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

That night, Hang Yang was carried into the room by Hang Xiutu. In a daze, he felt that the clothes on his body were taken off, and it seemed that someone was coaxing him in a low voice: "Come on, Xiao Yang, raise your arms and put on your pajamas."

After a while, he felt that the hands that were moving on his body stopped, and the soft bedding was covered, and the comfortable touch was caressing the skin.

Hang Yang subconsciously groaned a little out of tune. He grabbed the hand that helped him tuck the quilt, rubbed it on the side of his face, and muttered softly: "...don't go."

The sound of rustling and rubbing clothes around him suddenly stopped, and the side of the bed sank slightly, and Hang Yang felt as if someone was sitting down beside him.

With a little effort, the slender hand broke free from Hang Yang's palm and gently brushed his side cheek.

Hang Yang was getting more and more sleepy, but he could barely hear a voice whispering in his ear: "Yang Yang, dad and elder brother will be back for the New Year in two days..."

Slowly, I don't know if it was Hang Yang's illusion, the hand gently stroking the top of his head stopped slowly, as if something soft covered him and stopped on his forehead.

With a very soft "good night", Hang Yang completely lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep.

January has passed, time flies very fast, and it will be another Spring Festival in a blink of an eye.

The Hang family met briefly during the short vacation, and then separated again, each busy.

Probably because too many things happened this year, Hang Sui, the head of the Hang family, was also quite frank. Not only did he not speak ill of Hang Xiutu, but he often showed some awkward warmth.

Before leaving, Hang Sui seemed to have made a big decision, and threw the key that he had held for a week into Hang Xiutu's hand, with an impatient face on his face: "I bought it casually, a small thing that is convenient for traveling."

Hang Xiutu saw his father's poor acting skills at a glance, but he didn't expose it. He raised his hand and took the key, showing a slight smile: "Did my father prepare the new Ferrari parked in the garage for me? I thought you were going to give it to me. Xiao Yang."

Hang Sui walked out as if nothing had happened: "That's because Xiao Yang doesn't have a driver's license yet, so I'll take advantage of you first."

Hang Xiutu lowered his slender eyelashes: "That's it, I don't like luxury cars at all, so let's wait for Xiao Yang to get his driver's license before driving."

Hang Sui frowned, and slapped fiercely on the coffee table: "If you tell me to take it, you can take it! You have a lot of demands, what do you want if you don't want a car?! Those Western impressionist oil paintings you like are all flamboyant things." , anyway, I don’t understand at all, and I can’t choose a reason; this car is specially customized by me, there is no publicity except for the brand, you give me—”

Realizing that his good intentions were completely exposed, Hang Sui covered his mouth tactically and turned his face away unnaturally.

Hang Xiutu raised his head, with a smile in his eyes, he rarely talked to his father like this: "Okay, thank you, I like it very much."

Hang Sui gave a short "huh", stood up and walked quickly, just happened to bump into the eldest son who was coming down the stairs.

"Dad..." Before Hang Xiuyuan finished greeting, he stopped suddenly, and even took half a step back with a little panic, "Dad, you—"

Hang Sui glared at him, hurried up the stairs, and quickly entered the master bedroom.

Hang Xiuyuan looked at his second brother in shock: "Xiutu, what did you talk about? How could Dad laugh so, uh, so disgusting?!"

Hang Xiutu shook the key in his hand at him, seemed a little helpless, sighed lightly, but his eyes were still light: "Something I wanted to say has finally been said, his old man."

Spring Breeze Xiuyuan of the Hang family quickly understood, nodded and sighed, showing a slightly tired smile.

The warm Spring Festival was spent in joy.

As for the matters related to "Monte Fontaine", they were basically settled as early as years ago.Before the first month of the new year, the crew went to France together. There are not many characters involved in this film. Except for a whole group of people who are all giants in the industry, just looking at the number of people and posture, it is impossible to imagine that this film can represent the most advanced in the world in all aspects. Film shooting technical team.

As for the story itself, although it is not complicated, it spans a long timeline, and Gu Xun requires the framing to be absolutely true, which leads to the fact that no matter how short the filming cycle is, it still needs to span half a year—a full 6 months. .

In this way, the daily announcements are only one or two shots, which can almost be regarded as half-shooting and half-vacation.

As soon as the crew landed, Gu Xun threw everyone into the rented villa area, and said, "We can discuss where to live, and I will give you two days to overcome the jet lag. Go out for a walk if you have nothing to do", then turned around and left impatiently.

Hang Yang pointed at his back: "...brother, he is so anxious."

Hang Xiutu nodded: "Ling Su posted the Paris Raiders in Moments two days ago."

Hang Yang: "...Is this man really okay?"

Hang Xiutu rubbed his head, and said to Tang Yi behind him, "Gu Xun left us a two-person house. You and Chen Xu asked the staff in charge of logistics to put our luggage in."

Hang Yang slowly widened his eyes: "Du-dong?!"

Hang Xiutu smiled and patted him on the head, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "We want to act as a couple."

Hang Yang's face turned red as if he had been molested. He ducked behind Hang Xiutu and buried his whole face in his dark gray coat.

