Host, You're Targeted

One day, in order to create a tragic situation after the explosion, the set was full of dust, and the inhalable particles in the air seemed to make friends hand in hand.

Xu nianyuan and Xu Wenyao finished shooting in the dust for half an hour. They helped each other and walked out of the dust. The first words they said were:

Xu asked Yao, "brother, do you take a picture of yourself?"

The two assistants who were going to take care of them and the dresser with tools to make up stopped.

Xu nianyuan looks at Xu Wenyao with the eyes of a fool and asks again to make sure that he has heard nothing wrong.

"Are you sure?"

Xu asked Yao naively nodded, "to duck!"

Xu nianyuan resisted the impulse of swearing and pointed to the two of them. "Do you think it's appropriate to have a look at the ghost appearance of the two of us now?"

The voice of this sentence was a little loud. When people around heard Xu nianyuan say this, they all looked up to see the two of them now.

Even Xie Qin, who just confirmed the scene in front of the camera, couldn't help looking up.

At this time, Xu nianyuan and Xu Wenyao, because they shot the scene of camouflage and sneak into the scene, they were wearing private clothes. Because they had been in the dust for a long time and the need for modeling authenticity, their black hair was quickly turned into fashionable and fashionable grandma's gray, and their tattered clothes were actually worn out by stylists.

If we have to count the only clean place on two people's faces, that is, the black eyes that seem to be protected from dirt by some kind of boundary.

Xu nianyuan thinks it's hard to believe that although they eat by their faces, their dishevelled appearance is definitely not a black history?

But Xu Wenyao doesn't care. Anyway, the video has been shot in all directions. What's the problem with taking another picture?

"What's the matter between us now?" Xu asked Yao to bring his mobile phone to show his intention year. "Anyway, when it comes to broadcasting, fans will cut them into expression bags. Let's take two good-looking pictures for commemoration! brother! Come on

Xu nianyuan:

"Don't worry about whether you are very ugly now. Since you have set foot on the road of actor, you must have the consciousness of abandoning the burden of idols. Besides, when did you carry the burden of idols after so many years of your career?" Xu Wenyao did not know whether he was praising him or scolding him, but the last one must be from the heart.

"Anyway, Mr. Xu, you look so good-looking. Taking a black self-image must be different from ordinary people. Come on! Miss Xu! "

Xu Wenyao likes to call him "teacher Xu" whenever he flatters him or teases him. He usually says "brother" or "brother" to the right when he is free.

Compared with the sentence "teacher Xu" in Xu Wenyao's mouth, Xu nianyuan is much simpler. He can't call Xu Wenyao "younger brother". Occasionally, he will call his name "Xu Wenyao" when he is angry. Generally, he calls him "teacher Xu" when he is free.

It sounds like the usual flattery and flattery in the entertainment industry, but it's actually a little fun between them.

Xu nianyuan touches him. Xu Wenyao's soft ears are rubbed by his eloquent mouth, and he comes to him.

"It's OK to shoot, but Mr. Xu, I'll tell you not to choose the ugliest one."

Xu asked Yao to open the mobile phone photo software, looking at the picture of the two men straight smile, "got it, Mr. Xu."

So, that night, "Xu nianyuan, Xu Wenyao, group photo and double kill" was once again on the hot search.

But the party concerned, because the whole body was covered with dust, could not be washed clean, two people took a bath in the suite several times in turn, and just ground a good evening.

When the assistant delivers the night snack they need for the play, they find that Xu Wenyao and Xu nianyuan are already sleeping together on the sofa with the script.

Xu nianyuan sat on the sofa with his chin on his back and put his head on the edge of the sofa. Because he had taken several baths, his hair was still wet.

Xu Wenyao lies on the sofa with his head resting on Xu nianyuan's legs. With his side face toward Xu nianyuan's waist, he folded his hands on his abdomen and held the unfolded script under his hand.

Maybe it's because they have taken too many baths and their faces are flushed. It seems that they have just been fumigated by hot water, and their fair skin, which has been deliberately maintained, is also suffused with light pink.

The picture is so beautiful that it makes people fantasize.

Sun Zhenhe quietly adjusted the height adjustable cushion of the sofa to let Xu nianyuan lie on his back, so that he would not feel uncomfortable when he got up the next morning. He also found a pillow for Xu nianyuan to rest on.

This series of actions have just been completed. Xu Wenyao, lying on his leg, seems to feel something, whining in his sleep.

Xiang Nian, who wanted to cover him with quilts, stopped and looked nervously at the artist who had been hanging Weiya for a long time today. He was afraid that it would disturb his dream.

Next, Xiang Nian and Sun Zhen see Xu nianyuan, who has been pillowed on his thigh and has no regrets, reaches out and touches Xu Wenyao's head, as if to placate him.After being pacified by Xu nianyuan's rubbing his head, Xu Wenyao turns over and lies on his side in the direction of Xu nianyuan's head.

Xiang Nian and Sun Zhen no longer disturb their rest. They cover them with quilts, and then turn up the temperature of the air conditioner in the room to make sure that they won't catch cold for two nights. Then they close the door and leave the room.