Crying Bag Love Guide

Luo Shao turned his head and looked at Fei Yu almost immediately. He was very sensitive to Lin Feng's appearance in front of Fei Yu, and he wished to arrange a wall for the two to separate them forever.

So even the speed of speaking to Lin Feng couldn't help speeding up, thinking about finishing speaking early and ending early: "Why are you here, are you doing anything?"

Lin Feng probably didn't see what the two of them were doing just now. He walked out from behind the wooden wall with no strange expression on his face. He nodded at the two of them with his sunny and handsome face, and took out his script from behind: "Edited, there are a few parts of my appearance here, I always feel that I lacked some experience, a little... Can't express that feeling."

This is what it means to hope that Luo Shao can help him explain the script.

Fei Yu frowned almost immediately: "Do you want him to guide?"

In the production crew, the first-line actors are generally the problem of the assistant director's guidance, and the higher-ranking stars are the problem of the director's guidance. In many cases, the screenwriter is actually not on the crew, and the screenwriter is not filming the main script, how should not let Luo Meng guide Lin Feng to tell the script.

And...

Fei Yu watched Lin Feng staring straight at Luo Meng's eyes, frowning even tighter.

But his expression fell in Luo Shao's eyes, it was simply proof that Fei Yu was jealous. Luo Shao watched him staring at Lin Feng displeasedly. Fei Yu was instantly annoyed by Lin Feng's heart story about why he was not looking for his guidance, and his heart suddenly flustered.

Has Fei Yu started paying attention to Lin Feng now?

But he, who was facing the protagonist's identity, has not yet begun to have trouble, let alone let Lin Feng reflect the warmth of the sun as the protagonist when he rescued the emergency.

How could Fei Yu's emotional progress be so fast?

Luo Shao couldn't understand it, but the current situation hadn't had time to make him hesitate. He almost immediately nodded to Lin Feng: "Okay, if you don't understand anything, just ask."

As soon as he said this, Fei Yu's face on his left was completely black and turned into coke.

But both of them looked down at the script in Lin Feng's hand, and no one noticed Fei Yu's face. Lin Feng turned to one of the pages, pointed to the marked place and asked.

"It's over, why do you feel a little bit less when rehearsing Ruan Linxiu's appearance?"

Luo Shao looked at the script in his hand: "Because he is not only a sunshine boy, but also an arrogant boy who has been spoiled from childhood to adulthood."

"What about the transition at this point?"

"Here Ruan Linxiu actually likes Ye Xing, but he can't accept that he likes men, so he is still struggling."

"Launch, what about here?"

"Ruan Lin—"

"You are too good at compiling, how did you come up with this plot? What about here?"

"Here is..."

Luo Luo didn't actually want to say much at the beginning, but Lin Feng seemed to be really studying his script, which made Luo Luo a little happy, and a bit self-satisfied, especially when Lin Feng was touted, Lin Feng deserves to be He designed the little angel attack, and every word he said was just sweet and sweet. Luo Shao couldn't suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth as he listened to him.

For a moment, I forgot that Fei Yu was still watching, babbling about Lin Feng's heart.

Until—

"Da! Da!"

Fei Yu took the water glass at hand and slammed the armrest of the seat twice.

The voices were so loud that Luoluo and Lin Feng stopped their voices and looked at him sideways at the same time.

Fei Yu kicked away the wet script that he had thrown at his feet, drooping his eyes and tilting his head to look at Luo Shao: "Go, eat."

The tone was full of displeasure.

Luo Shao looked at Fei Yu's expression and thought that Fei Yu was really angry because he was interrupted by the opportunity to talk to Lin Feng. Although a little lost, it was more of the excitement of isolating the two of them from the opportunity to communicate. So he nodded without any hesitation, and looked up at Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng had originally plucked up the courage to find Luo editor to ask about the plot, but he didn't expect Luo Meng to be so easy to talk. He was a little bit embarrassed while he was overjoyed. He looked at Luomeng's face, which was so beautiful that it did not lose to any popular celebrity face in the entertainment industry. The relaxation he had just talked to others disappeared instantly, and the palms of his hands were sweaty when he was nervous.

Quickly waved at Luo Meng and said, "Luo Choi Fei, you guys go to dinner."

As soon as he finished his voice, Fei Yu stood up, moving fast as if he couldn't wait.

Luo Shao nodded to Lin Feng with a smile.

Fei Yu, who was on the other side, heard Lin Feng so witty, and his original frowned brows loosened. The inexplicable irritability just now finally eased, and he lifted his leg and was about to take Luo Shao away.

As a result, I heard Lin Feng's next sentence: "I will look for you when you come back. Will the editor show me the scenes in the book? There are some action descriptions, and I don't seem to be doing well."

Fei Yu: "..."

When Luo Shao heard this, he hesitated.

Although he can write, but he can't act, this is completely beyond the scope of his ability.

Lin Feng also noticed his hesitation, waved his hand and whispered softly, "Either let the editor perform you, or show me the actions in the book. Is this all right?"

The actor has said so, and he is still working so hard to play the role in his play, how could Luo Shao refuse. He nodded after a little thought, "Okay, wait until I finish my meal."

