What about actor?

The atmosphere in the car was a bit delicate. After Shi Feng sat up, Qi Mo just concentrated on driving and didn't speak any more.

"Qi Mo." Shi Feng frowned slightly, looking out of the car window, "What's wrong with you."

Qi Mo ignored him.

Shi Feng continued: "Are you angry?"

"Why don't you speak?"

His voice was light and floating in the silence, and there was always a strange feeling, like a robot with no ups and downs in his voice.

"Actually, my performance in the group was not good at all." Shi Feng said, "I don't want to embarrass you."

"But I often feel powerless and guilty, and I don't know what to do."

Shi Feng's tone was as usual, and he said, "Qi Mo, I'm so tired."

Qi Mo finally glanced at him, Shi Feng couldn't quite understand the meaning of that complicated look.

He took out a candy from his pocket and put it beside Qi Mo's steering wheel.

Qi Mo didn't even look at it, but after a few minutes, he picked it up and ate it.

Shi Feng: "This is from Qin Cheng."

Qi Mo spat out the candy with a blank expression.

"Are you jealous?" Shi Feng looked at him with a paralyzed face.

Qi Mo sighed: "You should keep your mouth shut, I feel that your state is not right."

Shi Feng obediently shut his mouth and stopped looking at him.

Qi Mo took Shifeng to the house he bought in London before, a garden villa with some history,

The dinner has been ordered in advance, and he led Shi Feng around the hall, and walked to the dining table with carved candles, "Sit down and eat."

Shi Feng sat down without saying a word.

It was getting dark, and the silver knives and forks made a small sound.

In the dim candlelight, Qi Mo saw the light blue under Shi Feng's eyes, showing a bit of paleness, and asked him: "Did you sleep well, your complexion is so bad."

"Ang." Shi Feng responded lightly, "I always dream, I can't sleep well."

"Making a movie seems to have shed a layer of your skin." Qi Mo commented, "Is it because you are too involved in the film, and you always feel that you look a little..."

Qi Mo looked up at him: "Nervous."

Shi Feng's hand cutting the steak paused, "I don't know, maybe I'm crazy."

Perhaps his condition did have a serious tendency.

Every day he pretends to be friendly and deal with Qin Cheng, his face is calm, but his heart seems to be hanging high in the air at any time, unable to settle down for a minute or a second.

Sometimes even Shifeng can't clearly know his state and situation.

He is like a stubborn patient who doesn't know his own condition, always in a sense of suffocation wrapped in high vigilance and anxiety.

Qi Mo said: "After the movie is finished, you will rest for a while and find a psychiatrist for you. You should take good care of it."

As soon as the words fell, Shi Feng immediately retorted: "I don't want to rest, and I don't want to do any psychological treatment."

He said word by word: "I'm fine now."

Qi Mo felt a pain in his head, "You think you've lived too long, don't you? I don't know what's going on? I'll give you a vacation and you can have fun, and the rest—"

"I don't want to rest!" Shi Feng was so eager to interrupt Qi Mo's words, and repeated it again.

Qi Mo's first thought was that the kid actually dared to lose his temper with him, whether he should be happy or not.

The meal was salty and tasteless, the servants cleared away all the plates, Shi Feng stood in front of the window with a cold face, staring at the lush flowers outside, still angry.

There was the rustling sound of the pills sliding in the bottle, and from the corner of Shifeng's eyes, Qi Mo looked up and took a sip of water, rolled his throat up and down, and swallowed the medicine.

Unconsciously, he turned his head to take a look, and just in time to meet Qi Mo's eyes, he turned back with a "swish".

Qi Mo was really caught off guard just now.

Because of the consequences of his mood swings, he gasped with pain in his heart, feeling that he was going to pass out in the next second.

Qi Mo is actually very able to endure pain, and others will never know what his real emotions are under his expression.

But sometimes flaws are revealed, especially in front of Shifeng.

Qi Mo looked at the back of Shi Feng's small head, and suddenly thought of joking.

He pretended to be in pain, put his left hand on the table and covered his heart with his right hand, "Hiss..."

Sure enough, Shi Feng turned his head back in the next second.

"I think it's because I think I don't live long enough." Qi Mo frowned, "I got a heart attack because of your anger."

Shi Feng walked over hesitantly, probably seeing that Qi Mo's expression was really not very good, "Are you... all right?"

"It hurts so much." The old fox's acting skills are superb, "I don't have the strength...help me rub it."

He pointed to the position of his chest, and Shi Feng put his hand on it, pressing gently, his eyes watching Qi Mo's expression all the time.

Come on, this time it really started to hurt again.

He felt his heart beating wildly in his body, the temperature was almost burning his flesh.

Maybe it was really unbearable, but Qi Mo couldn't bear to push Shi Feng away.

In a certain moment, he felt that he was deeply addicted to this feeling of pain and happiness.

But after 2 minutes, he couldn't hold it anymore, Qi Mo raised his hand and pressed the fingers covering Shi Feng.

"Stop rubbing, my heart is crushed by you..."

Shi Feng didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence, "Then, what can you do to feel better?"

How to make it better, Qi Mo didn't know.

But he was suddenly distracted, because when Shi Feng raised his head and looked at him nervously, it was usually too difficult to catch.

