After I dressed as a fake young master from a wealthy family, I became popular [entertainment circle

A week later, Hang Xiutu took Hang Yang to the creative dinner of "Monte Fontaine".

Fortunately, there were not many people present. The actors only had Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang, plus a packaged Lan Xinrong as a gift; as for the crew, there were only director Gu Xun himself, plus screenwriter Ling Su.Five people sat at a small table, and just passing by the door, it was completely unexpected that there were five awesome bosses sitting in such a small private room.

Gu Xun and Ling Su are well-known gold medal partners in the circle. The first cooperation between the two can be traced back to Qingnan's youth. After nearly 20 years, these two are now middle-aged people in their 40s. The tacit understanding and harmony are indeed the rare "gods of fit" in the entertainment industry.

Of course, although they are low-key, they are famous bigwigs after all, two unmarried men who work together all day... It's hard not to speculate about the relationship between these two.

Hang Yang's eyes fell on the two of them, and then quickly moved away.

Director Gu Xun is born with a cold face and doesn't like to talk much. I heard that although he doesn't like to scold people, he always likes to say poignant words with a deadpan expression. Hang Yang has heard a rumor in the circle: to cooperate with Gu Xun , Nine out of ten people cried, and one cried terribly.

During this dinner, Hang Yang understood some of the true meaning of this sentence. Gu Dao’s facial features are tough, with a strong sense of three-dimensionality. This kind of bone is very anti-aging, but it is easy to give people an impression of being too sharp—plus In fact, his personality is not very easy-going. Let’s just say that today, this cold-faced man in his 40s wore a black peaked cap and put his hands in his pockets. After two "hmm", he just pulled a stool and entered the table, relying on the help of Teacher Ling Su beside him to make up for it.

It stands to reason that the director is a character who often deals with people, and the nature of the screenwriter's work is much more restrained, but the personalities of these two seem to be reversed.

Ling Su has a handsome face, although he is not confused about his age, he looks much younger than his actual age, with a refined and bookish air all over his body, and he often smiles on his face, giving people a feeling of spring breeze when he speaks.

"This is Teacher Xiao Hang, right?" Ling Su briefly gestured to Hang Xiutu and Lan Xinrong, then walked quickly to Hang Yang with a smile.

Seeing Master Ling coming to greet him, Hang Yang nodded a little awkwardly, and quickly stretched out his hand: "Teacher Ling..."

"Don't be nervous," Ling Su patted him on the shoulder with a gentle and clear voice, "Sit down, Gu Xi is stupid, and you can talk to me if you have any questions later."

The rhythm of his speech was not fast or slow, which made people sound like they were stepping on a ball of light cotton wool. It was hard not to feel good about him. Hang Yang relaxed unconsciously, and couldn't help smiling: "Thank you, Teacher Ling."

Ling Su seemed to like this junior in front of him very much, his brows and eyes slightly raised, and he took Hang Yang's hand: "Come to my side..."

"Ahem," Hang Xiutu tapped his finger on the table, his tone said whether it was light or heavy, "Teacher Ling, please take a seat."

The scene suddenly fell into a subtle embarrassment. The room was clearly heated, but it felt a bit weirdly chilly.

Hang Yang suddenly felt that the hands he and Ling Su held were being pinned by more than one gaze, and somehow he felt a little uncomfortable, and there was an absurd atmosphere of being "caught|raped" in public, this, This...what's going on?

Gu Xun, who had been lazily leaning on the seat, suddenly got up without saying a word, and strode up to Hang Yang, looking down at the two of them.

Hang Yang: "..."

He unconsciously took half a step back,

Then silently pulled Ling Su's wrist, pulled him down beside him, and forcibly pressed the man's shoulder to "invite" him to the seat.

Ling Su sighed lightly, but the expression on his face was clearly not surprising, he only turned to Hang Yang, smiled apologetically, and then looked around: "We are all familiar, Gu Xun's inconsiderate things are still Please bear with me, please take your seats quickly."

Hang Yang was dumbfounded, the hand that was still raised in the air was pulled by Hang Xiutu naturally, he rubbed Hang Yang's hair casually, and whispered in his ear: "Good boy, sit down."

Lan Xinrong: "...?"

He didn't know what was going on, but he suddenly felt that he was slightly redundant.

Only then did the five people sit around the table in an "amicable manner", and even Gu Xun was still wearing that peaked cap, giving people a feeling that they were ready to get up and leave at any time.

Lan Xinrong has never participated in such a cold drinking party, he cleared his throat, intending to mobilize the dumb people at the table: "Director Gu, our Xiao Yang is young, and we have only filmed two movies before, you many……"

"Hang Yang," Gu Xun suddenly said, interrupting Lan Xinrong's long-winded polite words, and cast his cold eyes on Hang Yang, "Have you read the script?"

Hang Yang's shoulders were slightly tense, and he nodded: "I've seen it."

Gu Xun continued to ask with a blank face: "How far can the passionate drama be received?"

