Keeping A Loyal Dog Is Not As Good As A Loyal Dragon

When You Chuan returned to the bedroom of his suite, Li Zhiqing was sitting cross-legged on the bed, with the Melaleuca box set aside, and the mango on the surface did not move.

He took the cellphone, and slowly put it out with a refreshing and gentle tone. It was a pity that it was broadcast through WeChat voice messages, which would inevitably add some noise, otherwise it would sound cleaner.

"Does it sound good?" Li Zhiqing called him in and looked at him with his eyes bent.

You Chuan said "um" and glanced at the box of Melaleuca: "Why don't you eat it?"

"This box is too big, I can't finish it at night, I want to change a small box." Li Zhiqing just wanted to get out of bed to change it, but she happened to receive this news, so she didn't move.

"I didn't buy a small box." You Chuan sat on the bed and said to him while smoothing his hair, "It's okay, I'll help you if I can't finish eating."

Li Zhiqing chuckled twice, moved to You Chuan's side, and shared his food with him.

After playing the voice message again, Li Zhiqing poked his fingertips up again: "This is the piece to be used in the movie. It feels pretty good."

You Chuan bit the spoon that was handed to his mouth, and simply took the box in his hand, intending to let Li Zhiqing eat enough first.

Li Zhiqing put the phone on his lap, the things were taken away, and his hands suddenly became free.

He raised his eyes to see You Chuan, a spoonful of cake had been fed, Li Zhiqing passively bit down, and couldn't help smiling: "I have hands."

You Chuan didn't speak, raised his chin and pointed at the phone on his knee.

Li Zhiqing took the phone in his hand and played, but didn't notice that every spoonful of fresh mango pulp that You Chuan fed him.

"Uncle Jiang is too hard. I only found out two days ago that he closed work every night and worked overtime with the later stage." Li Zhiqing said, "It is estimated that after we finish, the finished product will be available soon."

Some crews will also rush to the late stage when the New Year's Eve is approaching, in order to try to catch the tail of the Spring Festival stalls and strive for more box office.

But Jiang Ping's goal is bigger. He wants to participate in the Rick International Film Festival at the end of this year.

Founded in the early 20th century, Rick Film Festival is one of the most influential film festivals in the world. It is scheduled to be held in early January every year for seven days. It opens on Monday and closes on Sunday. The selected films are limited to works that have not yet been released.

Jiang Ping did not dare to enter the main competition unit to compete for the highest award. He just wanted to be able to participate in the non-competition exhibition, to set the film for the golden light, and attract more audiences.

Li Zhiqing couldn't help sighing when he thought of this, and his heart sank.

Jiang Ping told Li Zhiqing that when he wanted to participate in the Rick Film Festival, he was afraid that he would misunderstand that he cares about his reputation. He explained a few more words: "I don't want everyone to work overtime with me, but there is no way. If you can't do it this year, you have to wait until next year. Can't wait."

The topic of this movie is too heavy. Not only is the state strictly censored, but the masses who often go to the cinema to consume are unwilling to spend money on this theme, and even those who watch the gun version don’t want to download it.

The content in the movie is a thorn in the society. It is deeply pierced and painful. Everyone knows that it should be pulled out and handled properly, but everyone instinctively avoids it.

"They may admit that this is a good movie worth seeing, but they may not go to it." Jiang Ping smiled bitterly at the time. "But usually people don't pay attention to it. People who are able to pull out thorns How can there be pressure, thinking about solving the problem quickly."

Most people will only speak in anger after the relevant news is released, and it will not take long for them to calm down again.

Many works or activities surfaced during this peaceful time, and then slowly sink to the bottom because no one cares. Over time, calm becomes true calm, leaving only a short-term infinite loop after the victim appears.

Jiang Ping just wanted to make this film not sink too fast by being shortlisted for the film festival.

"I don't know why, I have a kind of fascinating confidence in our movie." Li Zhiqing and Jiang Ping finished talking and put down the phone. "Even if the deadline of the film festival is not met, it will not be unfamiliar for long."

The details of the script are horribly truthful. It is something that only people who have experienced it can accurately express it. The human abduction and selling in ordinary people's perception is nothing but fur.

You Chuan nodded as a response.

He slowed down when he saw Li Zhiqing took a bite, and he was not so interested at the beginning. He guessed that the other party should have eaten almost, and only fed him the last few pieces of mango.

Li Zhiqing swallowed the result and said, "No more."

He glanced at the time and said, "I'll go brush my teeth."

"Yeah," You Chuan temporarily put the box down, pulled down the rubber band on his wrist and spread it with his fingertips, helping Li Zhiqing to loosen his hair.

When Li Zhiqing came back from the bathroom, You Chuan had already settled the half-box of Melaleuca. Although his face was expressionless, Li Zhiqing could see that You Chuan moved the corners of his mouth unnaturally.

"What's wrong?" It was the first time Li Zhiqing saw You Chuan uncomfortable.

You Chuan threw the empty box into the trash can and looked at him helplessly: "...tired."

He fed all the mangoes to Li Zhiqing, not even the interlayer left. When he ate it by himself, there was almost nothing left in the box. Without the neutralization of the fruit, it was indeed easy to get greasy.

At that time, Li Zhiqing only focused on communicating with Jiang Ping, but didn't notice these little movements of You Chuan. He poured a glass of water for You Chuan: "It's fine if you don't like it or not, how can you force yourself to finish eating."

You Chuan took two sips, and his mouth was much more comfortable.

With half a box left, if he doesn't eat it, Li Zhiqing will definitely put it in the refrigerator and continue tomorrow.

There is not a piece of fruit in it, and Li Zhiqing will get tired after eating it. It might as well be solved by him. If he wants to eat, he will eat other boxes.

Li Zhiqing felt that his expression was a little cute just now, and he stretched out his hand to hook his neck, and the tip of his tongue swept across You Chuan's lips.

You Chuan's body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes and breathing became hot at the same time.

"It smells like butter," Li Zhiqing touched the tip of his nose, and he could directly kiss him a little closer. He smiled at You Chuan closely, "sweet."

The ups and downs of You Chuan's chest increased, restraining Li Zhiqing's waist and hips, and took a bite at the corner of his mouth.

Li Zhiqing bit back unceremoniously, his smile deepened: "I will rest tomorrow."

This sentence is obvious and thorough.

You Chuan kneaded a few times behind his waist, with his eyelids lowered, as if he was looking at his own prey in time.

Li Zhiqing met his gaze, waited for a while before seeing You Chuan's movements, and was about to say something. The whole person suddenly hung in the air, and then his lips and teeth were seized by looting, and his body was quickly sandwiched between the bedding and You Chuan.