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

Zhao Liuke had enough rest, so he went back first, and got some unfriendly looks.

Although Huo Jinfeng has disabled legs, he is also a real actor. As for Zhao Liuke, he is just an ordinary actor.

What's more, the filming was not in a good state just now, so when an assistant came over and seemed to be making trouble, Zhao Liuke didn't give him a look.

"Hey, why are you..."

Zhao Liuke knocked the opponent's shoulder away, and the opponent staggered when he was hit. He was dumbfounded and wanted to say something, but he had already raised his hand to signal that he could start filming.

The opponent retreated aggrievedly.

The director stopped his gaze, looked him around, and nodded to Huo Jinfeng's face behind him.

The handsome and bright young man was dressed in white T-jeans. He was barefoot and mustered up his courage. He wanted to confess to his beloved, but he didn't expect to see the person he liked kissing someone else just as he turned the corner.

He has always been calm and calm, and his good family education makes him gentle, humble and polite.He has a prominent family background, so in order not to burden the people around him, he concealed it very well.

The young girl was embraced and kissed lovingly by the young man who was most at odds with him.

He stepped back two steps, stepped on the leaves, and made a clattering sound. Although the sound was not loud, it was like a shock to him, and he stopped suddenly.

His eyes immediately turned red.

The accumulated tears formed a line from his eyes, and the transparent tear line divided his handsome face.His originally graceful eyebrows were trembling and trembling at this moment, and finally wrinkled together tightly.

His thick, curled eyelashes were wet with tears, shaking off pea-sized tears.

His upbringing prevented him from curling up into a ball, so the straight-necked swan finished crying silently on the spot, with swollen eyes, took out the handkerchief that the girl gave him from his pocket, put it on the conspicuous rock, and turned around. gone.

He knows that he should be humble, but he has always been proud in his bones, which will not change no matter who he likes.

The audience was silent, the director looked at the young man who was no longer moving, and finally regained his senses, and said in a trembling voice.

"Ka - great!"

Zhao Liuke hadn't come out of the play yet, sniffling and took the tissue from Sister Chu.

The assistant who came to look for trouble just now couldn't make a sentence, and took a step back after stumbling, and returned to the pergola next to him.

Sister Chu sized him up and said, "What a face, today is the first time I know what it means to kill the enemy's pretense in the cradle."

Zhao Liuke had cried before, but his eyes were still swollen. Hearing his words, he smiled slightly and asked, "Whose assistant is that?"

"Ah, Best Actor Meng's, the one with the baby face."

Zhao Liuke looked over there, Meng Jin was drinking water, met his eyes, and smiled friendly.

Huo Jinfeng had returned to the director at this time, he looked at the lens in the camera, and said something to the director from time to time.

When Zhao Liuke looked at Huo Jinfeng, a snake-like gaze swept across his back, making him turn around to observe vigilantly.

Meng Jin pressed the assistant's head down to make him bow down, as if they had been chatting.

The assistant trembled tremblingly, but did not dare to ask.

Meng Jin stared at him like a falcon, and threatened: "Keep your head down."

He stared at the ground with sinister eyes, thinking, too sharp...

interesting.

It was already afternoon when the shooting was about to end, and everyone was going back to the hotel for dinner.

The roof can be lent to them for one night.

Everyone began to prepare for the open-air barbecue with great motivation.

Zhao Liuke walked into the elevator and pressed the floor. The assistant during the day reached out to block the elevator and let Meng Jin, who was a step late, come in.

Zhao Liuke couldn't pretend he didn't see it, and said hello, "Hello, Senior Meng."

The old man was right. Meng Jin was an old man from the previous generation. He was in his 30s and had been acting for nearly 30 years.

Meng Jin smiled at him, his pleasing peach blossom eyes curled up, and asked, "Xiao Zhao, are you still used to it today?"

Zhao Liuke nodded, not intending to answer.

"We'll have dinner later, won't you go?"

Zhao Liuke thought of Huo Jinfeng's WeChat message just now, and shook his head, "I want to rest, senior, go and play."

Meng Jin patted him on the shoulder and persuaded him, "You are so young, why do you live like a little old man all day long? You can't do it?"

Zhao Liuke was still reluctant, like a rock, and refused again.

The elevator reached the floor, and the two of them got off the elevator together. Zhao Liuke greeted him, watched Meng Jin enter the room, and opened the door himself.

Huo Jinfeng was sitting at the table inside the door, holding a rights protection manual printed by the hotel itself.

Seeing him coming, he put down the thin booklet, stood up and hugged him.

Zhao Liuke took two steps back to avoid his hug, expressionless: "Let's make things clear first."

Huo Jinfeng's smile froze on his face.

Beside the small coffee table, the two occupied a chair each, and Zhao Liuke stared at the mist from the teacup.The person opposite stared at him.

"When did it start? When I entered the group of Yan Jinghong?"

Zhao Liuke's back was facing the bedside with glass panels, Huo Jinfeng watched the light on it flash by, stood up without saying a word, and wanted to touch his shoulder, but Zhao Liuke avoided it.

His clothes were wrinkled, and the thing that looked like a sticker looked awkward, and Huo Fengfeng lifted it off, and the little thing came down.

