Star system feeding plan

The evening news was playing on the TV, and Yan Hao was sitting on the sofa lazily leaning sideways, holding the script that Lin Anjing had just selected in his hand.

There is a paragraph in "Xiaoyao Jianghu" that reads like this——

[Situ Yun, the eldest disciple of the head of the Qingliu school, is the best disciple in the history of the Qingliu school. He realized the essence of Qingliu swordsmanship at a young age. Throughout his life, he was ordered by his teacher to take on the important task of eradicating the Demon Sect.

At the martial arts conference, I met the eccentric Ding Yushu. Although he was teased by him all day long, he liked this simple and lively girl very much. Situ Yun was furious and drew his sword to face each other.

The leader of the Demon Cult heard that people in the martial arts were planning to wipe out the Demon Cult, so he came to find out. He only wanted to play tricks on Ding Yushu, but he gradually appreciated his integrity and magnanimity. Situ Yun sadly left after being seriously injured.

The sword was unsheathed, blood was shining, and on the top of Fenghua Mountain, the leader of the Demon Cult jumped, fulfilling a hero. 】Yan Hao became angry and threw the script out.

With a soft bang, the script landed at the feet of the young man who came back from washing his face. Lin Anjing bent down to pick up the script and patted the unwarranted dust on it. Looking at the angry man, he asked him inexplicably, "Are you smoking again?" What's the wind? How did this script provoke you?"

While speaking, she had already walked to the man's side, but before he could sit down, the man grabbed his arm and threw it towards him.

Tsk, it was really strong.

Lin Anjing turned his head to the side and looked helplessly at the man who was holding himself in his arms with angry expressions in his brows and eyes. He shook his arms and tried to break free, but the man's arms were too strong.

"what?"

"Do you like this script?" Yan Hao squinted his eyes and stared at him, like a poisonous snake locking its prey. As long as he said something he didn't like to hear from the young man's mouth, he would immediately pounce on him and bite him to death!

"I haven't read the script yet, but I remember that when the orphanage had just had a TV, it aired this drama, Happy World, it's very good, and the leader in it is very impressive." Not salty not Talking calmly, Lin Anjing leaned against the man's chest and hung his head, flipping through the script in his hand - he just accepted it if he couldn't break free from the man's restraint, anyway it was quite comfortable to lean against.

Yan Hao became a little less angry, after all, Lin Anjing made it clear that what he liked was the leader in it, the former leader.

He has reason to believe that when the screenwriters revise the script to meet the needs of the times, they have made considerable changes to the characters in it, and they can talk as much as they can about their personalities.

Feeling that the young man relaxed and leaned against his body, the anger in his heart became a little less.

Seeing that he was reading the script with his head half down, he didn't make a sound to disturb him, but just stared at his side face carefully.

Lin Anjing may have been filming while rapidly losing weight a while ago. Her originally pink face looked a little yellow these days, and her cheeks were also a little sunken. Her complexion was not as good as before. Yan Hao raised his hand and touched it. , dissatisfied: "Eat more, too thin."

"Well, didn't I eat a lot these two days, and I ate a bowl of rice tonight." Lin Anjing frowned slightly, licking his slightly dry lips, "Why do I think this script is wrong?"

That paragraph of content that was so straightforward that he didn't need to think about it made Lin Anjing support his forehead silently. What's the situation with this screenwriter?How to change the original beyond recognition?

Seeing his frowning slightly, Yan Hao knew he was taken aback by the script, and the little anger left in his heart disappeared, and he even teased him, "I think it's good, do you want to act? If you want to If it's acting, I'll ask Holi to contact the crew."

Lin Anjing looked at him sideways, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He knew that the man said that on purpose to make fun of him. He said he liked the leader because he had read the original book twice and the TV series once. When he was a child, he remembered that the leader was very pitiful. ...

Well, although the screenwriter tried his best to show these two points, no matter how he read the script, he was very annoyed.

Obviously a very domineering leader, why did he act like a woman? If this one doesn't perform well, how many black fans will he attract!

"I can act if I want to?" These words are purely said to annoy the man, and seeing his coquettish appearance makes him angry.

"Yes, the few scripts I showed you are all invested by the company. You can act if you want to, and you can choose the script as you like." As if thinking of something, the man's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and the corners of his mouth Under the gaze of the young man, he slowly raised a curve, and his originally cold and handsome face was even more sinister. He leaned over and bit Lin Anjing's lower lip, and muttered: "I really want to see you in women's clothing." What's it like."

In his mind, he pictured the thin body of the young man covered by layers of gauze, Yan Hao's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to hold him tightly in his arms, and the act of nibbling just now was also tinged with ferocity.

Lin Anjing has been used to being kissed by him recently, he opened his mouth to let the man's domineering long tongue penetrate into his mouth and stir, his body trembled involuntarily, and the breathing in his nose became even heavier.

