Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

It has entered deep winter, and the weather in the north is terribly cold.

The environment of the crew was even worse, there was no shelter from the wind everywhere, which was a pain for the actors.

They can't wear too thick clothes for filming, and they have to act like they are not cold at all. If anyone accidentally shudders, the whole scene may have to be restarted.

Therefore, often after a scene, the actors immediately ran into the relatively warm dressing room and put on thick down jackets.

Naturally, Shang Peng was not among the people who were afraid of the cold. Shang Peng had already developed a good physique from practicing kung fu since he was a child. Even if he only wore one piece of clothing now, he would not feel so cold.

But he still runs back to the dressing room after filming like everyone else, except he goes to put on gloves.

Gloves with a few small holes are not windproof, but Shang Peng just can't put it down. As long as Wu Xing makes it himself, even if it is full of holes, he is willing to wear it.

"Shang Peng."

At some point, the female assistant came to Shang Peng again and spoke in surprise.

Because there was no role for Liu Qing'er in the previous two days, the female assistant naturally didn't come over, but when she came today, she saw the gloves on Shang Peng's hands sharply.

How did he have the courage to wear such ugly gloves?

Shang Peng raised his head, saw that it was a female assistant again, and couldn't help frowning, "What's wrong?"

"What are you wearing?" The unknowing female assistant looked at the gloves that Shang Peng was protecting as a treasure with disgust, "Not only are there so many holes, but the color is so dirty, why are you wearing this? I'll give it to you What about the gloves, why don't you wear them?"

Originally, Shang Peng didn't have a good impression of this female assistant, but now he heard her slander Wu Xingzhi's gloves, his expression changed immediately, he looked at the female assistant coldly, and said a few words coldly, "You don't care is it on?"

Shang Peng is a good-tempered master, but if you dare to say Wu Xing is bad to his face, then I'm sorry, you just wait to be poisoned to death by his poisonous tongue.

The female assistant obviously didn't expect Shang Peng to say such a merciless sentence, her face turned pale, "You..."

"I can wear whatever I like, and I don't need you to tell me what to do."

"That's not what I meant..." The female assistant is not stupid, there must be a reason for Shang Peng's sudden change of attitude.Obviously, the reason was that she said something bad about the broken glove. "I mean, it's... such a cold day, your gloves... can't do much, and the one I gave you is fluffy, very warm. I... I just want to care about you, No other meaning."

"I don't care what you mean." Shang Peng got up from the stool, looked at the female assistant, and said calmly: "But I don't want to hear any more bad words from you about this glove."

"..." The female assistant stammered, "Oh, oh...I know...now."

"come over!"

Liu Qing'er, who was also resting at the side, didn't hear exactly what the two said, but from her assistant's expression, she could deduce that she must be sticking to Shang Peng's cold ass again.

"Oh! Oh... Sister Qing, what's wrong?"

Hearing Liu Qing'er's voice, the female assistant ran over immediately as if waking up from a dream, and asked.

"Just stay with me honestly." Liu Qing'er glanced at her and said coldly.

The female assistant lowered her head, "...um."

……

When Shangpeng came home at night, he heard singing as soon as he opened the door.

Following the sound, Shang Peng went all the way to the bedroom, and he saw Wu Xing singing intently.

Because both ears were plugged with earphones, and he sang too much, Wu Xing didn't hear Shang Peng's voice. He didn't see Shang Peng half leaning on the door frame until he turned around after a song She looked at him with an obvious doting smile in her eyes.

Wu Xing blushed, pulled off the earphones in a panic, ran to Shang Peng, bit his lip and asked embarrassingly, "Master Peng, how long have you been here?"

"It's not long," Shang Peng shrugged, "it's only one song."

Good guy, that's all I heard!

"What do you think?" Wu Xing wanted to hear Shang Peng's pertinent opinion, "What do you think of my singing just now?"

A narrow smile flashed in Shang Peng's eyes, "It sounds better than sawing."

"Dapengzi!!!"

"Haha..." Shang Peng looked at Wu Xing, who was so angry that his cheeks were bulging, and couldn't help laughing out loud. He pinched Wu Xing's cheek, "I'm lying to you! My cat sings very well. Really, It's the best song I've ever heard."

"Fake or not, you!" Wu Xing punched Shang Peng symbolically, but his face burst into uncontrollable smiles. Who doesn't like to hear compliments, and Wu Xing is no exception.

"I'm serious." Shang Peng leaned slightly and rubbed Wu Xing's face, "I really want to hear that..."

"Ok?"

"I really want to fuck you."

"Dapengzi, you can't be serious!" Wu Xing blushed, then quickly pushed Shang Peng away, and ran back to the original position, pretending to start singing again.

"Cat..."

Shang Peng called out unhappily from behind, "You put more emphasis on singing than sex."

When did this idiom exist?

The corners of Wu Xing's eyes twitched, and when he turned around, he saw Shang Peng's face wrinkled, as if I wanted you to comfort me, and if you didn't comfort me, I would be very, very sad.

