stand-in model

It was late, and it was pitch black all around.

On the first floor of Tongzilou, several lights have been removed due to shooting needs.

Jiang Liang and Shu Hua came to the messy room No.15 under the lighting of the staff.

It's still the same as last time.

Gong Youde had his head on the ground, and Jiang He stood in the dark with a knife.

Outside the window, the moonlight casts shadows, and the tree shadows shake.

In an instant, Jiang He pounced like a lion and wrestled with Gong Youde.

Both of them worked hard for this shoot.

One is afraid of pain, and the other is afraid of pulling the wound again.

However, the overall effect is still good.

Henry Zhang stared at the movements of the two people in the monitor.

I'm afraid that something is not suitable.

Fortunately, both of them are not young in filming, although they put in effort.

But the strength performance can still be full of perception.

"I said, have you been ghosted lately?" Henry Zhang tilted his head and looked at Rong Sheng who was on the side, and the man was now full of sloppy face, with a look of embarrassment.

"I have ideas and pursuits. You are the ghost."

Rong Sheng glanced at Henry Zhang and said, "I heard that you are planning to send flowers, do people accept you?"

Hearing this, Henry Zhang gasped, and angrily gave Rong Sheng a sharp eye.

It's okay not to mention it, but he gets angry when he mentions it.

Wu Yu is a very defensive person.

If he had treated Jiang Liang better before, would Wu Yu be able to treat him like this?

Ignore him every day, I have run out of good things to say, but people just don't want to look at him more.

There are not many people like him who take the pole to be the father of other people's children.

"Don't worry, you will succeed. After all, few people are willing to give themselves a child who is not related by blood." Rong Sheng walked over and patted Henry Zhang on the back, but glanced at the monitor.

"How do you know!" Henry Zhang slapped his hands off his shoulders and asked Rong Sheng, wishing he could jump up from the pony immediately.

He was willing, but Wu Yu was unwilling.

Go back and plan to say something.

But the man had already taken Jiang Liang's coat with a bright face and went to pick up Jiang Liang in the tube building.

"Damn, how was the filming going." Henry Zhang turned sideways and asked the assistant director who had been checking the filming just now.

After learning that the effect was good, Henry Zhang stopped thinking about it.

Fortunately, he did not delay his work.

If work is delayed, Henry Zhang doesn't mind extorting a few more investment fees from Rong Sheng.

He took a few glances at Rong Sheng who came out of the tube building with Jiang Liang in his arms.

This is really not his illusion.

In the past few days, something is really wrong with this person, everything is wrong.

He was not so considerate to Jiang Liang before.

It's like... really falling in love.

Do you really like this person?

Thinking about it?Are you finally out of your mind?

Henry Zhang couldn’t figure it out, so let’s take the time to ask again.

If he really wants to open his mind, wouldn't it mean that his good days are coming.

Therefore, director Zhang Xuan, who has made successful movies for several years, has begun to imagine his daily life after being with Wu Yu.

No matter how you think about it, it's all sweet.

Who doesn't love Sister Gao Leng Yu.

"Cold?"

Rong Sheng wrapped Jiang Liang tightly with his clothes, and from time to time went to fish for Jiang Liang's cold fingers that had been retracted into the sleeves of the down jacket.

Jiang Liang shook his head, he only felt that the fingers played by Rong Sheng's hands were hot.

For him, such behavior always has an indescribable sense of intimacy.

The behavior of the two of them has long been common to the staff passing by.

After all, the relationship between these two people for four years made their teeth ache for the onlookers.

But for Jiang Liang, this is the first real sweetness.

"Aren't you busy recently?" Jiang Liang grabbed Rong Sheng's palm with his fingers, and there was no irritability on the man's face.

He also squeezed his fingers happily.

"Not busy, come to accompany you."

Rong Sheng smiled and looked down at Jiang Liang, tightly grasping the slender fingers that were scratching in his palm just now.

"Let's go back tonight and go to the film crew tomorrow afternoon. I want to accompany you to see your mother."

Rong Sheng whispered to Jiang Liang.

This made Jiang Liang pause in place, and then laughed.

He looked up into Rong Sheng's dark pupils.

There seemed to be something more in the man's eyes.

"I'm afraid Director Zhang will scold me." Jiang Liang took his hand out of Rong Sheng's warm hand and put it in his down jacket pocket.

It's just that Rong Sheng grabbed it out the next moment, and held it in the dry and warm palm again.

"He didn't dare. I invested in him." Rong Sheng snorted a few times, and pulled Jiang Liang's hand to draw him closer.

Jiang Liang's mouth opened and closed for a long time, but he didn't say anything in the end.

So he stopped slowly and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Rong Sheng also stopped following him, took Jiang Liang's right hand, and stood opposite Jiang Liang.

He lowered his head, taking advantage of Jiang Liang's posture of raising his head, and kissed Jiang Liang before he could respond.

It looked like Jiang Liang was asking for a kiss.

Jiang Liang subconsciously wanted to take a step back, but Rong Sheng held the back of his head with his backhand, deepening the kiss.

"Close your eyes." Rong Sheng's fingers gently stroked the corners of Jiang Liang's eyes, his voice was low, like Satan tempting his lover.

Seeing Jiang Liang close his eyes obediently, he chuckled a few times in a low voice, and then kissed the man's lips again.

Holding Jiang Liang tightly with both arms.

There was a lot of noise in the distance, but the world where he and Rong Sheng lived together was quiet and comfortable.

Here, he felt his heart beating again.

That is the induction of the lover.

It's like a subconscious move after a mimosa is touched.