The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan was helped up by Xiao Li and the field manager, and he and Yang Zhen were taken to the rest area to check his injuries. He was immediately surrounded when he sat down.

"Hiss." Yang Zhen's arm was scratched a lot, the costume was fortunately backed up, the cuffs were cut open by his assistant, and even the belt was bloody.

"Sorry, sorry." Sweat dripped from Shen Moyan's anxious forehead. If he had been distracted just now, the two of them wouldn't be in such a mess now. They could only apologize to each other continuously without raising their heads.

"Don't, don't, it's fine. It's normal to get injured during filming. Besides, it's just a small injury when we were filming a fight scene." Yang Zhen waved his good hand with a smile, and comforted him aloud.

Shen Moyan was still feeling guilty, thinking about giving some blood to Yang Zhen when he was not paying attention, this would not only hurt others, but also delay the progress of the crew.

He kept his head buried all the time, and there was a sharp gaze behind him that made his back ache. Xiao Li picked up the scissors and cut off a large piece of his sleeve, exposing the injured part just now.

"It's okay, it's okay, there's no big problem." Xiao Li patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

The place on his left arm that was stabbed by the sword is already healing, and what everyone sees now are only small wounds, so naturally there will be no problem. He hurriedly covered his affected part, nodded and answered vaguely twice.

"Can you stand up? Look at other places, why don't we go back to the dressing room first and take off our clothes to check it." Xiao Li said worriedly, seeing that Assistant Yang Zhen had brought his artist to the dressing room, he also suggested.

"Okay...let's go to the dressing room first." In fact, he didn't need to check the injury, but just wanted to avoid that gaze.

"Can you get up?" Xiao Li was still worried, and hurried forward to support him, but was suddenly opened by two big hands.

Shen Moyan raised his head subconsciously, and met those falcon-like eyes, the turbulent emotions were clearly suppressed in the darkness, reflected on the handsome face, making it hard to take your eyes off.

He's still thinking about what to say, say he's fine, or make way?

But in the next second, he was picked up in the air by a force, his hands and feet were imprisoned, and he couldn't move, only the strong heartbeat came from his ears.

"Wang...Wang Dong..." Everyone around them stared wide-eyed and looked at each other. No one thought that the old man Wang would suddenly make such a move until the assistant director realized that his eyesight and hands were dying and he said with a smile: "That ...Wang Dong...how can I trouble you, just let us come."

"Get out of the way." Wang Ye didn't even bother to look straight at him, he frowned and spoke.

"Uh...okay..." The assistant director's forehead was covered with cold sweat, so he had no choice but to walk away wisely, not daring to make any movements after following the three of them.

When they reached the door of the dressing room, Wang Ye kicked the door open, carried Shen Moyan in, and shut the other two people outside with a bang.

"Ha," the assistant director was scared to death, and said to Xiao Li with a smile: "I didn't expect Boss Shen and Director Wang to have a very good relationship."

Xiao Li rolled his eyes and said teasingly, "Stop asking around, go and see Yang Zhen, the lead actor should not go wrong."

"Hey, okay." The assistant director responded repeatedly, feeling that he couldn't afford to offend anyone, so he turned around and walked to Yang Zhen's dressing room.

Shen Moyan was put on the sofa by Wang Ye, not daring to vent his breath.This sofa was bought by the crew for the rest of the actors. It is logical that it is exclusive to the lead actor, but he is considered a friendly performance and is also the singer of the theme song. It is not surprising that he has this kind of treatment.

"Does it hurt?" Wang Ye looked down at him, his emotions unclear.

"...Fortunately...it doesn't hurt anymore." Shen Moyan was completely unprepared to face him, so he could only shake his head, lowering his head and not daring to look any more.

"Show me." Wang Ye frowned, obviously not believing, squatting down and reaching out to take off his clothes.

As soon as his hands reached Shen Moyan's eyes, he reacted almost subconsciously. He immediately slapped them away, looked at the other person in horror, his fingers tugged at his neckline, and his chest heaved uncontrollably.

Wang Ye didn't seem to expect him to have such a reaction. He recalled what happened in the hospital before, and his face was a little embarrassing.

He withdrew his hand, simply stood up and carried it back, not knowing whether the emotion emerging in his heart was sadness or grievance.

"See for yourself if you still feel uncomfortable. I won't touch you, and I won't...look at you..." At the end of the sentence, his voice seemed to be sighing.

Since when did they become like this, they were clearly ordinary people, and they should be even more moved after the incident of blocking the gun.Why is Shen Moyan more indifferent and more distant?

What is the secret behind this, he can't understand, really can't understand.

Shen Moyan pursed his lips and gave a vague "hmm". He stood up and began to check for any injuries. In fact, he was not worried. He was an old monster who had lived for a hundred years, but he rolled twice on the ground, how could he hurt himself? Even the bruises on his arms have healed to the point that there is not much left.

There was an awkward silence in the air, and nothing could be heard except the breathing of the two of them.He didn't want to make Wang Ye unhappy, nor did he deliberately push him away, but he wasn't ready, really not ready.

How to know that the other party is not Xue Shaoqing, but still calm as usual.

Wang Ye's touch is not unbearable, just every inch of contact seems to be hot enough to remind him constantly.

This is betrayal.

Shen Moyan took a deep breath, trying his best not to look so deliberate, with a slight smile on his cheeks, despite being full of embarrassment: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"Aren't you happy that I'm here?" Wang Ye turned around and looked straight into his eyes, which clearly contained a forbearing storm.

"No...I'm not..." Shen Moyan lowered his head again.

He wasn't unhappy, he just didn't dare to be happy.

"It's quite out of the way here. The driver brought you here?" He casually chatted, trying to ease the atmosphere, but Wang Ye grabbed his shoulders and forced him to look directly into those eyes again.

"I came here by myself, do you want to see me? Or do you hate seeing me now." Wang Ye's eyes were filled with a little pain, and his tone trembled unconsciously, as if he was stinging himself while questioning.

"No...how could it be...I'm very happy..." Shen Moyan didn't realize that his voice was dry and empty, and his heart was twitching quietly.

He wanted to convince himself, but he failed in the end. He wanted to be really happy, but his rationality refused to let go.

"Then why are you hiding from me?" Wang Ye broke his body, hugged the slender waist in front of him carefully from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder, and sprayed the hot breath between the skins of each other little by little.

"Do you know...I miss you so much...I miss you every day and every second..." Wang Ye's voice was hoarse, and his tone was like a coquettish boy, with some pleading, with Feeling a little helpless, constantly killing people's mind.

Shen Moyan stood up stiffly, did not speak, and looked out the window to resist the touch at this moment.

"Are you afraid of me?" Wang Ye had a nasal voice, sounded extremely aggrieved and pitiful, his arms kept clenching a little bit, and complained: "Did I scare you last time? I didn't mean it. ...May I apologize to you? Don't be afraid of me....Everyone else is afraid of me, but you don't..."

"Give me some time..." When Shen Moyan heard his own voice, he felt so unfamiliar that he wanted to laugh, just like what Heng Yan said, if he really wanted to break up the two of them, there were many ways to do it, but he didn't Procrastinating, should not stop, harm others and yourself.

He deserves it.