Debt in the entertainment industry

Ji Zhehuan walked a few steps away, and Wei Ting realized that his whole body was tense just now, a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his back, and his mind was in a daze...

But Ji Zhehuan, who was far away, turned around suddenly, and kissed his lips with lightning speed.

Speaking of which, Wei Ting has never kissed before. When filming a kissing scene, he can always borrow his position so that there is no flaw.

The cold lips and tongue irritated his mouth with a strong smell of smoke, and he was a little dazed. Just as he adjusted his breathing, he didn't expect Ji Zhehuan to turn around abruptly and approach him again without warning. Without warning, Wei Ting was stunned for a long time , was kissed by a man, not only did he not want to push away, but his body involuntarily wanted to absorb more.Ji Zhehuan first touched his lips with his, and slowly, She's dexterous tongue hooked his tongue and sucked it back and forth. This feeling is very strange, like eating a forbidden fruit, flustered and tempting.

Wei Ting quickly regained his sanity, Ji Zhehuan gave him too many "surprises" tonight, and his brain was a bit short.

His hands stretched out from his pockets and covered Ji Zhehuan's back. He was so thin that he could easily touch his butterfly bones. He tried to respond with his lips and tongue, but Ji Zhehuan pushed him away, brushed his palms and stood upright lower body.

"Heh, do you know now?"

Ji Zhehuan teased, feeling a little lost for some reason.Although Wei Ting scolded him a few times in the beginning, he has been helping him intentionally or unintentionally.

Now this temptation, sure enough, he is no different from others.

No one will be nice to anyone unconditionally, if you give something, you want to get it.

Wei Ting's slender fingers stroked his lips, and he thought of a word... the meaning is still endless.

"do not know."

"Sanctified,"

Ji Zhehuan left four words and threw away the extinguished cigarette butt in his hand.

Wei Ting frowned, Ji Zhehuan's tone made him very uncomfortable, like an experienced male publicist, but faintly, he felt that he was not as simple as he appeared on the surface, as Yao Yu said, he was full of "mysteries" all over his body. "the taste of.

Speaking of experience...

"You and Li Bai...?"

"We are just friends."

Ji Zhehuan replied, squinting at Wei Ting's lower body, Wei Ting felt ashamed that he couldn't see through.

"It's much more honest than you."

Wei Ting shrugged, "I'm a man."

"Since you don't want to sleep with me, what you said is true?"

Wei Ting didn't like Ji Zhehuan's nonchalant way of saying such words, even though they were two grown men.

"Well, but it must pass the company meeting, as long as you can do everything in the contract."

Wei Ting replied that Dongyi's signing contract has very strict requirements on artists. He can feel that Ji Zhehuan is not the kind of person who will be bound by conditions, and the signing of the contract may not be possible.

Ji Zhehuan smiled, he was a little confused about this person.

Turning around, raised his right hand and waved.

"I have a question." Wei Ting asked to stay again.

Ji Zhehuan stopped.

"Why are you filming?"

Ji Zhehuan turned around with a strange smile on his face: "For money."

Wei Ting didn't believe him.

He felt that he must be ill, and that he was ill.

Wei Ting suffered from insomnia, he tossed and turned in bed all night, his mind was full of images of young men kissing him, the feeling of touching lips and tongues seemed to linger forever, unable to go away.Are you impressed because it's your first kiss?

The makeup artist was startled when he saw his eyes. It took ice compresses and makeup to cover up the dark circles under the eyes. The makeup artist was a little strange. Wei Ting had never experienced such a situation. He was very busy, but I can always arrange the time well, and my physical condition is always the best.

The filming of "Tingyin in Troubled Times" is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Wei Ting didn't bother to look for Ji Zhehuan today, he pretended to have a few conversations with him about the plot, and then looked at the other person's expression unintentionally, and found that Ji Zhehuan's face was as if nothing had happened, without the slightest trace, as if nothing happened last night When it happened, Wei Ting was the best actor, even though he felt faintly unwilling, he cooperated with Ji Zhehuan and pretended nothing happened.

Ji Zhehuan actually became more and more involved in filming, this was the first time he "voluntarily" took serious filming, as for the first two times - he was forced by Wei Ting.

He has gotten used to Diao Weiya a lot, and has been rubbing the medicine given by Wei Ting. Wei Ting still pretends to help him and defend him unintentionally, and he doesn't bother to figure out his thoughts.

In the last scene of the day, it is very rare not to use Diao Weiya, Minghong's weapon is the qin, and today's scene is Minghong playing a sad song in the heavy snow on the soundless island in winter.

Speaking of which, the role of Minghong is not a small role.The salary is very impressive, he has to thank Wei Ting for this.

Everything is ready, Ji Zhehuan doesn't need to actually play the piano, just put on a show, and the post-dubbing will be fine.

The heavy snow was not really heavy snow, Ji Zhehuan's red lips were tightly closed, his face was cold, and there was no sound when he touched the strings with his fingers.

At this time, the cameraman needs to take a close-up of Minghong's hand.

"Ka, Ji Zhehuan, lift up your little finger and straighten it a bit, it looks better this way."

Ji Zhehuan paused, did not speak, did not move, the camera lens was still facing his hand.

"Left little finger, left little finger, straighten a little."

The director thought he didn't hear it, so he reminded him again.

