The history of struggle for foundation in the entertainment industry

Liang Feng looked like a Spartan at once.

How is this going?

All the thoughts flooded into his mind, and were dismissed at that moment, enjoying the kiss, whatever.

Tang Jinnian leaned slightly to kiss him, the hand holding the cup was changed to loosely hug Liang Feng's waist, oppressed by the posture, Liang Feng involuntarily leaned back slightly and bent over.

Tang Jinnian's lips were very soft, just like how he felt to Liang Feng. Although his temperament was cold and indifferent, his skin, his eyes, and his lips were all soft, clean and comfortable.This can almost be regarded as Liang Feng's most enjoyable moment in the past six months.Tang Jinnian's attack was very slow, and he was feeling every millisecond to his heart's content. His light pink and moist lips rubbed against Liang Feng's upper lip in an almost savoring gesture, not dry and slow, not at all That kind of fiery passion is a kind of warm strategy method.

Tang Jinnian is like a casual wanderer who has never been in contact with this field. Before taking a step, he explores calmly and full of curiosity, without rushing.

The lips of the two were slightly staggered, and then all the short-term suppressed desires, deep or shallow, were released. Tongues met in the dark mouth, and their lips and teeth intertwined.

Among the songs played in the bar, foreign male singers sang intense emotional songs with magnetic voices.

Tang Jinnian involuntarily closed his eyes for a moment, his lips covered Liang Feng's and his younger brother's lips, a small valve opened in his body, and the feeling flowed out, penetrating into every cell above the shoulders.The gate may be behind the neck, or behind the ears, and it seems to sweep through, making every inch of the nearby skin extremely stretched.

After more than ten seconds, the two separated slightly panting and looked at each other.

Liang Feng turned from passive to active, straightened up and kissed, both of them stood upright, leaving a small shadow on the bar, and kissed passionately and quietly.

Liang Feng suddenly found it funny, and looked at Tang Jinnian with a smile: "You were finally convinced by me."

Tang Jinnian replied casually: "Yes, I surrendered for you."

He rested his elbows on the bar and stared at him seriously, Liang Feng looked back intently.

On the other side of the dance floor, Jia Ze, the director of the planning department who was twirling to the music, accidentally glanced over here, smiled and moved a few steps around with the people around him, and said, "Guess if Boss Tiannan sees the past and present two What kind of expression will the little lover get together?"

The people next to him also looked at that side when they heard the words, a little dazed: "Maybe, we have to pack our bags in advance and get ready to go. The scene of him getting angry and gloomy for a month and a half is really horrible. In other words, Minister, why are you here?"

Gaze hummed a few times along with the music: "Come along and have fun."

The two had another drink, Tang Jinnian pushed Liang Feng, Liang Feng said, "What are you doing?"

Tang Jinnian signaled him to go inside, and the two asked for a semi-open box, and sat together, leaning on their shoulders.

Liang Feng glanced at Tang Jinnian, and said teasingly, "What did your father say, have you thought it through?"

Tang Jinnian said indifferently, "Whatever he does."

Liang Feng immediately put on a "different" expression: "Oh, you have established your own family, congratulations."

Tang Jinnian squinted: "Get lost."

After speaking, he looked at Liang Feng for a second, raised his shoulders and put his arms around him, and pressed his lips on him again in a punitive manner. This time he was more indulgent, and seemed to be very happy. His eyes were full of emotion and a little bit of pride.

For the sake of being in a good mood tonight, Liang Feng didn't care about being hugged and kissed twice by him for the time being.

The two of them drank leisurely, watching the band's performance on the small stage, Liang Feng said: "This is what I want to say, we are both grown-ups, there is no need to listen to other people's ideas, do you understand?"

"I understand." Tang Jinnian pinched Liang Feng's ear on the other side, with a normal expression, but watched him very seriously and said softly, like a promise - "I understand."

Liang Feng slightly turned his head towards the earlobe pinched by him, paused, then looked at him, and said anxiously: "It seems that we have to talk about a certain issue, right?"

Tang Jinnian: "What?"

"..." Liang Feng looked at him, thought for a while and changed his mind, stretched out his palm that was not holding the cup, raised his chin and said provocatively: "Compare whose fingers are longer."

Tang Jinnian didn't know why, so he still stretched out the hand that was leaning against him, and put it together with Liang Feng's.Tang Jinnian's palms are large, with well-defined joints, and he seems to be able to control the overall situation, like an artist who often fights.Liang Feng's palm was slightly narrower than his, but his fingers were slender. Compared with him, they were actually the same length.

Liang Feng looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "Have you ever heard of palmistry? My hands are more domineering than yours."

Tang Jinnian withdrew his hand, clenched his fist tightly in front of his chest, and immediately understood.

Tang Jinnian: "Want the initiative?"

Liang Feng was passive: "The initiative is not what you want, it still depends on the actual combat to make a decision according to the situation."

Tang Jinnian ignored him, turned his head to watch the performance, held Liang Feng's hand on the sofa, Liang Feng moved his forearm over smoothly, held it on his lap, and held it on his arm instead, Then he sat on the sofa, kicked on the footrest under the coffee table, and watched the performance.

Although there is still more than half a month before the Spring Festival, it is already the first month, and every household is very warm, the windows are clean and the windows are clean, and we are talking about how to spend the annual and winter vacations.

He Xiaozheng left home for more than two months because of filming. After returning, the couple lived a very contented life, drinking coffee every day to write and write, and watching programs with his wife.From time to time, I invite close friends over for dinner.

Zhang Zhihui knew about their habit, so he specifically told He Xiaozheng's wife that he might be very busy recently, so he couldn't make it.