"How come the skin is still so thin, and then..." Hang Xiutu's voice stopped, and he rubbed the tips of Hang Yang's red ears, "Forget it, let's go."

Hang Yang pulled his sleeve to cover most of his face, and looked at Hang Xiutu with a pair of eyes: "Where are you going?"

Hang Xiutu pulled Hang Yang's wrist and evoked a very faint smile: "You are standing in a foreign country where you came for the first time, where else can you go?"

——Looking up, the sky is cloudless and bluer than silk. The weather in Paris is fine these days, and I think it's a good time for sightseeing.

As the two walked, they could still hear Hang Yang's vigorous voice from a distance: "The Louvre!"

Another voice was deep and gentle: "Okay."

“Champs Elysees!”

"it is good."

"And Notre Dame de Paris! Even if it burns out, you have to take a look outside!"

"Okay, take a look."

……

The happy time always passes very quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it is the day of the official start-up.

Hang Xiutu pulled open the curtains of Hang Yang's room, pulled away the squirming bedding, and mercilessly slapped Hang Yang's round buttocks: "Get up."

Hang Yang clutched his buttocks and sat up "噗", pulled the quilt and moved back in "horrified": "Brother you!"

"Get up," Hang Xiutu threw the clothes to him, "eat."

I have to say that Gu Xun really didn't treat them harshly at all in terms of living environment. Although it was far inferior to the Hang family's villa, this two-story detached house was indeed a luxury.

Hang Yang absentmindedly gnawed on the bread with his arms in his arms, completely ignoring the other dishes in front of him. The dishes that Hang Xiutu picked up for him were almost piled up and he didn't even notice.

"Ding!" Hearing the movement, Hang Yang came back to his senses, and when he lowered his head, he found that it was Hang Xiutu who tapped lightly on the side of his bowl.

"Eat." Hang Xiutu said in a calm tone, "Why are you in a daze?"

Hang Yang hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I watched the two scenes rehearsed today..."

Hang Xiutu nodded: "So?"

Hang Yang's face was like a crab shell put into a steamer, slowly turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye: "He, why did they want us to shoot a passionate scene on the first day?!"

Hang Xiutu said indifferently: "It's a forced calibration of the magnetic field of interaction between the actors, especially us, it is very likely that the inertia will be substituted into the brotherhood in the early stage. Although it is difficult to shoot passionate scenes first, it can completely break the 'brothers' getting along with each other. The arrangement couldn't be more normal."

Hang Yang clasped his head in both hands, lay down listlessly on the table, and repeated a sentence: "I can't do it, brother. Brother, I really can't..."

Hang Xiutu leaned forward lightly, pinched Hang Yang's chin and lifted it up: "Then remember our 'drill'?"

Hang Yang felt a "boom" in his heart, and his heartbeat slowed down by half a beat. He nodded tremblingly: "um...um."

That day, that day, nothing seemed quite right. Hang Xiutu's whole body was involuntarily domineering, he leaned against his ear's heavy breathing, his irresistible movements, and, his voice and eyes seemed to be different from him. On weekdays, Hang Yang panics and even fears, as if he will be drawn into some unknown vortex...

But the next day, when Hang Yang finally made enough mental preparations to walk out of the room, he saw that the second brother was as quiet and elegant as usual, and he looked up at himself: "Come, eat."

There really didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, it was just a so-called "show" as he said.

But today, Hang Yang saw in his light brown eyes the same as that day——

"Don't be nervous," Hang Xiutu's voice was very soft, not pressed to the ground, but more intoxicatingly seductive, "just follow my pace."

Hang Xiutu's fingertips slowly brushed the skin on his side cheek, and finally pinched Hang Yang's earlobe, rubbed it, and made his slender body tremble slightly: "It's completely enough like that day."

"But," Hang Yang forcibly suppressed the tremor in his voice, "but I, I haven't even kissed in real life—well."

Hang Xiutu clasped the back of Hang Yang's head with one hand, and held his soft lips firmly, even domineeringly.

For a moment, Hang Yang's mind went blank, his pupils trembled wildly, and he barely reacted until his lips and teeth were pried open.

Warm, powerful, and irresistible...It seems that the whole body and mind are melted between the intersecting lips and teeth. Hang Yang knows that he should push away. He wants to push away, but the slender white hands on Hang Xiutu's shoulders only know to tremble slightly , I couldn't even use the slightest bit of strength.

His body almost collapsed in one kiss.

It wasn't until Hang Xiutu gently wiped the fine sweat from his temples with a paper towel that Hang Yang realized how violently he was panting | He wrapped his arms around Hang Xiutu's neck weakly, leaning his head half on the man's shoulder, his eyes almost trembled black.

Hang Xiutu's lips seemed to linger tenderly on his temples and neck, but Hang Yang could hardly feel anything, only his body was still shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, he heard Hang Xiutu whisper in his ear: "This is just kissing, nothing more."

Hang Yang closes his eyes: that's all... that's all?

The author has something to say:

I went to check my feet today, so the number of words is less, and it will grow thicker tomorrow!