Affectionate male supporting role as individual [Quick Transmigration]

Song Xingchen's face froze, Chaoyu's cold words made his blood-congested brain finally recover a bit of sobriety.

He started thinking about what he did today.

Chao Yu wants to cut off the role of the heroine, because he thinks that love should last forever, so the hero should always like the female supporting role.Then he decided to correct Chaoyu's values ​​because he was going to be cut from the scene and wanted to see Chaoyu make a fool of himself.

However, Chaoyu's unwavering love corresponds to Song Xingchen in reality!

Didn't he just tell Chaoyu himself that it was wrong for him to like him? ! ! !

Song Xingchen didn't understand how he fell into such a big trap.

At that time, he should have accepted Chao Yu's decision to cut off the role of the heroine, and he should have strongly affirmed and actively supported it!

But thinking about it again, Song Xingchen felt something was wrong again.

If he affirms Chaoyu's approach, he will be scolded bloody by rational netizens.

So whether you choose to correct or support

——It's all wrong! ! !

Once he realized this, even though Song Xingchen saw Chaoyu's collapsed and fragile appearance not long ago, at this moment, every pore in his body couldn't help trembling.

Song Xingchen started to feel confused, does this person really like him?

But now is not the time to think about this, the critical moment is to stabilize Chaoyu, and let Chaoyu still have love for him, even a little bit.

Otherwise, what awaits him is ruin.

Song Xingchen's mind flipped back and forth, but in reality it only took a few seconds.He leaned closer to Chao Yu, pressed his palm on Chao Yu's arm, his expression generally seemed calm, with a bit of disbelief,

"Song Zesheng, why do you think so?"

"Have you forgotten, you have always liked me, this is something everyone knows. I said before that you are wrong for being consistent, but I did not deny that it is wrong for you to love me, don't do it If you mess up, don’t doubt yourself.”

Chao Yu pursed his lips, but he didn't buy it, "But it's because I've been single that I like you."

Song Xingchen dared to conclude that if this sentence appeared in the next program, everyone would know that Chao Yu didn't like Song Xingchen at all.

He couldn't bear that Chaoyu didn't love him, his expression was almost broken, his fingers wished they could penetrate Chaoyu's performance costume and pinch into his flesh, so that Chaoyu could take back what he just said.

Song Xingchen said in a hoarse voice: "Song Zesheng, think about it carefully, how could a normal person give everything for the other party because of such light four words. And this limit is as long as four years!! Song Zesheng, do you like it?" Mine, it’s just that you don’t realize it! You love me!!!”

Chaoyu frowned, stretched out his hand, and pushed him a few steps away with a cold face, "You are wrong."

The whiteness at the end of his hair invaded the roots without any trace.

"Anyway, I've been pestering you for so long, you should know." He said.

Song Xingchen said: "Know... what?"

Chao Yu quietly watched Song Xingchen, who looked a little embarrassed, and he smiled, with a cold tone,

"I'm just crazy."

Because he is a lunatic, the four words "single to the end" are firmly reflected in his mind.

So even if you are hated, ignored, hated, framed, even if you get hurt and your whole body is broken into pieces, it doesn't matter.

Song Xingchen opened his eyes wide, his heart seemed to be smashed by a hammer, and he felt inexplicably sad. His face turned pale, his mind was dizzy, and he almost fell down.

But at this moment, he could only grit his teeth and persist.

Song Xingchen lowered his head, his voice was pale, "Song Zesheng, the performance is about to start, our time is precious, and all our energy should be spent on the performance now."

"As for our affairs, we can talk about it after the program is successfully recorded."

Hmph, after the show is over, everyone will know that he and Chao Yu are a match made in heaven!

Song Xingchen exhaled foul breath, "What do you think?"

Chao Yu said: "Yes."

In the following time, Song Xingchen didn't stick to Chao Yu's side anymore, but found another place to recite his words.

Chaoyu has long been familiar with his lines, facial expressions, and even his positioning.At this time when everyone was busy, Chaoyu sat on a chair, his eyes were fixed on one direction, his face was expressionless, like a silent statue.

"Hello! Song Zesheng!!"

Chao Yu turned his head and looked towards the door.

It's Cheng Qing.

Cheng Qing put on the wedding dress as required by the plot.

In the plot, the female partner played by Cheng Qing learned that she was sick early, so in the few days, she has been wearing a wedding dress and waiting for the rebellious male lead to come home.But her ending was good, and she finally got her fiancé before she died.

Cheng Qing is usually a very masculine man, but his handsome face is not lacking in the exquisite beauty of a woman, and the muscles of his arms are smooth and not exaggerated. Putting on a wedding dress, it can be seen that he is a man, but it will not produce absurdity. , It's a ridiculous feeling.

