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The fat ball is He Wen’s 22nd birthday present to Yu Bao. Sometimes it’s on He Wen’s side, and sometimes it’s on Yu Bao’s place. It’s very fat. Now it’s a fact that they’ve lost it. They’re all a bit sad .

There are always many things at the end of the year. On the filming set of "Jianghu" in H City Film and Television City, He Wen was wearing a blue gown with a military overcoat. He stood next to Qiu Lang with his sleeves tucked in.

"Brother Wen, when you came out here, you were a bit too crazy." Qiu Lang pointed to one of the cameras, and the frame froze.

The man beside him snorted slightly, and Qiu Lang stroked his hair, "I mean, that arrogant expression can be restrained."

"Taking advantage of the good weather now, all the exterior scenes here will be filmed in the remaining few days, and the speed can be slowed down in the remaining years." A shadow appeared under He Wen's raised eyebrows, and dark light flickered.

Qiu Lang nodded, "Well, good."

Just as he was about to turn around and talk to the assistant director, he heard a playful voice in his ear, "Qiu Lang, would you like to be my brother-in-law?"

Brother-in-law?Qiu Lang's face changed a little, "Brother Wen...do you have a younger sister?"

He Wen took out his phone and turned to a page, "It's her."

Qiu Lang leaned over, and what caught his eye was a magnified round face, and his complexion immediately changed to colorful, "That...well, Yu Bao is really cute and lively, but..."

"We plan to go to the hot spring during the Chinese New Year, let's go together." He Wen put the phone into his trouser pocket, and lit a cigarette, "You and Yu Bao are just right for each other."

I thank you!

Qiu Lang frowned suddenly, and said in embarrassment, "I remember, I'm going back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year, Brother Wen, you know, my hometown..."

"You mean your parents won't agree?" He Wen blew out a smoke ring, and the smoke dispersed in the cold wind. He Wen smiled wickedly, "I called them last night, and they said they were waiting for you to bring Yu Bao went back to celebrate New Year's Eve."

Hearing this, Qiu Lang almost bumped into a white jade lion made of foam next to him, he couldn't help rolling his eyes, twitching the corners of his mouth to look at the particularly evil man smiling beside him, "Brother Wen, don't scare me."

"Yu Bao is my younger sister. She has upright views, neither material things nor bad habits. Although she has gained a little weight recently, her beauty is obvious to all on set."

The face with a bright smile appeared in Qiu Lang's mind, and he subconsciously agreed with He Wen's words that Yu Bao's facial features were indeed beautiful.

She also has a good personality, optimistic and cheerful, and is happy every day. Although sometimes she is a little nervous and a bit sloppy, but she has a good heart. When she realized that she was running on a strange road, Qiu Lang twitched again. Mouth.

When he came back to his senses completely, he realized that He Wen had already left.

The corner of He Wen's mouth raised when he walked away. He didn't have any feelings for Shen Yu, but he had feelings for Yu Bao that he wanted to be an older brother. In fact, he planned to live in Lille, France after "Jianghu" was finished, and start over there again. cause.

That's why he wanted to find someone Yu Bao could rely on before he left. The reason why he chose to test Qiu Lang was because Qiu Lang had a good personality, and the time spent together was enough to understand him.

As for the second point...

Holding the cigarette dangling from his mouth between his fingertips, he took a sip of hot water from Song Ziyu's water glass with his other hand, and He Wen took out his cell phone to make a call.

On the other end, Yu Bao, who was shopping in the wholesale market with the staff of the props team, put his mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, and shouted loudly, "Hey, brother Wen, what can I do for you?"

With the half-burned cigarette in his mouth again, He Wen naturally put his other free hand into Song Ziyu's military coat, his cold fingers touched the warm skin, he narrowed his eyes contentedly, "warm baby used up."

The staff next to him were bargaining with the shopkeeper. Yu Bao walked a few steps away and muttered to his mobile phone, "Understood, I'll buy you some more when I go back. Is there anything else you want to buy? Do you want that kind of special wrapped wrap?" A warm blanket?"

"Not yet." He Wen glanced at the man in front of him who was covering his stomach with his hand, He Wen chuckled, "Do you have any wishes?"

"Too much." Yu Bao began to spit, "When I go to the supermarket to buy food, I don't have to worry about whether I have enough money. I sleep at night in winter, and there is heat in the bed, and ah, when it's windy and rainy , I didn’t run to the bus stop by myself, every time I came to my aunt, I was in pain..."

The smile on He Wen's lips was dangerous, "Keep it simple."

Familiar with the warning in the other party's tone, Yu Bao curled his lips and said directly, "I want a man."

"The best is Qiulang?" He Wen squinted his eyes as he looked at the busy figure in the distance.

Hearing this, Yu Bao opened his eyes wide and exclaimed in shock, "How do you know?"

Fingers moved around Song Ziyu's navel, He Wen met the eyes he was looking at, and raised the corners of his lips, "Actually, I was just guessing, do you believe it?"

Yu Bao immediately shook his head violently, "I don't believe it."

"He lacks a woman, and you lack a man." He Wen took a puff of cigarette, stared at Song Ziyu's almost perfect face, and said meaningfully, "Emotions don't just appear, they can only be found in many places."

