After the official announcement with the disabled actor

The shooting studio on the set has already set up a posture, surrounded by the crowd, and the cameraman is standing in front of the tripod to adjust the machine.

Ting Miao ran like a willow branch in the wind with her skirt in her hand, and followed the large army.

As soon as he was ready, the director began to explain the shooting of the makeup photos.

In addition to the single-person poster, there are also two people. Director Zhou linked the script and said eloquently: "Chu Fengmo is a poetry collector. Although he is chic and loves freedom, he has never forgotten his duty. It is his responsibility to collect the words of the people and present them to the emperor." Determination and revenge. Therefore, no matter when or what happens, Chu Fengman's heart is calm and calm."

"Xiaoting." Director Zhou stepped forward to help Ting Miao straighten his posture, and said, "You can laugh, but keep your eyes steady."

Ting Miao nodded: "I know."

Although Ting Miao has only debuted for four years, he has never neglected his acting skills during these four years.

Talented and intelligent, superb acting skills are the evaluations given to him by seniors in the industry. He has a strong comprehension ability, and he quickly poses after Director Zhou's on-demand broadcast.

"Xiaoting's sense of camera is my favorite. He can capture the camera at any time and respond with the most perfect expression. This is a talent." Zhou Dao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Hearing this, Fu Ying glanced at Ting Miao in the shed.

The young man has thin bones, a tall figure, red lips and white teeth, and a pair of deer eyes that are harmless to humans and animals. He is seriously discussing gestures with the photographer.

After Ting Miao finished filming, Fu Ying followed.Everyone thought that Fu Ying had been wasted for three years, hadn't filmed, and the sense of the camera had long since disappeared. They didn't expect that his shooting speed was faster than Ting Miao's. In just a few minutes, the photographer was extremely satisfied.

The two-person poster in the back is also considered simple, the two are next to each other, there are no other movements, mainly eye scenes.

After finishing the filming neatly, Ting Miao was still unsatisfied.

The screenwriter suddenly thought of something at this time, and suggested to the director: "I think, while the makeup and hair are okay, I will take another photo of a couple and use it for the announcement."

Ting Miao's slender and fine eyelashes fluttered, and he reluctantly rushed in front of the screenwriter teacher.

The director's eyes lit up: "Do you have an idea?"

"That's right." The screenwriter smiled mysteriously: "Teacher Fu, Mr. Ting, come here and try it out."

The screenwriter pulled the two leading actors to guide the action, and asked for their opinions while talking. Director Zhou watched the negatives around the photographer, and occasionally turned to look at the situation over there, and captured Ting Miao's increasingly popular Face.

Director Zhou frowned suspiciously.

Just thinking about it, the screenwriter came over with a smile on his face.

Ting Miao and Fu Ying walked into the shed on their own initiative.

Fu Ying's movements were simple. Sitting in a wheelchair, her eyes were lowered, as if she was looking at something.

Director Zhou was at a loss.

At this time, the screenwriter was already eager to try, seeing that Ting Miao was still standing still, he raised his voice to remind him, and then recalled Ting Miao's thoughts.

He quickly glanced at Fu Ying, straightened the hem of his skirt, and knelt down on the ground.

The body is leaning against Fu Ying softly, and the head is also on his lap.But Ting Miao didn't dare to use force, just leaned his head there lightly.

The two were very close, Ting Miao's face became hot, and he lay beside him without moving.

The photographer's eyes lit up and he snapped a few shots immediately.

This scene is really gentle, the two are one up and one down, like cuddling.Fu Ying's deep eyes were lowered, and his eyes fell on the top of Ting Miao's head. After the screenwriter's explanation, his eyes showed dependence, and he was very involved in the play.

There were a few little girls around with bright eyes and blushed involuntarily.

"Let's just say it quietly, they are really a good match."

"Low-key, low-key, woo woo woo... It's so obvious!"

"Please hold back!"

"Ting Miao is obedient and clever, so white and tender, Mr. Fu is full of hormones! Those eyes, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The screenwriter was very satisfied, and explained the modeling inspiration: "Chu Fengmo and Huo Wan depend on their souls. In the subsequent development of the plot, I really want to express this theme of mutual salvation through posters."

She looked at the director: "Director Zhou, you don't need to post the makeup announcement on Weibo, why don't you use this set for promotion when it's about to air?"

The director was also excited: "Okay, I will do as you said."

After speaking, the two went to the photographer to look at the negatives.

The place where the head touched the legs gradually became hot. Ting Miao glanced at the director team who were chattering and discussing, assuming that the filming was still going on, he was reluctant to leave at all, his heart was flattered and secretly happy.

Stay for a while, just a little while.

It's a pity that his joyful expression was too revealing. Although Fu Ying didn't feel any sensation in his legs, he could still feel the movement of the man lying on his legs.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the hair crown on top of Ting Miao's head.

"Director, if it's nothing, I'll walk around first." Fu Ying said lightly.

The filming has been completed, Zhou Dao is discussing with the photographer, and when he heard the question, he said casually: "Everyone rests first, and the show starts at ten o'clock."

The circle of staff dispersed in a swarm.

Fu Ying turned the wheelchair, ignored Ting Miao, and left directly.