After he promised, Lin Feng turned and left.

Neither of them noticed the growing gloomy face of someone behind them.

When Luo Shao stood up, turned his head, and faced Fei Yuyin's trembling eyes behind his upper body, he was directly frightened and his legs were soft.

Fei Yu stared at him coldly for a while, then said "eat", then turned and walked forward.

Although Luo Shao didn't understand what Fei Yu was angry with, he still breathed a sigh of relief and trot to follow.

In Fei Yu's novels, he always makes a small stove by himself, and lunches are a special meal ordered by himself.

Luo Shao followed Fei Yu back to Fei Yu's sports car. The person who came to deliver the meal had already put the lunch on the small wooden table in the back seat. Luo Shao followed him to sit in the back seat for lunch, a total of seven hot dishes and cold dishes, and the food he ate was better than what he would eat in the hotel on weekdays.

At first, Luo Shao felt nervous and afraid because he was eating with Fei Yu, so he didn't dare to let it go. At the end of the meal, he collapsed in the back seat of Fei Yu's car, too lazy to move.

Coupled with the strong light outside the window, Luo Shao even began to feel drowsy.

Suddenly, I heard Fei Yu speak in a low voice: "The water is on your feet."

Luo Shao's conditioned reflex was about to get up and look at it. As a result, he didn't know what he touched, and his feet suddenly felt cold.

He quickly looked up and found that he had kicked over the mineral water Fei Yu had placed at his feet. A full bottle of water was poured on the back of his shoes, and both of his sneakers were soaked.

Luo Shao didn't have time to think about why the mineral water bottle Fei Yu placed at his feet would be open, so he anxiously took off his shoes and wanted to dry the water on it.

But he was wearing sports shoes, and the water quickly soaked through the uppers, and even the socks suffered. Luo Lao had no choice but to take off all his shoes and socks, revealing a pair of white barefoot, stepped on Fei Yu's back seat to stand up, stretched out his shoes from the car window, and put them on the ground beside the car to dry.

When he bent over and leaned out of the car door to put his shoes on, Fei Yu squinted his head and stared blankly at his hips, which were bent and fully propped up the trousers, and the slender slender exposed under the trouser legs. Ankle. There is a faint pink layer under the white and smooth skin, and it is a little moisturizing under the strong light of early spring.

Just look at—

Want to pinch more traces.

Fei Yu raised his eyebrows and looked at it, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, put one in his mouth, and started smoking. The smoke was wrapped around Fei Yu's stern face, making him more and more inaccessible.

Luo Shao didn't pay attention to how handsome Fei Yu was now. He was full of thoughts about what to do after a while. Now his shoes are wet and uncomfortable to wear, but he has to go to the crew to supervise.

The more Luo Shao thought about it, the more bored he got, and the choking smell of smoke in his breath made his eye sockets moist, and he couldn't help coughing when he talked.

"Or..." He said, "I won't go to supervise in a while..."

Fei Yu's smoking movement stopped instantly, and he turned his head to look at him: "Huh?"

"I'm here waiting for the shoes, coughing, and waiting for the shoes to dry." Luo Shao coughed again immediately.

Fei Yu sneered and threw a cigarette in his left hand out of the window. His voice was lazy and unrejectable: "On this early spring day, your shoes can only be done at night. Do you live here today?"

"..." Luo Shao quickly raised his head to look at him, feeling helpless himself: "What should I do."

Fei Yu put his arm on the car window and tilted his head to look at Luo Shao with his chin. His eyes rose from Luo Shao with slightly curly hair and fell from the top to his white and pink ankle: "What to do...?"

Ten minutes later—

The start-up time in the afternoon will come soon.

The whole crew began to prepare for work again.

The deputy director looked around and saw no figure of Director Fei and the editor, and was about to call to find someone when he saw Fei Yu walking from outside the house.

She was still holding bare feet in her arms.

Fei Yu was tall and tough. He was held in his arms by his princess, who was just 19 years old and more than 1.7 meters old, looking at only a small one. The ankles and toes exposed from his trouser legs are white and tender, and the toes and ankle bones are still pink. His face flushed slightly and was buried in the arms of the cold-faced Fei Dao. That delicate face was clinging to Fei Yu's sturdy chest because of shame, and it was amazingly beautiful from head to toe.

This is the action, this action is a bit too eye-catching.

Lin Feng, who had been waiting next to Luo Shao's seat, stared blankly at the movements of the two of them. After Fei Yu put Luo Shao in his original position, he said anxiously and said with concern: "You, are you okay? ?"

Luo Shao closed his mouth and looked at him, the heat in Fei Yu's chest still remained on his body, which made him unable to move his mind and could not say anything, but blushed and shook his head.

With one hand on the back of Luo Luo's chair, from the side, it looked like he was holding Luo Luo in his arms. Holding Luo Luo's script in one hand, it seemed that he had caught a glimpse of Lin Feng who had been standing next to him for a long time: "Oh. , You are here too. Luomeng's shoes can't be worn if they are wet, so I can't show you the script."

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