Hang Yang's face turned red: "!!!"

First meeting, first conversation, is this appropriate? !

Next to him, Hang Xiutu frowned, and took the words: "I've already said it, don't let it show, this is the bottom line."

Gu Xun on the opposite side also frowned and stared at him, as if he was not satisfied with Hang Xiutu's answer.

Neither of these two giants are the ones who show their emotions, but the air pressure around their bodies is "swish", and the power of the collision is doubled, just like two cold air bombs that exploded.

"Gu Xun," Ling Su was the first to speak, he sighed softly, put his fingertips together and tapped on the dining table in front of Gu Xun, "Speak well."

"How many times have I told you to think twice before opening your mouth? Some things should be settled in private. At least you can ask implicitly. How old is Mr. Xiao Hang? As soon as we meet, bring the topic to 'sex'. What do you want to do?"

He has a gentle voice, his whole body is like a piece of gentle nephrite, even the accusations are light, but it is such a voice that makes people feel a little self-conscious.

Gu Xun instantly died down, as if Ling Su had to speak out to know whether his words and deeds just now were "appropriate" or "inappropriate", he simply nodded at Hang Yang: "I'm sorry,"

Hang Yang: "...it's okay, it's okay, you're welcome."

Only then did he understand why Gu Xun needs Ling Su to go with him—Ling Su is like a ruler with which he measures the world, a ruler that Gu Xun absolutely trusts.

Hang Yang held up the cup in his hand to cover half of his face, suppressing his shock.

His heart has become a [shocked.jpg] emoticon: People who have reached a certain level of art, are they more or less wrong in other aspects?

But Hang Yang quickly dispelled this idea, he secretly glanced at Hang Xiutu who was sitting next to him, and thought to himself with a little joyful pride: That's not right!Our Teacher Hang is perfect!

Fortunately, he didn't say anything, if Lan Xinrong knew what Hang Yang was thinking, he would probably cry on the spot.

He was afraid that he would jump up and hold Hang Yang's shoulder and shake it vigorously: "Yang Yang! What gave you such a strange illusion! Is it the beauty that blinded your eyes?"

"Hang Yang," as the discordant episode just now had never happened, Gu Zi cast his eyes openly, "Hang Xiutu said that you are still satisfied with this story?"

Hang Yang nodded and smiled shyly: "I like it."

Gu Xun: "Will acting as a couple with your brother have any psychological burden?"

Hang Yang choked for a moment: "Also, uh..."

Gu Ci: "You two are not brothers, are you?"

Hang Yang: “well, it’s…”

Hang Xiutu turned the turntable on the dining table, and interjected directly, with an oppressive voice that cannot be ignored: "Director Gu, let's use the dishes, let's talk more about the script and the characters if we have nothing to do, why bother to ask the bottom line about things outside the play?"

Ordinary people chatting with Gu Xi would at most scold their mothers in their hearts, and would not dare to make trouble in front of him. The famous director frowned impatiently, "tsk", and his eyes slanted: "Of course psychological construction outside the play must be done." In the early stage, can you still wait for you to enter the group and slowly face these little problems that are not big, but just heart-warming? Besides, I am a director, does the director understand? Do you still need you to teach me the steps?"

Seeing that the atmosphere became tense again—it was just a fight between gods, how could mortals dare to speak?

Lan Xinrong pressed his forehead with one hand, rubbed his temples, and winked at Teacher Ling Su so hard that the corners of his eyes were about to cramp, only then did he hear Ling Su finally make a sound.

He slapped Gu Xi's hand that had just taken out a pack of cigarettes, and frowned slightly: "No smoking."

"Speak well, slow down, and ask sensitive questions tactfully," Ling Su slapped his hands on the table, lightly, but obviously startled Gu Xun, "How many times have I said that? Huh?"

Hang Yang covered his face: This is flying around before entering the group, what can we do in the future?It's impossible for the screenwriter teacher to stay on the set every day?

He quietly moved the stool a little closer to Hang Xiutu, and then a little closer. Hang Xiutu didn't make a sound when he noticed it, so he watched Hang Yang move a little bit closer to him, and the smile in his eyes became heavier and heavier. It was almost over, and when it stopped, a slender hand suddenly covered the back of his hand and patted it lightly. Hang Xiutu's low voice rang in his ears: "Hate him?"

Hang Yang's pupils trembled, so you just say "bad things" about him in front of others?

Hang Xiutu turned Hang Yang's hand over, and gently kneaded his fingertips as if to relieve boredom: "If you really don't want to get along with him, just refuse."

The second earthquake in Hang Yang's pupils: agree to Gu Xun's film appointment-is this something that can be refused casually? !

Hang Xiutu laid down leisurely, his eyes were level with Hang Yang, their faces were very close, and they just whispered like no one else: "It's okay, you don't have to think too much, just tell me."

Lan Xinrong realized that his superstar was probably going to make trouble for him again, and his right eyelid twitched.