"I've hinted many times, it seems that he doesn't call me." Yu Bao said disappointedly.

"I don't think so."

He Wen said a few more words, including the matter of soaking in the hot springs, everything that should be said, he hung up the phone, and Song Ziyu took away the cigarette from his mouth and extinguished it.

"Among the four of you, it seems that you are the most..."

Song Ziyu's cold eyes shone slightly, and his charming facial features became more and more dazzling. He pressed his hand that was twitching in his clothes, "What is the most?"

With an unusual smile on his face, He Wen also put his other hand into Song Ziyu's clothes, and leaned his head sideways on Song Ziyu's body, "It's so cold, sit over here."

Song Ziyu sat down with his thin lips pursed. He opened his military coat and put his arms around the man with pale lips.

Recently, we have been filming every day until late at night, and with the weather around minus [-] degrees, the shooting environment is harsh, and the crew is a little bit overwhelmed. I hope to finish filming here quickly and change to another scenic spot.

Breathing Song Ziyu's breath, He Wen rubbed his cold lips against his neck, and kissed him brazenly, "Where did Fang Jun go?"

"He went to Ye Huai's crew to discuss the scene of Yang Huaihe." Song Ziyu glanced at the passing staff, a little helpless and uninhibited. He didn't care about the time and place, and only had the temperament of doing whatever he wanted.

"Our side shot at 5 in the morning, and his side originally scheduled it for [-] o'clock. The time difference is too short."

"Didn't Ye Huai's play say that there is still a mysterious actor who hasn't arrived?" His wet tongue wrapped around Song Ziyu's earlobe, his fingers moved to his chest, and he kneaded a small bean. He Wen smiled, "This The media has been hyping this topic for some time.”

He suddenly laughed out loud, with a provocative voice, "It's hard."

Song Ziyu's eyes opened and closed slightly, and the heat on his lower body hardened and enlarged under the man's intentional touch. Fortunately, he was covered by the military coat.

"Take a ruler to measure it at night. If it exceeds 20 centimeters, there will be a reward." He Wen smirked as he flicked the plump top with his finger.

The thing on the lower body trembled, Song Ziyu took a breath, and there was a flame burning in his restrained eyes full of desire, "Try it with your mouth, it may exceed a few centimeters." Self-confidence, but also a desire to provoke.

He Wen seldom used his mouth to soothe him, and the rare few times it was reflected in his mind, that different feeling of ecstasy, as long as he thought about it, his desire would swell up.

Fingers pulled the swollen little beans vigorously, and He Wen reached into his trousers with the other hand to hold the hot utensil, the astonishing size became harder and harder in the palm of his hand.

A suppressed muffled hum came from the throat. In a secluded corner, the cold wind blew past, which failed to cool down the scorching heat from the friction on their bodies.

"He Wen...how fast..." Song Ziyu lowered his head, yearning for more with every breath.

The speed in his hand increased leisurely, and the thick desire was released in his palm. He Wen covered the eruption with his hand in time, and the hot liquid covered his palm. His voice was also a little hoarse, "Paper towel."

Song Ziyu didn't have time to manage the fine sweat on his forehead, so he immediately wiped He Wen's hands with a paper to wipe off the sticky liquid, and the two leaned against each other's necks to breathe.

In the afternoon of "Jiang Hu" there was an outdoor scene of a fighting scene. He Wen's stand-in was from martial arts, and his movements were neat and refined. He played against several extras.

There is a market in the circle that when a film starts shooting, it is necessary to burn incense, pray that the film will sell well, and say goodbye to the so-called dirty things.

The other is the funeral scene. The actors who played the role all received red envelopes to calm the disaster, so Fang Jun prepared a lot of red envelopes.

In that scene, there was a shot that needed to be dropped from a place of about 3 meters. It was not a distant shot, but a medium shot. There was also a close-up of the face. In order to achieve a realistic effect, He Wen did not use a stand-in. He fixed the wire rope at the waist.

Two thick cushions were laid underneath, and Fang Fangjun and Song Ziyu were still worried. After all, men are no longer young, and if something happens, neither of them can bear it.

But they tried to stay calm and didn't show their worries.

Fortunately, it was over after only four or five shoots, and there were no accidents in between. Not only Fang Jun and Song Ziyu, but also the crew and actors including Qiu Lang were sweating.

Because there was a piece of news a while ago, a certain actor was filming in high school, and Wia lost his center of gravity, causing multiple fractures on his body.

Today's scene will be filmed until early in the morning. Those who have finished filming will pack up and go back to the hotel. The rest will have to stay up all night. He Wen has a scene to shoot at night. It's cold, so I thought about having some hot pot.

On the way back, He Wenlai caught a figure among the passing crowd. The man was carrying a bag on his shoulders. He was quite tall and tall, and his complexion was no longer fair. He was dark after being exposed to the sun, with short hair and slender eyes. It's getting colder.

He is no longer that alienated and withdrawn boy, but has become calm and stern.

Seeing He Wen who stopped suddenly, Fang Jun and Song Ziyu looked at each other, and they followed his gaze, but found nothing.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the figure gradually disappearing in the crowd, He Wen raised his eyebrows casually.

"I probably know who the mysterious actor who hasn't shown up in Ye Huai's play is?"