He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

The follow-up filming went very smoothly. Although Shen Mo's name is flying in the outside world, his professionalism is indeed very high. Every film he shoots hits the heart every minute, at least in the eyes of ordinary people like He Twilight. The best ones can all be enlarged and printed directly.

Silence is also very tangled. Comparisons caused by perfectionism are always easy to make people picky and irritable. In the end, the editor-in-chief Tong Xinran, who came to plan to conduct this interview in person, made the decision directly when he came over.

He Muguang's make-up hadn't been removed yet, so he put on makeup powder and straightened his clothes, and sat down with Tong Xinran to prepare for the interview.The most entertaining part of the interview will be videotaped, and when the magazine is about to come out, it will be posted on the official Weibo to stir up some enthusiasm.

"Twilight, have you read the question before? Do you have a question?" Tong Xinran sat in this position as a professional woman, and she was naturally imposing.The queen-colored lipstick is even more ostentatious, and even soft words make people feel awe-inspiring.

"No." The interview questions are okay, at least there are no deliberately digging holes.

"Okay, let's start the interview."

"The filming of "Ji" is over, do you have any plans recently?"

"Well. There are no major arrangements for now. I hope to find a good book and make another movie."

Tong Xinran expressed his understanding and nodded. "I see that your work has always been very full, and this year is coming to an end. The timetable you announced seems to be less than a month's vacation after deducting the working hours. Is this planning to be re-elected as the title of 'Model Worker in the Entertainment Industry'? "

"So I'm starting to take a vacation now, and I may continue to adjust the relationship between work and life in the future. I can bring good things to everyone, and this kind of work is still very fulfilling."

"Oh," Tong Xinran smiled brightly. "Then what will Mr. He, who is going to leave the model worker group, plan to do in the next year? Cultivate some hobbies, or change the current emotional life?"

"I don't need to cultivate hobbies anymore. I already have a lot. Play Super Mario and Tetris, watch football games, eat, and sometimes do math problems."

"What about feelings?"

Relationship status..." He Muguang propped his chin up and thought about it seriously, the memories of being with He Shu flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but bend his eyebrows, "It will remain the same as it is now. "

……

The recording camera was turned off, and Tong Xinran took out the recording pen again, and the next ones were to be put in the magazine.

In fact, actors—unless they are particularly fond of this aspect and can be embossed—are often not too deep fashion topics in fashion magazines. Sometimes they are not as good as models. I almost fell asleep after watching the show and pretending to be so utterly indifferent.But everyone knows it well, and won't embarrass anyone too much.

After He Muguang finished his work, he pointed to the props next to him while removing his makeup and asked, "Hey, this one, can you give me a pair?"

The prop master hadn't spoken yet, but Shen Mo, who was installing his precious camera, raised his head and smiled, expressing his ambiguous and flirting vibes, clearly showing his malicious intentions. "Here you are, I hope you can make the most of it."

He Muguang was calm in the face of his hints, and only said thank you, blocking all the flirtatious things out.

Coming out of the building, he and Zhou Gu ran into a few girls, signed autographs and took a group photo, and heard one of them ask, "Xiao Jin, how is He Shu?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and answered before Zhou Gu planned to stop him, his voice was brighter than the winter sun. "he's good."

When Mr. He Shu returned home that night, he didn't find He Twilight again in the living room or other places, so he went straight to the bedroom, and then froze at the door.

The man was sleeping on his side on a Mediterranean-style bed covered with dark blue sheets, like some kind of amazing sea animal sleeping on the bottom of the sea.He was barefoot, the protruding bones of his ankles were wrapped in skin, and the tight black trousers were artificially torn to a shocking extent against the exposed skin.The well-fitting shirt was buttoned up, and it was so thin that it was almost transparent white, revealing the veins of the texture.

His eyes were covered with a layer of black lace, and the ribbon that grew out was tied from the back of his head and then ran aground on the bed. One hand was casually covering his forehead, and the other hand was handcuffed to the iron carved pattern at the end of the bed by delicate silver handcuffs. over the beam.

Neither of them are shy people who have no need for desire, and they usually have a lot of fun, such as teacher-student play, all kinds of uniform temptations, etc. He Twilight's self-interpretation is always open The interest is high, but today this... Reason tells him that it seems a bit too much, but the eyes under the control of sensibility all fall on that person and lock him firmly.

It's really... going crazy.