Ji Zhehuan sat motionless in front of the piano, and everyone was a little confused. After a stalemate for about half a minute, the director broke out.

"Ji Zhehuan! Are you deaf?"

Standing up abruptly, the snow falling all over his body, the expression on his face was colder than the fake snow scene: "Director, I'm sorry, I can't shoot this scene."

After speaking, he strode towards Wei Ting's dressing room.

Everyone was shocked, and the director jumped up: "Ji Zhehuan, which onion do you think you are?! There are a bunch of people waiting at the door of the production team to shoot my scene, and everyone is better than you. Who do you think you are?!"

A hundred times worse insults to Ji Zhehuan can be easily filtered out, not to mention this kind of scolding with negative lethality.

Knocking on the door of Wei Ting's dressing room, Xu Yan quickly opened it, walked up to Wei Ting, and asked politely, "Can you ask your makeup artist to remove my makeup?"

His face was as cold as ice, Wei Ting sensed something was wrong, and put on an elegant smile.

"It's over so soon?"

"No, I'm quitting."

Ji Zhehuan articulated his words clearly, and it was freezing to the bone.

Wei Ting signaled Xu Yan and the make-up artist to go out, and when the door was closed, he stared into Ji Zhehuan's eyes, it was so cold that there was no warmth there.

"You are joking?"

"No."

"why?"

"No reason."

Seeing Ji Zhehuan's stubborn face, Wei Ting turned his head and didn't look at him.The unconscious tone became gentle.

"Did the director scold you?"

"No."

Ji Zhehuan's hands were clenched into fists under the long sleeves, Wei Ting's tone was too gentle, it was rare for him to explain,

"This scene... I can't shoot it."

"Oh?"

Wei Ting picked up Ji Zhehuan's script. He had two scripts in his hand, one of his own and one of Ji Zhehuan's.

After watching for a while, he said, "Your scene today is very simple, just pretend to play the piano. Could it be that the director asked you to really play it?"

"Will you lend me your makeup artist?"

There is no question in the slightest questioning tone.

"can."

Wei Ting got up to leave, and the makeup artist came in after a while.

The makeup of costume dramas is very troublesome and must be removed by a special makeup artist.

Wei Ting walked into the shooting location, the director's anger still remained on his face, and directed the filming of other actors' scenes.

Not long after Ji Zhehuan left, Wei Ting appeared. The director obviously knew that Ji Zhehuan was someone under Wei Ting's special care. Even though he was angry, Wei Ting still wanted to show off his face, so he nodded in greeting.

Wei Ting leaned over in a low voice,

"Director Feng, sorry to bother you."

The director beckoned the assistant director to keep an eye on the camera.

"You want to ask about Ji Zhehuan?"

Wei Ting couldn't deny it.

"I didn't scold him, and I didn't make any special requests."

"I know, I just came to ask why, thank you very much for allowing him to make this film, Director Feng."

"You don't need to thank me. He is really suitable for this role. As for the reason, in fact, you probably won't believe it."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"He needs to shoot a close-up of his hands playing the piano in this scene. I only asked him to straighten his fingers, so that the effect of shooting would be better, so he stopped acting."

The director seemed helpless.

"It's the first time I've encountered this situation."

"So simple?"

Wei Ting was full of doubts.

"Just say you don't believe it, I told him to straighten the little finger of his left hand. He always bends the little finger of his left hand. It's really not good to take pictures."

"Who are you, Director Feng? How could I not believe it? However, I hope that your lord will have a large number. Don't get angry with him and leave it to me to handle it."

Wei Ting talked about scenes and gave the director a high hat.

"Hey, how could that be?" Wei Ting said. How could he not give face to the director, "He is very suitable for this role."

Wei Ting walked back, Xu Yan was mumbling something at the door of the dressing room.

"What's the matter, Swallow?"

"Brother Wei, why are you being so nice to Ji Zhehuan? Look at him, what kind of role is he, and he's not acting yet."

What Xu Yan said was very unpleasant.

"Swallow, you have been with me for so long, and you never talk much."

Xu Yan seemed a little aggrieved,

"That's because you've never been so unreliable."

Wei Ting shook his head.

Is it unreliable?

After a while, the makeup artist came out, Wei Ting walked in, and Ji Zhehuan took a shower in the bathroom.After waiting for a while, Ji Zhehuan came out shaking his wet hair. Wei Ting got up and went to the closet in the lounge to find a new towel. He reached out to wipe the other party, but Ji Zhehuan pulled the towel himself.

"What happened to you today?"

Wei Ting finally got to the point.

"Nothing, thank you, I'm going back."

Ji Zhehuan passed by Wei Ting, Wei Ting quickly grabbed Ji Zhehuan's left hand, and Ji Zhehuan quickly clenched his hand into a fist.His eyes were full of coldness.

"Wei Ting, what do you want to do?"

Wei Ting has been able to automatically filter out Ji Zhehuan's aura of not getting close to strangers.

"Why did Director Feng just ask you to straighten the little finger of your left hand and you have to stop acting?"

The air in the dressing room became heavy, and after a long silence, Ji Zhehuan made a movement that even he could not have imagined. He slowly loosened his clenched fist and slowly opened his palm.

"Now...you know, don't you?"

Why?He actually...exposed his wounds in front of that person so easily, how could he be so defenseless, after doing this action, he felt annoyed in his heart.

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