he's a cat, demon

The subsequent filming went smoothly. In the film, the two acted as a close couple, but outside the scene, Miao Wu began to distance himself from Zhao Mao, and never took the initiative to talk to each other.

Even Feng Lin was aware of the embarrassing atmosphere between the two of them who seem to be close to each other recently. He asked Xiaojizai privately if he knew what happened, and the innocent Xiaojizai didn't even notice that his parents were in a cold war.

And if Miao Wu said it himself, he just suddenly didn't want to talk to Zhao Mao, there was no reason.

Logically speaking, Zhao Mao, who should be the most unaccustomed to Miao Wu's moodiness, behaved the most calmly. He asked Feng Lin to bring soup to Miao Wu every day, even if it was returned intact in the end.

A few days later, even Tao Wen discovered the undercurrent between the two.

"What's the matter with you and Zhao Mao? Well, what kind of soup did he ask someone to bring you?"

In the hotel room, Tao Wen asked bluntly.

Miao Wu rolled his eyes towards the sky: "You said that he brought me soup, and he was the one who gave it. Why did you ask me?"

Tao Wen: "I've been with you for so long, and he's only been here for so long. How can he compare with you?"

Miao Wu raised his eyebrows and was pleased by Tao Wen's words, so he replied: "It's actually very simple, he has taken a fancy to me, and he is courting me."

Tao Wen laughed: "Huh?"

Miao Wu frowned: "You don't believe it?"

Tao Wen waved his hand: "No, although you are really good-looking, Zhao Mao doesn't look like such a superficial person."

The implication is that if he really likes Miao Wu, Zhao Mao must have taken a fancy to Miao Wu's skin.

Miao Wu kicked him: "Go away."

"You talk to the manager like that?" Tao Wen patted his trouser legs, got up and was about to talk to another client, but he even teased Miao Wu.

Miao Wu fell on the sofa, turned his back to Tao Wen, and said in an irritable tone, "That's how I talk, whether you like it or not."

"Smelly temper." Tao Wen scolded him, opened the door and left.

Miao Wu put his head on the back of the sofa, recalling the intimate contact with Zhao Mao that day, he only felt that his body began to go weak from the tailbone.

"Smelly dog, wait for me!" Miao Wu scratched the sofa cushion a few times angrily. He really didn't like the feeling of being completely dominated by others like that day, and the original interest in Zhao Mao also faded away. few.

It doesn't matter whether he is moody and prone to turning his face, or his glass heart is too sensitive, anyway, he doesn't want to talk to that guy now.

On the other side, Tao Wen came to Zhao Mao's room, ready to have a heart-to-heart talk with his new artist.

But Zhao Mao's calmness and calmness as always made Tao Wen a little bit at a loss as to how to speak. Compared with him, Miao Wu was much easier to get close to.

"I heard that you have been delivering soup to Miao Wu recently?" Tao Wen coughed, but finally chose to cut to the chase.

Different from Miao Wu's casual and lazy sitting posture, even in private, Zhao Mao always sits upright, like a soldier who can act at any time, which makes Tao Wen's movements more or less more restrained and less relaxed.

Zhao Mao's answer was also very direct: "Yes, is there any question?"

Tao Wen: "...I don't interfere with normal friendships, but I hope that the relationship between you is not what I guessed. Now some people in the production team are guessing about the relationship between you. Both of you are public figures. A row will be magnified, so be careful, you know what I mean?"

Zhao Mao looked at the insulated box that Tao Wen sent back on the table, and said in a low voice, "I understand."

So in the evening Miao Wu came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and was caught off guard when he saw Zhao Mao who appeared out of thin air in the living room of his room.

He looked at the door, then at Zhao Mao, and raised his eyebrows lightly: "How did you come in?"

For so many days, the first thing Miao Wu took the initiative to say to Zhao Mao was to ask him why he didn't invite himself.

At this moment, Zhao Mao finally had to admit that he had offended someone.