He Muguang didn't fall asleep in the first place, but now one hand was stroking with astonishing heat, which naturally affected the change of breathing. He wanted to sit up from the bed, but forgot that he was cuffing one hand, and brought the handcuffs to hit him. With a crisp sound, a red mark was pressed on the wrist.

He Shu frowned and stopped, "Where's the key?"

He Muguang has been thinking for a long time about what to say in the first sentence since he trapped himself and planned to play a game of emotional content, similar to "Brother, I'm afraid." "Brother He Shu, you can treat me roughly "Hey, let's play something exciting." "I want you." I have thought about it, but it is completely useless at the moment.I had to reply, "It's in the bedside cabinet."

This is really different from what he imagined.

The lace was so thin that it could only cover a little light, and the clarity was barely enough for him to see He Shu looking for the key clearly. He called He Shu slowly and softly, but the other party didn't reply, but just took the key to help him. He opened the handcuffs, with no expression of joy or anger, in short, he was very tense.

"What? You don't like this?" He Muguang asked while watching the other party uncuff the handcuffs, "Impossible, your breathing is messed up, and your eyes look wrong, □□ play, what number, I won't I believe you don't like..."

He Shu undid the handcuffs, but then unexpectedly He Twilight clasped his two hands together and clasped them again with handcuffs.He pressed him on the bed with his whole body, and with the heat blowing, he kissed his eyelids through the black lace, "Of course I like it."

He took off the lace, looked directly at his eyes and kissed again, his eyes were like torches, as if there were bright sparks burning slowly, "Mr. He volunteered to be my captive, imprisoned, imprisoned, and obedient to me. dislike."

He Muguang smiled and wanted to cling to the other party's neck, but was restrained by the handcuffs, so he could only hold each other and speak directly. "I don't have a job these days."

He Shu rubbed his lower lip with his fingers, "Twilight, are you hinting at me?"

"Otherwise. Good brother, don't you..."

Lips and teeth are invaded, breath is robbed.

The small friction sound and wet water sound brought by the contact of clothing materials are infinitely amplified in the silent environment.

The sweaty hair sticks to the cheeks and neck, and the shirt fits tightly to the skin, making He Muguang feel a sticky feeling.

"He Shu...uh...help me take off my clothes..."

"good,"

How many hands touched and kneaded|kneaded through the fabric, this hazy beauty reflected the faint pink and two dark reds in the skin.Beautiful and fragile, it will always make people have the desire to abuse, and want to see the true meaning of destructionist aesthetics.

"This is also very nice."

He Muguang felt that his body was being smashed and reshaped over and over again. His soul escaped from his body, taking his thoughts away, leaving only his senses to dominate, and became the only carnival and noisy resident of this city.

When it was over, his mind went blank for a moment, his whole body was limp and weak, his bones were broken, and he didn't even want to take a bath. Even the neck that he usually paid attention to not to leave any traces was ambiguous.

"What number," he said, his voice was so hoarse that even a shameless person like himself blushed, and couldn't help turning into anger from embarrassment. "I really can't get out of my throat."

He Shu's gaze was on his wrist, and the intense collision caused muscle tension and unconscious movements, which made the red marks on his wrist more obvious, and even a little bit of the outer skin was rubbed off.I still need to take the medicine and rub it later. "Then don't go out."

"If you don't go to work, you support me?" He Muguang answered by himself after asking, "But you really should support me. Besides me, who else can let you do this and bring your own props?"

"Twilight," He Shu kissed the back of his neck, "If you say that again, I really want to lock you up and not let you out, only for me to see."

Just as He Muguang was about to tease the other party's excessive possessiveness, he heard the other party continue to say, "But I know it can't be like this. Just like some people who collect art, they want to keep it well and protect it, and don't be caught by time." To spend time with the air, but also reluctant to let it be dusty like that, I want to exhibit it so that everyone can take a good look at it.”

He Muguang was silent for a moment, didn't he do the same with He Shu?

He wants to keep him, but he is unwilling to trap him. His entanglement and struggle gradually intensify as the other party becomes more and more known. Even he himself feels that it seems to be between Madonna and paranoia. .

"How much...you have to put away the handcuffs."

"Huh?" He Muguang closed his eyes, feeling the light passing through the eyelids and leaving a strange halo similar to orange-red, and said word by word, "This way, it's convenient to lock me up anytime."

The one whom I have imprisoned under my name weeps in prison.

But I don't want to let him go.

I want to find someone to be with him, so that he will not be alone, so that he will not cry.

I chose carefully, finally chose, and trapped myself in that prison.

I heard that the future is unpredictable