Fortunately, Hang Yang calmed down the workload that was about to weigh on Lan Xinrong's head. He shook his head slightly, pinched Hang Xiutu's fingertips instead, and leaned into the man's ear: "It's okay to be with my brother."

On the opposite side of the dining table, Ling Su had just finished a long lecture on his famous director who lacked brains, and was about to pick up a teacup to moisten his throat. He just happened to see the picture of Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang whispering almost face to face, and the tip of his eyebrows trembled slightly, showing a little With a playful smile: This pair of brothers...ah no, this pair of former brothers...

In recent years, he has paid little attention to the mainland entertainment industry, not to mention variety shows and interviews, he rarely even watches film and television works. If Ling Su is asked to list popular actors in the circle, he may only know about them, including Hang Xiutu. A few people—clearly regarded as insiders, but lived as "closed" as ordinary grandpas in their [-]s and [-]s.

If it wasn't for the fact that Hang Xiutu was one of the objects of this negotiation - Gu Xun's status and status could not naturally suppress others, and Ling Su was worried that Gu Xun's broken mouth would ruin the things that had been well-established, and he would not personally come with me.

Now it seems that Ling Su also understands the reason why Gu Xun insisted on having these two perform.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, put the cup down a bit harder than usual, and glanced at the [-] next to him: If this is the case, then he has to look at Gu Shi's mouth even more.

The meal that made everyone feel exhausted was finally over. Ling Su walked up to Hang Xiutu and Hang Yang with a smile, and gave each of the two actors a warm hug under Gu Xun's "Ice Gaze". The intellectual charm of "poetry and book spirit in the stomach", especially when smiling: "Once again, it is our honor to be able to work with the two partners."

Lan Xinrong hurriedly said, "Hey, don't dare to act like that!"

Ling Su smiled and blinked at him, then turned to Hang Xiutu: "I have Mr. Hang's contact information."

He looked at Hang Yang again, and he could see that Ling Su liked this child who was [-] years younger than him. After a meal, he called him a lot more intimately: "Xiao Yang's, I haven't had one yet."

Hang Yang hastened: "I'll add you on WeChat."

After the two exchanged contact information, a group of people dressed tightly and left the hotel through the back door.

After this brief farewell, the two brothers of the Hang family got into the car and left first.Hang Yang liked Ling Su very much, until the car started, half of his head stuck out the window and waved vigorously at Teacher Ling, only to be pulled back into his arms by Hang Xiutu.

Hang Xiutu's face turned dark: "Do you know the danger?"

Hang Yang Nuonuo got up from his lap: "I will, I will say goodbye to Teacher Ling at the end..."

He also glanced at the rear window, his eyes sparkling, and the more he talked, the more he talked, "Ms. Ling has such a good temperament, I really haven't seen a person who is more suitable for the word 'gentle and elegant' than him, brother, Do you say that his temperament has been precipitated by the years, or that Mr. Ling was like when he was young..."

Only then did Hang Yang belatedly realize that Hang Xiutu's expression was a bit wrong, and he braked suddenly: "Brother?"

Hang Xiutu was silent for a while, and suddenly put his arm around Hang Yang's waist and brought him into his arms, with an inexplicable strength in his strength, Hang Yang was startled by his sudden movement, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him. Shoulder: "Brother——"

As soon as he uttered a short syllable, Hang Xiutu's slender fingers pressed his lips. Hang Xiutu lowered his body and buried his face on the side of his neck. The warm breath patted rhythmically on the white and soft skin. | Feeling, the slender body began to shake uncontrollably, as if the whole person was about to be pulled into some strange and surging vortex.

He felt Hang Xiutu's breath moving upwards, Hang Yang couldn't tell whether the feeling was itchy or numb, his body was shaking more and more, even as if he couldn't bear it, he writhed impatiently in Hang Xiutu's arms, his mind was completely out of control The mess turned into a pot of porridge, and unconsciously whispered: "Don't, don't, brother, I feel uncomfortable..."

The very close, warm and familiar breath followed the slender neck and stagnated between the ear and the chin. Hang Xiutu's deep breath rang in Hang Yang's ear. I don't know if he deliberately lowered it. , it sounded more sexy than usual, Hang Yang's ears were half sore, and it took him a while to understand his words: "What are we going to do right now?"

Hang Yang's body is still trembling slightly: ""Montefontaine".

"Wrong." Hang Xiutu twisted his side waist gently, and covered Hang Yang's trembling lips with his other hand just right, and squeezed an exclamation between his lips and teeth, only feeling Hang Yang's slender waist After a sudden shiver, he leaned down again, "What are we playing?"

Hang Yang's eyes were filled with water, and he took a small breath for a few seconds before sticking to Hang Xiutu's ear and whispering: "Love, couple."

"Yes, it's right this time," Hang Xiutu smiled, and his fingers slowly brushed the tip of Hang Yang's nose and lips, and finally tapped lightly on his trembling Adam's apple, "Then you might as well get used to it first."

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