Not married to the actor after rebirth

After eating, Film King Pei briefly cleared the table, and took out a small bottle of medicinal oil from his pocket.

Pei Huangsheng's mother's branch is from a family in the Liyuan family, and she has seen a lot of bruises. When she was a child, she often helped rub the bruises, so Pei Huangsheng learned how to pinch them.

The towel on my hand has been changed twice, and now the entire back of my hand is swollen up after taking it apart, and the bruise has spread a lot, which looks quite scary.

Pei Huangsheng frowned.

"Your physique is not very good." He poured the medicated oil into his palm, "It hurts a bit, bear with it, and the swelling will subside tomorrow."

"it is good."

Facts have proved that the pain in the thin fat place on the back of the hand is several times that of the fleshy place.

At first, Qin Jue gritted his teeth and endured it, but in the end he kept trying to pull his hand away.

But how can he pull Pei Huangsheng.

"Don't move around..." Pei Wangsheng's hands were covered with medicine, and the refreshing mint smell made his brain ache.

"Hiss, this is not an ordinary pain, or..."

"No, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

"Huh."

Pei Huangsheng: "..."

"Cough." Qin Jue couldn't move his hand to scratch his head, "I really can't help it, otherwise, you should carry it on your back."

For no reason, Pei Daying raised his hands full of medicinal oil and turned his back to Qin Jue.

This guy shouldn't take the opportunity to run away.

A hand passed through his waist, Qin Jue was lying on his back, and the other hand was holding Pei Wangsheng's shoulder, with a lingering determination in his tone.

"Or you'll pinch it with your elbow."

This pose is a little funny.

Qin Jue knelt behind him and leaned against him. His body was warm, a little thin, obviously not there, but it always gave Pei Huangsheng the illusion that he was shivering.

Weirdly cute.

Pei Huangsheng did as he said, pinching Qin Jue's arm to fix it, moving his fingers skillfully to spread the bruise away.

Qin Jue was in so much pain that he realized that Pei Wangsheng was really a super invincible, very, very, very cold-blooded person!Don't even coax him a word!Don't even blow it!Not as good as Wang Yueyue!

He muttered and cursed for a long time, then limply lay on the person's shoulder, and rubbed against the person's back in aggrieved manner.

"Blow it, it hurts like hell."

The straight back suddenly became a little stiff.

Pei Wangsheng held the hand, thought about it, carefully moved closer, and blew air as if coaxing, with unabated movements, he rubbed away the bruise bit by bit.

After rubbing the medicine, the hand that was swollen like a smurf could finally see its original shape. Pei Wangsheng was afraid that he would be dishonest, so he wrapped it in a hot towel and several layers of plastic wrap.

"Take it apart after you take a shower."

"Oh..." Qin Jue listlessly went to take a bath.

There was hardly anything to do today, Qin Jue went back to his room after taking a shower to ponder the script.

He set the file in a hurry, and only did some superficial work. If he really wants to act a person, it is not enough to just use the general character design.

Lu Chuanhe, who was in an aristocratic family, had the stinky temper of the deputy young master since he was a child. Later, he became a bit ruffian after being influenced by the old man.His father was in business, and he was the eldest son, so he naturally wanted to inherit the family business.

At that time, the flower growers had internal and external troubles. The old man wanted to save the country, so he sent all the concubines to get guns, poles, and sons, and the descendants were unified to study business, and catching up with the trend, he sent the best Lu Chuanhe to study abroad.

Lu Chuanhe knows that only money cannot completely change the status quo, and only knowledge can change the destiny of a nation.

On the one hand, he applied for the teaching teacher of the girls' school, on the other hand, he managed the Lu family's property, created wealth and raised donations to the point, just wanting to contribute a meager contribution.

But what the audience likes to watch is not this kind of smiling tiger who eats both black and white, and pretends to be false.In the modern and stable world, everyone wants to see warlords who show their domineering arrogance, fighting for life and death with a gesture of their hands. Gun battles are more stimulating to the brain than business wars. It's over when the fun is over. What's the use of your brain?

Qin Jue sighed.

He quite likes Lu Chuanhe.

To the outside world, Lu Chuanhe is a fierce tiger that eats people without spit out bones. If he can get along well in such a stall, who in Pianerjing dare not call him Lord Lu?

But he has a tiger in his heart, and he sniffs the rose carefully. Lu Chuanhe's bottom line is his family and his lover.

When his closest loved one fell in love with his favorite, Lu Chuanhe chose to fulfill and quit.

He became the real king, arrogant and lonely.

Qin Jue looked at himself in the mirror. He was no longer awe-inspiring with his cold blood like he played before. His eyes were deep, looking down on all beings, and the bloody smell that inadvertently emitted made people shudder.

As it should be.

If the Qin Jue a few days ago made people so handsome that their legs were weak after entering the play, today's Qin Jue is really frightening to make people's legs weak.

It was clear that there was no coldness on him, but when everyone looked at him, they couldn't help but look away.

It was a sense of oppression that had been soaked in darkness for too long, making people afraid to look directly at it.

But all of this faded away when it came to his play. When he first met the heroine, Lu Chuanhe was not like this.

Like a real gentleman, he hides all dirty and dark things, and is so gentle that everyone is addicted.

"Cut!" the director raised his forehead, "Xu Jiao, where's your line?"

"Ahh..." The lead actress rubbed her nose embarrassingly, "Yes, I'm sorry."

秦诀不再像开机那天碾着女主演揍了，可也不是退步，因为陆川何爱许娇，所以他处处包容。

The camera records Lu Chuanhe's affection, but also reveals Xu Jiao's nympho.

Although, you are a popular floret in the entertainment industry!The handsome guy I've seen circles the Great Wall three times, okay?What's so blushing and heart beating!

The female lead pretended to be calm, so she didn't admit that she was attracted by the mysterious and gentle temperament. In order to restrain her expression and memorize the action lines, her words and deeds became stiff.

It's really like a little girl who hasn't had much experience in the world.

"Oh, I was so crushed that I couldn't stand up, and I was completely led by the nose!" The director sighed helplessly.

Acting is like this. Those who are suppressed can only follow the rhythm of another person. There is another way of saying in Nihong, that is, they are "eaten".

Qin Jue led the female lead through the camera as if he was in control of a scene, one by one.

The director is a sensible person, and he really feels sorry for the female lead being abused by the scum, but the female lead wonders if she is really in love with this young actor who is outside the third tier.

Her ex-boyfriend has never looked at her so affectionately before!

"That, Teacher Qin."

The makeup on Qin Jue's hand was wiped off, and he was putting on his foundation again.

"Ok?"

"No, is your hand... better?"

"Thank you, it's much better, it's just scary to look at, it's okay."

"That's it... I, I heard that hot compresses are needed, and it happens that my assistant has prepared a hot water bottle for me and I will lend it to you."

The leading actress handed over a plastic hot water bag that was slightly larger than a palm, a simple hot water bag that can be used with boiling water.

"Thank you, I have a heart."

"Wow, so sweet!" A little girl's voice came from around.

"I want to eat He Jiao!"

"Go, go, Mo Jiao is the official match, be careful in the later stage of eating!"

A few little girls chattered, Qin Jue was amused, and when he raised his head, he met a cold gaze not far away.

Pei Huangsheng sat there like a big boss, Erlang's legs were crossed, his arms were thrust in, and he didn't love anyone.

What is this ancestor losing his temper again?

To be continued.