Crying Bag Love Guide

On the other side, Fei Yu walked to a small house more than 500 meters away from the crew, holding Luo Shao half-armed and half-framed.

For the purpose of filming, their crew packed everything here. Although it is a campus romance script, the first scene filmed today is the scene where the protagonist Ye Xing leaves from home to go to school to report. The priority is to film Ye Xing's poor family.

So the surrounding houses look old and dilapidated.

Fei Yu found a yard with no one, and directly pushed Luo Shao into it.

The old houses all have thresholds. Luo Shao didn't pay attention to the thresholds. He tripped over and rushed forward. Just when he thought he was about to touch the ground, his back was grabbed quickly, and then the whole person was picked up with one hand and placed firmly on the ground.

Luo Shao felt a little bit in his heart, and as soon as he turned his head he saw Fei Yu with a sloppy face and withdrawing his hand.

Fei Yu lifted his drooping eyelids and looked at him faintly: "I can't stand steady just by holding you?"

Luo Shao's face was flushed and he never went down: "///__///"

Because of Fei Yu's words, the red marks on the end of his eyes became more intense, making his face even more beautiful.

Fei Yu hugged his arms and looked down at him. The slightly raised chin made his arrogant and domineering aura more obvious. "Or, do you deliberately want me to hold it?"

"I... I didn't..."

"I was deliberately annoyed this morning, right." Fei Yumeifeng looked at him lofty and awe-inspiring, and Luo Shao's feet were faint with the blatant aura on his body.

"No—" He just wanted to refute, but was interrupted again.

"I'm still in the crew, I can't wait to seduce me," Fei Yu tilted his head, with a sloppy and arbitrary aura in his eyes as if Luo Shao was enveloped in the shadow, "Looking pure on the surface, my heart bends a lot. You. I have seen a lot of people like this."

Luo Shao originally had a red cloud on his face, but when he heard Fei Yu's last sentence, his face instantly paled.

He was a little embarrassed, his lips trembled, and he suffocated a sentence for a long time: "...I don't have one."

Fei Yu squinted at him.

Luo Shao is now like a sunny day with the red clouds faded, revealing a bit of pitiful whiteness.

Those eyes really misted up because of his two words, and the dull eyes in Fei Yu's eyes flashed past. In the blink of an eye, he concealed his secret and malicious mind, and took a step forward and closed the door behind him.

The two were instantly shut by Fei Yu inside the gate of the dilapidated courtyard.

This is a yard used for TV shooting, surrounded by gray mud walls, dilapidated and dilapidated. And the yard is very spacious, so spacious that it almost seems empty. When Luo Shao heard the sound of the door being locked, he couldn't help shaking twice, and a chill rushed into his body from his trouser legs, causing him to get goose bumps.

"You...um!"

Before he finished his words, Fei Yu lifted his collar and pressed it to the door. The two of them immediately turned around. Fei Yu pressed on Luo Shao, their bodies pressed tightly, and the chest undulations could be clearly felt while breathing.

Luo Shao's pale face suddenly stiffened, he seemed to feel something and wanted to look down.

Fei Yu pinched his chin and lifted it vigorously, and was forced to look at the man.

The deserted courtyard was extremely quiet, and only the rapid breathing of two people could be heard around. The place pinched by Fei Yu seemed to be burned by flames, and Luo Shao couldn't help but want to struggle.

But then he heard a sound of the zipper being opened, and the sound made his subconscious heart jump.

Before Luo Shao could react, he felt his hand being held and pressed somewhere.

……..【Delete, delete, delete】……..

After waiting for a long time, Luo Luo almost felt a little pain in his hands before he got wet and his palm was covered with something.

He was more excited than the person involved, his chest was violently ups and downs, his feet were unsteady, and his mind was blank.

Looking up at Fei Yu's lazy and sluggish face because of his comfort, his eyes were a little straightened.

Fei Yu took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his hands, and threw his son's paper on the ground with a wave of his hand. Seeing Luo Shao's still sluggish expression, the man raised his eyebrows and sneered, then raised his hand to pat his face.

"Don't you like me?" Fei Yu raised his chin again. After venting, the man with a satiated and languid color seemed much more peaceful than usual.

He squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Shao, separated his right thumb from his limbs, and half-squeezed Luo Shao's face from bottom to top. Looking at Luo Shao’s forced puffed face, and the red lips pouting because of his actions, his voice was **** and hoarse, but the content of his words was not as expected: "This expression Show it to whom."

Fei Yu's face awkwardly aroused. When he squeezed Luo Shao's face, he could clearly feel the delicate white and tender skin of the other party, which reminded him of Luo Shao's gentle and smooth palm just now.

He was about to speak again, and the little crying bag in front of him had already gripped his right hand with both hands, while pulling it hard while speaking with a nasal voice, "Do you...like me...?"

As soon as he said this, Fei Yu's mouth suddenly stopped.

Luo Shao looked at him expectantly.

He doesn't know that Fei Yu's mouth is poisonous, after all, this is his personal setting. But in his novels, Fei Yu has never been ambiguous with people, and there is no plot of such close contact.

But now Fei Yu has not only moved his hands and feet, but also not once or twice.

Luo Shao couldn't help but guess that Fei Yu liked him, but denied it!

