The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Shen Moyan forgot how he entered the room, and when he came back to his senses, he had been stripped naked and thrown on the hotel bed, his wet hair was stained into the white pillow, leaving little by little water stains.

The body pressed down from above carried a scalding temperature, as if the burning flame, together with his remaining moisture and reason, were burned up to the root, leaving no armor left.

Probably the whole plot was too intense, which made his mind that has lived for a hundred years really hard to use. Every kiss that landed on the skin was like a hot iron, and the sticky and greasy ones could only be exchanged for more unbearable breathing .

When Shen Moyan is still sober, he will probably think that this is wrong. He shouldn't love Xue Shaoqing but have a relationship with Wang Ye. How should Shaoqing explain when he comes back.

But later, when he became confused, what popped into his head was that although the soul is not there, the body is still the same, so it should not be considered cheating... How did Wang Ye stay in such good health after being shot... and, a little deeper .

In fact, he forgot how many times he did it in the end, but he only remembered the deep and frantic gaze Wang Ye cast each time, as well as the moment of entering, the expressions of mutual satisfaction.

When he woke up the next morning, the soreness in his whole body made him a little exhausted. After countless nights of embracing each other in the past, he would always have this illusion of being hollowed out, but this time it was even worse, and the other party was obviously unrestrained.

Wang Ye hadn't woken up yet, and Shen Moyan was thinking in a daze whether he should wake up the man, or whether it would be better for him to leave lightly. He was still hesitating, but he first saw him frowning and opening his eyes. Open your eyes.

Shen Moyan was a little nervous subconsciously, he didn't even dare to breathe hard, his eyes widened to look at the other person's face, and he couldn't turn his mind around what to do for a while.After all, it is still unclear whether this is cheating or not. He doesn't think that he will be able to escape after living for a hundred years.

"Awake?" He was still in the battle between heaven and man, Wang Ye smiled lazily, and reached out to stroke his long hair. His voice was hoarse, which was characteristic of just waking up, but it was surprisingly pleasant.

"Yeah." Shen Moyan thought about what he should say, but his voice was bulging but he couldn't say anything, so he had to muffle a muffled reply.

"Stupid." Wang Ye gritted out his neat teeth, grabbed the little thing in front of him with a big hand, and of course, Shen Moyan crashed into this hot chest without warning, his nose and ears were a little bit flushed.

"What's the matter, are you still shy?" First Young Master Wang didn't intend to let him go, teasingly, he leaned down to steal a kiss from him, with a wicked smile on his face like a hooligan.

"No..." Shen Moyan wanted to refuse, and even planned in his mind to tell the young master that it was time for him to get up and film, but before he could finish speaking, he heard the man's voice above his head again.

"I'm very happy." Wang Ye smiled, and said slowly, "I'm really happy to be able to hug you like this, and to be with you so well."

The man spoke unhurriedly, as if he was making some kind of oath, his tone was solemn and serious, even his pretty brows were furrowed, and he hugged each other's hands unconsciously with more force: "Shen Moyan, shall we be like this from now on? Together forever, never apart..."

As soon as the words fell into Shen Moyan's ears, he couldn't help shivering.

lifetime?forever?

He bit his lower lip tightly, ordering himself to be silent and absolutely not to respond.

There is no such thing as eternity in Wang Ye, maybe after two days when Hengyan brings Xue Shaoqing's soul back, this lawless young master will never have the chance to enjoy the prosperity of the world, let alone the stupid idea of ​​being entangled with himself for a lifetime.

Shen Moyan suddenly felt a chill, uncontrollably thinking about where Wang Ye would go if Xue Shaoqing came back.

After death, the soul will go into the six realms of reincarnation, either go to heaven or fall to the ground, but no one has ever said where the consciousness made up of a breath of nobility will wander after the soul returns to its place.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled Heng Yan's original words: "There is no reincarnation, and there will be no reincarnation. After this life is over, it will disappear in the world, leaving no traces."

Subconsciously, goosebumps appeared on his body, Shen Moyan grabbed the man in front of him tightly, but he couldn't say anything, the sense of fear seemed to erode his reason bit by bit.

"What's the matter? Feeling cold? Is the heating not enough?" Naturally, Wang Ye couldn't see the panic in his heart, and got out of bed to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner a few more degrees.

