The enemy is catnip and I am a cat how to break [Entertainment circle]

The police came to the door in the morning.

Although the owner of the wonton shop didn't recognize them, but relying on the description of their appearance, someone quickly touched them accurately - they are outstanding, they are even more handsome than a little girl, and one of them has a corner of his eye. Upturned, the pupils seem to have water in them.This kind of description makes it difficult for people not to think of Si Jing.

Yuan Fang was worried outside, and when the door opened, he immediately stood up and asked, "How is it?"

His artist shrugged and said, "What can I do?"

"—That's it."

The dog dealer came out of the bureau.At that time, Si Jing and Bai Hongli were still sleeping in the room, and they could see clearly when the surveillance was turned on, and they never left the room after they came back.The floor is also high, and it is impossible to jump out of the window, which basically eliminates their suspicions.

It's just a routine question to see if these two popular artists have noticed anything unusual.

After hearing this, Yuan Fang's heart finally returned to its original position, and he let out a long sigh of relief.He patted his artist on the shoulder, feeling lingering fear, "From now on, in the middle of the night, you'd better pay attention, go out as little as you can, ah."

Otherwise, if this kind of thing comes to the door, it is really hard to explain.

If you are photographed, the media will not ask you if you are really related to the murder, and various reports will make headlines the next day; fortunately, the photography base here is strictly controlled. The media got the news.

Si Jing didn't answer the question, and only asked Bai Hongli after everyone had dispersed, "Do you have any pictures of the scene?"

"The picture of the scene is not..." Big Fat Carp hesitated, "I just found out, I'm afraid..."

He lowered his voice.

"I'm afraid, it's the same way of death as Chen Caicai."

Si Jing's pupils shrank, and he said in a deep voice, "Understood."

Originally, they thought that this demon might have to wait for the Heaven's punishment period to pass before making another move, but now it seems that their thinking was too simple.

This monster never took the punishment of heaven seriously.

"It just doesn't make sense," the fat carp murmured. "They and Chen Caicai have nothing in common—one is a dog dealer who steals dogs on the street, and the other is a new-generation actress. What does it matter?"

Looking at it, it doesn't look like people in the same circle, with completely different life trajectories, and they can't even find a point of intersection.

Bai Hongli couldn't tell, but felt more and more weird.With a final sigh, "I have to ask that thousand-year-old senior to move faster."

Originally, I thought there was still time, but now it seems that time is quite urgent.

The death of several irrelevant people will not affect the filming progress of the crew. The crew of "More than Every Year" is still proceeding according to the original filming plan. The guest roles played by Si Jing are unlucky, and the whole group is a reincarnation of unlucky gods. There is no manhole cover on the road, and the wheels of the bicycle fall off. Where is Conan going? The dead are still fierce.

His character has a sense of joy, but he is dressed in a stern manner. He rides a motorcycle and strides forward with long legs, which is quite imposing.

The play in the afternoon is an action play.The martial arts director is a bit old, and he has passed many scenes in his hands. He is quite experienced. With the director of Si Jing, "falling from the plane is a scene that requires coercion, but the action should be done beautifully. Shrink, let go."

He stretched out his arms and gestured, "Understood?"

Si Jing nodded and said, "Understood."

He hasn't hung Wia yet.In the modern dramas he acted before, there was no plot that required him to fly around. It was the first time for Si Daxie to hang this thing, and he still had a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

On the contrary, Bai Hongli, who was used to acting, didn't expect this at all, and even frowned when he heard the word coercion.

"In the afternoon?"

"There is a scene of falling from a high altitude," the director explained. "The scene where you two hang on the wing of the helicopter and fight was moved to the afternoon shooting."

After Bai Hongli finished listening, he ate half of his lunch at noon.

Si Jing poked at the rice grains in the lunch box, still a little puzzled, "You eat so much?"

The big fat carp squatted on the ground with a disposable lunch box in its arms, and sincerely advised, "Benefactor, you should eat less too. It will strangle you when you hang it...that's very uncomfortable."

Uncomfortable?

Si Jing took out a small dried fish from his big pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, wondering, "How uncomfortable?"

As soon as he goes up in the afternoon, he will know.

——This is really not an ordinary discomfort.

Le Dan.

The coercion firmly fixed his waist and hips, and when he went up, the area was on fire, and Si Jing took a breath, feeling as if he had undergone a sterilization operation.

This is tight crotch.

You won't strangle him, will you?

Si Jing wanted to reach out his hand to confirm the current situation of his double ball, to make sure that they were all healthy and intact.But now he is hanging in the air, he is just a living "going to the cat", surrounded by a group of staff members, loudly instructing him to do movements, he can't get out of his hands no matter what.

You can't perform crotch digging in full view, right?

Bai Hongli at the side was hoisted up, his face was also extremely ugly, he managed to adjust to a slightly more accustomed position, and gritted his teeth.

