no one knows i love you

The next day, Lin Yan arrived at the crew very early. He wanted to watch Han Ji perform, but Yan Huazhang refused.

Lin Yan was dissatisfied: "I almost know the plot, you don't need to guard against me."

"you know?"

"Isn't it just doves occupying the magpie's nest? The protagonist kills and impersonates himself, constantly swaying in desire, and gradually heading for destruction."

Yan Huazhang was a little shocked, and turned to look at Han Ji: "Did you show him the script?"

Only Han Ji's script is relatively complete, and the script readings are all selective plots.

The important thing is that Lin Yan only got his first third of the script, and he didn't even know what the next plot was going to be.

Han Ji denied: "I'm not going to, it's not good for him."

Lin Yan folded his arms and said lazily: "The name of the movie is "Victoria", which itself means that the dove occupies the magpie's nest. It is said that the protagonist pretends to be someone else. This is very difficult to operate. It requires some coincidences. It also requires the protagonist to have enough wisdom, and at the same time, the madness and cruelty of human nature are indispensable. The protagonist will gradually get lost in this process, and needs to continue killing to cover up the crime. It should be a story of a person's heart gradually falling. The story of depravity and destruction is quite interesting. , I just don’t know the ending, how the director intends to come about, whether it’s a critical evil that comes with evil, or a socialist open ending.”

Yan Huazhang took a deep breath, so he hid his loneliness and let Lin Yan pick it up.

"Talk about the script with Lin Yan more, maybe there will be unexpected gains." Han Ji suggested with a smile from the side.

But Yan Huazhang didn't believe it, so it was not convincing to rely on Lin Yan's level of script selection.

The rules cannot be broken, Yan Huazhang still drives Lin Yan away.

It wasn't until there was Lin Yan's part in the scene that people were put into the indoor studio.

……

Holding the wine glass, the young man looked at the layers of colorful wine in his hand with novelty. His slender and clean fingers were clean and fair, with well-defined joints. He looked a little silly looking at the wine glass, but he also looked beautiful and well-behaved. .

The tall man sat lazily on the sofa beside him, and said with a half-smile, "Take a sip."

Miao Xu took a look at the man, his eyes were shining, and he took a big sip full of expectation.

The spicy liquid rushed to his throat, and the irritation of his nose made him cough immediately.

cough cough-

The man laughed, his face full of joy.

The young man covered his mouth and coughed, his face was flushed, tears streaming down his face, and he put the cup on the table from a distance.

The door opened, and a stylishly dressed woman came and sat beside Han Ji, teasingly said, "Where did this little soil turtle come from?"

"Is it dirt?" He Cheng pinched his chin and stroked his lower lip with his fingers, "I think it's fine."

The woman cut it, got up and poured a glass of juice for Miao Xu: "You little fool can't even tell the difference between wine and juice."

Miao Xu was a little embarrassed, put his hands on his knees, looked at the juice in front of him, and dared not make a move with lingering fear.

"This is your sister Qiaohan, call someone." He Cheng said.

"Sister Qiaohan..." The young man is clean and beautiful, tall and slender, wearing a clean white shirt, with a sense of simplicity and innocence all over his body.

Even if Hu Qiaohan's temper is difficult to serve, he can't feel annoying now.

"What's the matter?" He Cheng looked at the woman.

Hu Qiaohan gave him a dissatisfied look, and said, "Okay, let's chat." The woman left the study.

He Cheng stood up, walked straight over and locked the door of the study.

"Brother...did Zuo Jun look for you that day?" Miao Xu was a little unaware of He Cheng's actions. He was sitting at the desk, playing with the piggy bank on the desk, and accidentally knocked over the piggy bank next to him. He picked up the tape curiously. On the cover were four men with a strong Hong Kong atmosphere.

He Cheng paused, then raised his eyes casually: "Who is Zuo Jun?"

Miao Xu looked at the tall man leaning against the door, his dark eyes were filled with slight astonishment mixed with subtle sorrow, and finally he bowed his head silently.

The man walked around the hanger, walked towards him, stretched out his hand and pulled him to the low couch, clasped his neck with his palm, and rubbed his thumb lingeringly.

Miao Xu raised his eyes to look at him, a trace of bewilderment flashed across his beautiful pupils.

The man looked at his slowly turning red ears with satisfaction, and touched his soft lips: "Who are you calling brother, me or Pei Yan?"

Lin Yan was a little nervous, and the next kiss scene, he was so stressed that he couldn't eat all day long, afraid that he would lose his composure like last time, and his whole body was flustered and tense.

Perhaps it was more serious than last time. His heart was beating hard and his body was very stiff.

Han Ji gently stroked his stiff back, then slowly leaned down, and gently kissed the corner of the boy's mouth.

Lin Yan's breathing was stagnant, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but the man was unable to move with his arms around his waist and the back of his neck.

Han Ji smiled wildly, kissed the corner of his mouth again, then his forehead, nose tip, cheek, chin...every time was like ripples thrown into a calm lake.

The soft kiss made people feel palpitations, Lin Yan couldn't help tightening his hands holding Han Ji's clothes, his fingers were so hard that the fingertips turned white, every joint was distinct, slender and white.

Yan Huazhang called "cut" halfway through.

"Lin Yan, relax a bit, and Han Ji, you just kiss and it's over. Is He Cheng such a gentle person, why add all this extra foreplay?"

Han Ji touched Lin Yan's tense back and asked, "Why do you think He Cheng won't be warm to Miao Xu?"

Yan Huazhang explained: "He only has a desire to possess Miao Xu, and there is no relationship right now. There must be a comparison and a step-by-step process."

Han Ji looked at Yan Huazhang, they were like bamboo horses, how could they have no feelings for each other?

Miao Xu must be different to He Cheng, he is not a simple object of venting.

Even one that creates lust.People will treat strangers subconsciously and carefully, which is out of self-interested considerations.

He had discovered a long time ago that Yan Huazhang seemed to be unable to accept any warmth in He Cheng.

However, as an actor, he has to listen to the director, and he didn't argue on the spot, he can discuss it later

When re-shooting, Han Ji suddenly hugged Lin Yan to the table, Lin Yan panicked, he noticed that Han Ji seemed a little angry, but he didn't know why.

"He Cheng..." He leaned on the table with his hands, his voice trembling.

It's not a show of panic.

Han Ji pinched Lin Yan's white chin, and kissed Lin Yan under the other's panicked eyes.

The aggressive masculine breath made Lin Yan stunned for a few seconds, and almost forgot to struggle.

Who are you angry with?You obviously didn't provoke him, so why bully him?

Lin Yan was a little annoyed, and reached out to push the other party, but the other party held his head and kissed him deeper.

It was a kiss full of possessiveness and aggression, a predation that could not be resisted.

In the end, Lin Yan used all his strength to finally push the person away.

The warm breath fell on his neck, and Han Ji asked in an inaudible voice next to his ear: "How can I treat you if you like me?"

What?Lin Yan didn't hear clearly, he didn't remember this line.

The next moment, Han Ji was passing his face, and the hot kiss was pressed down again.

In order to avoid it, Lin Yan's slender neck was tilted back, and the brows were furrowed impatiently. Han Ji didn't go too hard this time, but turned to caress his back gently, and the kiss gradually softened.

Feeling soothed both physically and mentally, Lin Yan was a little confused. He closed his eyes, and slowly embraced Han Ji with his rejecting hands. His body temperature was close to his, and his heart palpitations made it hard to breathe. His eyelashes fluttered from time to time, showing that the master completely addicted.