The gold master is my diehard fan

He stared at those restless hands touching Qingwen, which belonged to him originally, feeling uncomfortable with something blocked in his heart, and urgently needed to vent.

"Tear off the hem of the robe."

Luo Wen was directing the movements of the two of them at the top of his voice. Liang Sheng could only grit his teeth and watch Song Qingwen's slender, white and tender legs being filmed by the camera.

Now it is watched by those present, and it will be watched by people all over the country on the screen in the future.

As Song Qingwen lay down and hid in the bed curtain, Liang Sheng turned his head and stopped looking, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and rushed over.

If he went up and disturbed Song Qingwen's filming, he would definitely be angry, so he must not intervene.

Liang Sheng sighed depressedly, and didn't look at Song Qingwen until the filming was over.

Song Qingwen got up and wrapped himself in his clothes, raised his eyes to look for Xiaoyun, and vaguely noticed a piercing gaze was shooting at him, his whole body was cold, he looked by feeling, Liang Shengzheng looked at him sadly, that look made Song Qingwen feel sad. There is an illusion that Liang Sheng looks like a resentful husband who caught his wife cheating.

Liang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, somewhat displeased with Song Qingwen's indifferent reaction.

He went straight to Song Qingwen, and was stopped by Su Hanzhe a few steps away. Liang Sheng could only stop, raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Hanzhe in costume: "What's the matter?"

Su Hanzhe smiled, his phoenix eyes were evil and alluring, and the mole at the corner of his eyes was faintly visible, his voice was very gentle, like a spring breeze gently touching his heart: "You came to see me?"

There was a flash of obsession in Liang Sheng's eyes, and then he covered up the emotions in his eyes with his superb acting skills.

Liang Sheng glanced at Song Qingwen through his side. He was chatting and laughing with the actor who was filming a rival show. Liang Sheng felt short of breath and rolled his big eyes.

Su Hanzhe kept paying attention to his expression, until he saw Liang Sheng's white eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy. After so long, Liang Sheng still didn't forgive himself.

"Liang Sheng, you still won't forgive me, will you?"

Liang Sheng pushed him away, and walked towards Song Qingwen.

Wu Mingxiu unscrewed the water for Song Qingwen and handed it over: "It's amazing, I underestimated you."

Song Qingwen smiled triumphantly, took a sip of water: "You too."

"Let's have dinner together later?"

Wu Mingxiu changed his view on Song Qingwen, and after contacting him for the past few days, he discovered that Song Qingwen is an entertainer with great acting skills.

"I'm sorry, he doesn't have time." Liang Sheng pulled Song Qingwen behind him, stared at Wu Mingxiu intently, if there wasn't someone nearby, he might have hit him.

Song Qingwen felt the low pressure in the atmosphere, and tugged at the corner of Liang Sheng's suit. Liang Sheng turned his head to look at him resolutely, then turned and left with him.

Wu Mingxiu stood here, watching the two leave, lost in thought, this scene, the two of them are not normal.

"Liang Sheng, slow down."

Panting, Song Qingwen took strides to follow Liang Sheng closely. Liang Sheng ignored him and continued to pull him until he reached the car parked outside the shooting scene.

Song Qingwen was thrown onto the passenger seat. Seeing Liang Sheng get into the car from the other side, he sat up straight and rubbed his sore wrist. He was a little baffled, wondering why Liang Sheng was angry.

"Liang Sheng, are you sick?"

Song Qingwen yelled, and Liang Sheng made a slap in the face, and he immediately fell silent.

Liang Sheng was holding the steering wheel, and his rapid and heavy breathing filled the silent car: "Song Qingwen, do you have a good relationship with the filming actors?"

"It's okay, not too familiar."

Hearing this, Liang Sheng recalled the scene when that person invited him to dinner just now, and couldn't help laughing, would he have dinner together if he wasn't familiar?Song Qingwen actually lied to himself.

He started the car with a cold face. Song Qingwen had always been good at observing words and demeanor, but now that Liang Sheng was like this, he was too scared to make a sound, so he could only fasten his seat belt.

After driving for half an hour, Liang Sheng stopped the car and said, "Get out of the car."

Song Qingwen saw the hotel outside through the car window, shook his head, and held on to his seat belt tightly: "No, I'm very tired today."

"Get out of the car." Liang Sheng's voice was a few decibels louder than before. Song Qingwen could only unfasten his seat belt and get out of the car, and slowly followed Liang Sheng into the room.

After entering the room, Song Qingwen's eyelids were heavy, and he stood by the bed with his head down: "Liang Sheng, can you..."

"bath."

Liang Sheng untied his tie, hung his coat on the hanger, and unbuttoned a few collar buttons.

Undeniable, Song Qingwen could only obediently go to the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of water, Liang Sheng lay on the bed, pillowing his arm, listening to the voice inside, he felt some comfort in his heart.

Song Qingwen came out wrapped in a bath towel, his hair was wet and limp and scattered on his forehead, and a few drops of water flowed down the hair to the collarbone and slid down.

Liang Sheng got up and went to the bathroom, took out the hair dryer from it and sat down, plugged it into the power supply by the bedside: "Sit down."

Song Qingwen nodded, and sat next to him subconsciously to get the hair dryer. Liang Sheng pressed his head on his lap: "You lie down for a while, it's not that you're tired."

Liang Sheng's tone was neither cold nor cold, but Song Qingwen could feel that his emotions were not as aggressive as before.

He lay down and rested his head on Liang Sheng's leg. He was a little tired today, so Song Qingwen closed his eyes.

Liang Sheng turned on the hair dryer, and played with Song Qingwen's hair with his fingers. The shampoo smelled ordinary, but it smelled so alluring on him.

Song Qingwen felt his gentle movements, and it was hard to imagine that someone like Liang Sheng would blow-dry his hair thoughtfully.

"If your hair is not dry, you will have a headache when you sleep. Why don't you always know how to take care of yourself?"

Liang Sheng's voice was deep and magnetic, and Song Qingwen was a little touched. No one had said this to him for a long time, and no one would care about how he should live.

When I was a child, my mother was still there, and she would hold herself in her arms.My impression of my mother is very shallow, I haven't left a single photo, and I can't remember her appearance clearly. The only impression is that my mother's hands are full of bruises and scars, and she is dragging such a pair of scars With a tired body, I hug myself to sleep every night.

Song Qingwen unconsciously slipped a tear from the corner of his eye, flowing down the end of his eye to his ear, leaving a faint trace of tears.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly, and Liang Sheng put it beside him: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you crying?"

He looked at Song Qingwen's reddish eyes depressedly, feeling a little at a loss.

Song Qingwen leaned on his leg, opened his eyes and looked at Liang Sheng: "Liang Sheng, you are a very good person."

Hearing this, Liang Sheng was a little secretly refreshed, and then nodded calmly: "Well, you don't need to say that, everyone knows."

Song Qingwen evoked a slight smile, no matter what his relationship with him was, at this moment, Liang Sheng was a very special existence to him, subconsciously he would not be wary of him, and he was willing to face it truthfully he.