Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"Uh..., do?"

"Ah... no, this..." Lin Feifei put down her phone and raised her hands, as if surrendering, "Junjun, don't be angry, we have all been fans of you since your game, even though we knocked you and countless players CP, but I will only give you one person to vote krypton gold!"

How can I be angry with them, but it's amazing how someone can change from a ruthless show fan to a nine-year-old fan.

"So, they are all my...fuwei?" I asked.

"That's right, Jun Fu Wei's ancestors were also rich." She looked at the ceiling, as if looking at her lost youth, "But you have been filming movies for the past few years, and we can only do it. The most searched cp, Guangzong Yaozu!"

It is their freedom to support me in any way, and I have no position to interfere, so I waved my hand.

Said: "Let them go back first, we won't go out when the program starts to be recorded, don't suffer from heat stroke in hot weather."

She disagreed, "No, you finally came out of the deep mountains and old forests, and they still want to pick you up from get off work."

She stretched her neck and turned her head to look out the window, then looked at me beggingly, "And the director is very good, if the plot does not involve spoilers, fans are allowed to enter."

"Uh... okay." I've always been easy to talk to.

I took out my mobile phone, bought a few cups of cold drinks and a few packs of cooling stickers from a nearby convenience store, and planned to ask Xiao Yang to send them out later.

Afterwards, I sat in my place to put on makeup, and He Shi moved a chair to sit next to me, getting as close to me as possible without hindering the makeup artist's styling.

Of course, Lin Feifei got hit again.

In order to let her stop thinking wildly and prevent He Shi from saying wrong things in the confidence state, I conscientiously stared at the script in my hand, not turning my eyes too far.

The dressing room became quiet, except for the movement of the stylist, there was only a faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine, which came from the plaster on the back of He Shi's neck.

He put a plaster on the back of his neck, and I put a square band-aid on the back of my neck.

In order to make artificial restraining stickers for him, I worked a lot, padding gauze and cutting shapes, for fear that the stamens on the back neck of his delicate flower would be damaged.

Give it to me, huh, huh, backhand, resign to fate.

Fortunately, the collar of the general's clothing is too high to cover the Band-Aid tightly, otherwise he would have to ask the make-up teacher to stamp his teeth, which would be hard to tell with eight mouths.

When we were on the road just now, I made He Shi say I'm sorry to Xiao Yang because of my bad words.

Xiao Yang secretly sent me a WeChat message in the car, saying that He Shi had a tendency to domestic violence, and told me not to be with him.

I couldn't laugh or cry, and emphasized my real relationship with He Shi again, but he told me that Ms. Liang had said everything this morning, and even asked me if the exposure of my "love affair" would affect my career.

My old mother, should I say you are planning for a rainy day, or should you say your pig teammates?

As of today, Fang Zhe, my parents, Lin Feifei, and Xiao Yang, excluding those netizens and fans I have never met, already think I am gay.

If He Shi is really doing system tasks, he will go home just around the corner.

Probably when my fake headgear was about to be glued on, Lin Feifei let out an exclamation, which scared me out of my thoughts and almost threw the script out.

I asked her what happened.

"Junjun, a lot of marketing accounts have posted the picture that Zhanjie posted today, cp Chaohua has gained a lot of fans, and the ranking has rushed into the second ring!"

"Huh?" I was a little confused, "I didn't do anything today?"

"You don't understand this." She looked mysterious, "Actually, whether a pair of CP is good or not is not up to the real owner, but whether the fans will like it, and whether Miss Zhan will shoot it."

What she said aroused my interest. I took out my mobile phone and opened the small Weibo, and a marketing account with a lot of traffic on the home page posted the set of pictures.

Sister Zhan edited the picture into black and white, with a bit of the blurred feeling of an old movie. I looked at it and deeply felt that if you edit the picture in this direction, you can also shoot two grains of sheep cakes to create a sense of atmosphere.

The first picture shows me at the entrance of the shooting site. He Shi just got out of the car, and I looked back.

This photo is purely a snapshot, one is because I don’t remember turning my head back, and the other is because I’m blinking in this photo, and the half-opened eyes are taken for no reason. It's okay, I can't bear to leave.

In the second picture, He Shi was walking close behind me. Coincidentally, in this picture, he looked at the camera with extremely aggressive eyes, and I walked forward without knowing it. His long hair caught mine. Back collar.

Someone commented below.

@创死西皮狗: This strand of hair!The vibe!What is the lingering sentimentality of a loyal dog bodyguard x a beautiful president, please write~

Well, this comment has improved, at least the ID is not followed by the owner's task.

But the persona is wrong, I am the bodyguard, and the one behind is the princess.

