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The calm Luo Wenchuan raised his head and caught a glimpse of a very bright jewel.

Seeing that Luo Wenchuan didn't resist his approach, Fang He immediately beamed with joy: "Mr. Luo, I'm an actor in our crew, Fang He."

"Fang He..."

Luo Wenchuan's eyes fell on the sapphire on Fang He's chest, thoughtful.

Fang He thought that Luo Wenchuan was looking at him, so he smiled shyly: "Others say Mr. Luo is indifferent, but I think Mr. Luo is quite amiable."

"Amiable." Luo Wenchuan has heard many comments over the years, but no one has ever dared to use the word amiable to describe him.

Luo Wenchuan looked at the handsome Omega in front of him, and asked him, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

Fang He was taken aback by these straightforward words, Luo Wenchuan was glamorous and handsome, he had the appearance of a proper literati, and he had to be a top scholar.It's amazing to be able to say that you want to sleep with me.

Luo Wenchuan looked away, and said to him, "I don't like Omega."

"I know, you like Alpha." Fang He said tentatively.

Luo Wenchuan thought about this question carefully, and said in a deep voice, "I don't like it either."

I don't like it either.

I don't like anything, Luo Wenchuan and Song Ling are together, but don't you like him?

What kind of answer is this, so what is Song Ling, a lover, or a tool for catharsis?

Fang He's complexion was not very good, Luo Wenchuan had originally given him the impression of being a little cold, but when he said these words, he was almost ruthless.

He turned his head and glanced at Song Ling in the distance, suddenly feeling a little scary.As outstanding as Song Ling, are they just playthings for people like Luo Wenchuan?

Luo Wenchuan didn't know what Fang He was thinking, and didn't bother to speculate.This person is very simple, so simple that he is a little stupid, not worth thinking about.

However, he is very interested in this gem. A sapphire of this size is very suitable for a brooch or other decorations. In short, it must not be a necklace.

When Song Ling came over, Fang He had already left.

Luo Wenchuan handed the opened drink to Song Ling. Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, took it and said nothing else.

The small movements of the two are easily overlooked on a crowded set, but one person can see clearly.

Director Chen is very optimistic about Luo Wenchuan and Song Ling. If the two young talents become successful, he will be considered a good deed.

It is said that Luo Wenchuan has a cleanliness obsession. This cleanliness must be selective. CEO, it is normal to have a cleanliness obsession. Generally, it is normal for certain people.

Director Chen rubbed his chin thoughtfully.The staff at the side thought that Director Chen was thinking about the script, so they didn't dare to disturb him.

The filming work is proceeding in an intense and orderly manner. This is the first time for Song Ling to film so many scripts.

In the past, it was enough to just show your face. This time, although you were wearing a mask, you didn't lift it up much, but your body movements were not as usual.

It's not easy to express emotions without words. Fortunately, the demon's valet doesn't have too many emotional scenes, and most of the time he just needs to be cool.

In Zhou Luoyang's words, this is a good role suitable for pretending to be aggressive.

At first, Shi Xingyun felt that the second male lead, the demon king, would be more popular with the audience. Now it seems that Song Ling's role should also attract fans, but the male lead is a bit rigid.

As Shi Xingyun thought about it, he suddenly understood Director Chen's intentions.If the male protagonist hadn't been played by someone with a large number of fans like himself, he might not be able to suppress these wonderful supporting roles at all.

To make the best use of everything, Director Chen has to be capable.

The group stayed in Lishan for more than a month before waiting for a snowfall.

This is the first snow of the year.

Luo Wenchuan couldn't fall asleep very early, and when he got up, he saw the white expanse outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, so he went back to bed and prepared to wake Song Ling up to see the snow.

It's still early in the day, Song Ling was still sleepy at the moment after staying up late yesterday for filming.

Luo Wenchuan pushed Song Ling, and the person beside him faltered as if he wanted to say something.

Luo Wenchuan leaned over to listen, only to see Song Ling frowned and snorted in pain: "Ziyou, I hurt..."

Ziyou, I hurt.

These words exploded in Luo Wenchuan's mind in an instant, and the vinegar jar in his heart seemed to be boiling on fire, and the vinegar smell was bubbling all over his body.

What do you mean? Now he really wants to pick up Song Ling and ask him what these words mean.

Why did you call him so kindly, and why did he feel pain?

Luo Wenchuan was thinking so wildly that he didn't come back to his senses until Director Chen sent a call request to Song Ling's terminal.

Almost subconsciously, Luo Wenchuan reached out to answer Director Chen's call request.

"Xiao Song, pack your things and come downstairs. We are going to take pictures of the snow scene today, and we are going to the west."

"Song Ling is still sleeping, let's talk about something after he wakes up."

Luo Wenchuan's words stunned Director Chen, who was counting the props in the car.

The staff ten meters away could also hear Luo Wenchuan's words.

