[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

"Oh," Song Qi leaned over to let him in, and said tentatively, "I was chatting with your little fan just now."

"Oh?" An Yao paused when he entered the door, then turned his head and asked him calmly, "What are you talking about?"

Song Qi sneered: "Of course I'm talking about how handsome you are, may I show you the chat history?"

"No need." An Yao walked to the sofa and sat down, flipped through the script in his hand, "I'm playing against Xu Wenjun tomorrow, are you nervous?"

Song Qi tilted her head in doubt: "Why are you nervous?"

Xu Wenjun is a new-generation actor who has become popular in recent years because of his role as the second male lead in TV dramas. He played the role of a powerful evil prince who only loves beauties in "Supplements".There was originally a shot of him in the first scene, but due to the tight schedule, a double was found to film for him in that scene, without showing his face, only his voice.

And tomorrow will be his first day in the group, and as soon as he arrives, there will be a vulgar scene of the prince robbing the "folk girl".

But Song Qi felt that there was nothing to be nervous about. He had faced so many scenes with the legendary Anda actor whose acting skills exploded.

An Yao shook his head, knowing that he misunderstood what he meant, raised his eyes to glance at him, and said calmly: "You have been playing against me these days, and the style of play has formed an inherent pattern. If you change someone, your state, expression, and psychology will change accordingly, and you may not be able to adjust and adapt in time."

"Besides, I have played against Xu Wenjun before, and his personal style is very distinctive, which may lead you astray." An Yao put the script on the sofa and stood up, "Just in case, I will have a confrontation with you in advance. For tomorrow's game."

Woohoo, An Yao is too kind.

Song Qi was moved to the point of tears, wishing he could give him a bear hug right away.

By the way, let's take a look at today's spiritual power.

Who knew that just as he pounced forward, An Yao pressed his shoulder fiercely and warned, "Don't hug him."

He found out in the past few days that Song Qi was getting clingier day by day, almost as if he was treating him like a nanny. Seeing that his attitude had softened a bit, he started to push forward, kissing and hugging came easily, and he He was happy and contented, but An Yao was drinking poison to quench his thirst and could not be satisfied.

If this goes on like this, he will wonder if he turned into a mosquito coil and fell in love with Song Qi.

An Yao was paralyzed in his heart: the gift was just because he sang well, and the reason for giving him a play was because he could improve himself by the way. As for helping him to anger fans... that was because Yu Li let him sing. The two of them interacted more, and he had to take on the responsibility of a senior to take care of the younger.

Well, yes, that's it.

After thinking through all this, An Yao felt that his heart was as calm as water, so his attitude became more determined: "You are not allowed to touch your hands, let alone drink from the cup I drank."

"Why...why..." Song Qi was extremely wronged, and asked pitifully while tugging at the corner of his clothes, "Do you think I'm annoying and want to abandon me all the time. …”

Don't QAQ him like this, it will really kill a fox.

"No..." An Yao stopped suddenly in the middle of his words, squinted his eyes and looked at Song Qi, "You tell me, where did the 'beginning' come from, and where did the 'abandon' come from? "

Song Qi stopped talking, and just watched him shed tears "pat pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa ", and scolded An Yao for being a "scumbag" while crying.

An Yao: "..."

He was out of breath from crying, and was in a terrible embarrassment, with tears running down his pretty face, like a little cat that was ruthlessly abandoned by its master.

"Come on, don't cry," An Yao walked around a little irritably, and compromised, "Just pretend that I didn't say it's okay, come, come, play with each other."

Song Qi seemed to have a lacrimal gland switch installed on her body. Hearing this, she really stopped crying. She quickly swallowed her tears, obediently picked up the script and rubbed it next to An Yao: "Come on, let's start."

An Yao: I feel like I've been cheated.

An Yao has always entered the scene quickly, adjusted his posture, and casually raised Song Qi's chin.

"I heard that beauties only sell their art and not their bodies?"

"You...what do you want to do?!"

"You said I brought you here...... What do you want to do?" An Yao chuckled, picked a strand of his temple hair and sniffed lightly, his straightforward and naked gaze came from Song Qi's slightly open eyes. The neckline hangs all the way down.

"Of course I want to do something fun with you..." An Yao grasped his slender waist and rubbed Song Qi's slender waist through the clothes.

Why is this little vixen's waist so soft, it's like a piece of silk in his hand, An Yao thought absently.

Song Qi swallowed her saliva, and suddenly said weakly: "You... can you stop pinching my waist... it's so itchy, I... I can't help but want to laugh hahahahahaha."

The charming atmosphere was completely destroyed in a second.

An Yao glanced at him angrily, and suddenly became angry for some reason: "Tomorrow when Xu Wenjun touches your waist like this, will you laugh like that?"

