After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

For several days after that, Xie Ning did not go to the set to watch the filming.

It's not that I don't want to go, it's just that the art team is also busy, and the hotel is somewhat far from the studio, so I really don't have the time to go and watch.

Xie Ning became busy, Zhuang Yan would only be busier than him.

The early end of work on the first day was like an illusion, and the shooting schedule for the next few days was full, and the time was directly scheduled for the evening.

At the beginning of filming, many actors didn't find the feeling, so Zhuang Yan would grind it over and over again, and re-shoot without hesitation if there were any flaws.

One night, it was almost early in the morning when the photo was taken, and the staff member holding the polishing board next to him couldn't help yawning, his eyelids were like two magnets, trying to close them all the time.

Only Zhuang Yan in front of the director's screen still had a vigorous look, frowned, and said coldly: "No, it doesn't feel right, the emotional expression didn't reach the point I wanted, let's do it again."

After finishing work that day, Zhuang Yan returned to the hotel, only to be overwhelmed by exhaustion, making him wish he could fall asleep right away.

When I entered the door, I was surprised to find that the light was still on.

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and saw Xie Ning half leaning on the sofa, with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

He walked lightly.

Probably because he was too tired, Xie Ning fell into a deep sleep, the phone fell from his hand to the end of the sofa, and there was still sound coming out from time to time.

Zhuang Yan picked up the phone, and there was still his movie on it, an early one, I don't know how Xie Ning found it.

It is estimated that I watched half of the movie, and fell asleep because I was too sleepy.

Zhuang Yan turned off the sound, and wanted to carry Xie Ning back to the house.

The body suddenly flew into the air, Xie Ning still noticed something strange in his sleep, and woke up halfway through.

Now he can see clearly how Zhuang Yan carried him back to the house.

It's just that his consciousness was still a little hazy, and he didn't fully wake up until he was put on the bed.

"Waiting for me?" Zhuang Yan asked him in a low voice.

Xie Ning was embarrassed to admit it, but the situation in front of him made him unable to panic, so he could only respond vaguely: "...um."

Zhuang Yan's eyes brightened, and the corners of his lips could not stop rising.

He put his arms around Xie Ning and rested his head on his shoulder.

The fatigue of the day seemed to be swept away by his sound.

Zhuang Yan said, "Don't wait next time."

"What's wrong?" Xie Ning was woken up in the middle of his sleep, still sleepy, and yawned while talking.

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "I can't bear to let you be so tired."

He is obviously not the persona of a flirtatious young man, but he is easy to talk about when it comes to love.

Sure enough, Xie Ning blushed again, murmured "I'm not tired", and pushed him to wash up.

Zhuang Yan finished washing quickly, and lay on the bed side by side with Xie Ning in his arms. Hearing the other's heavy breathing, the two of them suddenly fell asleep again.

Zhuang Yan hugged him and kissed him, but that was all. Whether it was the packed filming schedule or the current time, the two of them were not allowed to do anything else.

Xie Ning closed his eyes, feeling Zhuang Yan's fire-like enthusiasm, and when Zhuang Yan kissed his forehead, he smiled silently.

Zhuang Yan seemed a little helpless, and said, "I regret not living apart from you now."

Xie Ning seemed to be taken aback for a moment, opened his eyes to look at him, and asked, "Why?"

"It bothers you too much." Zhuang Yan said, "It's too late to finish work recently, so you can't sleep now."

Even if he fell asleep first, Zhuang Yan would make some disturbances when he came back, waking him up.

The lights have been turned off, Xie Ning looked at Zhuang Yan's face in the dark for a while, and suddenly laughed: "It's okay."

He reached out to touch Zhuang Yan's face, found the position of his lips, and kissed Zhuang Yan's surprised eyes.

"I want to wait for you." He said with a smile, "How can I sleep without you here?"

Zhuang Yan's breath stopped, then he turned over and held Xie Ning in his arms, deepening the kiss.