Satisfied with his cooperation, Yan Hao wrapped his arms around his waist and made him half lie in his arms, unbuttoned his pajamas with the other hand, rubbed his rough and warm hands against the young man's cool belly, and then slowly go up...

"Dad~~!!!!"

When the two were so emotional that they couldn't extricate themselves, the babyish but piercing cry of the little fat boy came from upstairs.

Lin Anjing trembled for a moment, his originally muddled mind instantly cleared up, and he quickly grabbed the man's hand that had moved into his pajama pants with both hands, and the flush on his face also subsided a little.

Yan Hao frowned, his hand being pressed caused his dissatisfaction.

Seeing the young man turned his head away from his lips, he straightened up and chased after him, insisting on hooking him up and pestering him again.

"Father~~~~!!!!" The little fat boy's voice sounded again.

Yan Hao froze all his movements, with anger in his eyes.

Lin Anjing raised his hand to touch his face, and smiled apologetically: "Let me go, Mengmeng must be going to the toilet."

"Then what should I do!" Hugging him for a while, letting him feel his excitement, Yan Hao felt a little aggrieved, "You won't let me calm down again, will you?"

"Well, really smart." Lin Anjing smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth, pushed him away and got up to go to the second floor.

He exhaled several times from a place where the man could not see, and lowered his eyes to look at the position of his crotch. He was also very excited just now, Yan Hao is not the only one who needs to calm down.

What happened to the little fat boy?

The little fat boy had a nightmare!

The little chubby boy had a nightmare, dreaming that a big bad wolf with its bloody mouth wide open and white fangs showing its white fangs threw his father to the ground and was about to bite him down, so he woke up with fright.

When I woke up, I started howling to find my father, from the soft voice like a kitten at the beginning to the sharp cry at the end...

"Father~!!!!!!" His voice was hoarse, and the little fat boy sucked his nose and looked around.

"I'm here, what's your name, do you want to go to the toilet?" Lin Anjing pushed the door open and came in, and saw his precious son sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms, his chubby little face looked like he was about to cry.

"Woo... Dad, I thought Dad was eaten by the big bad wolf." As soon as he saw the young man appear, the little chubby boy turned into a sticky bug and opened his hands to hug him.

After being hugged in his arms, he spoke hoarsely about the panic in his heart.

Lin Anjing twitched the corner of his mouth, touched the water cup on the bedside table, felt the water was warm before feeding it to the little fat boy, and laughed at him, "Didn't you say you're not afraid of the big bad wolf? I told you to watch the horror movie before going to bed." Pian, you were scared."

Having said that, I still feel sorry for my son's voice. I looked around and carried the little fat boy to the bathroom, turned on the faucet to wash his face, and taught him softly, "Don't shout like that in the future, your voice is broken. what to do."

The little fat boy pouted and turned his face to look at him, and found that his father's mouth was red and his face was red, so he asked, "Dad, did you steal chili? Your mouth is swollen."

Lin Anjing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Do you want to eat it? Dad will make boiled pork slices for you tomorrow."

The little fat boy immediately raised his little hand to cover his mouth, and shook his head violently.

He said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to eat chili, my mouth hurts after eating."

Here is a little story.

The little fat boy has been very comfortable in the past few days. Firstly, his father and Uncle Yan have hit it off, and secondly, they can go home after his father's filming, so the little boy is very happy.

If you are happy, your appetite will be good. On the morning before leaving in City Y, Lin Anjing made a hot and sour potato shreds and fried pork with mushrooms.

Originally, every time I ate hot and sour shredded potatoes, it would not be too spicy, but it may be because of the variety of peppers. The dish was surprisingly spicy. It took a while to recover, so he just remembered that he doesn't like chili and it hurts his mouth and throat.

Lin Anjing wiped his face, and when he saw him looking up at him, he raised his eyebrows, squeezed his face and walked towards the bed, "Why are you looking at me?"

"Where did you go, Dad?" It was only now that the little fat boy remembered that he hadn't seen Dad for the first time after he had a nightmare, otherwise he wouldn't have shouted.

"I'm reading the script with your Uncle Yan downstairs." Covering him with the quilt, Lin Anjing, who originally wanted to lie down and sleep together, thought about it, and Yan Hao is probably still sitting in the living room.

"Well," the little fat boy let out a sigh of relief, and looked at him with half-closed eyes, "The main system has issued a task, but it seems that Dad didn't complete it in the near future."

Oh, Lin Anjing?Hearing, he was busy with work these days and really forgot about the system tasks. He suddenly heard his son say that, but he didn't expect to have another task so soon.

If you look at this speed, he has done more than a dozen large and small tasks in one year.

"Get Dad a trophy at the next film festival, Dad, when is the next film festival?"

Lin Anjing opened his mouth, feeling a little dizzy for a moment.

If there is no specific film festival, there are countless large and small film festivals every year. If you really want to calculate when the most recent film festival is...

Lin Anjing laughed dryly, and three words popped out of his mouth - "Next month."