chatter [entertainment]

Earlobe, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there are no ghosts, I'm here."

The fear became less and less, and the grievance gradually increased. Sher hugged his waist, buried his face in his arms, and tears fell down.

What is he crying for?

In fact, I wasn't completely scared, but I just felt wronged, as if I wanted to vent all my previous emotions.

But if you want to say that you can have any emotions before, you don't have any.

In the final analysis, it is the feelings that have not been seen for so many years that suddenly see a ray of light, and the subtle joys are intertwined into an unspeakable hypocrisy.

Before the tears flowed down, they were absorbed by the clothes, wet a large area, and under slight movements, occasionally there was a hint of coolness.

Wu Fuyang panicked, holding his head in both hands, trying to pull him out.

As a result, Xie Er cried even more fiercely, complaining aggrievedly: "You still pull me! Don't pull me! It's all your fault! What's wrong with me hugging you!"

After the murder, he also hiccupped.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault, just hold him." Wu Fuyang had no choice but to give up, hug him, and stroke the back of his head with one hand.

He was crying quietly, speaking in a lower voice than usual, and looked terrified.

It was the first time Wu Fuyang saw him cry like this. Before, his eyes would turn red at most. The sudden emotional outburst made Wu Fuyang a little overwhelmed.I can only coax more carefully——

"Don't be angry anymore, huh?"

"Don't you want to eat beef brisket with tomato? It's ready, I'll ask Peng Wei to serve it."

"I also made boiled pork slices for you, and put a lot of chili."

"It's okay, everyone is here, no ghost dares to come."

"Stop crying, okay?"

This is what Qiao Yufan saw when he appeared with his messy hair.

He walked up to Pan Yue and patted him, "What's wrong with them?"

"Don't move, don't move, I will kill three times immediately!"

Qiao Yufan: ...

Hopeless.

When he walked to the dining room, Peng Wei just came out with a big pot of boiled pork slices, which was full of aroma and steaming.

Qiao Yufan: "What's wrong with Xie Er?"

Peng Wei put down the boiled pork slices, pinched the tablecloth, and explained it from beginning to end.

Qiao Yufan snorted, "You too, why are you dragging him to watch horror movies, it scares him."

Peng Wei felt wronged: "No, he fell asleep when we watched it together the night before yesterday. I thought he wasn't that scared, so I called him."

"Stop making excuses, if you want to watch a horror movie in the future, go back to your room and watch it by yourself." Qiao Yufan walked around him to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Peng Bo: "Pan Yue is also afraid."

Qiao Yufan plucked his hair and clicked his tongue, "Then go back to your own house and have a look."

Peng Bo: "Oh."

The director and assistant director next to him had green eyes, staring at them as if they were staring at fat.

Wu Fuyang glanced at the sudden addition of several cameras, and felt that Brother Tian had to cry too.

Xie Er's microphone was stuck between the two of them, Wu Fuyang thought for a while, lowered his head sideways and approached him, and whispered: "Everyone is watching, can I go back to the room to coax you at night?"

Xie Er has actually slowed down, but he doesn't think about it right now, it's rare to have a chance to hug her and be coaxed by Wu Fuyang.

As for the camera...

Shel held back her tears and was silent for a while.

Forget it, it's over.

When Bai Zhu and Jiang Ye weren't together, they still hugged each other to sleep every day.

My good friend coaxed me what's wrong.

Brother Tian will understand.

Looking at Xie Er's red ears, Wu Fuyang said again: "Good boy, be obedient."

The blush quickly swelled and spread all the way from the ears to the entire face.

Wu Fuyang chuckled, and lifted his head slightly to reveal it.

Shell stared at him with a pair of wet eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and the pool of water at the end of his eyes hung down.

Wu Fuyang pressed him back into his arms, took off his coat, pulled it out of his arms, and covered his head, "Let's go, I'll take you to wash your face."

Wu Fuyang put his arms around his shoulders and led him around the sofa and through a group of photography teachers.

Shell looked at the group of legs from under the clothes, his temples jumped suddenly, and he thought: It's over.

I'm afraid Brother Tian can't understand.

back to the room.

After closing the door, Shell pulled down his coat, revealing a pair of eyes, looking at Wu Fuyang hesitantly.

Wu Fuyang leaned against the bathroom door and stared at him with a half-smile.

Fear is a very strange emotion. If it is superficial, it can be understood as not daring, or not wanting to do it, worrying about this or worrying about that.

But once you take the first step, you will find that, in fact, that's it.

Schell's guts these past two days have been like a rocket launch, and the effect is astounding.

"Didn't you say go back to the room to coax me?" Shell mouthed him.

The banter on Wu Fuyang's face disappeared, his eyes gradually deepened, and he mouthed back to him: "It's about night."

Shell pulled off his coat, and stared at him dissatisfied with a blushing face, "Are you coaxing?!"

Now his face is as red as a piece of strawberry milk cake, still steaming, his eyes are watery, he really can't be fierce, he looks milky.

