don't like me

I came to the place where he was filming as promised.

As I said, it is impossible for the security personnel to let me in. Even if I said that I knew everyone inside, he said no, so what should I do?I can only call him.

He didn't answer the first few calls, thinking that he might be busy, so I left right away, wanting to see the filming scene of the blockbuster film before leaving, if I really don't have this kind of vision, then forget it.

I am not attached to having to see.

And as soon as I thought so, he came, but the phone didn't come, and a strange man came, claiming to be his assistant, to pick me up.

The assistant said that he was shooting now, and he only asked me to come out to take a look when the time came, just in time for me to leave.

I went in with him, and along the way I was asked all kinds of things, mainly about what I did and how I met his male model. I said I was his fan, and I was the one who took him in yesterday.

"It's you. He told Sister Jing and me a lot yesterday, oh, Sister Jing is his manager." After the assistant explained, he looked at me again, "It's exactly what he said."

My curiosity was aroused, "What did he say about me?"

The assistant repeated what he meant, "Say that I met a particularly attractive Chinese man."

I responded to him with a smile.

charm?The charm of lying?My fake fan has not been exposed until now.

When we arrived at the shooting site, the photographer was communicating with the model, and there was a crowd of people. The behind-the-scenes staff stood in a circle around the spotlight, and the props team was very busy. After a while, they took clothes, brought basins, and poured water, surrounded by the models and the photographer. Asked to turn around, the photographer kneeling on one knee is also quite dedicated, under the light, a man and a woman are entangled together.

The man was wearing a damp white shirt, the water stains on his chest flowed down the gully of his abdominal muscles, he hugged the woman's waist with one hand, and held her chin with the other. Pressing his hand on the man's chest, he showed a deep expression. The picture is very shocking and very evocative.

The static picture becomes a live animation where even a micro-expression can be clearly seen. The person comes alive, and it is right in front of your eyes. You can't convince yourself to look away, but the photographer dresses the person up in a sexy way However, no man or woman can remain completely calm when seeing such a scene.

I don't know if everyone's hearts are as vulgar as I thought.

The female model has a sexy figure, but I have no time to take care of it. All my attention is drawn to the drenched shirt, the pectoral and abdominal muscles are outlined, and the male model is more tempting to wear than not. I think of the clear and pure eyes yesterday, and then Looking at today's macho men full of male hormones, this contrast really kills me.

I looked at him with my arms around, Sloanan, a male model from Ireland, I have to say now, I really became his fan.

As soon as the filming was over, Sloanan rushed towards me. The eyes that instantly turned into those of a kitten were clean and pure, deep into the scene, and fast in the scene, which made me see the charm of a professional artist.

He didn't wear shoes, and his loose trousers were left on the ground. He found a pair of shoes on the sidelines when he was off the field, put them on hastily, and walked towards me.

"You are here, when did you arrive?" He was excited, all the emotions were written on his face, it was different from what I saw yesterday, under the light, his facial features were more clear, every strand of hair Sexy, the clothes on his body make him a completely different look, the eyes are so soft and kind, and the body is so hot and sultry.

I'm that man who has very little self-sustainability.

I can't help but look at his chest, I can only say that this photographer is quite qualified, he knows what a man looks like when he is the most attractive.

"It's been a while, you don't answer my phone, you don't plan to come in." I pretended to accuse him, as if calculating, every time I saw his sincere eyes, I always wanted to tease him, now I am like a bad guy uncle.

Sure enough, he must put on a condom, put his hands together, and explained in a panic: "Sorry, I'm sorry, I really can't take my phone, you saw it just now, I'm..."

"Okay," I said casually, and the big model started explaining to me endlessly. Anyone with a discerning eye would know that I'm not angry. Why is he so easy to deceive? I shook my head and gave him a thumbs up. "The scene was really good, and I was very happy."

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "There are more in the back."

My eyes are shining, I am not reserved at all, and my words are very direct, "Is there such a fragrant one?"

