Pillow people and dignitaries

Fu Junchi was busy until 10:30 in the evening.

He didn't have a chance to look at his phone on the way, and Fu Junchi didn't see Mu Zeqiao's message until he got in the car.

Today's shooting took a long time, so Tao Xiu and Kan Teng got off work first, so Fu Junchi was the only one in the car.

He sat in the driver's seat, pressed the voice message from Muzeqiao, and brought the phone to his ear.

These two paragraphs of tens of seconds.

Fu Junchi listened carefully three times, and then long-pressed the two voices respectively, and saved them in his social software.

He started the car, did not reply to Mu Zeqiao's message, but drove the car in the direction where Mu Zeqiao lived.

After driving for a few minutes, Fu Junchi turned around again.

It's already eleven o'clock, and his Jojo may have already planned to go to bed, and it might have disturbed him in the past.

Fu Junchi was driving the car, wanting to postpone tomorrow's schedule so that he could spend more time with Mu Zeqiao.

It's a pity that there is no way to push the itinerary for these two days.

It was already [-]:[-] when Fu Junchi got home. He put the key in the drawer at the entrance, and the white cat walked towards him with graceful steps.

The cat at night is more energetic than during the day, and it follows Fu Junchi wherever he goes.

Fu Junchi went to take a bath, and the cat was lying on the sofa playing with its fluffy tail.

He sat on the sofa, hugged the white cat to his lap, took a photo and sent it to Mu Zeqiao.

"Xiao Xiao probably misses you too. Recently, she doesn't like to eat the cat food I feed. She seems to have lost some weight."

"Can you help take care of it for another two days?"

"I have to go to shoot tomorrow very early. If I have time to get it, I will put the key under the carpet at the door. If I don't have time to come, I can ask Kan Teng to send him there."

"The crew of "The Powerful Minister" is arranging the shooting location. The stills will be shot in two days. After the shooting, there is basically nothing to do. Then we will go to see our uncle and aunt together."

"Good night."

Fu Junchi put the mobile phone on the sofa, and lowered his head to let the white cat smooth his fur. The white cat, who had no idea that he had been sold by his owner, was happily wagging his tail and crawling into his owner's arms.

Mu Zeqiao saw the news of Fu Junchi the next morning, had a casual breakfast and went out to the door of Fu Junchi's house. He found the key from under the carpet and opened the door. Nothing changed while staying.

Fu Junchi had already gone to the shooting location before Mu Zeqiao came over. These shooting projects were all taken by Fu Junchi several months ago. If Fu Junchi knew that the product shooting would happen to be at this time, he would definitely refuse directly.

On the way Mu Zeqiao came over, Fu Junchi sent him a few more messages, asking him to take the key with him when he left, because it was not very safe to keep it under the carpet.

Mu Zeqiao can probably guess some of Fu Junchi's thoughts. It's not very safe, it's fake, and it's true that he wants to give him a key.

Two days passed quickly, and when it came time to shoot the makeup photos of "The Powerful Minister", Mu Zeqiao set off early for the shooting location. When he arrived, Fu Junchi was already sitting in front of the mirror, and the makeup artist was arranging the wig.

Several make-up artists in the crew were busy at the moment, Tao Xiu took Mu Zeqiao to the dressing room first, and told him the order of the outfits to be filmed today.

In "Power Minister", the role of Mu Zeqiao is the emperor above ten thousand people. The complexity of the clothes is more difficult to wear than other clothes. Mu Zeqiao stayed in the changing room for a long time before changing into the three clothes inside. layer.

The door was gently pushed open, Mu Zeqiao looked away, glanced at the person coming, and then completely froze.

Fu Junchi fit into the role perfectly.

Mu Zeqiao was amazed.

Her long black hair was tied up, her dark robe reached her ankles, and she wore a white jade pendant on her belt.

With a narrow waist, a broad chest, and sword eyebrows and starry eyes, he looks very much like Zhao He who came out of the book.

The only thing that doesn't match Zhao He in the book is the diamondless ring that Fu Junchi is wearing. Since there is no official filming yet, there is no need to take off the ring.

Fu Junchi closed the door, came over and picked up the clothes that were hanging beside him, and slowly put them on for Mu Zeqiao.

Having not seen each other for several days, how much Fu Junchi misses Mu Zeqiao cannot be expressed in words alone.

He put on all the accessories in the costume for Mu Zeqiao, then hugged Mu Zeqiao and put his head on his shoulder.

"...Let me hug more."

Mu Zeqiao also hugged Fu Junchi and stroked Fu Junchi's back.

"Brother Fu..."

The changing room was very quiet, and they took advantage of this short time to absorb each other's body temperature.

After hugging for a long time, Fu Junchi suddenly lowered his head, Mu Zeqiao leaned forward, and the two touched each other's lips clumsily.

Mu Zeqiao is too embarrassed to be too active, otherwise what happened in the car last time will probably be repeated.

Fu Junchi just kissed Mu Zeqiao, if the two of them got into a fight, it would be difficult to end.Besides, they still need to take stills later, it would be bad if others see it.