"Yes...I'm sorry..." Song Qi was taken aback, and explained in a low voice, "The waist is my sensitive zone, I can't help it..."

"You can't help it, you have to hold it back," An Yao stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "Do it again, until you stop laughing."

"Ah... huh? Okay." Song Qi couldn't believe that this man was sternly admonishing him not to hug him one second, and he was more comfortable than anyone else in the next second.

Is this the actor?

This is the actor.

After two more tricks, Song Qi could barely hold back her laughter, but An Yao's complexion became more and more serious.

He only felt that his palm was getting hotter and hotter, and there was an unreasonable desire in his heart, clamoring and boiling, making him want to press Song Qi hard under his body.

An Yao was startled by his morbid thoughts, let go of Song Qi in a panic, got up in a hurry, and barely kept his face on the surface: "Let's stop here today, I'll go back first."

Song Qi:?

An Yao seems a little strange today.

-

An Yao slammed the door of the room with a "bang", and locked herself in the bathroom in a bit of embarrassment.

Under the dense water vapor, he stared at his little brother standing up and fell silent.

Didn't he just touch Song Qi's waist twice?

Why is this happening?

Could it be...he really likes Song Qi?

An Yao pressed his forehead against the glass, while moving slowly, until he finally vented, all he fantasized about was Song Qi's face.

It’s over.

An Yao thought a little helplessly.

He seemed... really bent by that vixen.

-

An Yao didn't sleep well all night, thinking over and over in his mind whether he was bent or not.

He didn't go to Song Qi to have breakfast with him the next day, and arrived at the set early with dark circles under his eyes.

"Actor An, you are... you stayed up late last night, right?" The makeup artist looked at the dark spots under his eyes with some embarrassment, "I will try my best to cover it up for you. Edited."

An Yao nodded lightly: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

But in his heart he wished to pull that little man named Song Qi out to give him a severe lesson.

She knew how to tease him all day long, and the sky pays off, so it's all right now, is it possible to tease him?

One day he will have to be treated well.

"An Yao, why didn't you wait for me today?" Song Qi walked in with an aggrieved face, her expression almost wrinkled into a bun face, "I knocked on your door for 10 minutes, and I didn't answer the phone ...Here, I bought you breakfast."

An Yao took out his mobile phone to check, only to find that it was out of battery.

I went to bed in a daze yesterday and forgot to charge my phone.

"Thank you." An Yao took the breakfast, and just about to say something, the makeup artist on the other side urged Song Qi to put on makeup.

When Xu Wenjun came, Song Qi had just finished putting on her makeup and was sitting on a small bench in the shed reciting lines.

"You are Song Qi?" He smiled and extended his hand, introducing himself politely, "I am Xu Wenjun."

"You... hello." Song Qi hurriedly put down the script and shook hands with him.

"It's really as beautiful as in the rumors." Xu Wenjun's gaze stayed on Song Qi's exquisitely made-up face for two seconds, "You don't mind if I say you are beautiful?"

"It's okay." Song Qi shook her head, then raised her head and smiled at him.

"Yesterday I watched your live broadcast, you sing really well." Xu Wenjun sat down beside him, and beckoned for the makeup artist to come over to do the makeup.

......

The two chatted quite vigorously, and they didn't stop until Xu Wenjun finished putting on makeup.

An Yao gritted his teeth watching from a distance, wishing he could grab that little brat on the field and hide him in his arms.

No one is allowed to look.

"Action!" The director called to start.

The conversations and scenes that were repeated several times between him and Song Qi yesterday will be repeated between Song Qi and another man.

Thinking that Xu Wenjun would also touch that wonderful waist like him, An Yao felt a little more unwarranted hostility towards him.

Seeing the extremely close distance between the two, Xu Wenjun's hand slowly slid down the smooth and graceful curve of his back... An Yao felt his lungs were about to explode.

Why is this person so rogue, this method is too squishy, ​​isn't it?

Immediately, An Yao couldn't sit still anymore, put the water glass in his hand on the table hard, and strode towards the studio with big strides.

"Wait." Regardless of the focus of the multi-directional camera, An Yao stepped forward and grabbed Xu Wenjun's hand resting on Song Qi's waist, and said coldly, "I don't think this is the right way to shoot."

After all, he is the film king, and the director can't get angry even if he is angry, so he can only ask him patiently: "Tell me, what's wrong?"

"The part of touching the waist is a bit too much, it's unnecessary, and it's easy to fail the trial."

An Yao spoke seriously, the director watched the replay once, and was a little shaken: "Is it really too much?"

"Yes." An Yao nodded seriously, "It's easy to give children a bad impression, so delete it."