I kissed my deadly enemy [Entertainment]

Qin Yu's voice was trembling with fright.

Wen Jian, who wanted to take this opportunity to scare him and tease him, didn't know why, but when he heard Qin Yu's trembling voice, there was a trace of emotion called "unbearable" out of thin air. Feeling very compassionate, endured the slight stinging pain and opened his eyes - all of a sudden, he saw Qin Yu's eyes full of anxiety close at hand.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jian couldn't help reaching out and stroking Qin Yu's deliberately shaped fried hair in the way of stroking the dog's head, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Qin Yu didn't notice his soft expression, and focused all his attention on Wen Jian's eyes. He was relieved to hear that, and said sullenly, "Fuck, you scared me to death."

Wen Jian didn't speak, but smiled without saying a word and narrowed his eyes meaningfully. Qin Yu came back to realize that...the two of them were a little too close, and they were about to stick together.

And why did Wen Jian touch his hair just now?Qin Yu regained his strength and felt that his hair was on fire, and the burning feeling spread all the way to his face. He suddenly felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably awkward, and sensitively found that this kind of embarrassment was called ambiguity. Qin Yu couldn't help but straighten up step aside.

Wen Jian looked at Qin Yu's expression of 'I'm a serious person', with the feeling of 'There is no silver 300 taels here' written from head to toe, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but he didn't tease him out of kindness: " I'll do it myself."

After he finished speaking, he fixed the colored contact lenses in front of the mirror by himself. Qin Yu heaved a sigh of relief, and followed Baidu's instructions while he was adjusting the colored contact lenses—he clumsily poured the makeup remover onto the makeup remover cotton, his hands trembling slightly.Wen Jian easily took off the contact lenses and threw them away, her beautiful eyes returned to their dark appearance, Qin Yu thought it was still more pleasing to the eye.

This time, he took the initiative to help Wen Jian remove his makeup - it was much easier to wipe his face than to touch his eyes!

He wiped off the heavy makeup on Wen Jian's face with a makeup remover cotton, his serious expression was as if he was doing homework, and he felt a sense of accomplishment watching his beautiful facial features regain their refreshed appearance from an academic research perspective.

"Why are you applying so many things?" Qin Yu looked at the dirty stains on the makeup remover cotton, and couldn't help complaining: "It's better not to apply it to look better."

"Really?" Wen Jian looked at his face in the mirror, which was slightly flowery but fresher than before, and asked in an unclear tone: "Do you really think I look good after removing makeup?"

Qin Yu: "...um."

It was a bit difficult for him to answer, because he didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, but he could hear that Wen Jian's question seemed a little strange... As for the strangeness, he couldn't tell .But the two men seemed to be discussing whether it would look good to remove makeup, or whether makeup would look good or not, which was a bit silly. This kind of topic was not suitable for them, but it was more suitable for Daewoo, Wen Jian's queen makeup artist.

And Wen Jian seemed to have a heart-to-heart connection with him, deliberately humming and emphasizing: "Daewoo said the same thing, I thought he was fooling me, but now I believe it."

Qin Yu couldn't help but his face darkened - thinking of Daewoo made him a little angry.

Daewoo is Wen Jian's royal make-up artist, a short man of less than 25 years old, thin and lonely like a chick, but at the age of [-], he does not know why he is born with an "old lady" temperament.He is a big man who sees Wen Jiancheng being a nympho - for example, during the break before the second half of today's launch conference, all the leading actors have to change into the costumes in the play, and correspondingly, they have to draw an ancient makeup.

When Daewoo put on Wen Jian's make-up, Qin Yu watched from the side, inexplicably feeling a little hot-eyed - because he always felt that Daewoo's fingers were touching Wen Jian's face deliberately to delay time.And Wen Jian also seemed to have something wrong, he followed him quietly and laughed, and didn't notice Daewoo's behavior of "eating tofu" at all. Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to urge him, Daewoo raised an orchid finger and called out "pretty" : "Wenger, all right."

Wen Jian smiled: "Thank you."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, his body was tall and white, and his long hair was deliberately loose to show the ancient style. Under the long hair, the bright eyes of Liuli sparkled, and the whole figure looked like a fairy under the light.Qin Yu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help being stunned by his beauty, and instantly forgot what he was going to say just now.I could only look at it stupidly, but Daewoo was so much more exaggerated than him, he was almost drooling, and the girl chirped: "Wenger! You are so beautiful, I really want to kiss you!"

Fuck... Qin Yu almost got goosebumps, a big guy said he wanted to kiss another guy?Qin Yu was angry and furious, ignoring the fact that he also wanted to kiss Wen Jian, and despised Daewoo with double standards.And Wen Jian, adhering to his usual thick-skinned narcissism, admired himself in the mirror, and practiced Tai Chi with him with a smile: "I understand your nympho, but brother, I'm afraid of makeup."

Qin Yu: "..."

