After the top stream rejected me, I wanted to break the mirror and reunite

Jiang Zhuohan ignored Mu Xing, and after he sat down, the staff came to sort out his clothes and arrow wounds.

Get ready again and start shooting again.

Mu Xing did as he said this time, "Try not to touch it as much as possible", but Jiang Zhuohan didn't feel any better. They were so close that they were only one hand away, and Mu Xing exhaled like steam from a boiling kettle. Mu Xing probably wanted to burn him to death.

In order not to do it all over again, he tried his best to restrain himself, using Mu Xing as a piece of wood for the confrontation, and finally got through until Mu Xing took the clothes off the arrow.

Mu Xing said, "Xiao Jin, hold on, I'll help you pull out the 0."

Jiang Zhuohan sat upright, clenched his hands on his lap, and nodded proudly, but when Mu Xing moved, he immediately said, "Be gentle."

The arrow is fake, Mu Xing only needs to do the pulling action, but Jiang Zhuohan has to feel the sharp pain out of thin air.

He was brewing emotions, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, Mu Xing gently approached him, and grabbed the fake arrow on his chest.As a result, he, who was injured, was not nervous, but saw Mu Xing's chest heaving heavily.

He looked up and found that what Mu Xing was looking at was not his injury, but his collarbone.

"Yan Beixing, pull out."

Jiang Zhuohan added words to remind.

Mu Xing's consciousness finally returned to the play, he licked his lower lip subconsciously, held the arrow tightly with one hand, and pressed Jiang Zhuohan's shoulder with the other, and pulled it off unexpectedly.

Immediately, Jiang Zhuohan couldn't hold back and let out a scream.

"Senior brother!"

Mu Xing blurted out, Jiang Zhuohan's cry was so realistic, he was completely brought into the role, he forgot to try not to touch Jiang Zhuohan's affairs, he quickly supported Jiang Zhuohan's bare back with one hand, and covered Jiang Zhuohan's wound with the prepared white cloth with the other hand , bent down and blew and blew on the wound back and forth, softly comforting.

"Don't look at the injury, look at me."

Mu Xing changed his words. Although they were all words of comfort, the original line was "just bear with it".

Jiang Zhuohan frowned even deeper, raised his head and glanced at Mu Xing, and said, "Seeing that you still hurt."

"Then, what do you want so that it doesn't hurt?"

Mu Xing completely forgot his lines and answered an inexplicable sentence, but the director didn't say "click", and he didn't notice the wrong word at all, only his eyes were full of distress for Jiang Zhuohan.He supported the hands on Jiang Zhuohan's back subconsciously stroking and comforting him, squatted down halfway, and hugged Jiang Zhuohan's whole body into his arms.

Jiang Zhuohan felt the hot air from Mu Xing's nose hitting his shoulder, and Mu Xing's nose would rub against him from time to time, and the hand holding him was too hard.

If this continues, it will really become a "basic love" drama!

"Yan Beixing, I'm fine, take the medicine."

Jiang Zhuohan tried his best to correct the plot, but Mu Xing hadn't reacted yet, and his hand underneath, covered by Mu Xing's clothes, pinched Mu Xing's thigh.

Mu Xing finally remembered the plot, but when he went to look for the medicine, he couldn't find it. He was reminded outside the venue and finally found the medicine bottle in the cabinet next to him.

In order not to interrupt the emotions of the actors, Mu Xingshang only needs to do an action, and will make up close-up shots later.

"Crack."

Director Zhou suddenly asked after shouting, "Mu Xing, what is a junior brother? When did Chu Jin become your junior brother?"

Mu Xing hadn't played yet, so he was taken aback by the question. He didn't remember calling him "junior brother".

Jiang Zhuohan tightened his clothes, and said with a smile: "Maybe Mr. Mu is deeply in love and thinks of his younger brother!"

When it comes to singing and dancing shows, everyone has a few people who can be called brothers and sisters. No one thinks too much, and this topic is over.

But Mu Xing held Jiang Zhuohan and stared at it for a while, Jiang Zhuohan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Just say what you want."

"I only have one younger brother."

Mu Xing murmured in a low voice, but Jiang Zhuohan heard it clearly, and replied, "I don't care how many juniors you have." After he finished speaking, he walked away.

After watching the replay of the previous paragraph, Director Zhou was very satisfied with the effect. Although the words were wrong and added, the problem is not big, and it can be dealt with later.

He then shouted: "The one just passed, let's take the next one."

When Jiang Zhuohan heard this, he felt that Director Zhou's understanding of the plot was a bit different from his.

In the next plot, Yan Beixing bandaged Chu Jin, Yan Beixing apologized to Chu Jin for covering his injury, and Chu Jin's trust in Yan Beixing deepened.

