Life is always strongman lock male [Quick Transmigration]

Cheng Cheng in the next room slept soundly, and when he was woken up by the alarm the next day, he was particularly dissatisfied, moaning under the covers and unwilling to go out.

Who wants to leave the warm and comfortable bed in the cold weather?

However, he was woken up mercilessly later, and Lin Yi made no fewer than five calls urging him to go to the set.

When he went out to close the door, he met Jiang Zhou who had just come out.

Cheng Cheng: "Morning."

Jiang Zhou: "It's getting late."

Cheng Cheng: "You slept well yesterday... You have so heavy dark circles, what did you do last night?"

Jiang Zhou: "... regret it."

Cheng Cheng was a little confused: "What?"

Jiang Zhou ignored him, and walked ahead with his shoulders slumped, looking in a trance.

……

After filming continuously for more than a month, the crew moved to a deep mountain and old forest in Sichuan after finishing the scenes here.

Jiang Zhou's bathing scene is arranged in a cold pool here.

The book said it was a cold pool, so Zhou Bai found a cold pool abruptly when he was still alive. When it was cold, Cheng Cheng stretched his hand into it to feel it. When he touched the water, he trembled and stretched out his hand. It was already red and hot.

He shook his head, went up to Zhou Baisheng and asked, "Are you filming or murder?"

Zhou Baisheng also frowned. After all, some time ago, the progress was delayed. When they came, the temperature here had dropped to a terrible low point. Now that Jiang Zhou was allowed to go in for filming, he felt a little apprehensive.

He was still hesitating, but Jiang Zhou beside him said, "I can shoot."

Cheng Cheng glanced at him disapprovingly: "What can you do? You even put on one more dress than me when you went out this morning. Who gave you the courage to say you can?"

Seeing that he was in a hurry, Jiang Zhou felt a little happy, and said with a smile, "It's okay, we'll be dating soon, don't delay the progress of the crew."

The parties said it was all right, Zhou Baisheng gritted his teeth: "Shoot! All departments prepare first, Jiang Zhou goes to take off his clothes, and we will pass this quickly later!"

Yu Gao watched all this with cold eyes, the more Cheng Cheng did for Jiang Zhou, the more jealous he became, not only Jiang Zhou, but also Li Ming.

The sweet memories of the past mixed with Li Ming's behavior now, fermented the churning dark emotions in Yu Gao's heart to a new height, his fingers turned white with force, and the wooden props creaked in his hands A tooth-piercing sound.

……

Cheng Sheng was sitting in the RV, still expressing concern for his task target.

"The water is really cold, my hands are red from the cold, look! You should delay filming for a few more days, and I will talk to Zhou Baisheng later, and advance my role first, maybe tomorrow will be It's a sunny day, why do you have to suffer?" Cheng Cheng felt that Jiang Zhou was too persistent, and now he seriously doubted that the original owner's psychological shadow on him still existed, otherwise why would he look like a shivering m, looking for tortured things to do? ?

He chattered a lot, Jiang Zhou's left ear went in and out of his right ear, he took off half of his costume, went over to look at Cheng Cheng's hand with a naked upper body and frowned: "Why are you still red?"

As he spoke, he breathed subconsciously into his hand, and after rubbing the heat, he used his big hand to wrap Cheng Cheng's hand that was frozen red, and then looked at Cheng Cheng's other hand exposed to the air, feeling uncomfortable , and then brought that hand in and rubbed it together, only then was I satisfied.

Cheng Sheng: ...

Feeling the constant heat coming from his hands, he hesitated and asked, "Do you have a fever?" He felt that his brain was quite abnormal.

How could Jiang Zhou not understand what he meant, so he glared at him, didn't speak, continued to rub, and let go when he felt that it was about the same.

Cheng Cheng stared at his already warm palm for a while, and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Zhou who had turned around: "You..."

"Are you ready? The seats are ready, you..." Zhou Baisheng's voice stopped in summer.

The moment he raised his head just now, Jiang Zhou's silk pants just slipped down smoothly.