"Benefactor, did I say so?"

Si Jing said aggrievedly, "He better hurry up."

Otherwise, my inner thigh seems to be scrapped.

If it weren't for this kind of tight motorcycle pants, it might show up, Si Jing really wanted to change into a layer of cat fur to cover his legs, at least as wool pants, and relieve friction.

In the middle of the shooting, a staff member suddenly ran in from outside and hurriedly said something to the director.The director listened to a few words with a surprised expression, "Come to visit the set?"

He was a little hard to understand, "No...it came out of nowhere, what class are you visiting?"

"Who knows," the staff member whispered, "Then you see, let him in or not?"

They are all from the circle, the director frowned and thought for a while, then waved his hand.

"Come on. But whose class is he visiting?"

The staff looked faintly at Si Jing who was dangling in the air like a dry cat.

The boss who was suddenly watched:?

Why did it stop?

The hot feeling between his legs was even heavier, he endured the discomfort all over his body, and raised all his energy to read his lines.Bai Hongli's emotions have been put into it, and there seems to be a sharp edge in his eyes at the moment, he has already entered the state, and when he speaks, his eyes move down, as if he is looking at a worthless ant.

"What kind of a hero is he who only knows how to escape?"

It has to be said that a good actor in the opposite role can more fully mobilize people's emotions.Seeing his expression, Si Jing gradually became more focused, forgetting even the discomfort at this moment, just looking at him, sneered, and got into the drama.

The two made a few moves in the air, and their movements were crisp and neat.The director didn't call out, and let them play freely. After one shot was finished, he pointed out the shortcomings and signaled to start from the middle part.

A martial arts scene took a whole afternoon to shoot.When he finally got off the wire, Si Jing's legs were sore and limp, as if they were no longer his own.

Yuan Fang gave him mineral water to drink, and was surprised to see his walking posture.

"Ancestor!"

This cry made him panic, Yuan Fang stared at him, "Why are you limping?"

Boss Si's face was ashen, and he stretched out his hand, signaling Yuan Fang's arm to be a handrail, "Help...help me first."

He vaguely felt that something was wrong with his lower body, and all the pores were itching.But there was still a role to play later, and he couldn't leave, so he went to the bathroom tremblingly with the support of his manager.Yuan Fang was quite worried, and stood at the door and kept knocking on the door of his cubicle, "What's the matter? - Hemorrhoids happened again? I told you earlier to get rid of it soon!"

The aromatherapy smell in the bathroom is a bit strong, and it makes people dizzy.Si Jing ignored him, and hastily pulled down the tight motorcycle leather pants.

The red that caught his eyes surprised him.

Why is it so red?

His hair isn't this color either?

He stretched out his fingers to touch it, and it was covered with tiny rashes.Si Jing looked at it for a long time, and finally realized that he might be allergic.

……Depend on.

What the hell leather pants.

He sat on the toilet with his legs wide open regardless of his image, frowning to check his rather miserable legs at the moment.It was allergic and rubbed by coercion, the inside of the thigh was red and bloodshot from the abrasion, it was painful and itchy when touched a little, the tormentor wanted to throw away that piece of flesh.

Si Jing wiped it with a paper towel, then called out to Yuan Fang outside.

"Yuan Fang, bring me some medicine. Safflower oil, and some medicine for allergies.... Forget it, bring me all kinds of ointments and try them out."

"..."

There was no echo from outside.

Si Jing raised his voice.

"Yuan Fang, Yuan Fang?"

This time, there was movement outside.Someone knocked on the door three times, Si Jing opened the compartment door, but didn't pay attention, still frowning and lowered his head to check, "Look at me, I'm allergic—"

A slender and well-proportioned hand reached over, and its fingertips touched the rash on him, making Si Jing tremble violently.

The fingertips seemed to have just been blown outside, and they were still cool.When touching the warm skin, the pores of that piece shuddered.Si Jing didn't have cat hair growing on his legs at the moment, if it did, just holding it would be enough to make all the furs stand up and applaud.

"allergy?"

the man asked softly.

This voice was not Yuan Fang's.Si Jing raised his head and was stunned when he saw the person in front of him.

"...Kan Ze?"

He was a little surprised.

"you are not--"

Don't you still have a job outside the city?

During the lunch break, Si Jing also found a picture of Kan Ze participating in a talk show recording on Weibo.The recording was not in this city, it was a four or five hour drive. He would never have imagined that the man would come to the set in the afternoon. Seeing the way the man squatted down and stroked his allergies, he couldn't react.

Kan Ze didn't answer, but frowned slightly. The dark gray windbreaker on his body fell to the ground, but he didn't care, rubbing the rash with his fingertips.The two long legs trembled slightly in his eyes, looking a little pitiful.

"Allergic to what?"

Si Jing said aggrievedly, "Motorcycle leather pants."