But Mrs. Xiao He's girlfriends invited them round after round, and finally it was Zhang Zhihui's turn.

Zhang Zhihui is the only friend that He Xiaozheng has a deep friendship with.In his wife's words, He Xiaozheng was taken over by him as soon as he graduated, and later became Zhang Zhihui's exclusive screenwriter for no reason. How could anyone find him as a friend?

Being charged with this crime, Zhang Zhihui had no choice but to come.

Yes, 'I have to', anyway, that's what he said, but He Xiaozheng saw that he was very happy.

The wooden door of the small villa opened, Mrs. He smiled and said, "It's finally here?"

Zhang Zhihui smiled lightly and said, "How dare you not come."

Zhang Zhihui chatted and laughed with Mrs. Xiao He, and walked sideways into the door.

"You and him haven't seen each other for a while since the crew separated. Go to the bedroom and play for a while, waiting to eat meatballs."

"..." Zhang Zhihui is still not used to entering other people's homes, let alone in this situation, standing on the spot with his feet rooted, a little uncomfortable with his hands in his trouser pockets—his trouser pockets for literary and artistic people are camouflaged , can not be inserted.

"I'm off to cook."

"Go wife."

He Xiaozheng's wife greeted them and went to the kitchen.

"Let's go." He Xiaozheng dragged Zhang Zhihui into his bedroom and study.

Said it was a chat between friends, but actually watched him write the manuscript. Zhang Zhihui had a lot of ideas about the story, and the two brain circuits have always matched. He Xiaozheng listened to him very easy-goingly, writing and revising.

Had spaghetti with meatballs for dinner and it was delicious.Zhang Zhihui rolled up the pasta with a fork, and listened to the couple talking about interesting things, before eating half of it, the cell phone rang suddenly.

Mrs. He quickly said sorry and went to answer the phone.The woman's hearty laughter could be heard through the receiver, and Mrs. Xiao He politely refused many times.

Zhang Zhihui and He Xiao were sitting and waiting for her. Seeing the scene at the phone, He Xiao was silently pressing Zhang Zhihui's hand holding the fork. Zhang Zhihui was puzzled. Mrs. Xiao He came back at the same time, sat down, and said that her friend called her to the party.

He Xiaozheng's wife is a quiet and beautiful female university teacher. She is very popular and has a lot of contacts. There are many celebrities among her friends. She couldn't refuse, so she had to call Zhang Zhihui and He Xiaozheng to go together.

So Zhang Zhihui was dragged to the party again.

Mrs. He changed into a small evening dress, and He Xiaozheng was still wearing the clean and comfortable home clothes. Of course, under the influence of Zhang Zhihui, a big Virgo, even the home clothes were brand new. Wearing a pair of glasses, she looked more like a quiet and handsome woman. of young writers.

"Xiao Zhang, there are a lot of delicious food here, which is similar to what I cook. If you are not full just now, you can eat around first, and we will be back later."

"That's right, Ah Hui, you can play alone." He Xiaozheng waved at him disgustedly.

Zhang Zhihui responded: "Don't worry, I won't lose myself."

He Xiaozheng's wife joked: "Be careful not to lose your virginity!" The two left arm in arm and went to meet friends everywhere. He Xiaozheng said: "He has no concept of losing his virginity for a long time!"

"Ah handsome guy on the left!!"

Zhang Zhihui just left the order, but he didn't wander around and stood where he was.

In fact, in today's situation, is he so reluctant? Only ghosts would believe it.He Xiaozheng and his wife have been married for so many years. Every year, Zhang Zhihui goes to their house several times to press drafts, discuss scripts, and have dinner. Zhang Zhihui's attitude towards He Xiaozheng has changed since the second half of the year, but he still doesn't feel guilty towards his wife.Because his behavior towards He Xiaozheng has never been more than a friend, and he never thought of robbing her husband one day.Otherwise, if you only worry about this, is there any way to work together?

But today, Zhang Zhihui suddenly felt bored.

He still didn't take away any intentions from He Xiaozheng, but he liked He Xiaozheng, which couldn't be erased, He Xiaozheng didn't know it, and neither did Mrs. He.Zhang Zhihui, the only one who knew the truth, felt: It can't go on like this.It was himself who was so uncomfortable. He concealed it like this, and also deceived them. He accepted the invitation again and again, and went to their house as a guest. Is it interesting?

If this layer of window paper is not pierced, there is no way to end this cycle.

Mrs. He was dragged by her best friend to eat jelly, He Xiao was chatting with celebrities, he was alone, Zhang Zhihui strode towards him, ready to explain everything clearly, and then left.

He had only taken two steps when someone grabbed his arm suddenly.

Zuo Yurong shouted in a low voice, "What are you doing!"

"Zuo Yurong, why are you?" Zhang Zhihui said, "It's only natural that you get in the way."

Zuo Yurong completely ignored his rhetoric, and said straight to the point: "I know your expression too well! After five or six years of patience, can't you bear it any longer!"

He appeared out of nowhere, wearing a shining dress, and lectured Zhang Zhihui confidently, as if he knew everything, it was simply inexplicable.Zhang Zhihui said coldly: "It's none of your business!"

Zuo Yurong wore light makeup, and his skin looked extraordinarily fair under the light. He held Zhang Zhihui's wrist: "I want you to think clearly! Once you say it today, will you have friends to do it?!

Zhang Zhihui was also angry, frowning tightly: "You heard me clearly, I don't care if I'm a friend or not."

"What about the career! What about the script?! Without him, you can still be a director! Your gold medal screenwriter has left you, what will you do!"

Zhang Zhihui was furious: "Then I will write and direct myself! Is there a problem?!"