Luo Wenchuan used Song Ling's terminal and said that Song Ling was still sleeping. If you think about this kind of thing for a while, you will know what's going on.For Song Ling, the male number three who descended from the sky, it makes sense for Shi Xingyun and Li Ke to play a role.

"Xiao Song and President Luo..."

"Shh, don't say it."

Shi Xingyun's expression was particularly awkward when he heard the chattering remarks.He didn't understand what Luo Wenchuan meant, let alone what Song Ling meant.These two people have been together for a long time, or did they hook up later.

He clearly said that he was interested in Song Ling, what is Luo Wenchuan doing.

Song Ling slept for a long time, and there was a faint pheromone lingering in his breath.He seemed to be locked in a dream, and it was difficult to wake up.

When he opened his eyes, Song Ling found that his terminal was turned off.

"What time is it?" Song Ling asked.

Luo Wenchuan brought the milk over and said in harmony, "A little."

"a little?"

One p.m.

Song Ling looked at the bright sky outside the window, and his heart skipped a beat.

It's snowing, and the weather forecast says it will snow today. Director Chen told us to gather on time at seven o'clock last night, but he actually slept until the afternoon.

Song Ling turned on the terminal, and more than a dozen missed call requests were displayed on the interface.

The battery level of the terminal is around 80.00%, and it is not an automatic shutdown.Before that, he also missed two alarm clocks.

Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, and asked him, "Why did you turn it off?"

Luo Wenchuan said to Song Ling with an innocent expression, "It keeps ringing, I'm afraid it will wake you up."

"I should wake up, this is my job." Song Ling sat up and carefully read the message from the crew.

The corners of Luo Wenchuan's eyes drooped: "It's okay, I'm the investor, and they won't blame you."

"It has nothing to do with this."

Song Ling has always been a serious person, and respects what he does.It was through his own efforts that he was able to come to this crew and fall into Director Chen's eyes. He didn't want to embarrass Director Chen with these privileges that he didn't have.

"Brother Ling." Luo Wenchuan walked over and hugged the clothed man standing in front of the mirror, and whispered in his ear, "Don't go today, okay, it will snow tomorrow, so we'll shoot tomorrow."

"No." Song Ling pushed away Luo Wenchuan's hand, and said to him, "I said this is my job."

"Brother Ling doesn't have to work, and I can support you." Luo Wenchuan's movements became more and more presumptuous, and his hands went into Song Ling's shirt again.

Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan's anxious look in the mirror, and suddenly felt a little tired.

"Wen Chuan, I have already said that this is my job, have you heard?" Song Ling was a little anxious, he had already missed a morning, and he didn't want to miss another afternoon.

"I heard that, so what, Brother Ling, why don't you give me a job. If you want to be popular, I can praise you, and you don't have to look at Director Chen." Luo Wenchuan said what he thought was good for Song Ling, but he never thought about it. A few words like this are about to irritate a well-educated person.

It was probably because Luo Wenchuan was so able to confuse people with his weak posture that Song Ling almost forgot how he got into this circle.

"Do you think I want to be popular?" Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, with disappointment and struggle in his eyes.

He has never been a person who cares about fame and fortune, so how could he covet whether he is popular or not.

Luo Wenchuan still didn't understand him.

"I have to go..." Song Ling said finally.

"Brother Ling, don't leave, okay?" Luo Wenchuan pulled Song Ling's wrist.

For some reason, he just didn't want Song Ling to leave.Every time Song Ling chose to consider the mission and other people first, this time he wanted Song Ling to choose him.

As long as Song Ling chose him, he would give him anything.

He doesn't have to care who Song Ling was with before.Just once, he hoped that Song Ling would come to his side voluntarily.

"Wen Chuan, you should grow up."

Three years passed like water without a trace in front of Luo Wenchuan, he still did not consider the consequences as before, and did not grow at all.

He is like a child eager to get his favorite toy, he insists on embracing it immediately, he can't wait for a minute and a second, and he doesn't know what it means to have a bright future.

What Luo Wenchuan did in the name of liking made Song Ling's heartache for him gradually turn into tiredness.

Luo Wenchuan's possessiveness is too strong and willful, if this person can't grow up, they won't last long either.

"Brother Ling..." Luo Wenchuan felt that Song Ling had made up his mind to go, and hurriedly embraced his waist from behind, "Brother Ling, can't you stay with me, just for a day?"

The smell of pheromone spread out, exactly the same as Song Ling's dream.

"You released pheromone to me." Song Ling turned around, looked at the person in front of him and said something.

This sentence is more like a question than a question.

Luo Wenchuan was able to control his pheromones freely, and it was easy to use pheromones to affect his sleep.His biological clock has always been very accurate, and he seldom slept until the afternoon. It was Luo Wenchuan who deliberately released interfering pheromones, which made him sleepy until now before he struggled to wake up.

Luo Wenchuan didn't think about how many things he would miss and how many unnecessary troubles he would have when he woke up right now.

He has always been, always has been.

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Come on, it's a little late today——