Zhao Liuke's original movement of avoiding his hand stopped.

"what is this?"

Huo Jinfeng threw it into the teacup.

Meng Jin in the next room heard the notification that the signal was interrupted, put down his earphones, and kicked over the trash can.

The man walked around the house, from the door to the bathroom to the toilet, and then to the bedside. He even took out a screwdriver and removed the lamps to check that there were no other monitoring devices or cameras before he spoke.

"Bug."

When Huo Jinfeng found out, this thing became abrupt and conspicuous. Zhao Liuke thought of Meng Jin who patted his shoulder just now.

"Can you think of anyone? Someone who had physical contact with you."

Zhao Liuke pondered for a moment: "Senior Meng, Sister Chu, the staff who checked my clothes may also be."

Huo Jinfeng raised his eyebrows: "Senior Meng?"

Zhao Liuke thought he was going to say something about his impression of this person, because he knew that when Huo Jinfeng won the best actor, Meng Jin turned around and left the venue without giving him any face. It was inevitable that the two would not get along.

Unexpectedly, this guy pondered for a moment, squatted down/body brushed his legs, and said quietly: "What about me? Am I not a senior?"

Zhao Liuke bounced like an electric shock.

The chairs were pulled back, and the soft carpet was crumpled.

Huo Jinfeng froze in place.

He stopped moving and lowered his head slightly, bangs casting shadows between his brows.

Zhao Liuke told himself that he was acting, Huo Jinfeng's acting skills were almost deep in his bones, his natural expression might be a disguise,...

Zhao Liuke couldn't think about it anymore, he was distressed.

But since he was still angry, he pulled him up with a tense mouth, and someone hugged his waist tightly, and was caught off guard and thrown on the bed.

Zhao Liuke was hugged and pressed on the bed, everyone laughed angrily, and was about to push him, but saw the other party lowered his head and approached his ear, speaking very fast.

"Meng Jin is not a good person. He is a B/D/S/M guy. Even in that circle, he is a freak. He has a lot of strange hobbies, and he is cruel. He has a very small mind, stay away from him, I don't know Why does he stare at you on a whim, but Liu Ke, you have to be careful, I can't stand up now, I'm afraid you might make a mistake."

After he finished speaking, he slowly lowered his body and stared at him, as if to see if he rejected him. If Zhao Liuke showed the slightest reluctance, he would immediately back away.

He managed to hold him tight.

"I'm sorry," Huo Jinfeng spoke with his lips less than a few centimeters away from him. His voice is recognized as pleasant, and he even accepted several animated public service advertisements dubbed during his career rise. "I'm too impatient. I just wanted to make you happy, but it was self-defeating. I wanted to see you when my leg recovered, but I didn't expect you to be so angry. I'll tell you everything, okay?"

Zhao Liuke: "Now I don't want to know."

Huo Jinfeng paused, stepped back and looked up at him, praying a little.

There was something wrong with his eyes, Zhao Liuke didn't doubt that if he was really angry, the other party would lose control directly.This is about to exceed Huo Jinfeng's psychological threshold.

What's more, his anger has long since dissipated.

The young man pressed his thumb to his lips, his eyes were cold, "Oh, there is one more person who wants to know, should the cat crawling on the bed and sneaking away in the middle of the night give me an explanation? There was originally a scene in the rain today, and I was afraid of shirts. Thorough, I didn't take pictures. The hickeys haven't faded yet..."

The fingers were warm, pressed into his teeth, and touched the wet tongue.The person whose mouth had been invaded closed his teeth together, and bit his finger with little force, preventing him from entering again.

Huo Jinfeng narrowed his eyes, and the paranoia and violence inside disappeared in an instant.He pushed out the young man's finger, licked his neck, and vowed: "There will be no traces today, I promise."

Zhao Liuke paused with his fingers, and raised his hand to unbutton his button.

The barbecue people on the roof knocked on the door one by one, and when they knocked on Meng Jin's room, they were scolded and kicked out. When they knocked on Zhao Liuke's room with lingering fears, the two people in the door gave a big meal.

Zhao Liuke took a breath, his breath was unsteady, and replied: "I'm not feeling well, you guys play."

The person outside the door couldn't hear clearly, and asked loudly: "What are you talking about? Teacher Zhao? I can't hear you!"

Zhao Liuke was kissed again.

It was hard for him to resist the passionate love of the people around him. At this moment, his whole body was flushed with embarrassment, and he just wanted to escape. How could he have any leisure to answer questions, and he would not respond anymore.

The people outside the door knocked a few times, and Huo Jinfeng left a few teeth marks on Zhao Liuke's legs.

round.

Zhao Liuke pulled up the pillow to block him, and his sore hand was held by the other party. Like a wolf hunting, he squeezed his energy and followed his movements closely, unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Don't hide from me..."

Zhao Liuke let out a weeping sound and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Senior Huo, don't torture me..."

"No."

The man refused him calmly. He still had the strength to spare. Seeing his uncontrollable expression, he refused with a smile, "Please, Keke, don't refuse me..."

He put his head down.

Zhao Liuke slammed his fist on the bed, his legs tensed.