Mu Zeqiao put on a wig and was dressed up by a makeup artist. He also looked very much like the eldest grandson Yuguan in the book. They had to take a total of more than a dozen sets of stills and choose a few from them.

The second male and third male in "Power Minister", as well as other supporting roles, are also shooting stills today, because they only need to shoot single photos, so the shooting was completed quickly.

After Mu Zeqiao and Fu Junchi finished taking the single stills, there were still two stills of two people. At first, they were just standing together, and the next few photos became more and more ambiguous.

Fu Junchi held Mu Zeqiao's waist, and the cameraman asked them to try to fix their eyes on each other, and they had to see each other.

The palm on Mu Zeqiao's waist was big, and the arms circled him a little tight.

Except for the world in Changsun Yuguan's eyes, it is Zhao He.

In Zhao He's eyes, only the eldest grandson Yuguan could have this world.

One is like Muzzejo.

One is like Fu Junchi.

The last photo was a bit more difficult, requiring Mu Zeqiao to stand on the steps of the props and stare down at Fu Junchi.

It’s almost September, and the temperature outside is still extremely high. Fortunately, they were shooting indoors. If they were wearing such heavy clothes and going outside for shooting, they would probably have to reapply their makeup every few minutes.

The noble bright yellow imperial robes, the calm dark robes, the skirts fluttering, overlapped together.

He stood on his arm, staring down at him.

The distance between the lips of the two was very close, but they did not kiss, but there was an unconcealable desire in their eyes.

What the photographer wants is this feeling, quickly press the shutter to save this photo.

After taking the photo, Fu Junchi lowered his head and whispered something in Mu Zeqiao's ear, and the two went back to the fitting room first.

Fu Junchi closed the door without turning his head, and locked the door behind his back. He pulled Mu Zeqiao into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and bowed his head to kiss him.

No one knew how urgent Mu Zeqiao was when he was staring at him like that, he almost wanted to kiss him just like that.

Mu Zeqiao knew that the palm on his waist that gradually rose up during the filming, and the desire that gradually ignited in those dark eyes.

Just one look and you can't stop.

The soft lips that are eager to collide, the slightly parted lips and teeth, and the hot and humid tip of the tongue poking into the mouth.

After being suppressed for so long, even a kiss is very entangled, the two tongues touch together, and the flame of desire in the body burns even higher.

With a beeping sound, Fu Junchi hugged Mu Zeqiao tightly, as if wanting to become one with him.

This kiss gradually turned into a deep kiss, and they didn't care even if their teeth collided, the two snorts gradually became heavier, the tongues intertwined and then separated, and after they separated, they quickly stuck together.

Mu Zeqiao almost felt that his tongue was not his own, and Fu Junchi ended the kiss.

They hugged each other and panted, Mu Zeqiao blushed and felt hot, pressed his forehead against Fu Junchi's shoulder to breathe in the fresh air, and the rapid heartbeat in his chest gradually stabilized.

They were so close, Mu Zeqiao could notice the changes in Fu Junchi's body, but the two of them were very tacit and didn't say anything.

It's not something you can do in a changing room where someone can come by at any moment.

They hugged for a long time, Mu Zeqiao let go of his hand first, and kissed Fu Junchi's lips, "Let's change clothes first."

Fu Junchi's clothes were simpler, and they were changed quickly. With one hand propped on the table, he turned his head slightly to look at Mu Zeqiao who was taking off his clothes.

Fu Junchi, who was dressed in a formal suit, looked like a serious and successful person, with a mature charm on his body, a quartz watch on his wrist, and a diamond-free ring on his ring finger.

Mu Zeqiao took off his ancient clothes with his back facing Fu Junchi, and put on light-colored denim cropped pants. The skin on his back was smooth and fair, and the skin was sunken in a little at the position of the long spine in the middle.The shoulders with smooth lines and the slightly raised butterfly bones under the shoulders are very charming.

A long time ago, Fu Junchi wanted to touch Mu Zeqiao like this.

As he thought about it, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and his rough fingertips brushed the skin of the butterfly bone on Mu Zeqiao's back.

The touch was very delicate, Fu Junchi forgot to take back his hand, Mu Zeqiao froze when he took the shirt, lowered his head, and the base of his ears blushed uncontrollably.

Fu Junchi saw it, and simply grabbed Mu Zeqiao's shoulders, pulled him back a few steps, and lowered his eyes to his neck.

Mu Zeqiao grabbed his shirt and didn't move. He didn't start to hide until the warm breath fell on his neck and felt itchy.

"Brother Fu...itches..."

Fu Junchi wrapped his arms around Mu Zeqiao's neck from behind, not allowing him to escape, and then gently kissed his neck.

"I won't bother you anymore."

Fu Junchi let go of his hand with a smile, took Mu Zeqiao's short sleeve, looked at the pros and cons, and put it on Mu Zeqiao.

Fu Junchi's itinerary today is only to shoot stills of "The Powerful Minister", and the rest of the time belongs to the two of them.