Why is it getting longer and longer?

"Little friend Shang, you are already 28, so don't act coquettish and cute to me, is that okay?"

Who would have thought that Shang Peng, a rogue, would pout his mouth so hard, "Cat, you just focus on singing and don't talk to me, don't talk to me..."

With such an expression on Shang Peng’s face, it was as much disobedience as possible. Wu Xing couldn’t see it, so he took off his earphones and went back to Shang Peng’s side, comforting him: “Okay, Don't sing, just talk with you."

Shang Peng chuckled, then hugged Wu Xing, and began to rub happily, "Okay!"

"Dapengzi, are you free on New Year's Day?" After comforting Shang Peng, Wu Xing asked about the business.

Because Shang Peng almost came back after twelve o'clock in the evening these days, only a little earlier today, so Wu Xing had to confirm the time first.

"What?" Shang Peng raised his eyebrows, "You want to go out on a date with me?"

"Fuck you, I'm talking about business." Wu Xing said angrily, "Just say you're free or not?"

"I don't know, it depends on whether the director will give us a day off." Shang Peng sighed, "I guess it's unlikely."

Director Xu is a typical workaholic. Ever since the script was changed and the investors were pushing him hard, he became even crazier.

"Ah?" Wu Xing's face suddenly turned bitter, and he pouted unhappily, "Then you can't watch my performance?"

"Performance?" Shang Peng grabbed the keyword, "What performance?"

Wu Xing explained the matter, "It's like this. On the night of New Year's Day, our school will hold a New Year's Day party, and each teacher group will present a program, which can be regarded as an active atmosphere. The other teachers in our group have no talents. Think about it He locked his eyes on me and told me to sing a song, so I have been practicing just now. Speaking of which, this is the first time in my life to perform on stage, but you can't even come to see me..."

As Wu Xing spoke, he lowered his head, drooping his ears, not to mention how distressing he was.

Shang Peng was silent this time, and remained silent for a long time.

"Forget it, forget it," Wu Xing raised his head suddenly after comforting himself, and gave Shang Peng a smile, "In the future, there will be many opportunities for you to watch me, and it's okay if you don't look at me this time!"

Shang Peng touched Wu Xing's head and kissed him, "Cat, you're sensible now."

In the middle of the night, Wu Xing tossed and turned on the bed for a long time without falling asleep.Shang Peng's performance tonight really chilled Wu Xing, and he couldn't help wondering if Shang Peng didn't love him as much as before.

He didn't mean that Shang Peng had to ask for leave from the director just to watch his performance, or he would feel bad about it.But Shang Peng didn't express anything, he just said that he is so sensible, why is it so embarrassing.

Wu Xing stared at his eyes, bubbling with grievances in his heart.Could it be that Shang Peng has taken a fancy to someone else, and that's why he doesn't care about his affairs so much?

The more Wu Xing thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and finally he lost any sleepiness.Reluctantly, just when he wanted to get up and talk to Xiaoguang in the storage room, Shang Peng seemed to have a sense, and hugged Wu Xing into his arms without opening his eyes. He kissed Wu Xing's lips accurately and began to attack the city wantonly.

"Um..." The sudden kiss startled Wu Xing, he quickly reached out and patted Dapengzi's face, and said while hiding, "Hey, hey... um... What are you doing! Are you awake? Still asleep..."

Shang Peng didn't respond, just kissed so deeply.

Before Wu Xing lost his mind, he was sure he had heard a sentence.

"Cat, I love you."

While speaking, Shang Peng's eyes still did not open.

It should be a dream talk, it is said that the dream talk is true.

that……

Hehe...

After hearing this sweet love words, Wu Xing slept very soundly in the second half of the night.

……

Early the next morning, when Wu Xing woke up listening to the seven o'clock alarm clock, there was no one around him.

For many days, Shangpeng always went out early and returned late like this. Wu Xing turned over and touched the pillow next to him which was no longer warm, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

Say you love me, then you must love me.

After Wu Xing packed everything up, he went downstairs boldly and rode on that tyrannical and cool motorcycle.

This car was specially selected by Shang Peng. It was not as difficult to drive as his own, and it was particularly cool to drive.

For a person like Wu Xing who either walks or takes the bus all day, or rides a small electric donkey, this motorcycle can be said to be a magic weapon.

Putting the helmet on his head, Wu Xing twisted the handlebar, and the car immediately flew out, leaving only a burst of smoke.

"Teacher, your car is so handsome!"

"Yes, yes, where did you buy it?"

"..."

Every time Wu Xing rode it to the school gate, he would always be greeted with admiration from the little boys.

Boys in this age group envy motorcycles instead of Mercedes-Benz and BMW.

So every time they saw Wu Xing's motorcycle stop at the school gate, they would follow him all the way and strike up a conversation with Wu Xing, as if they were one step closer to the motorcycle.

Wu Xing wandered in their envy, overjoyed.

If he had a tail, it would probably be up to the sky!