He pointed to the trousers piled up at his ankles, and he didn't know the meaning in his voice, "It's all these torn trousers. I've endured it all afternoon, and I can't even walk well..."

There was a smile on the corner of the man's lips, and he patted the pants along with his hand, "It's all because of him, bullying our little flower."

Now that they were getting closer, the aroma that had been covered by the aromatherapy just now spread up again.Si Jingwen was dizzy, lowered his eyes, and stared at the other party's hair, almost blankly.

Kan Ze's hair is jet-black, no lighter than his, curly and frizzy at every turn.The man's hair looked smooth and easy to touch. The small hair was twirled in the center, forming a beautiful circle.Si Jing looked at it for a while, couldn't help but put his hand on it, and subconsciously grabbed it, as if he was grabbing a ball of wool.

It wasn't until the man raised his dark eyes that he felt a little guilty again, and pulled his hand back, "Look... what are you looking at!"

Why don't you just touch it twice?Don't touch it?

Kan Ze didn't speak, but still looked at him, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.Si Jing's wrist was held again and placed back on top of his head. Kan Ze said, "Touch if you want."

It was as if no matter what kind of tantrums or emotions he had, this person was willing to accept them all.

Si Jing was suddenly in a daze.

He lowered his head and kicked the man's knee with his feet tied together by the ankle pants dangling.

"What should we do now?"

Kan Ze said, "I can't wear this dress anymore."

He grabbed Si Jing's feet, took off his shoes and socks, and then took off his leather pants completely.The manager outside had already prepared a pair of new trousers, Kan Ze opened a door to take them, put them on again for Si Jing, and kissed the tips of his ears.

"Go back first," he said, "I'll take the medicine when I get back."

Si Jing didn't leave, "How many scenes do I have to film?"

"You're all allergic, so why shoot?" His manager said, "Go back quickly, I'll find medicine for you."

Yuan Fanggang had been standing outside the bathroom, listening to the whispers inside, his heart was twitching, and at one point he really wanted to rush in and pull out his own tender cabbage.Reluctantly, Fang Yuandao held him tightly, and kept persuading him, "It's better to demolish ten temples than break a single marriage", "When it's raining, let's do whatever you want to marry." go..."

Yuan Fang couldn't help but refute the last sentence, "Isn't it going to rain and my mother is going to get married?"

After all, Fang Yuandao followed Kan Ze, and after finding out that Kan Ze had indeed taken a fancy to Si Jing, he immediately betrayed the revolution.Now ask back: "Don't you think of Si Jing as a baby?"

Yuan Fang corrected: "I brought him into the circle, I have to be responsible for him, right?"

Fang Yuandao pushed his glasses, thinking it was a little funny, "When will you be responsible for other people's lives?"

This sentence made sense, Yuan Fang was speechless for a moment.

Fang Yuan said earnestly: "Whether you regard yourself as a father or a mother, now that the child has grown up, you shouldn't care about it so much. If it doesn't make trouble and become rebellious, isn't there going to be an accident?"

Yuan Fang was unhappy, "My Si Jing is very good!"

Never be rebellious, okay? Where did you come from!

"……you sure?"

Yuan Fang stiffened his neck, but his confidence was not so strong, "Sure... sure."

But I really don't want to drag out the little ancestor inside.Even watching Kan Ze follow Si Jing into the same room, he remained silent and just stared at the door twice, as if trying to see through it.

Fang Yuan said it was funny, and pushed him, "Don't look, don't look."

Yuan Fang: "Don't touch me!"

Don't pretend I don't know, you are from the same pigsty as the pig who licked my tender cabbage!

The light in the room was turned on, and Si Jing hurriedly tore off the loose slacks on his body again, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to scratch.At this moment, his hairy ears were protruding from his hair, and he kept trembling, "It's so itchy..."

Kan Ze took his hand, "Don't move."

Si Jing shook anxiously.The big fluffy tail also popped out, blindly sweeping at the heel of the leg, the more it scratched, the more itchy, the rash seemed to be redder, and there was no sign of it going away.Stems and leaves protruded from Kan Ze's cuffs, and the tender green leaves shook, fanning the red skin. After applying several layers of crystal clear ointment, the man coaxed him and put his clothes back on, "Good boy, Just be patient."

The kitten turned over purring on the bed, and couldn't help but dawdle.After a while, the ointment was all rubbed on the pants.

Kan Ze had nothing to do with him, so he had no choice but to let him change into a bathrobe, and he didn't want slacks either.

Wipe off the smeared ointment with a wet towel, Catnip suddenly thought, "Shall I lick it for Xiaohua?"

"..."

Si Jing half stood up and raised his head in horror.

What?

What did you just say you were going to do? ?

"Lick," Kan Ze said quite naturally, "I just remembered that my juice may have a bactericidal effect."

"..."

Si Jing couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked the catnip over.

It also sterilizes.

Wouldn't it be more realistic to kill the colored scraps in your head first?