This thought made the smile at the corner of his mouth unstoppable, and the blush at the end of his eyes became more and more beautiful. All the words that Fei Yu had been sarcastically twisted and twisted just now were all left behind, and his eyes were full of strange looks.

But he didn't wait for Fei Yu to admit it.

"I don't like crying bags." Fei Yu's lazy voice fell sharply, "After "Starlight" was released, our fake relationship was terminated according to the agreed official announcement." He spoke much faster than usual. If you listen carefully, you can vaguely perceive the sharpness of annoyance like a pet cat being molested by someone.

But Luo Shao had just arrived in this world and was not yet familiar with Fei Yu's previous words. The smile on the corner of his mouth froze immediately, and the look in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Fei Yu didn't know what was going on. He obviously said what he wanted, but when he said it, he didn't feel happy at all. He can even be regarded as a little anxiously loosening the grip of Luo Shao's hand, stepping back two steps to open the distance from Luo Shao, deliberately lowering his voice, and taking the lead in opening the courtyard door and walking out: "Go back."

The original ambiguous atmosphere in the courtyard disappeared with Fei Yu's words, Luo Shao lowered his head and silently followed Fei Yu's footsteps.

The two did not speak again until they returned to the crew.

The crew of the crew are not fools either. Seeing the stiff atmosphere of the two of them, they all think they understand something.

Luo Meng, the screenwriter, was actually bullied by Director Fei.

Director Fei was too ruthless. Everyone looked at Luo Shao with his head down beside Fei Yu. They only felt that no other actor looked as good as Luo Meng's screenwriter. Even the small ears hidden in the hair looked charming and charming. The flowers, how can Fei Dao get his hands on bullying people!

Fei Yu didn't know why, but he felt even more irritable.

He originally thought that Luo Shao Taishang Gang was online. He was originally a man to help out, so he wanted to break their previous agreement and become a real couple?

He felt that he had done the right thing clearly. It's just that he obviously got rid of a trouble, but now his heart is like an ant crawling past, itchy and uncomfortable.

This strange feeling made Fei Yu's steps uncontrollably speed up, thinking about walking toward his seat quickly.

But just as soon as he speeded up his pace, the little crying bag behind him suddenly ran to him and grabbed Fei Yu's sleeve.

He was thin and weak, and naturally he couldn't catch Fei Yu, and he was dragged forward and staggered two steps.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Luo did not wait for Fei Yu to stop, he tiptoeed his shoulders, pressed to his ear and quickly said: "You will like me!"

The voice was soft and firm, and the speed of his speech was extremely fast. There was no time for Fei Yu to argue, so he left for a long time, trotting back to his original seat.

Only Fei Yu stood alone, the always strong and nasty aura on his face solidified, staring at the back of the crying bag sitting tightly and silently.

The staff watching the play next to each other blinked, and didn't realize what was going on for a while.

Are they arguing or flirting?

They were still guessing. Suddenly, Fei Yu's swish gaze floated over.

Several people hurriedly lowered their heads to work again, and from the side of their eyes, they saw Fei Yu staying in place for a while before moving towards the director position next to Luo Bian.

It's just that the pace is much slower than before, and I don't know why, it seems a bit...dull.

There is a sense of reluctance.

The attendants smacked their lips and shook their heads full of envy.

This year, the real drought, the death of drought, the death of waterlogging, the death of waterlogging, the appearance of Luo Meng's screenwriter, and the pair of long legs are good everywhere. If Luo Meng is their object, they are all happy, and only the incomprehensible style of Director Fei Yu will have a cold face.

Fei Yu looked at the crying bag sitting in front of him, and finally walked to his position for a long time, and sat down with Erlang's legs tilted, raising his left arm to support his chin.

After sitting around his neck for a long time, he squinted at Luo Meng on the right.

But seeing the crying bag buried his head deeply, the little one was sitting curled up on the chair, and from his point of view, he could only see the other party's white and blushing earlobes.

This crying bag must be terribly uncomfortable in my heart.

Fei Yu thought to himself, Luomeng likes what she likes, and she was coldly rejected by him just now. Maybe she hid her tears when she lowered her head.

And just grabbed his collar and ran away, absolutely afraid that he would refuse him again.

Fei Yu thought so, and the left arm that had been propped up was put down and turned to support the chin with his right arm. Originally, the upper body and the crying bag were separated by half a meter, and instantly became only a few fists apart.

As he breathed, the smell of citrus washing powder on Luo Meng's body was caught in Fei Yu's breath. The man raised his finger and rubbed the tip of his nose. The raised Erlang's leg was put down and changed to another leg, but it was not pulled. Open distance.

But he sat for a long time, until the assistant director in front had already looked back at him and indicated that he could start filming, but Luo Meng did not look up at him.

Fei Yu's face gradually became gloomy.

How long will this crying bag be uncomfortable!

Didn't he just say a word.

After holding back for a while, Fei Yu finally couldn't help it. He reached out his hand to pick Luo Meng's chin, and forced him to raise his head vigorously.

Luo Shao was taken aback: "What are you doing."

But even though those peach blossom eyes were still flushed, the eye sockets were clean but there was no water mark. Fei Yu looked at it, and his face slowly turned blue: "What are you doing."

"Look at the script," Luo Luo shook the script in his hand: "There are a few things I want to think about."

"..."

Fei Yu's face was chilly, he squeezed his mouth loosened and pinched Luo Shao's hand, turning his head back stiffly.