"It's not difficult." Zhao Mao pointed to the window behind him.

Miao Wu smiled angrily: "What are you doing here?"

Zhao Mao's eyes fell on the heat preservation box on the table: "Feng Lin said you won't accept it."

Miao Wu sat down on the single sofa on his left, wiped his hair with a wet towel: "I don't want to drink anymore."

Zhao Mao was always calm and rational: "I remember that this was the exchange condition you asked me to teach Ah Zheng."

The implication is that Miao Wu has no right to refuse.

Hearing this, the fire in Miao Wu's heart instantly started a prairie fire, he threw a wet towel on Zhao Mao's body, and said angrily, "Since that's the case, you don't need to teach Ah Zheng."

Zhao Mao caught the towel he threw at him, seeing that his eyes were red with anger, he couldn't help sighing, and took a step back: "That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Miao Wu did not back down.

Zhao Mao looked at him and said in a low voice, "Stop messing around."

As soon as this sentence was said, Miao Wu suddenly felt that it was very boring to lose his temper with this guy.

He took the thermos box and finished the soup in silence, then stuffed the box into the man's arms: "It's finished, you can go."

Zhao Mao did not leave, but sighed again.

Now hearing him sigh, Miao Wu was furious, his eyebrows raised, and when he was about to scold someone, Zhao Mao suddenly pinched his chin and kissed him on the lips.

"I went too far that day, I apologize."

Miao Wu was stunned, the fire that had been simmering in his heart these days was instantly extinguished by the other party's light apology.

"What do you mean?" Miao Wu asked, touching his lips.

The corners of Zhao Mao's mouth curved, and the usually hard and sharp edges suddenly softened: "I like you."

Looking at his own reflection in the other party's eyes, Miao Wu's face was not moved at all, he rolled his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to push Zhao Mao, and opened the door.

"Okay, I see, let's go."

Zhao Mao stood there for a moment, making sure that he really wanted to leave, and then took a step.

After the people left, Miao Wu closed the door and leaned his back against the door panel, his eyes were full of sly narrowness.

"Fool."

In the following days, the relationship between Miao Wu and Zhao Mao returned to the state before the Cold War, but Feng Lin obviously felt that there was something more between the two of them.

Since that time, Zhao Mao would bring soup to Miao Wu alone every night, but before leaving that night, Zhao Mao told Miao Wu about his confusion.

"what happened to you?"

Miao Wu looked puzzled: "I'm fine."

After confessing his confession, Miao Wu behaved a lot better, this reaction was beyond Zhao Mao's expectation.

In this regard, Zhao Mao never hides his thoughts, so he walked up to Miao Wu, pushed him to the corner, put his arms around his slender waist and lowered his head to kiss the other's lips, but was blocked by Miao Wu's hand .

The eyelashes like crow feathers fluttered slightly, and Zhao Mao looked suspicious, so he looked a little innocent and pitiful.

Miao Wu smiled brightly: "What are you doing?"

"Kiss you."

"I do not want."

Don't fall to the ground, Zhao Mao tightened his grip on Miao Wu's arm, and Miao Wu's bones ached from being pinched.

Zhao Mao looked at him, frowning slightly: "You're kidding me."

Not an interrogative sentence, but an affirmative sentence.

Miao Wu's face was blank, pretending that he was not the one who started to tease people first, he asked: "How do you say that?"

Zhao Mao didn't want to hear what he said, so he lowered his head, grabbed the red lip quickly and accurately, and sucked hard.

"Hiss—" Miao Wu gasped in pain after being bitten by him.

He wanted to push Zhao Mao away, but found that the other's chest was as hard as iron and could not be shaken at all.

Forced to bear the aggression from the other party's lips and tongue, Miao Wu's body began to weaken after a while. He hugged Zhao Mao's neck and began to respond to the other party.

I don't know how long it took, after Zhao Mao slowed down his offensive, Miao Wu's sanity gradually returned.