There was a blush on his face, and he became shy. He said embarrassedly: "It's a different style."

Why do I hate him so much.

I really want to rub his head, this cute little guy, no... big guy.

I looked down his clothes, sorry, my uncle started to be restless again.

When he was resting, he chatted with me and asked me when I planned to go back. I said soon, I can stay for two days at most, and I will take Wen Zhixu to check again tomorrow. If I can't find anything, I will leave , will not waste time, he expressed a pity.

"What a pity?" Where is the pity?I didn't understand what he meant.

"It's a pity," he explained, "I want you to stay for two more days, I can talk to you a little more, or take you to see some of our Irish scenery, but you have to go, I have something to do these two days , can’t find time.”

He said it so sincerely, I've always been a little curious.

I asked him, "Excuse me, which of us is a fan of whose?"

He was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

I felt that he wanted me to explain everything so clearly. Seeing this excellent figure, I forgave him and said patiently: "Being friends with fans, you even invited me to visit your shooting site, and you even took me to see you. Look at the scenery, you artists are so kind to fans?"

"Others don't know, but I am."

"It's really close to the people." I sighed.

He clarified: "Actually, it's not, it's just because you are a guest from afar, and you helped me yesterday, so I will pay you a favor."

"No, as a fan, you can't wait for me to help you, or stay overnight." I looked down at my phone, "Oh, how can I find a news publishing house? I want to break the news, supermodel night fans, suspected of being a fan. "

My words almost sent him to the west, he quickly covered my mouth, and said in a panic: "You... don't talk nonsense, I don't have one."

He felt that this was inappropriate again, looked at me, and quickly let go of his hand. The people passing by looked back at us, and Sloanan was very embarrassed.

"Wen Zhixing, you speak too bluntly."

I didn't even have time to listen to what he said. I wanted to laugh when he called my name, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help it. I laughed out loud, and I shook my hand, "Don't call me by my name." .”

He will also ask: "Did I call the wrong one?"

I said, "No, it's even more funny than being called wrong. Why do you always make the fourth sound?"

Why do foreigners like to pronounce the fourth tone when they speak Chinese?Do you think it is more accurate to express the accent?I don't know, all I know is that to Irish people, I am also a foreigner, but I don't have such a strong accent, and I am praised for my standards.

"The fourth sound? What fourth sound?" He couldn't understand.

I forgot, and hurriedly said, "Chongyin, why do you always read the question? It's Wen, lighter, flatter. According to your accent, it's another word in our Chinese."

"Wen—" Before we knew it, we started teaching again. In Ireland, it was a new experience to let an Irishman speak my mother tongue and ask him to standardize.

"It's the right call this time." I said, "Practice more."

Then he really practiced, until he was called away by his assistant, saying that the second shooting was about to start, the female models were changed, and they had already walked in front of the camera, and the assistant urged him to change clothes.

"Come here," he said to me.

I pointed to myself, thinking he called by mistake and his assistant was on the other side.

He didn't speak, came to grab my wrist, and led me into that large dressing room.

Inside, the dressmaker was arranging the clothes. He was holding a set of men's clothes, which was being placed on the chair. He heard the voice and judged who it was, and said, "This suit is a bit troublesome. You first—"

When she turned her head, she saw not only Sloanan coming in, but also a stranger like me. She frowned and said, "What's going on?"

Sloanne explained to him that he had asked for my help.

The dresser said, "Okay, I'll go out first, you can change quickly, the clothes are on the chair."

She went out and closed the door by the way, without any doubts.

I also really came to help.

Sloann picked up the clothes and shook them at me, "Can you help me?"

I walked over, and the high-quality leather was cool and smooth to the touch. It was a cool jacket, "Are you addicted to asking me to help you dress?"

I just dressed him up yesterday, and I tended to serve him more often than I served Wen Zhixu when he was a child.

"It's a bit of a hassle, and it's a rush," he said.

I'm so easy to say, "OK, come on, take it off."

