Debt in the entertainment industry

"I have something to tell you." Ji Zhehuan walked over, supported the wheelchair and pushed him to the side where no one was around.

Wei Ting waved: "You squat down and talk, and raise your head sore."

Ji Zhehuan sighed, gathered his costume and squatted down: "Wei Ting, if I promise to be with you, it will affect your work, then we should not be together."

Wei Ting's face changed. Thinking of his behavior just now, it is undeniable that it really affected the shooting, but when he saw that stuntman leaning on Ji Zhehuan, it was so glaring...he cleared his throat: "Originally, he shot It's not good."

Probably because the relationship between the two has changed, Ji Zhehuan felt that his state of mind had also changed, and explained to Wei Ting very patiently: "It doesn't matter if he shoots well or not, with so many NGs, you messed up before we officially started filming." .”

Seeing that Wei Ting didn't speak, Ji Zhehuan wondered if he said it too seriously. How could a person like Wei Ting allow others to teach him: "If what I said is wrong, you can pretend that I didn't say it."

"You're right, I won't make trouble." Wei Ting made a gesture of surrender with both hands.

Ji Zhehuan felt that he was fooling around: "I'm serious, your acting skills are so good, you shouldn't watch the show with emotions."

Wei Ting grinned: "Okay, I'll review."

He admitted his mistake too quickly, Ji Zhehuan didn't trust him very much, and came up with a good idea: "Why don't you go back to the car and rest?"

Wei Ting thought about it and thought it was feasible: "You send me back."

Ji Zhehuan sent him to the car, and Xu Yan took care of him.When he returned to the venue, he received the grateful eyes from the director, he smiled and prepared to go on stage.On the contrary, the director was stunned when he saw his smile, it was the first time he had seen this person smile, and he thought to himself that he had such a pretty smile, no wonder he was able to fascinate Wei Ting so much.

After finishing the shooting at night, Ji Zhehuan came out after taking a shower and wiping his hair with a towel. Seeing Wei Ting smirking at his phone, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you looking at?"

"No." Wei Ting put down his phone, moved the stool in front of him, and then grabbed Ji Zhehuan's hand, "Sit down."

"No." Ji Zhehuan refused, obviously the two had lived in the same room for more than two months, Wei Ting's tone and actions made him feel that the atmosphere in the room was a bit strange.

Wei Ting didn't follow him, and pulled hard. He was afraid that someone might hurt his feet, so he didn't resist, so he sat down on the stool in front of Wei Ting.Wei Ting took the towel from his hand and dried his hair.

The room was very quiet, with soft lighting and a snow-white bed, everything was the same as usual, yet seemed different.He turned his back to him, as if being surrounded by someone, with big hands rubbing against his hair through a towel, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature of his palms, something was stirring, and this feeling made him not know where to put his hands and feet That's good.

Trying to put on a face that is used to facial paralysis: "I just wipe it myself."

Wei Ting was so powerful that he took the chair and turned around to face him, stretched out his hand and squeezed the person's face: "From now on, don't keep a straight face in front of me, like a 80-[-]-year-old old man." Then he continued to give He rubbed his hair as skillfully as if he had done it a thousand times.

Ji Zhehuan still didn't smile. I don't know if this person's acting skills are too good to get into the drama quickly or something. It's only been two days since they confirmed their relationship, so why is he so natural...

"What are you thinking about?" Wei Ting moved his handsome face in front of him, touching the tip of his nose to his nose, breathing warmly on his face.

"I didn't think about anything." Turning around, he saw the mobile phone on the bedside table, picked it up and played with it, which relieved his embarrassment.The phone was turned on because Wei Ting was scrolling through Weibo, replying to netizens' comments, flipping through the content, he couldn't help but find it funny, this childish ghost.

Wei Ting wiped it off for someone, and saw that the person was reading his Weibo with a smile on his face, and his long eyelashes cast shadows on his eyelids, so he couldn't help but leaned forward and kissed him.

