Super A actor is also fighting with the director today

Wen Hong deeply experienced a certain sense of crisis about to turn over.

This is different from the massager that he can control under such a last resort physiological situation during the estrus period, and it is also different from the drama that the script requires the character to stop.There is no non-subjective factor, it is just whether Wen Hong is willing to break his heart and deliver himself to an Alpha, and be responsible for each other.

His obsession with cleanliness not only lies in the cleanliness and cleanliness he requires of himself in life, but also in his spirit and emotion. He is easy-going, but he always has a balance in his heart, weighing the sense of proportion when facing everyone, and can break through There is one and only one position where he is defensive and walks into his softest place.

Wen Hong raised his hand, and lightly pressed his fingertips on the back of Alpha's neck that was holding him. His slender eyelashes lingered in the moonlight shining through the window, showing a feeling of affection. He didn't dare to look at Wen Cang, but only kissed him under Alpha's kiss. When it landed on his collarbone, he sighed lowly: "Wen Cang, I may...not be ready yet."

Wen Cang: "..."

Wen Hong rarely cleared his throat with embarrassment. After hesitating for a moment, he tried to reach down, and discussed with him: "May I... help you with my hands?"

Wen Cang was almost about to be laughed at by him, panting heavily, took a few deep breaths, couldn't help rubbing the palms on both sides of the man's waist, Wen Hong felt a little hurt from being rubbed, and he was really ashamed to follow the previous one in Jiangbin Jiayuan He was as lazy as ever to act with him, and used his hands to relieve the anger that was drawn out by the Alpha on his body without complaint.

"You can tease me vigorously, Wen Hong." Wen Cang buried his head in his neck, raised his hand and took a few napkins from the bedside to wipe Wen Hong clean. After thinking about it, he felt that Wen Hong really didn't clean up very well. It took him a long time to gnaw on him before letting him go. Wen Hong's mouth was numb when he turned over from his arms and rolled to the side.

Both of them are used to living alone, and this is the first time they have slept with someone too intimately like this, and they are not quite used to it. They lay half of the bed back to back, and they still haven't been able to fall asleep for a long time, listening to each other's breathing quietly. Voice.

But director Wen Da is more calm than Mr. Xiao Wen, especially when off-screen.

Wen Hong couldn't help but turned over, his eyes wandered around Wen Cang's straight back when he was sleeping, and said in a breathy voice, "My hands hurt a little."

He couldn't hear whether Wen Cang sighed, but within a minute, the person in front of him with his back turned turned to face him, gently grabbed his wrist, brought it to his lips, and clumsily touched his palm , and paused for a moment, as if he didn't know what to do, and then the cool breath he exhaled flicked on his palm, a little itchy.

It was late at night, and the faint light from the window in the room without lights was not enough for the two to see each other clearly, but Wen Hong felt a sudden sense of stability, as if he could suddenly It's like feeling the slightest affection from the person around you for yourself. It's different from the thumping of his heart every time because of a certain sentence or behavior, but a kind of meaningfulness that you can feel at ease as long as you see it.

Wen Hong moved his wrist, then withdrew his hand, instead of being idle as before, he went over to tease him a few times like a cat, but moved his position closer to Wen Cang, and said in a low voice, "Good night."

Wen Cang paused, raised his hand unskillfully to put it on his waist, and gently pulled him into his arms.

—— Putting aside all distracting thoughts, he is also willing to waste the night with him at this moment, wasting the aurora that may be missed by the two of them.

The next day, the two went out to sea by boat to watch whales. When Wen Cang came out, he also brought a DSLR. Wen Hong leaned on the guardrail to watch the sea, and Wen Cang took pictures from the other side.

The sky in the evening is like a watercolor painting of mixed colors. The light red clouds are layered on the light blue sky, and the setting sun below the sea level emits golden light, which is softly inlaid between the clouds, reflecting the glacier in the distance With a little powder, you can occasionally see the whale tail jumping up and falling back from the tumbling waves, which is magnificent and magnificent.

Wen Cang's camera tracked the group of whales steadily, the focus slowly shifted to the left, until it fell on the side face of the person leaning on the guardrail and watching the sea intently, the impeccable and profound facial features were gilded by the afterglow of the setting sun. There was a layer of light, and those clear eyes reflected glass-like clarity, like the gods that only appear in everyone's oil paintings.

Artists are often very sensitive to the camera, especially actors.Within five seconds, Wen Hong turned his head and looked this way——

The vigilantly frowned brows slowly relaxed, and he generously sent a wink to the person who was pointing at him with the camera, raised his eyebrows slightly and raised the corners of his lips to give him an unruly and extraordinarily brisk smile.

