The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

Before, it was rumored on the Internet that Jian Yanxi taught the two actors how to change their kissing expressions, how to position their movements, and how to curve their chin to feel it when facing the camera. They might even lend a seat to the actors in person.

Before the performance started, Lin Zhaoyun even started to feel awkward with his toes, holding on to the foam slippers with his toes, and his pink round toes were squeezed and turned white.

"Let's read the script."

This is his last scene, and after that, he will directly receive the bento, but before receiving the bento, he finally falls asleep to the sleepiest person.

The behavior of this character really broke through Lin Zhaoyun's thinking offline.

"There are not many lines in this scene, the main thing is to call the name, and then the blank section is free to play." Jian Yanxi said.

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun was at a loss, Jian Yanxi tapped his pen on the table and reminded him: "It's like your interview, try it."

Bo Zhiqiuban was leaning on the sofa, with a sharp mandible, Lin Zhaoyun bit the bullet and sat on it.

He recalled the interview carefully, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Bo Zhiqiu staring at him, his scalp was numb, and he was digging at the skirt of the pajamas he was wearing, leaning up a little bit.

Jian Yanxi frowned, and looked closer: "The expression should be more attractive and obsessed."

Lin Zhaoyun didn't know how to make a seductive smile, but the photos that 886 took of him flashed through his mind, and there was one of him sticking out his tongue with a dazed face, Lin Zhaoyun felt the most disharmonious.

He tried to recreate that scene.

He raised his lower jaw slightly, and stuck out the tip of his tongue. He really didn't know how to look obsessed, so he could only let his eyes go blank.

He slowly approached Bo Zhiqiu, and with that vague voice, he called softly, "Zhiqiu..."

Lin Zhaoyun didn't have any experience at all, so when he leaned over, he got too close, and his soft cheek was hit by Bo Zhiqiu's nose, and it sank into a nest.

As soon as he came up, Bo Zhiqiu felt his arms hit by something soft and fragrant, which made him subconsciously look down, and his eyes fell on Lin Zhaoyun's face.

Being so close, Bo Zhiqiu could see Lin Zhaoyun's face clearly, it was very white and pink, only the eyelashes and eyeballs were pitch black, as if they had been stained with ink.

The round and slightly tapered chin was rubbed against the collar, and the trembling eyelashes brushed against his chin, itching terribly.

From this angle and distance, only a little bit of plump lips can be seen, which are faintly pink, like the Yoshino cherry blossoms in their peak season.

Just separated by several layers of clothes, Bo Zhiqiu could naturally feel that the other party's legs were trembling, and the shaking of his fingers was even more unreasonable.

When Bo Zhiqiu didn't bow his head, apart from feeling that the voice was interesting, he thought to himself: Just like this, can you still hook Jianxiu?

When he was suddenly called "Zhiqiu", he suddenly realized something, numb from his back to the back of his head.

This kind of youthful behavior is even more terrible.

This really opened Bo Zhiqiu's eyes. He tensed his muscles and controlled his breathing. He didn't expect that he would be teased like this by the other party's youthfulness.

It's like hanging him.

He was half-hanged, but somehow he was hanged.

According to the plot, Lin Zhaoyun was picked up by Bo Zhiqiu with his waist pinched, and his hands were empty, thinner than he imagined.

"Calf, cling to it."

Bo Zhiqiu held Lin Zhaoyun against the wall like this, Jian Yanxi frowned: "Lin Zhaoyun, pull Bo Zhiqiu's shirt out of his belt."

Lin Zhaoyun was in a hurry, and with his thin white fingers, he hurriedly pulled Bo Zhiqiu's shirt hem out of his belt, panicking and anxiously.

Because of panic, the rapid breathing hit Bo Zhiqiu's Adam's apple.

Suddenly, the sound of hot, rapid breathing came from Lin Zhaoyun's ear, Lin Zhaoyun raised his head suddenly, and Bo Zhiqiu's slightly covered eyes met his.

[Oh my god, my baby, who can resist this? 】

[Wooooow, my wife has grown up, and she can hang men. 】

[Woooooo, I don't know if the man was hanged, but I was hanged by my wife! ! 】

Jian Yanxi suddenly wanted to change the script and character design for Lin Zhaoyun.

He was drawing and writing on the script, and after 10 minutes passed, he raised his head again and saw that Bo Zhiqiu was still hugging Lin Zhaoyun, he was stunned: "Okay..."

Lin Zhaoyun quickly got off Bo Zhiqiu's body as if he had received an amnesty.

The two left the room together, they lived on the first floor, Bo Zhiqiu followed behind him, and they went down to the second floor together.

The back of Lin Zhaoyun's neck turned red, and when he reached the door of the room, just as Lin Zhaoyun was about to open the door, an arm blocked his way.

"What, what's the matter, Teacher Bo..." Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips, his voice shaking violently.

Bo Zhiqiu smiled slightly, and pointed to the hem of his clothes: "Don't do things halfway."

"Shove it in."

Just as Lin Zhaoyun's face calmed down a little, it turned red again, and he hurriedly helped him stuff his shirt.

Bo Zhiqiu has been exercising all the year round, and even participated in extreme sports competitions. His body is extremely superior, with long legs, broad shoulders, and perfect waist and abdomen muscles.

You can feel the tightness through the shirt.

Bo Zhiqiu just leaned against the wall shallowly, raised his arms slightly, and watched the thin white hands slowly put the shirt into the trousers that stretched his waist.

"Your hands are so thin."

Lin Zhaoyun lowered his eyelashes: "Mmm..."