I'm actually used to it, maybe what I'm used to is not helping people get dressed, but admiring this blood-spitting figure when I'm getting dressed.

The masculinity is really strong. If his eyes are not so clean, a little bit bad, and a little bit obscene, I guess I will fall in love with him.

In the process of dressing him, I can only sigh with emotion, this devil's figure, the face of a milk cat, what a pity.

He re-entered the filming, and as a new fan, I did my duty as a fan, and that was to appreciate the filming.

Sloan's facial features are more three-dimensional, his nose is straight, and his side profile is sharper than mine. From the face alone, I appear more approachable and gentle than them.

If I didn't open my mouth and didn't care.

My mouth is poisonous, my heart is bad, and my facial appearance is also somewhat in contrast.

Standing there, he is an excellent landscape. What beautiful scenery in Ireland will he take me to enjoy?Isn't he himself like a fairy and a picture?He can already speak for Ireland.

I was gradually fascinated by watching him. Compared with his clean and soft private appearance, I liked his wild and unruly appearance under the spotlight. Those eyes are fascinating, and they are very suitable for the skin of the stormy clouds. The man is indeed a bit brutal and vulgar. A little more glamorous.

While I was immersed, a call came from my cell phone.

It was a call from his hometown, Gu Ming's communication across thousands of miles.

"Are you coming back?" Gu Ming finally couldn't bear his temper. He contacted me a few days ago, but I didn't reply, or replied hastily. Today's phone bombardment is bound to require me to give him an accurate answer.

Whether I go back or not, it will not delay the operation of the bar, and the money he should earn will not be less, but it is different for me. There is no second artist that I can get in touch with, appreciate, and covet so closely.

Sloanen finished filming and didn't leave the spotlight. He said something to the photographer, and then saw me answering the phone, and just raised his hand to me, beckoning me to come over.

"My name will not be on the list for tomorrow's return trip." I hung up the phone and walked towards the shining artist.

He has already arranged everything and invited me to take a photo with him. The photographer has already said hello and is ready to die at any time. All I need is my nod to prepare.

"Follow me?" I looked around at these people, wondering if he had made a mistake, how did he invite me?

"One piece is enough," Sloanan didn't admit his mistake. He knew what I was worried about. When I approached, he comforted me in a low voice: "Don't worry, it won't be released. Don't worry, I just keep it as a souvenir."

I have to leave sooner or later. It is my honor that he is willing to take a photo with me. It stands to reason that I should not refuse, but... I am not a professional.

Just as he was about to say something, his hand was fast, he grabbed my waist, and pushed me towards him. I instinctively supported his chest, and his other hand pressed the back of my head, with the fierce expression on the stage. The gaze made my heart tremble.

His forehead was against mine, and at that moment, I was attracted by his eyes, by those fierce and affectionate eyes, I couldn't be distracted, my eyes were all about him.

"Can I go down a little?" He applied, and the hand on my lower back also moved, but he didn't dare to go too deep, and he didn't get my consent, it was just a test.

Not to mention other times, just in the moment, I was probably fascinated by him, and I didn't respond for a long time, making him think that I disagreed, so he withdrew his tentative hand, and he said, "Sorry."

And just after he finished apologizing, I grabbed his wrist, leaned forward a little, hooked his neck with one hand, grabbed his wrist with the other, pressed his hand down, and I blew in his ear Angrily, "You can go a little further."

He hugged my waist, I hooked his neck, no need to start the signal, the competent photographer, captured this wonderful moment, much faster than our reaction speed, the light in front of me was fleeting, recorded A fiery picture that is extremely passionate and full of emotional collisions.

In the words of other people at the scene, it was really more exciting, shocking, and bloody than when their country announced the legalization of same-sex marriage, making people want to clamor, applaud, and admire.

The author has something to say:

I briefly supported the bad uncle and the little milk cat male model, but I still couldn't escape the claws of the devil, and I still have to go back...