Then he naturally turned his face back and set his gaze back to the sea, letting the cool sea breeze lift his hair, and the sun shine on his shoulders.

There is no hesitation, no uncertain guesses, and his muse is willing to stay by his side, only offering him the aura with infinite possibilities.

Wen Cang moved his fingertips and pressed the shutter.

King crab is a local specialty, and everyone who comes to travel will taste its delicacy, but for Wen Hong, who would rather not eat it than shell it, he naturally wants to stay away from it, and expresses his love for king crab to Wen Cang tactfully of indifference.

Wen Cang glanced at him, and ordered a serving with the waiter fluently in the local language. Then he put on his gloves and picked the shell by himself to get a piece for Wen Hong, and held it to his lips with chopsticks.

Wen Hong blinked his eyes and was not polite to him. He bit into his mouth and chewed, and carefully tasted the taste. He nodded as if he was pleasantly surprised: "It's not bad."

"If you have such acting skills when you are filming, you should be scolded for a day." Wen Cang looked at him, and the corners of his lips could not help but smile, "Isn't it respectful and insensitive? When no one peels the shell, you can say the same thing. Someone A set of rhetoric for shelling."

"Yes," Wen Hong nodded confidently, took two sips of the low-alcohol sweet wine at hand, and raised his eyebrows, "Then Director Wen kicked me out of the group."

Wen Cang withdrew his hand, lowered his eyebrows and peeled off a piece for him, and said casually, "How could I be willing to let you go?"

Wen Hong opened his eyes wide in surprise, and said unexpectedly: "Hey, isn't it? Are you able to speak earthy love words without psychological barriers?"

Wen Cang paused, shook his head lightly with a smile, said nothing more, and put a piece of peeled crab meat into his bowl.

Going to the local church to listen to the concert is also an excellent audio-visual feast. The two of them came not early, so they sat in the last row on the right, watching the four or five-year-old girl who also came here wink a pair of With big watery eyes and a red nose, he ran to the front to watch with the encouragement of his family, and was led by a kind-hearted pastor to pray together.

"It was the same when I went out to play with my dad and the others when I was young." Wen Hong's eyes fell on the little girl's ignorant and curious sparkling eyes, a little smile appeared on the corner of her lips, and she slightly tilted her head to Wen Cang's ear and whispered to him. "But it's different from this little girl. At that time, there was a local festival, and my sister pushed me out to dance around the bonfire with others. My Alpha father didn't stop him, and even called my Omega father to watch my jokes." .”

Wen Cang didn't have these experiences, and he didn't interrupt to ask questions, but his gaze was always focused on Wen Hong's face when he was speaking.

When the concert was over, the little girl ran out first, bounced past Wen Hong and greeted him generously, then stopped in doubt, looked at Wen Hong with her head tilted for a moment, and then exclaimed , covered his mouth and whispered: "Ah! My sister took me to the cinema to see you! Brother-in-law! You are so handsome!"

Wen Hong: "?"

Wen Cang: "?"

Wen Hong was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that the little girl's sister was probably his fan. He also read the comments when Weibo was open, and there were not a few who called "husband".

"Little girl," Wen Hong squatted down, touched her shofar braid with a smile, "Thank you for your sister's liking, but I'm not your brother-in-law, that's your sister's joke."

"Then I'll call my sister over!" The little girl turned around and looked back. Her family members were sitting in the front row, and they were walking slowly along the flow of people.

Wen Hong raised his index finger in front of his lips and made a "shh" gesture, took out a lollipop from his pocket, put it in her hand, and winked at her: "This is our little secret, don't tell others oh."

The little girl stared at him, then blushed and said angrily, "Then can I marry you when I grow up?"

"No." Wen Cang said expressionlessly.

"When you grew up, my brother was old and unattractive." Wen Hong was amused by her, and looked back at Wen Cang teasingly.

"It's okay, I don't dislike you." The little girl said solemnly, her family's voice calling her was heard not far away, Wen Hong patted her shoulder lightly, stood up, "Your mother is looking for you, hurry up!" Let's go."

"Then...then can I see you again in the future?" The little girl held the lollipop, a little bit reluctantly.

"Well, then go to the cinema and see me." Wen Hong smiled and waved at her, and went out side by side with Wen Cang.

"Why are you still serious with the little girl?" Wen Hong lowered his head and stepped on the snow without any shape.

Director Wen Da cleared his throat, turned his head away, and pretended not to hear.