"Just laugh."

laugh?Ji Zhehuan touched his face, did he smile?Then put away the emoji: "Aren't you afraid that fans will find out when you post on Weibo like this?"

The content of the Weibo is roughly: Dead ghosts, brother was injured, if Xiao Huanhuan hadn’t rescued him, you wouldn’t have seen him~~~ Then @Ji Zhehuan’s Weibo account

Wei Ting deliberately pretended not to understand: "What do you see?"

Ji Zhehuan didn't like him, and went to the side to read the script.

Wei Ting took away his script: "Don't read it, go to sleep."

Just sleep when you sleep, Ji Zhehuan got into bed, and the man followed suit.

"Go to sleep in your bed."

"I'll go when you fall asleep."

"How do I know if you went or not when I fell asleep?"

"Shh~."

Reaching out to turn off the light, Wei Ting leaned over to hold the man's lips, and kissed him delicately.Ji Zhehuan wanted to refuse but was afraid of touching his injured leg, so he slowly began to respond.

Wei Ting's feet were finally good, the first thing he did was to get rid of that obtrusive stand-in and go to filming in person.

Silent Island fell, and all the disciples left. The once-popular Silent Island is now empty.

Fang Zheyan stood by the lake with his hands behind his back, behind him was a cold and proud dark red.

"Minghong, you can go too."

Ming Hong knelt heavily on one knee: "Island Master, Ming Hong will never abandon you in this life."

……

The director looked at the camera and nodded frequently. The relationship between the two has changed, and the filming effect has doubled.

Ji Zhehuan's scenes were filmed first, and he used to leave first, but today Wei Ting stood with his arms folded and raised his eyebrows to look at him.

Well, let's give him some face and wait for him to recover.

Wei Ting in front of the camera is arrogant, high-spirited, a king, and looks chic and handsome when he raises his feet and looks back.How could such a person like him?It was in vain for him to resist for so long, since he deliberately resisted, he must have lost.

I have to admit that after meeting him, life turned upside down for the better, so does this mean that the suffering that fate gave him has finally come to an end?If so, then he should enjoy his new life.

After Wei Ting and the actors arrived, he saw Ji Zhehuan in a daze: "What are you thinking? It's time to call it a day."

Ji Zhehuan stood up: "Let's go."

After removing their makeup, the two returned to the hotel and took turns taking showers.

Ji Zhehuan entered the bathroom first, and just after taking off his clothes, Wei Ting snuggled in, hugged him from behind, and felt Wei Ting's warmth through the soft and good-quality shirt fabric.

"Wash together." His breath softly sprayed on his ears, making him want to avoid it.

If it was before, he would simply accept or reject this guy's proposal.It's not that they didn't take a bath together. At that time, he had desire, physically, and didn't feel anything wrong.Now that the relationship between the two has changed, Wei Ting felt uncomfortable being so close to him, so he moved his shoulders to signal the man to stay away, and even refused with a stern face: "No."

"Didn't you say not to treat you as a woman?"

Wei Ting looked at this little guy pretending to be calm in the mirror, opened his mouth to bite his ear and licked/fucked it. Before he could taste it carefully, he had already crawled under the shower like a loach.

Wei Ting took off his clothes very consciously, squeezed the shampoo into his hands and kneaded it into foam, and said, "Come here and wash your hair."

"I can wash myself." As he said so, the person had already moved his head.

Wei Ting's ten fingers bent and straightened, his movements are comparable to the best masseur in the world: "I want to wash you."

The mist curled up, making people feel hot all over.The foam on the head was carefully rinsed off, warm lips were pressed to kiss his eyes, the atmosphere was ambiguous and comfortable, Ji Zhehuan relaxed his body to enjoy it, like a newborn baby warmed in his mother's arms, warm and safe.