Before pulling the arrow, Jiang Zhuohan's clothes were still hanging on his body, so he had to take off all the bandages.Before the shoot, Mu Xing chose to practice his technique, and he took off his clothes to apply oil on his body, and sprayed a layer of "sweat" after applying it.

The girl who did this job blushed unconsciously in the middle of the job, and said embarrassedly: "I've seen a lot of good figures, but this is the first time someone as attractive as Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Zhuohan coughed suddenly, "It's also the first time I've been—"

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly got stuck and didn't continue.Mu Xing, who was practicing bandaging next to him, stopped his movements and stared straight at Jiang Zhuohan's skin that was not covered by his clothes. His eyes were red when he was touched by others.

Finally, after the preparations were completed, Jiang Zhuohan sat at the table with his upper body bare, while Mu Xingli stood next to him and wrapped a bandage around his body.

There were no unrelated people around, and the soft light reflected perfect lines on Jiang Zhuohan's body.

Jiang Zhuohan's good figure is not only because he has pectoral and abdominal muscles, but every time he is just stuck on the threshold of sexy, that's why he took pictures of himself picking up bullets and was said to be sexy.

As soon as Mu Xingguang stood over, he felt hot and dry. He endured and endured, and then bent down and wrapped the bandage around Jiang Zhuohan. The strips of cloth wrapped around Jiang Zhuohan's body seemed to be all his thoughts, and he couldn't help but pretend to be careless. Touching it didn't relieve anything, but it was like being scratched by a paw on his heart, which was extremely itchy.

He barely maintained his voice and said his lines, "Xiaojin, I'm sorry I hurt you."

Jiang Zhuohan replied: "If you feel sorry, treat me better."

"What do I want?"

"Let me be more when I'm drinking."

As Jiang Zhuohan said, he looked up at Mu Xing, his eyes were full of smiles, and there was a hint of coquettishness in his eyes.

Mu Xing couldn't help shaking his hands, the impulse he had spent a long time restraining was completely broken by Jiang Zhuohan's glance.

He was full of thoughts showing a figure that made his adrenaline soar. Looking at him like this again, he didn't do anything, and he had exhausted all his restraint.

He hastily tied the bandage, retracted his hand and said, "From now on, I will let you."

"Then don't make such a bad face, give me a smile." Jiang Zhuohan naturally raised his hand to pinch Mu Xing's face.

Mu Xing smiled helplessly, not very good-looking.

Jiang Zhuohan said again: "Yan Beixing, I'm happy to block this arrow for you. You just accept it. Do you still want me to beg you?"

"I know myself--"

Mu Xing got stuck in the middle of his lines, Jiang Zhuohan suddenly grabbed his hand and stood up, unilaterally gave him a high five, and held it again.

This action was not in the script, it was added by Jiang Zhuohan.

The two looked at each other, Mu Xing held back his hand, holding back his saliva, and squeezed Jiang Zhuohan's hand tightly.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds.

Mu Xing was stunned for more than ten seconds and did not let go, nor did he say the following lines.Jiang Zhuohan quietly stretched his feet over to kick Mu Xing, but the stool was too unstable, so he sat forward again, stretched his feet forward, and fell down suddenly.

Mu Xing, who was holding his hand, was caught off guard, and was also brought down by him, falling right on top of him.

Suddenly, the audience exclaimed in unison.

Jiang Zhuohan pushed Mu Xing to get up, but when Mu Xing moved, his face turned black instantly, and he glared at Mu Xing angrily, "You fucking——"

Mu Xing glanced at him in embarrassment, then turned away, turned over and sat down under the table in an instant, and glanced at him with lowered eyebrows.

At this time, someone came over and saw Mu Xing hiding under the table like a young daughter-in-law who was forced by a bully, and asked inexplicably, "Mr. Jiang, Mr. Mu, are you okay?"

Jiang Zhuohan didn't answer directly, he stood up with his arms on his waist and said, "I may have hit my waist."

The lead actor's injury is not a big deal, if something goes wrong, it will affect the progress of the entire crew, and immediately the people around him will gather around to care about Jiang Zhuohan.

Jiang Zhuohan took the clothes from someone and put them on his body. Facing the concerns from all directions, he propped himself up on the table and replied: "It's okay, maybe I was knocked by the stool, just take a rest."

Director Zhou also came over, and seeing Jiang Zhuohan's frowning, he simply said, "Forget it, I'll be here today, everyone get off work."

Jiang Zhuohan looked at Director Zhou in surprise. He just wanted to take a break to avoid Mu Xing temporarily, and he didn't want to get off work.

Director Zhou didn't give him a chance to object at all, and left after comforting him. The others immediately started cleaning up the scene, and he had to be forced to leave work.

"Brother Jiang, how are you?" Yuan Hang ran over to help Jiang Zhuohan, seeing his frown, didn't understand how much he wanted to continue working, thinking that he was in severe pain.

Jiang Zhuohan put his arm around Yuan Hang's shoulders, and shook his head helplessly, "It's okay, let's go."