Wen Hong was a little behind him, looked at Wen Cang's straight and imposing back as always, trotted a few steps to catch up, grabbed Wen Cang's wrist, took out a candy from his coat pocket, and stuffed it into his palm: "Then this Let’s use one candy to coax brother Wencang—the last one, the waiter gave it to me when I was eating in the store at night.”

Wen Cang sighed helplessly, turned to look at him, and tried to imitate his tone, but his voice was already deep and deep, but it was a bit indescribably indulgent: "What should I do if I haven't coaxed me well?"

"Then shall I accompany you to see the aurora?" Wen Hong blinked with a smile in his eyes, "I heard that there is a high possibility of seeing the aurora tonight."

This is clearly what he wanted to see, but he said he was going to accompany Wen Cang, the snow-reflected eyes were full of sly agility, and people couldn't help but fall in at a glance.

There is a private hot spring in the hotel, which is open 24 hours. There is an exclusive spring pool outside the suite they booked. It is an excellent place to watch without having to travel to the lake in the suburbs. It’s just cold at night. Before adapting to the temperature of the hot spring It takes courage to go outside in just a bathrobe.

Of course, for Wen Hong, who used to film underwater scenes in sub-zero temperatures for a week in the crew, no psychological construction was required. He took off his bathrobe and stepped into the water by stepping on the steps next to him.

The hotel is built on the mountainside, there is no pollution, the air is fresh, and you can see the stars in the vast sky, which is as beautiful as a quiet scene that can only be seen in a dream.

It was almost early morning at this time, and there were only a few lights around, but not to the point where you can't see your fingers, and you can already feel the magnificence of the aurora intuitively against the continuous mountains in the distance.

Like an ancient goddess, the light blue veil skirt blows across the night, and it looks like flowing blue fireworks, burning to the end of the silhouetted world, reflecting a quiet light on the water, as if you can touch the afterglow of it when you reach out .

This is a gift of nature, containing the magnificence of infinite miracles.

Wen Cang leaned against Wen Hong's side, and he could feel the ups and downs of his mood from Wen Hong's unconsciously clenched fingertips.

"It's so beautiful." Wen Hong walked a little forward, raised his hand and scooped up a handful on the water, as if trying to keep the fragmented aurora scattered around him in his palm.

He turned around and poured a handful of water in his palm onto Wen Cang's shoulder, with a clever smile on his brows and eyes: "The aurora is on you."

Wen Cang put his arms around his waist, lowered his head slightly and kissed the tip of his nose, focused his eyes on his beautiful eyes full of starlight and aurora, and gently rubbed his fingertips at the end of his eyes: " In your eyes."

Wen Hong smiled brightly, raised his arms around his neck, pulled him down slightly, and went up to kiss him without hesitation, the breath of drunken smile spread warmly and gently, and he gently closed his eyes , the eye feathers trembled a little, rubbed against Wen Cang's lower lip, and said vaguely: "That's it, I'm not afraid of pain."

The light fragrance of Qingshan Yuquan held him in his arms forcefully, Wen Cang wrapped his arms around his waist and led him in a direction, letting Wenhong lean his back against the marble wall, Wenhong couldn't find a strong point in his hands, so he had to climb on him shoulders, trying to restrain the trembling of longing and fear brought about by Omega's nature.

Wen Cang supported his separated leg with one hand, wrapped his arm around his waist, and kissed his closed eyes as gently as possible, watching the shattered shadows cast by the aurora fall on his beautiful skin texture, it is true. The most perfect appearance that he never imagined even in his ideals, he murmured: "You are my muse, how can I be willing to let you be here in pain."

Occasionally in the hot spring there was a gasp mixed with the sound of water splashing, and Wen Hong didn't hesitate to bite Wen Cang's shoulder when he was in pain at the beginning. Soothe the tense person in his arms and back.

The cursing that Wen Hong was about to export was forced back by the strong pleasure that came out, a kind of dripping that he had never experienced from the special Omega instrument at home.

After recovering, Xiaowen always lay lazily on Wen Cang's shoulder, saying "it seems to be better than my massager" without thinking, and was wiped out in the next second, regretting it too much The sounds of begging for mercy and cursing were also swallowed by Director Wen Da between his lips and teeth. Occasionally, when he opened his eyes, his eyes would be full of magnificent aurora, and then they bumped into Wen Cang Ying Xinghui, who was always focused on his sight, he climbed Alpha's shoulder, willingly greeted him and kissed him lingeringly, bearing everything.

At the end of the world, between the boundless sky and the earth, under the cover of the turbulent aurora, they embed each other's soul and blood into each other.