Feeling the man's lips slowly move down to his lips, this is not the first kiss between the two, they parted the lips to meet, full of tacit understanding.The two tongues are intertwined, and even the saliva that is secreted tastes like honey.Ji Zhehuan felt that this description was a bit boring, but it was very appropriate.Wei Ting's hands moved on his back, his breathing gradually became heavy and stimulated his ears, even the air began to heat up, some factors in his body were restless, and Wei Ting's that / object touched it from time to time. on his belly.

He stretched out his hand to protect the man, and then began to get out of control, his lips rolled on his ear, and the hot/hot palm rubbed/rubbed on his buttocks, causing him to shudder.Unable to resist biting the man's shoulder, Wei Ting held his face in his hands, his eyes blurred, his voice hoarse and charming: "Huanhuan..."

I was also a little impatient, so I pushed him away and rushed to clean my body.

Wei Ting was a little disappointed, he was not a Platonist, and obviously the other party was not either, the man pushed him away, and he went to wash his hair in a daze.The water vapor confused the eyes and affected the hearing.

"Go back to bed." With the sound of the bathroom door being closed, Wei Ting suspected that he had an auditory hallucination.

Ji Zhehuan looked at the two identical beds and got into one randomly. His luggage was not prepared by the company at all. Wei Ting tried to treat him nicely. This childish ghost even bought the same bedding.

Wei Ting washed under the shower for a full minute before he was sure that it was definitely not an auditory hallucination. He took a rough shower, wiped his hair with a dry towel a few times, and walked out after wrapping it in a bathrobe.

The person he misses day and night is lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, with no clothes on his upper body, and the quilt covering his lower abdomen.

Ji Zhehuan raised his eyelids, then lowered them lazily: "Blow dry your hair and come back."

Wei Ting got the order, dried his hair and lifted the quilt to squeeze in, only to find that the other party was naked.One turned over and took the mobile phone from the person's hand. His reason was about to be overwhelmed by desire, and he said, "Huanhuan..."

Ji Zhehuan's heart skipped a beat. In fact, he liked these two words very much. He had prayed countless times and wanted to hear these two words again, but he never thought it would be Wei Ting.Actively cling to the man's stamina and kiss him.

The two kissed like this for more than ten minutes. Ji Zhehuan was a little impatient, and when he opened his eyes to see Wei Ting, his eyes were full of desire/desire. A strange thought appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help asking: "You...you didn't get along with me?" Men did?"

Wei Ting blushed: "No." Regardless of whether it is a man or a woman, he has never done a good job.

Ji Zhehuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the initiative to guide him a few times. Wei Ting suddenly realized that he was going straight to the point. Ji Zhehuan turned pale with fright: "Wait...wait, where's the thing?"

Wei Ting looked bewildered: "What is it?"

Ji Zhehuan held back for a long time, and popped out two words: "Oil, set."

Wei Ting didn't understand, so he asked, "What?"

"Grease/smooth/oil and condom." Wei Ting understood now, and recalled the only scene of the movie he had seen, because he didn't watch it much, so he didn't remember it: "Can't you use it?"

Ji Zhehuan couldn't help laughing seeing him like this, he hadn't been this happy for a long time, the more he laughed, the more exaggerated, the corners of his eyes were filled with tears, and finally curled up into a shrimp clutching his stomach.

Wei Ting lost all sense of his smile, grabbed him into his arms, squeezed him on the waist with a depressed and dissatisfied expression, as a punishment: "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, haha..."

"Then what are you laughing at?" Wei Ting was at a loss, he rarely saw Huanhuan laughing, and he never even thought about laughing like this.

Ji Zhehuan finally stopped laughing: "I just feel very happy."

Wei Ting understands what he means, he has many secrets, he is very bitter, he probably hasn't smiled like this for a long time, thinking of these things makes it hard for him to breathe: "Laugh when you are happy, cry when you are sad, from now on you have me, you can be you Own."

Ji Zhehuan pondered for a while, and finally came to a conclusion, the two big men are too tired to say these words, sleep!

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