The light was not very bright, but Zhuang Yan could guess that Xie Ning's face must be reddish at this time, but he was looking at him with a pair of clear eyes, which were full of trust and attachment.

So countless feelings of happiness and small joys began to flood into my heart.

It all makes sense, he thought.

After waiting for so long, the feelings and hopes he gave, he finally waited for a response.

In the next few days, the crew suddenly found that Zhuang Yan's mood improved inexplicably, and he was much more talkative than before.

For example, in today's scene in the evening, Zhuang Yan has high requirements for light, so he must use natural light. This shot was shot directly at night.

Before I had time to eat, there was another night show in the evening.

Not to mention the actors, even the staff couldn't stand the intensity.

But that doesn't make sense either.

Sheng Shisong's assistant complained in a low voice when delivering the meal to him: "This is too embarrassing, I don't even give you time to eat, and it looks like it will be all night again tonight."

Said it was dinner, so I bought some instant food nearby, and I could finish it in two bites, filling my stomach.

Sheng Shisong glanced at the assistant and shook his head: "Others may also be complaining in their hearts, complaining that we have to take so long to shoot every scene, and we dragged the time until night."

The assistant was dissatisfied: "You can blame this, you have acted well enough."

"Good enough, but not perfect." Sheng Shisong said calmly, "Director Zhuang is grinding us."

I thought this grind would last at least until early in the morning, but I didn't expect that not long after nightfall, Zhuang Yan waved his hand and let them go, saying that he wanted them to go back and think about it, and then continue shooting tomorrow.

Several actors have also established exploited friendships in the past few days, and now they all looked at each other in blank dismay, and were surprised instead.

"Director Zhuang is so easy to talk to today?"

"It's not easy to talk, he didn't give you that scene until the end."

"Hey, I'm talking about why work is over so early today. I'm ready for the night. Look, I even asked my assistant to bring over my blanket."

I don't know who made a joke: "Maybe someone is waiting at home."

Everyone laughed again, packed up their things and went back to the hotel, no one really took this joke seriously.

Zhuang Yan came back early today, Xie Ning blinked when he saw him, thinking he was hallucinating.

"So early?" He had just come out of the bathroom, his hair hadn't been dried yet, water droplets slid down the ends of his hair, from his neck all the way into his collar.

Zhuang Yan's eyes dimmed, and he took a dry towel sideways, wrapped his head, and wiped it carelessly a few times.

Xie Ning's hair was neither long nor short, it was messed up by Zhuang Yan at the moment.

He leaned back on the chair, making it easier for Zhuang Yan to play with his hair. He asked, "Have you had dinner yet?"

Zhuang Yan didn't answer, he was inserting his fingers into Xie Ning's hair and fiddled with it twice.

Looking at it like this, it should not be eaten.

Xie Ning was about to get up, but was held down by Zhuang Yan, and asked back, "Have you eaten?"

Xie Ning nodded, and said, "I've eaten, and together with the art team, Brother Wang said that we have worked hard for us these two days, so I just invite everyone to have a meal."

Brother Wang—he was talking about Wang Zhuan. After these days, Xie Ning and the art team got to know each other well.

Wang gradually said that the treat was just a meal at a nearby restaurant, not a high-end place, and the home-cooked food he ate brought the colleagues closer.

Xie Ning's temper was quite cold, at first the others were a little afraid of his immediate boss, but after getting along for a long time, they found that he just didn't like to talk.

He has a solid foundation and high painting skills, and he is not stingy with giving pointers in many cases. Gradually, the art team sincerely regards him as the boss.

Zhuang Yan turned his head to look.

When Xie Ning spoke, his eyes were bright and he had a smile on his face.

Zhuang Yan remembered that both Ji Wenbin and Yan Xi had told him that they hoped that Xie Ning could go out and communicate with others more.

He couldn't keep shutting himself up like this forever.

Like now, I have a lover, a few friends, and a group of colleagues, socialize like normal people, and go out to eat and sing.

