Chapter 59：

Change a set?

He Huan reached out to grab the clothes back, but due to his limited height, he couldn't reach Fitz's raised hand.

"Don't make trouble, give it back to me quickly."

Each of Semir's stage costumes is expensive, and the one that was destroyed in Kesburg still worried Mr. Jiang for a long time.

Fitz's five fingers felt the fabric, which was so thin that it didn't seem real, compared with his own patience that was about to bottom out.

"Change a set."

Both Qi Peng and the costumer had their hearts in their throats. Baba watched his powerful five fingers tightly clutching the priceless clothing, afraid that he would hear the sound of "tearing" the fragile fabric in the next second.

"Are you so old-fashioned?" He Huan was surprised that he didn't even care about this.

"The ones that have just been unearthed have been buried for tens of thousands of years," Fitz said.

He Huan was amused by his serious attitude: "This is a job requirement, just like you will absolutely follow orders to carry out dangerous tasks, and I am the same, and must abide by the contract."

Fitz's lips were tightly pursed, and the air pressure in his body was very low.

He Huan restrained his smile, and said seriously: "Fitz, I have the same attitude as you about work. This is not a game, just talk and go. I respect you, and I hope you respect me."

Fitz looked at him deeply, and He Huan had no intention of retreating.

The atmosphere was tense.

Qi Peng looked back and forth between the two of them nervously, as if he saw the torrential flood scouring the embankment, and the high white wall splashed by the waves covered even the sky.

Time seems to be frozen, and it seems to go fast.

The dressmaker looked at the time on the screen of the smart brain in fear, and the first drop of sweat hit the screen on her forehead, and she had to poke Qi Peng with her elbow.

Qi Peng was startled, and glared at her bitterly, this is the prince, do you want me to hit the gun?

The dressmaker showed him the time in aggrieved manner, Qi Peng's eyelids twitched wildly, and his lips became dry in panic.

What can he do, he can only be a pet lying at the door of the house, waiting for the owner to come home.

Fortunately, He Huan quickly ended the disaster. He said to Fitz: "I haven't told you yet, I will quit the screen after this movie is over. I don't want to leave any regrets about "The Vanishing Cuxing Town."

"Sorry." Fitz immediately put down his hand and returned the costume to He Huan: "I will respect your choice. But I don't mean to let you go, no matter what you do in the future..."

"Thank you, Fitz."

Hearing his thanks suddenly, Fitz regretted his actions just now. He must have offended him, but instead of taking advantage of the situation to denounce him, he thanked him instead.

"I film to fulfill my mother's behest, not my personal pursuit. I still have a lot of unfulfilled dreams. When I give birth to a child, my own life will start again." He Huan smiled gently: "So, You don't have to be burdened by Xiying."

He Huanzhi is not in the entertainment circle. He stayed in this circle and took the initiative to accept Jiang Xintian's scenes, but it was just to get close to Yan Tingyun.

Now that the task is completed, he can leave an everlasting work for the original owner. It can be regarded as an account to the original owner, so he doesn't have to stay in the entertainment industry anymore.

But He Huan did not expect that his decision would have such a big impact on Fitz.

In a daze, he had already been hugged into Fitz's arms violently.

"I know you like acting very much, so you don't need to wrong your hobby for me."

He Huan felt Fitz gently stroking the hair on the back of his head, and heard him promise in his ear: "I will not restrain you in anything you do in the future."

"Thank you..." He Huan was interrupted by Fitz before he could speak.

"Don't rush to say thank you, I respect your choice, but I hope you can also respect my care and concern for you."

Before He Huan could figure out what was going on, he heard a knock on the door.

Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue were standing at the door, looking at him and Fitz with smiles on their faces.

He Huan hurriedly stood out from Fitz's arms, and Fitz greeted the two directors as usual: "Teacher Jiang, Assistant Director Gao."

"Your Highness is being polite."

"Welcome Your Highness to come and guide our crew."

Fitz: "I'm really here to direct the work."

Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue were both in a daze, but they were just saying polite words, do they really want to show off?

He Huan quickly pulled Fitz's arm: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Xintian and Gao Jinyue looked at each other, and they both saw helplessness in each other's eyes. But the prince spoke, and the two of them could only answer along the slope.

"I don't know what instructions you have?"

Fitz: "I don't know if the crew still lacks a substitute?"

"ah?!"

"What did you say?"

…

He Huan was wrapped in a long robe, covering almost from neck to ankle.

Stretching the neck of the goose off the stage, waiting for He Huan's group performance: Meow? Meow? Meow? ?

What about the sex-sensual stunner, or the incarnation of sin and desire? This is in the cos pen holder?

"Ahem, take your seats, start on 3, 2, 1!" Following Gao Jinyue's order, hundreds of group performers with bewildered faces had no choice but to get into the mood.

Until a sentence suddenly came from my ear, I don't know which guy with no wink told the truth: "Yan Yingdi is so awesome, he can let the prince act as a substitute for him!"

Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder they were dressed like this. It turned out that the prince came to declare his sovereignty and forbid others to see the beauty of his own Omega.

I understand, we all understand, Alpha's possessiveness!

But everyone has not forgotten the gossip before, Yan Dayingdi once blatantly pursued He Huan.

Subconsciously, everyone sneaked a peek at Yan Tingyun, just like sunflowers facing the sun.

Oh, the expression on the face of the great film king is as if he has run away from home, like an ice sculpture.

"What are you doing! Concentrate! Don't want money anymore?!" Gao Jinyue held up a trumpet and criticized this group of unprofessional people who eat melons.

On the stage built with the dead branches of Populus euphratica, the bonfire was raging and the red gauze curtains were flying.

He directly skipped the scene where He Huan slowly walked down from the high platform on the second floor, and directly appeared in the floating veil.

He took off the outer robe, and the red gauze was also tightly wrapped around his pure white body, but the red was so bright and eye-catching that his already snowy jade-like skin was dazzling.

The slender legs are taking light dance steps, swaying in the red water like a smart mermaid.

The seductive singing voice and seductive posture are indeed the incarnation of "sin and desire" in the original work.

The desperadoes in Kuxing Town waved their strong arms and shouted the word "Semil".

Gemstones, drugs, and all kinds of valuable things slammed into the stage like hailstones, and the crisp impact sound was endless.

The male protagonist, Bernie, was tied to a wooden stake in the back, and Fitz was used as a stand-in. Because he could not show his face, he could only hang his head.

He Huan removed the headband, his long loose hair wrapped around his back, and the red gauze on his body also fell to the ground.

Bright red and snow white are intertwined, the color of the abyss of evil.

Fitz felt He Huan's approach, and his chin was supported by the other's hands.

He had never seen He Huan's expression like this, like a lost traveler trapped in a mirage, willingly falling into the trap of the beautiful murloc.

As long as the other party smiles, he can give his life.

Fitz was extremely fortunate that he was the one standing here today. It was probably the wisest decision he had ever made in his life.

Then, he saw He Huan pressed his cheek and whispered in a poetic way: "From now on, you are my Alpha."

The slender neck is angled sideways, exposing the glands at the nape of the neck.

He Huan took the initiative to hold his face and put it on his shoulders.

Fitz felt his delicate skin, warm and cool, like the petals of acacia flowers.

"Tag me please."