"I checked, and you really didn't tick Jane Yanxi, I apologize."

"And according to the way you hooked up today, it's impossible for Jian Yanxi to hook you up."

Lin Zhaoyun also knew that her acting skills were terrible, so she pursed her lips and was embarrassed to answer, so she could only nod her head hastily.

"You can ask me if you don't understand anything about acting."

"Just take it as an apology."

It was already very embarrassing for Lin Zhaoyun and the other party to have that kind of role, and it was impossible to ask for advice alone, so he just nodded his head.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyun like this, he felt that Lin Zhaoyun didn't take his words seriously, and suddenly bent down to approach Lin Zhaoyun, with his unique scent of snow mountain fir men's perfume.

Lin Zhaoyun was immediately enveloped, and he pushed the opponent with his palm uneasily, with his fingers still on his belt.

Being so close, Bo Zhiqiu smelled the faint scent on his body again, which made the tip of his nose itchy, smelled it in his throat, and made him thirsty from the mouth of his throat.

He squeezed his throat.

"Don't look at Jian Yanxi who is easy to talk about now, he is very aggressive when filming."

"Do you know Zhou Rui?"

"The best actor, he won the best actor at a young age, and was trained by him to almost terminate the contract overnight, but he still went to work the next day."

"Because he knows that Jian Yanxi has high requirements for the film, and what he says is what can really make you improve."

"But you can't do it if you want to always be NG, he might scold you in front of everyone."

Bo Zhiqiu's gaze stayed on Lin Zhaoyun's face: "For someone like you, if you scold you a few words, you may cry, and maybe you will be asked to leave immediately."

When Lin Zhaoyun heard this, his face turned pale.

"So you'd better pay attention and ask me if you have any questions."

Lin Zhaoyun's fingertips trembled, he must not leave.

Thinking of this, he raised his head tremblingly: "Then, Mr. Bo, how about the part just now..."

He really couldn't say the word "sex scene".

Even though he had just been hanged, Bo Zhiqiu shook his head: "It's almost over."

The phalanges with well-defined knuckles pressed Lin Zhaoyun's lips, and the flesh of the lips was sunken.

Surprisingly soft.

The small palm-sized face in front of him was sweating a little, his cheeks were flushed, his eyelashes were drooping, and he trembled from time to time.

"Then, what to do then?"

Bo Zhiqiu lowered his head slowly, and leaned into Lin Zhaoyun's ear: "To flirt with a man, you have to be direct and kiss."

……

Back in the room, Lin Zhaoyun took a quick rinse. Sleeping in this room, he didn't dare to turn off the lights, at least he had to turn on the desk lamp.

Lin Zhaoyun studied the script for a while, fell asleep, and slowly slipped into bed.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door.

Boom, boom————

Full of rhythm, Lin Zhaoyun woke up in a trance: "Who...?"

The knocking on the door stopped.

Lin Zhaoyun's drowsy sleepiness was instantly chased away, he sat up quickly, and walked slowly to the door.

First, Wangmao looked at it, and it was pitch black, with no one there.

He ventured to open a crack in the door cautiously.

There was no one outside the door, and when he was about to close the door with trepidation in his heart, he suddenly glanced at the ground.

There was a large string of wet footprints on the ground.

The next day, Lin Zhaoyun asked the staff if anyone had knocked on the door at night, and everyone shook their heads, but no one heard anyone knocking on the door.

He wanted to continue asking, but the assistant director ran over.

"Ms. Lin, the arrangement has been made over there, come over after eating, don't eat too much."

Lin Zhaoyun was already half full after eating, and he just nodded at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't swallow or spit out the food wrapped in his mouth well, he couldn't find the trash can, and he was in a dilemma with his bulging cheeks.

The palm covered with a tissue reached out to Lin Zhaoyun's mouth.

Wen Xun appeared with a little cologne smell.

"Spit here."

Lin Zhaoyun was embarrassed, shook his head, lightly pinched Lin Zhaoyun's cheek with his slender finger bones, and spat out the bun wrapped in his mouth.

Wen Xun didn't dislike that at all, he kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

"Go, Jian Yanxi doesn't like others being late."

Lin Zhaoyun blushed, said thank you and ran to the set.

The studio was surrounded and covered tightly, Jian Yanxi saw Lin Zhaoyun running, his face looked better, his eyes stayed on his sweaty pink face, and the corners of his eyes were pressed: "Come in. "

As soon as Lin Zhaoyun entered the door, he was suddenly stopped by Jian Yanxi, who suddenly put his palm on his stomach, and pressed with a little force: "Aren't you full?"

"It's easy to vomit when you eat too much."

"Just six minutes full..." "Yeah."

Jian Yanxi changed Lin Zhaoyun's personal settings and made some small changes.

He spoke in a general way, but Lin Zhaoyun was confused.

"Just do what you did last night." Jian Yanxi said directly

When starting the machine, Lin Zhaoyun listened to Bo Zhiqiu's advice, sat up and pursed his lips and was about to have a kissing scene, but Jian Yanxi called out immediately in the next second.

"Who taught you this?"

Lin Zhaoyun took a look at Bo Zhiqiu, and didn't dare to confess him, so he could only whisper and aggrieved that he figured it out by himself.

Jian Yanxi's script was rolled into a tube, and she tapped on the table: "No need, what happened last night is what happened today."

[Ha, Bo Gou is so insidious, my wife almost believed it. 】

[Scheming 1! 】

[Laughing, my wife cheated so much, she almost got eaten tofu. 】

Jian Yanxi: "On-site lighting, photography preparation, start again."