Zhuang Yan sometimes worried that he would not adapt, but now it seems that the effect is quite good.

——At least the smile on his face recently is much more than before.

"The people in the art group are all good." Zhuang Yan smiled, "Wang Zhuan...he just likes to play a little bit, he is familiar with himself, but he always treats people warmly."

Xie Ning responded sincerely, but without bypassing the previous topic, he asked again: "You...haven't eaten yet?"

Zhuang Yan put the towel aside, hugged Xie Ning's shoulder from behind, chuckled softly, and asked, "Why, do you want to feed me?"

Xie Ning's face heated up again.

Sometimes Zhuang Yan also finds it strange that Xie Ning looks indifferent, but his face is very thin, and his face burns when he teases him a little bit.

Occasionally, he would secretly stare at you, but he was not really angry. Even the stare seemed to stretch out his claws and scratch your heart.

It doesn't hurt, but it's more itchy.

Xie Ning turned his eyes away with a blushing face, instead of looking into the deep meaning of his words, he just said, "May I... make you something to eat?"

"Stop busy." Zhuang Yan admired his expression for a while, took the hair dryer again, and reached out to grab his hair, "I've eaten and asked someone to buy a few slices of bread. I'm not hungry now."

The sound of the hair dryer was a little louder, and Xie Ning couldn't help but also raised the volume: "Bread... can it fill your stomach?"

Zhuang Yan helped him dry his hair, then moved his head closer, starting from his earlobe, and kissed him slowly: "You can feed me in other ways."

The light was pouring on the heads of the two, it was not very bright, but it made Xie Ning close his eyes.

Zhuang Yan turned over, kissed his neck, untied his collar nimbly with his fingers, and then poked down.

Xie Ning flinched, but didn't make any movement of resistance.

He never seems to be able to refuse Zhuang Yan, and the occasional refusal is so slight that it is more like a kind of sentimentality.

Xie Ning sometimes thought in a trance that even if Zhuang Yan wanted to do it to the end, he would probably be willing.

But Zhuang Yan clicked every time.

He is like this, he looks like a gangster and is strong, but he is a gentleman in his bones, and his actions will not cross the bottom line in your heart.

Xie Ning soon had no time to think about things, every place that Zhuang Yan kissed was horribly hot, and when lust surged up, his brain was like a paste.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and looked into Zhuang Yan's.

In those bright black pupils, full of them, he saw his own appearance.

There seemed to be nothing else.

It turned out that I was so deeply in love with him.

Xie Ning thought, and his eyes couldn't help turning red.

I am no longer alone.

I am loved.

I can also love others.

The feeling at this moment was so good that Xie Ning couldn't bear to close his eyes and look at Zhuang Yan.

He hugged Zhuang Yan, Zhuang Yan seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then hugged him back.

When embracing each other, Xie Ning felt that the shackles in his heart had disappeared without a trace.

He felt that his heart was bright and spacious, as if their future was no longer bound by anything.

It is bright and to be expected.

Zhuang Yan's kiss fell again.

In a trance, Xie Ning reached out to touch Zhuang Yan's hair, rubbed his fingers down, and was caught by Zhuang Yan again.

Zhuang Yan took his hand and raised his head to take a deep look.

Then, he lowered his head again.

His lips moved close to his wrist, and he rubbed it affectionately a few times. Before Xie Ning could react, the tip of his tongue had already come out, and he gently licked it twice.

A little itchy, and a little wet feeling.

Xie Ning's hands trembled twice as if reflexively.

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, but kissed seriously and affectionately.

It took Xie Ning a long time before his mind slowly broke free from the cock.

He looked at Zhuang Yan's hair and was stunned for a while.

It took a long time before he realized that the wrist that Zhuang Yan had kissed seemed to be scalded, and the temperature was frighteningly high.

And that hot place is not only engraved with a bird spreading its wings to fly.

And the scar buried deep under the line, deep in his heart.

At this time, they seemed to be calmed down by Zhuang Yan.