After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

The part hanging Wia was placed at the beginning, and Zhao Liuke lowered his head to confirm the buckle.

Ah Sang came out and checked his back.

Without an assistant, in fact, there is no need for it. For a self-sufficient artist like him, it doesn't matter whether he has an assistant or not.

Asan is enough.

Zhao Liuke confirmed that there was no problem, and signaled to the commissioning staff that two people came over to help him take another look.

It was fine after carrying it for a while, but after a while it was not so easy. This thing is very heavy, and the arms and shoulders will be swollen after hanging for a long time.

Zhao Liuke took advantage of this spare time to chat with Asang.

Zhao Liuke: "Ah Sang, you are with me every day, what about him?"

Ah Sang looked at him in surprise, his eyes seemed to say, you finally asked.

Zhao Liuke: "..."

Ah Sang shook his head: "The boss has a lot of bodyguards, don't worry about him, others should worry about being picked on by him."

Zhao Liuke: "..."

This character design collapsed a bit, and now Huo Jinfeng is almost as good as a domineering person except for a pair of inconvenient legs.

Ah Sang was afraid that Zhao Liuke would misunderstand, although he also felt that it was impossible to misunderstand, he still explained: "They always come to provoke the boss."

Knowing this, Zhao Liuke asked again: "Then why are you the only one who follows me every day?"

"Because I am the strongest." Ah Sang said seriously.

Because I am the strongest, so the boss sent me to protect you, you are not at ease.

Ah Sang didn't say anything further, they all knew it well.

Zhao Liuke asked: "Then what should he do?"

"Someone is as strong as me." Ah Sang said with a smile, "Madam, don't worry, the boss will be fine."

The debugger had gone away, Zhao Liuke wanted Ah Sang to change his name, but after thinking about it, he felt a little embarrassed for the other party, so he still had to go to Huo Jinfeng.

Ah Sang added: "Actually, it's best for you to ask the boss yourself, he will be very happy."

The director held a loudspeaker: "Everyone on your marks—"

Zhao Liuke didn't answer, and the filming was about to start.

Today is going to be filming for the evening scene, so it is already afternoon, and the weather has been getting colder recently, everyone has added some clothes, Zhao Liuke is wearing his own thick coat, and he is wearing a light and fluffy costume for the battle.

Lu Ming on the opposite side looked contemptuously. He was not as tall as Zhao Liuke, and it would be better if the soles of his shoes were padded. The scene was not so embarrassing.

The dark alley was cramped, and the action guides on the sidelines made noises from time to time, and the headlights above were stingingly bright.

As a trafficker, Lu Ming's acting skills are quite satisfactory, and he can't make any big mistakes.

I quickly finished filming the first scene of probing each other, and I wanted to film the place where the two of them really acted.

This rivalry is a heavy one.

Two men and one man finally met each other, and the young general returned to the court, but he had never met the future emperor and heir apparent.Compared with the self-restraining general, some of the prince's actions towards the beauty can be called hands-on, almost indecent.

Chu Jun intends to test the general's skills, and his words are arrogant, and the two fight in the dark alley.

Zhao Liuke's fighting scenes unexpectedly widened.

He is just like the general in the book, he always gives people a cold and restrained impression outside.

The director was worried that he would not be able to let go, fearing that he would be caught in the trap of beautiful movements, but this did not happen.

The swords in their hands are made of real iron, so there is a real and beautiful sound effect when they meet each other. If they are a little exaggerated in the later stage, the effect will be very brilliant.

Chu Jun picked Lu Fuyun's sword away, and he sneered.

What Lu Fuyun is best at is not using swords, but using fists.

He fought in close quarters, and the iron palm directly pressed against the opponent's sword, and the internal force of a feinted gun came out along with the pulse, and the sword was bounced off, piercing into the wall next to him, the prince's face changed, and he stepped back quickly.

The general pursued him relentlessly, and vowed to take down the prostitute/thief, with the palm of his hand like a wind.

There was no way for Chu Jun to retreat, he leaned his back against the wall, and his fierce hand hit the wall next to him, the wall was shattered and sunken, forming a miserable spider web.

The wall is booming in the theater, but it is not said who is the wall boom.

Zhao Liuke withdrew his hand, and the distance between them was pulled away. Lu Ming was a little tired, but Zhao Liuke reached out and pulled him up.

[The theater wall-dong task is completed, congratulations to the host for getting the hidden card, the hidden card description: Even if you carry seven or eight catties, you can run without worry~]

"Kakaka—what's the matter with you? Why did the route go to the opposite side?!"

The director yelled over there, and the two people here looked at each other, and when they heard the system's voice, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

When Zhao Liuke heard the card's explanation, he stood still and pondered.

With a weight of seven or eight catties, could it be that Lu Ming has...?

Chu Zhen found him, which was the beginning of the abuse of this book.

He couldn't do anything more. The moment he pressed on Lu Ming just now, his extremely oppressive eyes swept across his back. It must be Chu Zhen's eyes.

like a lunatic.

It was already early in the morning for Zhao Liuke to play, and it was a bit cold.

The crew brought home-brewed wine and drank it warm, and everyone drank a little.The director came over to train him and Lu Ming with a small wine glass. Lu Ming ran fast, and the director could only catch Zhao Liuke.Zhao Liuke couldn't shirk it, but it was a good intention, so he drank it.

It's just that he didn't expect that this body...

Pour in a glass.

Huo Jinfeng's training period is over this time, and he came back early today.He knew Zhao Liuke's itinerary, but seeing that there was no one at home, he was still a little empty.

Huo Jinfeng drove the wheelchair around the house.

There are many more things in the house.

Some snacks, potato chips, shrimp crackers, nuts, yogurt, and some paper packages were opened and randomly placed on the ground.