Especially those beautiful cat eyes are simply the finishing touch.

Chao Yu was taken aback.

Cheng Qing felt Chao Yu's gaze, tugged at the wedding dress that fell on his waist, his eyes were drooping, his eyelashes were like plantains hit by rain, "Fuck...fuck...it's so ugly."

Chao Yu said, "Look up your eyes."

The voice was cold and indifferent, hiding endless obsessions.

Cheng Qing raised his eyes subconsciously, and just bumped into Chao Yu's dark eyes, his eyes were full of unreasonable and terrifying emotions, Cheng Qing just glanced, and his eyes couldn't help looking away, but He felt it was impolite again, and looked at him again.

Really show the advantages of your cat's eyes to the fullest.

"Your eyes are beautiful." Chao Yu looked away, and he only noticed Cheng Qing's clothes now.

If it is but married, it is probably the same, wearing a wedding dress, looking shy.

His thoughts were gradually swallowed up by memories, and only vague fragments could be remembered, which only increased his paranoia. Chaoyu quickly regained his senses and said slowly: "You look very good in the wedding dress."

"Heh." Cheng Qing lifted up his skirt angrily and walked to the side, sulked for a while, and said proactively: "Song Zesheng, there is a special script for the play between you and Song Xingchen. For people to read, do you have to come up with a rough script to get a feel for it?"

Chaoyu glanced at him, "It's not necessary."

"Why is it unnecessary!" Cheng Qing went crazy, "You have to say something today."

Chao Yu then said, "You can play whatever you want."

"you!"

Chaoyu stretched out his index finger and put it on his lips, "Patients with heart disease should be less angry."

"Aren't I mad at you!!!"

Chao Yu touched Cheng Qing's bulging cat eyes, "Teach me everything."

Cheng Qing froze for a moment, he felt that this person was looking at something else through him, so he stopped talking.

In the end, the two were in the same room and lived in peace.

Soon it was time for the performance, and the two of them entered the studio together. Song Xingchen had already arrived, arranging his clothes, and everything was ready.

After posing, Director Pei hit the board, ""Bai Shao's Runaway Sweetheart", action!"

"Snapped--!"

Cheng Qing, who was wearing a wedding dress, was sleeping on a large-sized hospital bed. His main focus was on the music industry. When shooting in such an environment so quiet that he could only hear the machines running, his body couldn't help but tense, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up. , the brain seems to stop functioning.

Fuck!

Cheng Qing scolded her in her heart, if she knew it, she wouldn't have listened to Chao Yu's nonsense!You should check your lines in advance!

Chaoyu will come in later, what will his dying fiancée want to say to her fiancé, what is his expression, ahhh, what is he going to do!

Cheng Qing is going to be so nervous!

At this time, time passed by every minute and every second, and the suffocating silence gradually filled the ward made of green cloth.

"boom--!"

Chao Yu broke through the door.

The crude scene couldn't help shaking, Cheng Qing couldn't help shaking his eyelashes, and grabbed the quilt with his fingers, almost turning white with strength.

He heard footsteps, hurried steps, and while he was still thinking about it, his hand was suddenly grabbed.

Cheng Qing subconsciously opened his eyes, and saw Chaoyu whose eyes were bloodshot and with veins protruding from his forehead, feeling anxious, nervous, and restless in his eye sockets.

Before Cheng Qing could think about what to do next, Chao Yu had already tightly covered his eyes. He let out a soft cry, and heard Chao Yu's furious voice:

"Cheng Qing, are you fucking annoying, and you're giving me this trick again."

"Can you pretend to be sick? Who wears a wedding dress when sick! Are you crazy to marry me? As for humiliating yourself like this?!"

"Don't think I don't know, you are just one with that group of old bastards, planning for me to fulfill my marriage contract and marry you, you... are you evil... Huh, let me tell you, I won't let you succeed!!"

"Get up for me quickly, what kind of tricks will you use!"

Cheng Qing was so angry that he couldn't help struggling. Who knew that this man was so strong that he couldn't push him away.

He became even angrier, and couldn't help but said, "Yeah, I don't have anything."

"I'm about to die and you are still such a beast, get out!!!!"

When he tried again, at this moment, Chaoyu was pushed heavily on the ground.

Because Cheng Qing was wearing a wedding dress, he got up from the hospital bed with some difficulty. His eyes were red, half from anger, and half from Chao Yu's finger pressure.

But when Cheng Qing saw Chao Yu who was pushed to the ground by him, he was stunned.

In Cheng Qing's memory, Chao Yu, who had always been arrogant and arrogant, actually cried at this moment.