In the dim light, those loving eyes are like crystal clear glass beads.

If there is a seemingly nonexistent fragrance disturbing Qi Mo's mind, Shi Fengdong doesn't dare to move, looking at Qi Mo and blinking slowly.

Even the eyelashes are attractive.

Qi Mo got closer, and while breathing heavily, he said, "You seduced me."

"I do not have."

"You didn't even wink at me."

Shi Feng: "Uh...?"

All right, the old fox is convinced by the young and beautiful little fox.

The night breeze blows outside the window, and the well-kept French garden looks like a huge beautiful oil painting, with the fragrance of flowers wafting from the tip of the nose from time to time.

Clear, astringent, wrapped in a touch of sweetness.

The heart rate bracelet beeped, and Qi Mo put his head down and squeezed Shi Feng's chin and kissed deeply.

He took off the wristband that was in the way and threw it aside. The thing rang a few times, but there was no more movement.

"Are you fierce or not..." Qi Mo restrained Shi Fengluan's struggling hands behind his back, and wrapped his tongue around his opponent's tongue like a snack, "What kind of temper are you getting used to?"

"Let go, let go..."

Qi Mo's kiss was domineering, strong, and full of desire.

He is like an ancient well that has been dry for thousands of years, flocking to the fresh and mysterious source of Shifeng, wanting to lick up every drop of spring water and melt into it.

Shi Feng couldn't stand it at all, he could only utter a few intermittent words while panting.

"Don't, give yourself...behavior, find, make excuses..."

"what……"

Qi Mo only smiled softly.

He kissed him more fiercely, while doing ambiguous things, he said lightly to show his sovereignty: "You will be mine sooner or later, do you know that?"

Unexpectedly, this sentence received a fierce response from the other party.

Shi Feng suddenly gave up on himself, he struggled to free his hands, held the back of Qi Mo's head, and bumped into it regardless.

Lips touched lips, whoever's tooth was knocked, and the faint smell of blood permeated the air.

He noticed Qi Mo's momentary stagnation, and then hugged him even harder, so strong that he seemed to rub him into his body.

"Then I'll tell you too..." Shi Feng panted quickly, his eyes were wet, "Even if I'm kissing you now, I won't be with you."

"Qi Mo, your eyesight is really bad."

"You like a psycho..."

Qi Mo was a little annoyed, he couldn't breathe when he kissed several times.

Shi Feng's face was pale, but the corners of his eyes were red.

In the end, he couldn't support his body and sat on the ground, Qi Mo was still tirelessly burying his head in asking for it.

Too bad, Shifeng thought.

This turned out to be a wolf that was not easy to mess with.

Afterwards, Qi Mo took him out shopping as if nothing had happened.

It was a bit cold at night, so he changed into a white thin sweater, and walked leisurely with Qi Mo on the bustling Oxford Street.

Standing together was a little eye-catching for the two of them, and he was a little uncomfortable to be noticed, Shi Feng slightly lowered his head, "Where are you going?"

Qi Mo said, "I'll buy you something."

"You're so free."

He walked reluctantly, his face was still dull, he only raised his eyes to look at Qi Mo, "I'm going back to the hotel."

Qi Mo didn't panic in the slightest, "Why is it so difficult to coax, you poor lover."

As he said that, he began to pull his wrist shamelessly, as if you just run and break free and count me as the loser.

Shi Feng said: "Then you promise me first that you won't stop my work."

Qi Mo chuckled and didn't speak.

"I really can't afford to delay." Shi Feng nodded, his eyes were inexplicably lonely, "I've wasted four years, and now I can't stop for a second."

"There are so many things I want to do in my heart, sometimes I feel anxious even when I go to bed at night."

"...Qi Mo."

Qi Mo didn't answer, and pulled him into a shop with a high-end atmosphere everywhere, "Here we are."

Then I went up to the second floor and said in English to the blond lady, "I'll get the custom-made earrings."

Qi Mo's arrival even alarmed the store manager, but his attitude was relaxed. To the store manager's over-enthusiasm, he just nodded slightly to signal for himself to come, and he didn't put on any celebrity airs at all.

Shi Feng was still in a daze, and after a while, he saw a pair of diamond earrings brought up. The style was quite simple, but it was not difficult to see the delicacy of the details.

The blue of the sea.

In the mirror, Qi Mo stood behind him, with broad shoulders and a tall figure that enveloped him.

When Shi Feng lowered his head slightly, Qi Mo pinched his earlobe and put the dark blue earring on.

The diamond feels cold to the touch, but Shi Feng feels his cheeks are faintly hot.

"Yes, white skin looks good wearing it." Qi Mo looked at Shi Feng's side face, breathing sprayed on the back of his neck, "Wear it in the future?"

Shi Feng said, "I have mine myself."

"I have mine myself..." Qi Mo imitated his awkward speech, and was glared at by Shi Feng.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he was so gentle that other people's eyes unconsciously swept back and forth between the two, wanting to confirm something.

"It's not that you lost one of the ones your mother gave you." Qi Mo's voice suddenly dropped, and he whispered to Shi Feng in front of others, "It's a gift from your relatives, keep it at home and treasure it."

"Given it by my lover...then wear it on your body every day."