Zhao Liuke likes to wear loose clothes, so he took a lot of sportswear. He was diligent and habitually washed them by himself, and hung them on the balcony with hangers.

He took the sheets off to wash before he left the house today, and it's on the drying rack, gray and white streaked.

The balcony was packed to the brim.

There are many more gadgets.

The hangings on the door, the stickers next to the photo frames, and the light switches all have soft luminous shells, as well as a daily note beside his bed.

They don't like online contact, so Zhao Liuke only takes a picture every day, with a greeting and a small emoji.

Most of them are flowers.

He is very fond of flowers, dried flowers, fresh cut flowers, flowers grown by himself.

Anthuriums, angel wings, rabbit tail grass, and some flowers that Huo Jinfeng can't name, some are fluffy, some are thin and dense, and some are half a person tall. They are placed in transparent glass bottles, planted in flowerpots, and The bonsai are crowded together and placed next to the air conditioner.

This is like a somewhat messy, real home.

The young man's face was thin and red, he opened the door and changed his shoes without saying a word, but no one saw that he was drunk, not even Ah Sang.

Huo Jinfeng sat in the living room waiting for him, and looked up when he saw him coming.

Zhao Liuke poured water as if he hadn't seen anyone.

So thirsty.

After he finished drinking, he sat aside, sank into the sofa, and struggled to get up, but after two or three movements, he didn't get up, and Huo Jinfeng smelled the alcohol because of his movements.

Huo Jinfeng paused, noticed his strangeness, and called him: "Zhao Liuke."

Zhao Liuke said dully: "Zhao Liuke."

Like a stupid parrot, he lay face down on the sofa and muttered and repeated.

Huo Jinfeng said: "You are drunk."

Zhao Liuke replied: "You... are drunk, drunk."

The repeater is of poor quality, halfway through the repetition, my mind gets stuck, and I don't have the usual calm and agile look at all.

Huo Jinfeng coaxed the drunk patiently: "It's not that I'm drunk, but you are. Get up and go to bed."

The repeater felt that the sentence was too long and too difficult, so it automatically omitted it, and as soon as it buried its face, it would make a slight snoring sound.

Huo Jinfeng could only talk more: "Zhao Liuke, wake up."

Zhao Liuke ignored him.

"Liu Ke." Huo Jinfeng changed his address.

Zhao Liuke let out a slight snore.

"Ke Ke."

Zhao Liuke was startled and sat up.

His hair was a mess in the rubbing movement just now, and it flew up. Now his eyesight is blank and he can't find the place. He subconsciously asked, "Do you want to sign?"

Knee-jerk reactions never go wrong.

He is like a big star who was caught sleeping by fans, even when he got up in a mess, he still looked good, with his back straight and legs stretched out of the sofa...

I almost knelt down with one foot.

His forehead almost hit the coffee table, and his lower body/body was already kneeling on the carpet, and he vaguely saw an extra hand at the corner of the coffee table.

Sleepiness welled up, and he pressed his face against it.

warm.

Comfortable.

The touch in Huo Jinfeng's hand was very subtle, but he didn't want to take it back, and asked calmly, "Is Ke Ke a big star?"

When I got up, I subconsciously asked others if they wanted to sign.

He was keenly aware of something.

"Hmm," Zhao Liuke muttered in his palm, "I'm an unqualified... star..."

"Why are you unqualified?" Huo Jinfeng asked, he was patient enough, and he didn't ask the bottom line after he had tasted a little bit of sweetness.

Looking at it this way, he looked gentle, as if he wanted to solve the problems of the drunk cat in his palm.

"I, I can't act..."

He felt the person buried in his palm frown, and the eyebrows rubbed against his palm and stopped.

"I am listening."

Drunk Cat didn't want to say it this time, mumbled for a long time, and struggled to sit up from the ground. I don't know what kind of strong professionalism made him find a marker pen, and pulled Huo Jinfeng's wrist to insist on signing someone.

Huo Jinfeng withdrew his hand.

Zhao Liuke's character made him unable to make a flat mouth movement, so he froze in place, with clear water accumulating in his eyes, and his eyes turned red instantly.

"It's just that you can't act... If you can't act, you won't like me... Why don't you even let me sign your name..."

He felt a little wronged.

"Signed, are you going to bed?"

Zhao Liuke was slow to notice this concern, bowed his head in silence for a moment, put away his tears, "...OK."

He signed it with satisfaction, the black ink of the marker pen contrasted with Huo Jinfeng's white wrist.

Ugly, a little round.

Zhao Liuke squeezed his arm suspiciously, frowning stubbornly: "That's not right..."

Huo Jinfeng asked: "What's not right?"

"You are not Huo Jinfeng..."

Huo Jinfeng's eyes fell on his soft hair, and he asked, "Then who am I?"

"He...he is much thinner than you..." Zhao Liu and Kirby were aggrieved just now for not allowing him to sign. After two sentences, his voice was already hoarse, and he cleared his throat with difficulty before finishing the second sentence, "He doesn't even want to heal his legs... ..."

Unwilling to cure?This is a big misunderstanding.

Huo Jinfeng waited patiently for him to clear his throat, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so he reached out and rubbed the back of his neck.

"He still wants to surprise people...why can't he give me a surprise..."

The more he spoke, the more depressed he became, and he didn't see Huo Jinfeng's fiery eyes.

"Say it again."

Zhao Liuke raised his head in a daze, and he just knelt down in front of him, asking, "Say...what?"

"Just say it again."

"surprise……?"

He didn't finish repeating, the other party had already got the answer he wanted, he grabbed the back of his head with his strong hand, put a soft kiss on his lips, and said with a smile: "It was originally for you."

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The author has something to say: Drunk Zhao: I'm jealous, I only talk when I'm drunk.