He squeezed his fist calmly.At this time, Feng Qian's assistant, Han Zhifei, was rather tough, and directly pushed Daewoo to relieve Qin Yu's anger, and said angrily, "Don't be so nasty, kid, kiss me."

"Hmph." Daewoo fiddled with the exaggerated manicure on his nails, lamenting: "Hey, I really envy you, you can be Wenger's manager."

Qin Yu didn't understand why a man got so many manicures, he was just a bitch, and when he looked at the infatuated Daewoo, he couldn't help asking: "What do you envy?"

While the makeup artist could touch Wen Jian's face, the manager and assistant couldn't.

Daewoo rolled his eyes at him, and said as a matter of course: "When you see Wenger every day, you can wake up with a smile in your dreams, okay?"

"Cut." What did Qin Yu think, but the result is this, he said disdainfully: "Then you can watch it online, I guarantee you will see it every day."

Wen Jian looked at Qin Yu who was bickering with Daewoo with great interest, and didn't stop him. Daewoo frowned and said angrily, "How can this be the same? I'm talking about a real person!"

"Oh, naive." Qin Yu also taught him: "Do you understand the beauty of distance, you fans."

If he really understood Wen Jian's bad nature, Daewoo might not be so infatuated.Qin Yu, who had always been silent for a while, started arguing about Mao Mao and Daewoo. Han Zhifei had a headache and stopped sweating profusely: "Uh, Daewoo, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

This Daewoo didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, but he dared to talk back to Qin Yu, the bad-tempered God of Wealth, which left Han Zhifei speechless.Hearing that Han Zhifei was angry, Dayu couldn't help but wince, and he didn't dare to go on with Qin Yu any longer, and continued to make Wen Jian's hair aggrieved...by the way, he ate tofu.

This series of actions made Qin Yu very angry now thinking about it.

Wen Jian wiped his face with clean water in front of the mirror and didn't wait for Qin Yu to speak, so he couldn't help but turn his head curiously——when he saw Qin Yu's expression was sour and didn't know what he was thinking there, Wen Jian couldn't help but pick it up Mei asked: "What? Did Daewoo offend you?"

Hee hee, he asked on purpose. In the afternoon, Mr. Qin, who had always been indifferent, would quarrel with Daewoo. This abnormal behavior fell into Wen Jian's eyes, and he could almost guess why in a moment.

Jealous, Wen Jian couldn't help but narrowed his eyes with a smile, thinking that Qin Yu was absolutely jealous.

In fact, Wen Jian was quite quick to accept that "Qin Yu might fall in love with me", firstly because he was a gay guy, and secondly... because of Wen Jian's narcissism that broke through the lower limit, Let him feel that it is normal for anyone to like him.

And Qin Yu saw Wen Jian smiled unconsciously, and couldn't help looking at him in confusion: "What are you thinking?"

"Tsk." Wen gradually restrained his expression, and slapped him backwards: "I didn't think about anything, but you mentioned that Daewoo was unhappy, why did Daewoo mess with you?"

"Stop Daewoo Daewoo." Qin Yu said seriously, "Why do you keep talking about him?"

Wen Jian didn't want to really make him mad, but he kept his mouth shut with a smile. Fortunately, Feng Qian's phone call came in at this time, breaking the 'nothing to say' between the two of them at the right time—— In fact, there is nothing serious in his mouth.

"Come out." Feng Qian may have calmed down: "Zhou Chu and the others were left there to drink, and I will wait for you and Qin Yu at the door."

……

When the two of them slipped out fully armed, maybe it was because of the constant chanting of 'Daewoo' that it actually started to rain heavily, and it was still pouring down. Can't see faces from outside.

The two of them were poured over their heads and faces, and in just a few steps, they turned into two drowned chickens, who almost 'fleeed' into the car at a fast pace—of course with the pace of chickens pecking at rice. The only one who escaped was Wen Jian. Qin Yu, a pretentious madman, kept his cold and steady pace no matter when and where... Then he was roughly pulled into the car by Wen Jian .

As soon as they entered, the two of them were slapped in the face by a big towel before they could react. Damn, how dare they slap their faces so roughly? !Wen Jian, an image-conscious person, couldn't help being furious, and pulled off the towel off his face, only to be caught off guard——

Woji, they actually got on the wrong bus? !Wen Jian looked at everything unfamiliar in front of him, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Qin Yu. The latter was obviously confused, and his face was extremely stiff and ugly, and he looked at the strange, mature and steady man opposite him foolishly.

After a long while, Wen Jian looked at the middle-aged man sitting across from them with a half-smile, and felt that the handsome man in front of him was sitting in the small back seat of the car, as if he was shooting some poster of an elite figure.It looked familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere before, Wen Jian thought for a while and said uncertainly: "Uh, sorry, we might have gotten on the wrong bus. Are you...who?"

And Qin Yu didn't wait for the man opposite to answer, he had already put his hand on the car door, and couldn't open it after pulling for a long time, obviously it was already locked, he asked a little angrily, "Old man, what are you doing?"