A total of nine pictures, no intimate action, but fully verified Lin Feifei's theory, all thanks to the timing of the snaps and millions of retouched pictures by Zhanjie, in fact, we got out of the car and walked a few steps.

But my evaluation of this group of pictures is very high, and the level is roughly: Sister Ling has to say something advanced after seeing it.

I followed the topic of the marketing account and clicked in.

@小羊不是打工工: The black powder is so fragrant, industrial saccharin turns into atmospheric icing, every passing ant has to take a bite!

@居在CUIHUA CUN: What are you filming, Junjun?Is there a new itinerary?The dog company always does not give Junjun a itinerary map.

@Address Bookbot: Isn't this more fragrant than Jiutu snail noodles?Figure cr: logo [picture] X9

It can turn black people into fans, and make marketing accounts abandon advertisements. So far, I have fully felt the great power of this group of pictures.

"Junjun, you have to thank me, if I hadn't told the important news to the sisters, how could there be today's supernatural map?"

What you said made sense, but I couldn't refute it, "Okay, but you must tell them to pay attention to safety, obediently don't cause trouble for the program crew."

Lin Feifei gave me an OK gesture, turned around and was editing something quickly on the phone screen, I didn't ask, and turned my head to find He Shi staring at my phone.

I handed him the phone. After all, he also appeared in the photo, and the photo was pretty good. It didn't devalue the princess's peerless beauty.

He took it, looked at the photo, then at me, his eyes turned around the two makeup teachers, and finally grabbed my hand with lightning speed.

In the makeup mirror, the two teachers looked at the sky and the ground, but they didn't dare to look at me, while Lin Feifei was still typing on the phone screen.

And my heart overflows with ellipses.

He might as well be open and generous, so that not only does he not cover up anything, but it can be written into the page of the Chinese dictionary "to cover up" as a case.

I pretended to be calm, "What's wrong?"

He looked down at me, put the phone aside, held my right hand, and rubbed his thumbs together, as if he was feeling something.

Maybe it's because he's usually too gay, which raised my threshold for being gay, and I didn't feel awkward being held by him.

He lowered his head and said, "Brother Meng on the phone is very good-looking, but it still has color, and the one with warmth is better."

This is what I said, of course, no matter how many pictures I see online, I can’t feel more deeply than participating in an offline event.

He was still holding my hand and didn't want to let go of me. I felt that his state was a bit wrong.

"What explanation?"

"Brother Meng."

I am waiting for his next words.

"Can you accompany me for convenience?"

I:"……."

I thought it was the black and white photos that reminded him of something sad, but it turned out that it reminded him of the desire to urinate. The ancients are the ancients, and the urgency to urinate is so subtle.

Just when my headgear was glued on, I greeted the makeup teacher and led him towards the toilet.

"That's right here, you go in, I'll wait outside—hey!"

In the middle of the sentence, He Shi took me into the toilet with his long arms. There were two compartments in it. Before I could see what the door panel looked like, he directly dragged me into one of the compartments.

I bumped into him, and was embraced by his arms. The whole process took less than ten seconds, and the gray wall of the general's tomb turned into a toilet partition in front of my eyes.

Now that I had changed into a costume, only my face and half of my neck were exposed, and he began to bury his entire face into the side of my neck, rubbing against more skin.

"What are you doing...hey, don't wrinkle your clothes!"

Afraid of people entering the toilet, I dare not speak loudly or move, but I can't control my heart like a drum.

Why is he rubbing my neck? It's so ambiguous. Could it be that he wants to bite me again?

But the next second he stuck to me and stopped moving, as if he just wanted to stick to my skin and feel my temperature, and it seemed that his state was really wrong, and I even felt him trembling.

Is it the letter period's reaction?

I raised my hand to run along his back, wrinkled my face with a heroic expression, "If you want to bite me, bite me, go down a little!"

"No." He gave a negative answer, "No need."

When he spoke, he raised his face a little, and his breath brushed against my ear, itching so much that I clenched my fingers

"Then, what are you doing? Playing hooligans!"

He choked and didn't answer.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and I quickly pressed the back of his head to cover him back, and I also closed my mouth tightly.

This eerie silence allowed me to hear the clearest time in my life...someone let the water go.

Fortunately, the man was relatively smooth, and he walked out within a few minutes. He Shi straightened up slowly, his eyes were red, and there were some red bloodshot near the outer corners of his eyes.

I suppressed my blurted questioning, and said softly, "What's the matter? Do you want to cry or not?"

"I love you..." he said.

!

"The temperature of the skin." He added immediately.

Oh.

Fuck it, I want to have a chance to participate in the legislation, the first provision: Sentence a friend who speaks out of breath and teaches himself to rap for a lifetime.

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This chapter may not be so funny, and I am not satisfied with it after a long time, but it still has merits, it is long!Right!

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