Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

Before He Shi opened his eyes, I quickly stood up.

As long as I stand fast enough, he won't notice my guilty conscience!I'm still that frank, ruthless professional sex buddy!

Feeling dizzy, I propped myself up on the table and stood still, watching the effect of the monitor with He Shi.

From the time I swallowed, everything went wrong, and it went wrong forever.

I have to admire the director's arrangement. This kind of real-time scripting can indeed capture the most real reaction, so real that I feel more and more guilty. I am afraid that He Shi will notice something and expel me from the gun.

But the director is not stingy at all in complimenting me.

"Jianjun, you are holding your fingers too well. You can hold that secret secret love and entanglement tightly." He pointed at the fingers on my screen while talking, "Tsk, That's great, in this state, those who don't know think that you and Xiao He are not lovers, and you are still secretly in love with him!"

Oh my gosh, is that okay to say.

I flattened my palms and rubbed the wrinkled shirt vigorously, "Haha, it's time to play, it's time to play."

"There is also this improvised squat." The director followed the monitor screen to explain, "The shyness, embarrassment, and annoyance full of admiration are too good. I don't believe that you haven't invested in real feelings. You deserve to be a real couple."

The soles of my shoes are about to be picked out by me, Ma Tiaofeiyan, "It's just entering the drama, entering the drama."

"There is also the sudden getting up just now. Although it is not within the scope of the camera, it is really in line with the state of crush. The guilty conscience of being afraid of being discovered is really part of the drama."

"Yes, yes." I nodded quickly.

I just want to end this part quickly, it’s the first time I’m so unwilling to listen to others praise me, staring at He Shi’s reaction with trepidation.He didn't pay much attention to me, but his face was very red, beyond his makeup.

Probably because he was overwhelmed with alcohol, he drank too much in that scene just now, the reflection of the monitor hit his lips, and the wet wine was glistening.

Hmph, no matter how hard the third leg is, the lips are still soft. I have experienced it myself.I have experienced both the former and the latter.

The director spoke to prepare for the transition to the night scene, and my shoulders slumped as if I had been pardoned.

Just as we were about to drag He Shi into the car to make a transition, the director suddenly stopped us.

"See you, do you have a husband and wife life recently? Uh... Negative distance."

???

This, this...is it okay to ask?

I thought the wave just now was a big bang, but it turned out to be a smoke bomb. I had a hunch that the director was about to shoot me, or drop an atomic bomb.

I shivered, and first relieved the director's biggest concern, "No marks left on my upper body."

"Oh..." The director responded meaningfully, rubbing his forehead, which made me feel that he was definitely holding back some bad tricks.

Sure enough, "How many times a week do you do it?"

My eyes widened in an instant. Is this... really a question?It's true that I'm making gay films, but it's also a little too personal.

Embarrassment wrapped me up in an instant, and looking at the director, I seemed to see the body lubricating gel Ms. Liang bought, and the little note written by Lao Meng floated in my mind.

Is this the elders of the new century, who can not only accept that the younger generation is a sexual minority, but also pay attention to the sex life of the younger generation in real time, and give professional guidance on the frequency?

The director was keenly aware of my embarrassment, waved his hand, "Bad."

how?Found the topic too private and finally decided to give up the discussion?Obviously not.

Director: "When I asked you what you were doing, I knew you couldn't make the decision."

He turned to He Shi: "Xiao He, how many times a week do you want him, don't be shy, we are both men, there is nothing we can't talk about."

What's the situation, why is it "us two", you can't expel me as a male just because I am a zero.

I am so upright, and I am so strong that I can completely replace Iron T to go to the bar to fight fires. You can't treat me as the big mother just because I am in the lower position.

I didn't mean to say that Big Mother Zero is bad, and, Big Mother Zero is also a man!

He Shi didn't change his face: "Not fixed, since you told me, I only got drunk a few times last night."

No, why doesn't he change his face, why does he have a steady figure and a round voice, making me look too shy, like the little wife of that domineering driver.

Am I really making a big deal out of a molehill?

That's right, for him, we are friends with benefits, and he is solving his physical needs when we do it a few times, so there is nothing to be shy about.

Alas, heartless man.

I also put on a calm expression, watching how these two "men" exchanged private topics.

Director: "That's right. You guys have seen the scene in the stream in a few days, right?"

After watching it, it was also a summer play, Meng Yuanzhou had to take Jin Yang to catch fish by the shallow stream, took off his shirt and rolled up his trousers.

In summer, the clothes are thin, and become transparent when touched with water, and the young body is looming in the haze.

The two had a naive quarrel over catching fish. Meng Yuanzhou stepped on a pebble and fell down, throwing Jin Yang into the water as well.

This is the most important turning point in the second part. The skin-to-skin contact between the two is fierce, and there is inevitably a reaction that cannot be brought to the table, and everything is out of control.

Director: "So, before that scene, you don't want to do it, just hold back your thirst and desire, and the sparks that will come out of the collision will definitely have a good effect."

It turned out that this was the case. As expected of a director known for his authenticity, our emotions must be kept in a proper state throughout the filming cycle.

I'm sure it's going to be a good production, but inevitably I feel sorry for my lost sexual bliss.

He Shi did the same, he nodded reluctantly, moved closer to me, tilted his head and leaned on top of mine, as if he was really a little drunk.

The director straightened his peaked cap, "Let me give you a little spoiler, the third part has a sex scene, in order to make you feel like an old couple, you can do whatever you like, and I don't care if you get flowers."

My eyes lit up, and I immediately realized that there was no need to light up at this time. I made a fist against my lower lip and coughed, "It's okay, it's okay, filming comes first, filming comes first."

The director was noncommittal, walked towards his car, flung his coat on his shoulders, and muttered, "If it's all right, I won't hold back my drink and have sex, young man, you have a lot of firepower..."

I blushed a lot, and wanted to get into the nanny's car to make a transition, but He Shi wrapped his arms around me, bent down and lowered his head, and hit his forehead on the crescent of my neck.

His breath mixed with the smell of alcohol penetrated into my skin, and he said, "I want to be first."

I didn't understand, "What?"

He rubbed against me in dissatisfaction, and his short-cut hair scratched my shoulder and neck, itching, "What if I reach the letter date? Is Brother Meng also the number one filmmaker?"

Oh, so I was talking about this. He also listened to what I said casually. Can he understand me when I babbled so much nonsense just now?

He: "You can't do this, if I'm number one."

It must be the effect of alcohol, he groaned to me with a nasal voice, raised his face, and rubbed against my cheek flesh.

I tilted my head to hide from the itch. The staff passed by us, and they were already familiar with it, but I still wanted to give him a face and quickly appease him.

Me: "Okay, you come first, only the princess follows the lead."