It was also thanks to Ting Miao that he didn't use all his strength to touch it, otherwise he would definitely fall down. Seeing Fu Ying leaving the studio with a strange expression, he immediately followed without thinking about it.

The thin moon white outer shirt fluttered with the movement of standing up, completely hiding the slim and exquisite body.

Fu Ying slid her wheelchair and walked straight towards the small woods slightly outside the set.

The autumn wind is blowing, wrapped in coolness.

Although there are many layers of ancient costumes, they are very light and thin, and the breeze blows in from the neckline of the pavilion, making him refreshed all over.

Ting Miao did not walk fast, but followed slowly.

When she was about to walk into the woods, Fu Ying stopped her wheelchair suddenly, without looking back, she said directly, "Don't follow me."

When it was discovered, Ting Miao didn't need to hide it.

He ran over with the hem of his skirt, just like the action in the filming just now, kneeling and half kneeling in front of Fu Ying.

Looking up at Fu Ying, his eyes were clear, and his eyes did not move away from Fu Ying's deep-lined face, which contained all his admiration and longing for four full years.

Fu Ying frowned, her eyes dimmed.

He leaned over, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Ting Miao's tender face, his face darkened: "What exactly do you want?"

This time the pinch was much lighter, and Ting Miao was able to speak, but his mouth was bulging, and what he said was muttering like a baby.

"You seem to like pinching my face very much." Ting Miao pouted.

Fu Ying didn't speak, but let go of her hand.

Ting Miao muttered unhappily: "You really don't seem to remember me."

From such an angle, Fu Ying can look down at Ting Miao from a high position, and can easily see his slender and beautiful neck, even the small Adam's apple.

"I remember." Fu Ying stared at his soft hair scattered on his shoulders: "Three years ago, the Golden Tree Award."

Ting Miao shook his head and said stubbornly, "No, I didn't mean that time."

Even earlier.

It was when he first entered the entertainment industry. At that time, he was only 16 years old.

Seeing Fu Ying's indifferent expression, Ting Miao must have forgotten it.

He was not very frustrated, he licked his lips, and spoke softly, as if he was talking to himself: "Anyway, no matter what...Mr. Fu, I finally met you, and I will do anything for you. Similarly, you You can do whatever you want."

His voice was soft and soft, but Fu Ying still heard it.

Before Ting Miao could react, Fu Ying's eyes darkened a little, she put her hands on the wheelchair, and slowly leaned over.

"Really?" He stared closely at Ting Miao's wet crimson lips and those eyes that symbolized the harmlessness of humans and animals.

Slowly approaching the body, it brings a warm feeling like a burning fire.

Ting Miao's face instantly burned.

"Since you can do anything..." Fu Ying lowered her voice, and it fell into his ear: "Then, do you want to do it?"

Seeing him narrowing his eyes, Ting Miao felt a palpitation in his heart, shrank his neck calmly, and stretched out his hands to rub his hot ears, before he was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"Teacher Fu." Ting Miao bit his lower lip and said slowly, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Fu Ying was slightly stunned, her overly sharp and oppressive eyes wandered over Ting Miao's bewildered face, and when she touched those misty round eyes, she couldn't help thinking:

Sure enough, he was still a child.

People in the circle are talking about Ting Miao's deep background, and I'm afraid it's because of someone behind the scenes that he is still so ignorant in the mixed entertainment circle.

Fu Ying pulled out a small smile: "It's right if you don't understand, you answer yes or no."

The air is particularly refreshing near the grove.

The rustling autumn wind brought the tenderness of the leaves, but it failed to caress the dryness of Ting Miao's cheeks.

Ting Miao maintained the original posture, looked up at Fu Ying, blinked his bright eyes twice, and said with a smile: "I am willing, I am willing to do whatever Teacher Fu says."

Fu Ying's face was sullen, trying to find a trace of pretentiousness in Ting Miao's expression.It's not like he hasn't seen people pretending to be pure. Whether it was three years ago or the current VEJ International, there are always people who want resources and lick their faces and come to him for dedication.

The sweet talk, sweet talk, seems to be a master of the game, he watched it for a long time and listened to it, so he didn't care.

But Ting Miao in front of him, with clear eyes, looked at him intently and admiringly, he was too innocent and pure, even his voice was full of natural coquettishness.

Fu Ying became agitated in a strange way.

He frowned and looked away.

After a second, he said in a deep voice, "Forget it."

But Fu Ying didn't expect that after Ting Miao heard the words, he puffed up his cheeks, said "ah" regretfully, even raised his eyes, and asked him innocently: "Aren't you going to do it?"

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Fu Ying's mouth, and he said happily, "You think?"

"I think so." Ting Miao pursed his lips, not thinking about it, but said seriously: "Mr. Fu will never harm me."

Fu Ying's expression froze for a few seconds.

During these few seconds, Ting Miao suddenly seemed impatient, and his eyes frequently showed puzzlement: "What do you mean, uh... If you don't tell me, I will go to the senior and ask, he will definitely tell .”

After all, straighten your body and get ready.

Fu Ying's face turned dark immediately, and without warning, her hand on the wheelchair suddenly tightened.

"Don't go!" Fu Ying blurted out.

With a tug of his hand, he pulled Ting Miao onto his lap involuntarily.