"You crazy dog." Panting, Miao Wu pinched Zhao Mao's ears. Although the kiss was very comfortable, he couldn't admit it.

Looking at Miao Wu's wet eyes due to lack of oxygen, Zhao Mao couldn't help lowering his head and wanted to kiss them.

Miao Wu closed his eyes reflexively, and pressed his warm lips on his eyelids, still slightly moist.

The kiss on the eyelids is about to leave.

Miao Wu opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Mao. The hand that was holding the opponent's neck retracted. He opened his palm and patted Zhao Mao's cheek. The force was not painful, but it was easy to irritate people.

"Forcibly kissing without other people's permission is called indecent, and it should be slapped. This is the rule of the human world."

What Miao Wu didn't expect was that Zhao Mao was not angry, but squeezed his hand, kissed his palm, and said, "One slap for one kiss, it's worth it."

"You stinking rascal." Miao Wu laughed angrily, "You can get lost."

Zhao Mao took one last deep look at him, took a step back, turned around and opened the door to leave.

He said he likes it, but Miao Wu never responded. Zhao Mao probably understood the little guy's capricious character, but unexpectedly he didn't feel angry.

Anyway, no matter what, people can't run away.

After that, Zhao Mao stopped being courteous and proactive, and the person who delivered the soup changed back to Feng Lin, and Miao Wu didn't refuse again.

The little chick who played wildly with Feng Lin didn't notice the ambiguous atmosphere between his parents at all. He simply ate, slept, played and tired every day, and couldn't be happier.

At the same time, the filming of "Who's Guilty" has also come to an end.

Chen Er discovered that Feng Bai actually knew about the entanglement between his stepbrother and himself, and had met him privately.

On the night of his stepbrother's death, Feng Bai disappeared for a while, but Chen Er made an alibi for Feng Bai in front of the police.

"You're crazy!" Chen Er tugged on Feng Bai's collar, in this room where they used to have crazy sex/love, it was as if he recognized the face of the person beside him for the first time.

Feng Bai's eyes were red, and he replied in a low voice: "I'm not crazy, it's you who is crazy."

Burned by his gaze, Chen Er knew that Feng Bai had discovered his plan.

"I'm just your randomly selected travel companion, just a pawn in your plan, you don't love me at all."

Faced with Feng Bai's accusation, Chen Er was speechless. He wanted to say that it was not that he didn't love him, but he couldn't deny that the other party was part of his plan.

"You totally messed up my plans."

In the end, Chen Er could only say this.

Feng Bai looked at him with disappointment in his eyes: "No matter what, your goal has been achieved."

"But you..." Chen Er's heart ached, he never thought of achieving this goal at the price of Feng Bai.

Chen Er: "Go home first, I will stay here to deal with the police."

Feng Bai shook his head: "It's late."

Chen Er looked at him, tears suddenly fell down: "I let you go."

Feng Bai stepped forward, stretched out a hand to cover his tearful eyes, bowed his head and kissed him.

Chen Er opened his lips, and responded enthusiastically and desperately.

……

"Yes, very good." Huai'an encouraged the two of them as usual. After this period of cooperation, he was very satisfied with Zhao Mao and Miao Wu.

The filming of this place is almost completed here, and the crew and the leading actors will leave together in a few days to go abroad to film and make up some shots.

What surprised Miao Wu the most during this period was Zhao Mao's acting skills. He originally thought that the other party's acting would be jerky for the first time, but Zhao Mao performed better than him, and Miao Wu was even beaten by him several times. brought into play.

"Hey, where did you learn your acting skills? Are you not bad?" Miao Wu never hid the question in his stomach for long, so he asked the person directly.

Zhao Mao's answer was: "In fact, there is not much difference between human beings and demons in essence. If you see too many demons of all kinds, it will be natural to play human beings."

Miao Wu automatically understood what the other party meant, that he had little knowledge and was too immature.

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