There are always some amazing people on set

Meng Jinghan had given up on distinguishing whether he was too eager or hadn't vented for a long time, anyway, he got up carefully and took a shower slowly, probably because he subconsciously felt that it was too embarrassing, Ji Ziheng was lingering in his mind.

The sound of water was still splashing, he turned off the tap and began to apply body wash. Ji Ziheng occupied his thoughts to an extent beyond imagination, almost as long as he closed his eyes, Meng Jinghan would have the illusion that someone was standing in front of him.

He rubbed bubbles on his body with his hands, but the picture in his mind became more and more biased, like Brother Heng rubbing his back and washing his body with a calm expression, or Brother Heng caressing him calmly and with a little tenderness His waist, or Brother Heng's hand rubbing the shower gel accidentally slipped to the heel of his leg, and he whispered sorry, but his hand covered his desire center and gently rubbed it.

Meng Jinghan didn't resist those blood-thumping thoughts, he let his head play those tempting pictures automatically, using his fingers and body to fulfill the desire deep inside his body.

After cleaning up hastily, he suddenly felt that this situation was very suitable for lighting a cigarette.

But Meng Jinghan doesn't know how to smoke.

He just poured a glass of milk like a child who couldn't sleep, hoping to calm his nerves.

The summer nights are not very cold, so he can only convince himself: It is really the season that makes the relationship so restless, otherwise what is the state of only lust without intimacy?

Meng Jinghan tossed and turned on the bed, forced himself to close his eyes but couldn't fall asleep.

Sliding the phone to look at the social networking site, brother Heng's online light is on.

Usually he would be quite happy to find this out, but at this moment he was a little ashamed. After thinking about it, he decided to give up chatting with him, reply to a few messages on the fan page, and then send a brief update, then turned off the phone and put it on silent. He had to sleep even if he didn't sleep, so as not to receive a bedtime call from his agent chasing him later.

"I miss you very much."

Meng Jinghan's fans exploded because of this short post. Within a few minutes, they replied to all kinds of confession messages such as missing you, loving you and supporting you. See you again, let’s study harder!” The inspirational version is very exciting.

The same is true of Ji Ziheng's expression in front of the screen.

What is this and what, who do you think you are thinking of, are you openly caring about fans, but secretly not knowing who you are confessing to?

Click on the answer and swipe twice, and some netizens have the same opinion as him, but the other party is more straightforward and gossip, and directly asks questions like "Who does Jing Han miss?"

Ji Ziheng waited there for a while, and found that there was no movement from the other party. He thought he was busy with other things, so he closed the webpage resentfully.

He didn't deny that he cared a little bit. Meng Jinghan was indeed kind, well-behaved and playful. Everyone would want to gossip about his private life, but he just cared a little bit.To be honest, Xue Musheng is more interested in him now. The delicate and sensual style of the other party is indeed a composer, not only talented, but also has a mysterious atmosphere.

Ji Ziheng, who couldn't wait to respond to the observation of the new developments, always felt that something was bothering him. He hastily attributed his mood to the sense of loss of failing to gossip, and ran to sleep sullenly.The next day he slept until noon, and when Lu Lipeng asked him to have dinner, he was completely blind.

"What are you doing?" Lu Lipeng kicked Ji Ziheng secretly under the table, "Oh!"

Ji Zihenghao stepped on the other party's toes with his heel without being polite, without showing any face to the senior, "It's nothing."

"Fart, what book are you reading?" Lu Lipeng retracted his feet, hating himself for wearing flip flops.

"script."

Even Lu Lipeng, who is as nervous as Lu Lipeng, can smell strange smells in the air.

At least Lu Lipeng knows that Ji Ziheng usually brings books (usually scripts) because he just thinks it suits him better... Dressed in an academic style, he always holds a book to pretend to be everywhere, and he will change the corresponding script according to the current work. I’ve never read it, and if someone else didn’t bring this copy, he would kill him without lending it to others. Paper is easy to break with wet wipes.

Closer to home, the book is just a decoration, and none of the books that Ji Ziheng takes out should have the function of a book.

"Hmph, you are very strange, junior, what's the matter, what's the matter, tell me quickly!"

"It's nothing, are you bothered?" Ji Ziheng ordered him coldly, "Hurry up and get an order, I'm very hungry, and I don't want to talk when I'm hungry."

For the gossip spirit in his heart, Lu Lipeng had to drag his still red and swollen feet to get the order menu. After finally ordering and paying the bill, he returned to his seat and continued to urge Ji Ziheng to explain what happened to him.

Anyway, there was nothing he could do while waiting for the meal, so Ji Ziheng simply said it all.

"Oh, I'm really worried—then why don't you call him?"

"Huh." His face came first, and he started without Lu Lipeng.

Lu Lipeng continued to chatter, "By the way, we invited Xue Musheng for a short film before, but I think..."

"Xue Musheng?" Ji Ziheng sucked the whole noodle in at once, a little hot, but he didn't have time to care about such trivial matters, "You didn't tell me about your announcement about Xue Musheng?"

"I only remembered it when I saw it that day!" Lu Lipeng shrugged, unable to understand Ji Ziheng's attitude, "I can't imagine that you have a way to talk to him, you know? He speaks slowly, and then uses words ...Hey, well, it's understandable that the workplace is a bit contrived, but it gives me a headache when I hear it, I'm a literati."

"He is elegant. And have you forgotten that I am also a literati in your mouth?"

"Pingping is a literati, so you can speak to the north, but if you rely on the north, you can speak the vernacular anyway. The vernacular is very important, okay?"

Ji Ziheng rolled his eyes, "Who teaches opera and never speaks vernacular?"

"So you don't want to refute your words?"

"──!" Lu Lipeng's still red and swollen foot was stepped on again.

Lu Lipeng's lunch boxes were all served, and he didn't dare to make mistakes so he lowered his head and ate his own.When he finished eating the whole bowl and thought that Ji Ziheng would not reveal anything further, the other party took the initiative to speak.

"Anyway, I just think that if I were one of the "you" that the villain misses, I wouldn't be so upset. It's okay to tell the fans what's the matter, I'm his teacher, he hasn't thanked me so publicly explain."

"To put it bluntly, are you jealous?"

"...Senior, do you really want me to step on it for the third time?"