With calm eyes, Wu Fuyang slowly approached him and whispered in his ear: "How do you want me to coax you, brother?"

Here he is again.

Shell swallowed, and looked at him with forceful composure, his eyes flickering.

"You can do whatever you want." Wu Fuyang leaned closer again, this time pressing closer maliciously, his lips almost touching his ear.

The low voice was indescribably sexy, and the hot air he exhaled carried the same attack power as his master, which instantly ignited Xie Er's rationality that had just been pulled back a little.

He raised his hand to pick up the radio microphone, but Wu Fuyang grabbed his wrist, then slid up, separated his fingers, deliberately squeezed into his fingers, and then tightened.

Shell subconsciously bent his fingers and interlocked with him.

"Tell me, how do you want me to coax you?"

Wu Fuyang is still going on.

And Xie Er was on the verge of a collapse of sanity, he slowly raised his arms to hug Wu Fuyang's waist, and took the initiative to remove the last little distance between the two.

Chapter 39

A chuckle broke the increasingly tense ambiguous atmosphere, Shell rested his chin on his shoulder, and rubbed his face sideways on his neck.

"Don't bother you, don't be hungry." Wu Fuyang raised his hand to pull him out, messing up his hair, "Hurry up and wash your face, they will finish the food later."

Taking off the coat on Xie Er's shoulders, Wu Fuyang put it on again, grabbed Xie Er's hair, and went back to the restaurant first.

Shell stood there laughing silently.

The boy in the mirror was blushing, with love in his eyes.

"Why haven't you come down yet?" Pan Yue was arguing because he missed a good show, with regret written all over his face.

Qiao Yufan held a large bottle of fruit oranges and poured them one by one along the dining table.

Hearing the words, he gave him a blank look, "Wake up, the stage has been removed."

Pan Yue pouted, regretting to death.

Wei Shi drank slowly from the cup with a smile on his lips.

"Teacher Wei thinks very differently from me." Qiao Yufan sat down and said with a smile.

Wei Shi put down his cup, "Why is it different?"

"I thought it was the kind that was very cold and strong, but not like this now..." Qiao Yufan hesitated, "I like to laugh."

Pan Yue also said: "Yes, yes, I was quite afraid of you at first."

Wei Shi smiled, "Maybe it's because I look fierce."

As we all know, Pan Yue is an idiot.

He patted Peng Wei, "Big Peng also looks fierce, but he is actually shy."

Peng Wei put down the cup in his hand and slapped him on the back of the head with his backhand.

"Ah?" Pan Yue was puzzled, "Isn't it? If you say you are shy, you will be beaten? It's not about being shy."

Peng Wei laughed very formally, "You better shut up now."

Pan Yue: ...

Actually it wasn't, Wei Shi himself didn't like to laugh so much.

Wei Shi looked at Wu Fuyang who was walking over, and thought to himself, probably eating melons makes me happy.

Especially the main character is the younger brother of a good friend.

"Is Xie Er okay?" Qiao Yufan asked.

Wu Fuyang sat down in one of the two remaining vacant seats, right next to Wei Shi.

He took the wet tissue on the table, wiped his hands and said, "It's all right, don't mention this to him later."

Qiao Yufan nodded and said he understood.

Wu Fuyang looked at Pan Yue again.

Pan Yue looked dazed, and couldn't believe that he needed to be specially reminded.He stared for a long time, and said cowardly, "I know, I know."

"Let's eat first, he will come down immediately." Wu Fuyang said.

After being hungry for a whole day, there is no need to be polite. After saying this sentence, everyone didn't say anything, just took the chopsticks and started eating.

When Shell came down, Pan Yue had already finished half a bowl of rice.

The remaining one is between Qiao Yufan and Wu Fuyang, very close to Sliced ​​Pork and Tomato Stewed Beef Brisket.Xie Er opened the chair and sat down, and smiled at Wu Fuyang.

Wu Fuyang turned his back to the direction he came from, and when he turned to look at him, he happened to meet his smiling face.

Shell had just washed his face, and the blush on his face had almost faded away, leaving only a little redness in his eyes.The tip of the hair was stained with water, and I wiped it casually with a towel twice.His eyes were crooked, and he smiled obediently with his small white teeth bared.

It doesn't look like she just cried out of fear.

Wu Fuyang smiled: "Eat quickly."

After dinner, a group of bored people proposed to go to the beach.

It was already dark, and there were lights on outside the cabin, a row of small light bulbs lit up to the edge of the green field, and stopped in front of Baisha.

Shell left his slippers at the last small light bulb, and stepped on the white sand with his bare feet, the soft sand scratching his soles.He felt itchy and amused.With each step, the feet are raised and then gently lowered, like an 80-year-old grandpa.

He smiled and pulled off Wu Fuyang's sleeve, "Take off your shoes and feel it, it's so itchy."

Wu Fuyang directly refused: "I don't want to be like you."

shel laughed