't post this one to stimulate your girlfriend fans, but I personally like it very much, and you should like it too." Jiang Hui explained.

Zhong Shufang snorted and still ignored him, only Song Jingcong thanked him from the side.

Tsk, I overplayed my game.

Jiang Hui was speechless secretly, and explained more: "Although I like Xiao Song's type of Omega, you also know that I don't mess around, and I don't covet other people's boyfriends."

It’s okay if you don’t explain this sentence, but if you explain it, it will become darker and darker. Zhong Shufang’s face turned dark after hearing the first half sentence, and he said through gritted teeth: “What do you like?”

"Nothing, nothing." Jiang Hui shook his head again and again, and rushed out the door with his camera bag, "It's getting late, I'll go first, I wish you happiness."

Song Jingcong stuffed his hand into Zhong Shufang's and shook it lightly, "Let's go too, ambassador Zhong Shufang who eats vinegar for no reason."

Zhong Shufang withdrew his gaze from Jiang Hui's back, and looked at Song Jingcong with dissatisfaction.

How can he be jealous, Jiang Hui, an Alpha, even said that he likes Song Jingcong, this type of Omega, his family is unique, how can there be such a type?

Song Jingcong tilted his head and smiled when he saw this, and tiptoed to Zhong Shufang's ear, "But I only like you."