After the sick top was forced to marry

The next day, Luo Zhihuai gave Pei Ming a day off so that he could take care of his injured hand.

Pei Ming didn't just stay in the hotel room, he went to the shooting scene with the script in hand.

Luo Zhihuai glanced at him, moved to the side, and asked the field manager to bring a chair: "It's quite easy to learn, sit."

Pei Ming smiled shyly: "It's okay, I don't need to sit, I can just stand."

Luo Zhihuai gave a "tsk" sound: "If I let you sit down, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Pei Ming sat down next to him as promised, but cleverly kept a safe distance, so that Director Luo would not be angry that he would be hurt by Chi Yu after a while.

Today is the scene where the male lead and the female lead meet. The second male lead and the second female lead don’t have a lot of scenes, so I’m waiting by the side.

Lin Zijin changed into a black suit, and the props team equipped him with a pair of flat glasses with gold wire frames. His whole person could be regarded as two adjectives: "clothed beast" and "gentle scum".

He has never been able to dress properly, and thinks that the collarbone buttoned up to his chin is too dusty, and he always shows his beautiful collarbone loosely.

But today he buttoned the button to the top according to the requirements of the script, and he looked a little depressed, with a gloomy expression of displeasure between his brows.

Luo Zhihuai tapped on the armrest of the chair with the notebook, and shouted "Start" with the loudspeaker.

After hearing these two words, Lin Zijin's mood and state immediately changed, a just-right smile appeared on his lips, and he leaned against the cabinet of the set to block the way of the heroine.

"If you want to cooperate, show some sincerity," he lowered his voice, but he said clearly, "You don't even want to eat lunch with me, what kind of sincerity is that?"

The male protagonist of this play is Qi Nian, who is the ex-boyfriend of the female protagonist Lin Zixuan and is also the current partner.

Qiao Ruofan, who played Lin Zixuan, had a hint of anger on his face: "Qi Nian, you're too short."

Qi Nian shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and the smile on his lips became a little more stern: "Where are you going to make progress? Even if you are an old classmate, you don't want to go with me?"

Lin Zixuan pursed his lips, and suddenly raised his hand to greet Qi Nian with a slap on the face. He was quick and ruthless, not dragging his feet at all.

The sound of crisp applause suddenly sounded on the set, causing Pei Ming's eyes to twitch.

Qi Nian froze for a moment, put away his relaxed expression, frowned slightly, and looked around in embarrassment: "...What are you doing?"

"I think my expression has been very clear."

Lin Zixuan raised his chin slightly, not hiding the contempt in his eyes: "Scumbag."

After she finished speaking, she brushed past Qi Nian on her high heels, stepped back a few steps as if she wasn't enjoying herself, and rubbed the heel of Qi Nian's feet hard.

Qi Nian's facial features were distorted by the pain, but he still stared at the girl's leaving back. After a while, he slowly took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose and hung them in his chest pocket. There was a trace of cruelty.

"Okay, take a break and move on to the next one."

Luo Zhihuai's voice suddenly resounded on the set, and the staff who were guarding the side regained their activities and hurriedly greeted the two leading actors.

Grinning his teeth, Qiao Ruofan sat down on the chair next to him, and threw the two high heels off his feet.

In fact, she has an old problem of toe valgus, and she doesn't often wear high heels even when she walks on the red carpet, but today she had to sacrifice herself for the needs of the plot, and now she hugged her legs and curled up on the chair, almost crying in pain.

Lin Zijin undid three buttons of his clothes that had restrained him for a long time, heaved a sigh of relief, and leaned on the cabinet next to him to flip through the script.

He didn't turn two pages when a black shadow flickered in front of his eyes.

"Brother Lin, does it hurt?"

Lin Zijin looked up and saw Pei Ming standing in front of him, with his hands hanging in mid-air in embarrassment, as if wondering whether to touch his face.

"It doesn't hurt." He smiled and pressed Pei Ming's hand down, "She didn't use much strength."

Pei Ming frowned and looked at him: "But no matter how you say it, you can't really hit him, can you?"

"We talked about this issue on the first day, and discussed whether to slap or do fake moves, but I don't think fake moves can produce that feeling, so in the end I asked her to slap me quickly."

Lin Zijin was a little thirsty when he mentioned this, and subconsciously asked, "Is there any water?"

Pei Ming handed him the thermos cup he was holding in his hand: "Yes."

Lin Zijin unscrewed the bottle cap, suddenly thought of something and asked him: "...Have you ever drank it?"

"I seem to have drunk it."

Pei Ming's face was a little more embarrassed: "Brother Lin, I'll go find water for you."

"Forget it, it's troublesome."

Lin Zijin unscrewed the upper cover, hung the mouth of the bottle on his lips, and took a few sips just like that.

A thin stream of water leaked from the corner of his lips, went down the neck, and finally disappeared at the collar of the white shirt.

Pei Ming's gaze followed the stream of water from top to bottom, and he felt his throat was a little dry.

He licked his lips, took the water glass that Lin Zijin handed over, and wiped the corner of his lips with his hand.

Lin Zijin was caught off guard by his touch, and looked up at him vigilantly: "...what are you doing?"