"Teacher, Teacher Jiang."

Mu Xing suddenly stood in front of Jiang Zhuohan, "Did you really hit your back?"

"Otherwise?" Jiang Zhuohan replied, no matter how Mu Xing reacted, he walked around him and limped out.

Mu Xing followed silently, but he didn't dare to get too close with a distance of more than one meter, and walked slowly with Jiang Zhuohan.

Yuan Hang noticed the weird atmosphere between the two of them, and didn't understand what happened. Thinking about the unknown relationship between the two, he suspected that Jiang Zhuohan was injured by Mu Xing. Jiang Zhuohan didn't say anything to prevent Mu Xing from being a bad person in the crew. , but he was angry again, so he ignored Mu Xing.

He hurriedly asked, "Brother Jiang, let's go to the hospital, in case we hurt a bone."

Jiang Yingdi still had a pained look on his face, but he pinched Yuan Hang's hand and gave Yuan Hang a hint with his eyes.

Yuan Hang was stunned for a moment and realized, "You pretend—why?"

"want to rest."

Yuan Hang didn't believe this reason, Jiang Zhuohan had been filming for 36 hours without sleep, how could he want to rest.He felt that it was mostly because of Mu Xing, but it was hard for Jiang Zhuohan to ask if he didn't tell him.

After 3 minutes of walking, they walked slowly for 10 minutes. Yuan Hang finally sent Jiang Zhuohan into the locker room. He was supposed to help, but Jiang Zhuohan straightened up instantly and kicked him out.

After Jiang Zhuohan took off his clothes and removed the fake wound on his chest, he suddenly heard someone open the door and come in.

This dressing room is exclusively for him, except for Yuan Hang, no one will come in casually. He thought it was Yuan Hang who had something to do, but the person who came directly opened the curtain of his dressing room and sneaked in.

He met Mu Xing's gaze from the mirror.

"what are you doing?"

Mu Xing committed the problem of not speaking again, staring at Jiang Zhuohan without saying a word.

Jiang Zhuohan adjusted his mood back, and said politely: "Ms. Mu's dressing room is next door, did you go wrong?"

"I'm sorry, just now I—"

Mu Xing didn't say anything for a long time, Jiang Zhuohan smiled, "What are you? You haven't passed puberty yet?"

Mu Xing suddenly took a step forward, pushed Jiang Zhuohan back and pressed him against the mirror. He lowered his head against Jiang Zhuohan's forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Junior brother, do you really want to hear me say it?"

"Mu Xing, did you misunderstand something?"

"What am I misunderstanding?"

Jiang Zhuohan said coldly: "We are just filming in the same crew, just temporary colleagues."

"Just a temporary colleague?"

"Just, let me go."

Mu Xing didn't let go, and asked: "Is there nothing else?"

Jiang Zhuohan asked back: "What else should there be?"

Mu Xing stared at Jiang Zhuohan for a moment, and then said, "You give me medicine and help me maintain the relationship with the crew. You heard that I had a car accident and rushed to find me. How dare you say that you have nothing else?"

"I dare!"

Jiang Zhuohan couldn't bear to push Mu Xing away, "We are all adults, don't you understand how adults get along? Even a little emotional intelligence will not show the disgust in my heart! In a film crew, do I have to speak ill of you all the time? Face each other, let the whole crew know that we are at odds?"

"But, but—"

"There's nothing wrong! I just want to finish this drama well. It's my principle to be friendly with people. If this bothers you, I will pay attention to it in the future."

After Jiang Zhuohan finished speaking, he picked up his clothes and was about to go out. Mu Shou suddenly grabbed him, and then pulled him hard, and he was thrown to the wall next to him.Mu Xing involuntarily pushed him over and squeezed his back against the wall, unable to retreat.

"Mu—"

As soon as Jiang Zhuohan opened his mouth, Mu Xing cupped his face with both hands and kissed him directly. No matter how hard he struggled, Mu Xing never let go.

Mu Xing has been studying for 3 years, wishing to be so addicted forever, even if Jiang Zhuohan bites him, he will endure it, and he is satisfied with the smell of blood in his mouth.

In the end, he had tasted enough of the taste of missing before he finally let go, pulled a little distance away from Jiang Zhuohan, and said with heavy steam from his mouth and nose, "Junior Brother, you clearly know why I came here."

"I have no idea!"

Jiang Zhuohan was really angry. He kicked Mu Xing away and glared at Mu Xing angrily, "What do you want me to know? You were the one who said you would play a play three years ago! You were the one who didn't come in the end! Now I I don't care about you anymore! Don't fucking kiss me!"

"That's because—"

"Go away! I don't want to hear it!"

Jiang Zhuohan cursed, and angrily lifted the curtain to go out. Mu Xing looked at the curtain that fell to block Jiang Zhuohan, and punched the wall hard.