Shen Moyan suddenly felt that his embrace was empty, and wanted to reach out to grab something, and stared blankly at his hands, his throat was dry and bitter.

"It's time for me to go to filming." He said, the expression on his face was almost uncontrollable, and he struggled to get up to change clothes.

"Little thing." Wang Ye hugged his slender waist from behind with a smile, and put his chin in the neck, and the heat sprayed wantonly into each other's body temperature: "I will come to visit your class later, okay?"

He nodded, not knowing how to react, so he could only put his head on his clothes quickly, but he couldn't even button the buttons because he was too busy.

"Did you get too tired last night?" Wang Ye grabbed his hand, with a vicious expression on his face, and patiently buttoned him one by one, still teasing him: "It seems that you have been tormented so much, even No more clothes."

Shen Moyan actually wanted to refuse, but the man's thoughtful appearance made him a little sad.

Since when did Wang Ye start to be so gentle?

"Okay." Wang Ye brushed his long hair and kissed him lightly on the forehead, his eyes unconsciously showed appreciation: "You are very energetic, go wash up and go out."

"Okay..." Shen Moyan didn't know why he was nervous, but his body obediently walked to the bathroom and began to tidy up.

Or somewhat guilty, Wang Ye never refused no matter how mischievous he came, until he finally went out and sat in the dressing room, Shen Moyan felt a sense of exhaustion instead.

The crew had already started to work one after another. He frowned and rubbed his temples, and when he saw the makeup artist came to greet him, he put on a smile, trying not to let others see the abnormality.

Originally, he was still worried that what happened last night would be discovered by the crew. It can be seen that everyone was busy busy, but he was relieved. After all, Wang Ye's identity is too conspicuous, and he himself is a person in the forefront, so it is easy to make mistakes.

Taking advantage of the make-up artist's time, Shen Moyan closed his eyes and was dozing off. Not long after, he heard Xiao Li's voice again. The child was indeed young, always bluffing, and full of energy early in the morning.

"Boss Shen! I'm here~Look~" Xiao Li seemed a little excited to ask for credit, as if he was carrying a heavy object in his hand, he was out of breath.

He was actually quite tired, but it was not easy to shake the mood of the little assistant, so he lazily opened his eyes and looked up. Sure enough, he saw the young man brought a lot of freshly squeezed juice, and said with a smile on his face: " This place is only for a few leading actors, I also ordered fruit plates and juices to be delivered later, and the store will deliver them, so I’m sure it will be done properly.”

Seeing his appearance, Shen Moyan wanted to laugh, nodded and seriously praised his assistant: "It's done well." Turning around and smiling, he said to the dressing room, "Come on, get a cup, go out and wait for me, I'll change the costume."

The make-up artist is a 27-year-old young man, and everyone in the mob circle will naturally talk to people and talk nonsense. This is the first round of cooperation with him. I have inquired about his temper and character before, and know that this family is a big singer. He has a dull temper and is not easy to serve, so he nodded his head quickly, said thank you, picked up a glass of juice and went out with Xiao Li to wait.

Xiao Li was stupid and seemed to want to say something. He scratched the back of his head and was hesitating. The makeup artist saw that he had no eyesight, so he simply pushed and took him out, leaving his boss alone.

Seeing that they were all going out, Shen Moyan smiled helplessly and stepped forward to confirm that the door had been locked. Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and stretched out two sharp claws neatly, quickly cutting his right finger.

The blood immediately gushed out along the skin and flesh. Without hesitation, he opened the caps of the juice bottles one by one, and dripped several drops of blood on each cup, mixing them with the fruit juice.

He wasn't sure which cup Yang Zhen would drink, so he simply put all the ingredients in, even if a healthy person drank it, it didn't matter, it was just a tonic to strengthen his body.

After all, he was the one who caused the male lead to be injured, and because he had to continue filming today, Shen Moyan didn't dare to delay. After changing his clothes, he opened the door and told Xiao Li to deliver all the juice to everyone.

Fortunately, although the little assistant is not very smart, his hands and feet are still very nimble. First, he went to deliver fruit juices to the leading actors, and then called the store to send fruit plates and drinks to each group.

When Shen Moyan was ready to go to the venue to continue filming, Yang Zhen's occasional wounds were almost healed, leaving only some brown scabs that would take time to subside.