"There is water here," Pei Ming smiled gently, "wipe it for you."

His fingertips reluctantly left the skin, but someone grabbed his wrist halfway.

"I forgot to ask you, do your hands still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore, it didn't hurt much at first."

Lin Zijin raised his eyes and glared at him: "It doesn't hurt yet? Who shivered like chaff when the medicine was applied?"

Pei Ming scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey, that's medicine."

...Hey hey head.

Stupid.

Just as Lin Zijin wanted Yin Yang to say something to him, the heroine limped over.

"Isn't your relationship very good?" Qiao Ruofan said, "Don't quarrel in the future."

"I didn't argue with him."

Lin Zijin glanced at the slippers on her feet: "Auntie, can you go back and sit?"

"I do not."

Qiao Ruofan hopped twice and stood beside Pei Ming: "Xiao Pei, if someone surnamed Lin bullies you in the future, you can come and tell my sister, she will help you out."

Before Pei Ming could speak, Lin Zijin became unhappy: "Who the hell are you friends? Why are you still turning your elbows?"

Pei Ming rubbed his nose and smiled: "Brother Lin is very nice to me, he doesn't bully me."

"You don't care who I help, put down your bad temper," Qiao Ruofan made a face at him, "It can be seen that you often bully people."

Lin Zijin was too lazy to talk to her, and was going to take Pei Ming away from this place of right and wrong.

Just as Pei Ming obediently followed him for two steps, he noticed a jealous look.

That gaze fixed on him obliquely from the side, as if resentful, as if wanting to burn his whole body out of a hole.

Pei Ming turned his head calmly, and saw Yu Shan standing not far away in a mink coat, his eyes lingering on Lin Zijin's hand clasping him.

He suppressed his silly smile, his eyes darkened slightly, the corners of his lips curled up in a provocative arc, and he suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around Lin Zijin's waist.

Lin Zijin was talking to Qiao Ruofan, when he was hugged so unexpectedly, he staggered a few steps towards Pei Ming, and raised his head inexplicably: "Why are you crazy?"

Qiao Ruofan tapped his shoulder behind him: "How are you talking?"

"It's nothing." Pei Ming lowered his head and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Someone is watching."

Oh, play.

Small traffic is quite dedicated.

Lin Zijin reluctantly accepted this explanation, but felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so it turned into a verbal fault: "Then why didn't I hug you?"

Pei Ming's lips brushed against his ear, and his voice sounded close: "I just hugged him, why don't you come, Brother Lin?"

His usual tone of voice is willing to rise, which makes people feel that he is actually a child.

But the words just now were very low, so low that Lin Zijin suspected that it resonated with his own chest, otherwise, why did he suddenly feel numb in some unknown place, and then the unexplainable feeling slowly came from his ears? Slowly spread to the whole body.

He tried to struggle, but found that the hand around his waist was quite tight, holding him firmly like iron tongs, and he didn't even think about letting go.

Why is this little bunny so strong?

Lin Zijin felt a sense of frustration, and he stopped resisting, and walked obediently to the resting place while being hugged.

Only when there were fewer people around, Pei Ming opened his hand lightly.

Lin Zijin rubbed his waist: "Can you be gentle next time?"

Pei Ming sat beside him with an "um" and the words "I'm not happy" were clearly written on his face.

Lin Zijin looked at his wronged appearance and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."

Nothing is definitely something.

Lin Zijin's patience was limited, and he said patiently, "Say, what's the matter."

Pei Ming raised his head, looked at him with warm eyes, and said after a while: "Yu Shan was looking at you just now, as if he wanted to talk to you. I didn't want him to talk to you, so I put my arms around you, don't be angry. "

Is it such a big thing?

"What's the matter?" Lin Zijin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Besides, what happened to Yu Shan talking to me? Are you still jealous?"

Pei Ming lowered his head: "Can't I be jealous?"

"It's just a marriage contract. I said it yesterday. I won't interfere with you. There's no need to act like a widow for me."

Lin Zijin felt that the child was innocent and cute, and after signing an agreement, it was like a puppy protecting food, so he couldn't hold back his hand and pinched his face.

Pei Ming still lowered his head, and his voice softened, acting like a baby: "But I don't like him, he is not a good person, so I don't want him to talk to you either."

"But we are on the same crew, so we have to communicate. He was hired by the management, and Luo Zhihuai has no ability to fire him." Lin Zijin stretched himself on the chair, reluctantly letting go of himself The clothes buttons were fastened back one by one, "Don't think about it, just act with me when it's time to act, don't add plays until it's time for you to act, and imitate others' jealousy."

Pei Ming responded sullenly.

Lin Zijin reassured him without distraction, and after a few minutes of rest, he got up and went back to take another picture.

After he left, Pei Ming raised his head, his eyes fixed on the straight back for a long time, then he lowered his head again.

He took out his phone from his pocket, and after thinking for a moment, he clicked on a dialog box and typed a line:

"Help me find out who the financial backer behind Yu Shan is, how much money he gave to the crew, find a way to remove him, and I will make up for all the funding gaps."

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