Chapter 37： I have a "sticky" halo

Only a few days of filming, the crew found that Mo Fan had been targeting Xiang Xiang. Everyone has the sympathy for the weak, but the crew members do not have this kind of goodness to Xiang Jing. Almost everyone knows that Xiang Jing is an actor who brings funds into the group. Such people are not valued by themselves.

Although Mo Fan also relied on Lu Mingyuan's crew, Lu Mingyuan had a lot of love for Mo Fan, and the finishing work was beautiful. No one except the director knew the inside story and thought that Mo Fan had come up for an audition.

Xiang Jing is different. Lu Mingyuan stuffed people into the crew and wiped the shadows behind him clean. On the surface, Xiang Jing is an entertainer who doesn't know which gold master submerged rules. The crew has been contemptuous from the beginning.

However, even though the crew of the crew looked down on Xiang Jing, they couldn't stand someone behind him. In order not to cause trouble, the treatment of the crew is not bad, but if Xiang Jing wants more, I'm afraid he won't get a trace.

Mo Fan is so blatantly trying to make Xiang Jing difficult, and there must be a bigger backing behind it. Mo Fan himself is not a well-known actor. A small artist of the eighteenth line dares to embarrass another artist so much, saying that if he does not rely on it, no one will believe it.

It doesn't matter, it hangs high. This is the mentality of the crew now. Didn't see the director say anything even after being ng so many times?

The filming of the movie is over halfway through time. Mo Fan has been so deliberately opposed to Xiang Jing and feels very tired. No, I don't want to get up on the sofa when I go home this day.

As a result of work, Lu Mingyuan, who was half an hour late, entered the living room and found someone who was sleeping on the sofa.

The young man's eyebrows stretched, his face was lightly tired, and his mental relaxation relaxed his expression, his rosy lips slightly raised, as if he were kissing.

Lu Mingyuan's throat knot rolled gently, suppressing his urge to not wake the teenager. For a long while, the boy frowned slightly, apparently not sleeping on the sofa.

Lu Mingyuan raised a slight regret in his heart, and bent gently to embrace the young man into his arms, copying his hands, and slowly hugged.

The man's chest was wide and warm, and Mo Fan shuddered, and naturally placed his hands on the man's chest.

Looking like a rabbit, Lu Mingyuan's heart softened completely, relying on his youth. When did it become different? It was the sudden heartbeat at that banquet, obviously the same face, but the eyes of the teenager were extremely pure and natural. Those eyes suddenly looked into his heart.

As soon as the boy touched the soft bed, he turned over and hugged the quilt to sleep soundly. Lu Mingyuan glanced at the empty embrace, always feeling something missing.

The boy hugged the quilt and lay on the bed with half of his face hidden in the quilt. A pair of long and thick eyelashes curled up quietly, casting a dark shadow.

Lu Mingyuan didn't look good enough. He leaned down and dropped a light feather-like kiss on the tender pinkish cheeks of the teenager, staring at the teenager's sleeping face with a good look.

Suddenly, the mobile phone rang, Lu Mingyuan hurriedly rang the phone and turned to look at the teenager's face with a rare nervous expression. Seeing that the boy was not woken up by the phone, he was relieved and went out the door with his lips.

"Hey." The caller was Lu Mingyuan's assistant. Lu Mingyuan walked to the end of the aisle, farthest from Mo Fan's room, and then dialed the phone back.

"Mr. Lu, someone vilified Mo Shao on the Internet."

"Detailed."

The assistant shouted. As time went on, Lu Mingyuan's face became harder to look. The assistant at the other end of the phone seemed to feel the air-conditioning, and the voice of the voice went down.

"Mr. Lu, should I find someone to deal with?"

The assistant's tentative words came from the mobile phone. Lu Mingyuan nodded and instructed the assistant to find out the truth of the matter.

Hanging up, Lu Mingyuan immediately followed the relevant remarks on the Internet.

The person who posted this Weibo was a trumpet, claiming to be a crew member, because he couldn't get used to someone behind him, and deliberately made it difficult for the artists in the group to post this Weibo to reveal someone's true face.

Mo Fan's fame was not high at this time. The most fundamental reason to know his name was his delicate face. However, the other protagonist of this incident was Xiang Jing, who was in the fire recently. Therefore, as soon as this Weibo came out, there were thousands of comments soon.

What is right and wrong in the entertainment industry is unclear, Xiang Jingmo Fan is not a star with a huge fan base, and online speech has changed to be objective.

Some people question this as a means of publicizing the new film, and some are angry at the atmosphere of the entertainment industry.

——It is not rumored that Xiang Jing and Lu Mingyuan of Tengyuan Consortium always have a nasty feeling?

——Ote upstairs, Xiang Jing has already clarified that the two have nothing to do with each other.

-Can the stars also believe? Is it true or not?

——If Xiang Jing really has any special relationship with Lu Mingyuan, Lu Mingyuan will let go of this so-called bullying of Xiang Xiang?

——I want to say, it ’s more reliable to say that Lu Mingyuan is Mo Fan ’s gold master

...

Seeing this reply, Lu Mingyuan stared. He hoped that Mo Fan's body could be crowned with his name brightly, and vice versa, as long as people knew that this person belonged to him completely ...

"Click", the door of the room opened in the distance, the footsteps of the teenager from near to far.

Mo Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes, his hair was messy, and he stared at Lu Mingyuan, who turned and stared, a little confused.

Lu Mingyuan glanced greedily from the teenager's lazy face and landed on his fair feet. The teenager did not wear shoes, and his feet that had not seen light all year round were white and transparent, and he could see a faint cyan, and the dark wooden floor was more lined with white soles.

Lu Mingyuan frowned, strode to the teenager and hugged him horizontally. Mo Fan was shocked and put his hand on the man's wide shoulder.

Huh? What's this posture?

"Feel cool without shoes."

The man's low voice came from the top of his hair, and Mo Fan relaxed slightly because of Lu Mingyuan's sudden movement, and let the man hug him back to the room.

"Remember to wear shoes next time."

Mo Fan answered subconsciously.

Lu Mingyuan rubbed his young, soft hair and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm so hungry." Mo Fan rubbed his belly with his hands, his voice revealing a grievance. When he wasn't aware of it, he spewed on the man.

Lu Mingyuan's eyes grew softer, tightening without trace, and he hadn't recovered yet, holding the boy's arms, "Your shoes are below, I'll hold you down."

Mo Fan: Hey? ? ?

Despite understanding the purpose of the man, Mo Fan blushed slightly. At this moment, he didn't even reject it, like a woman being held in his arms by a tall man, and even subconsciously wanted to be closer.

Mo Fan has always liked to follow Lu Mingyuan. He has liked to follow the other person's buttocks since he was a child. He thought it was his brother's longing for his brother. However, with age, this vision suddenly deteriorated. Mo Fan wants to get more, so that he is the only one in the other's eyes and has all of the other.

Put the boy on the leather sofa, Lu Mingyuan crouched down halfway, and put on the slippers to the other person with Mo Fan's small feet.

The foot is one of Mo Fan's keen points. Mo Fan involuntarily shrank and narrowed his legs in an attempt to detach the foot from the man's hand. But the man seemed to hold his hand loosely, but firmly held the cool feet on his hand, making Mo Fan's action unsuccessful.

Such an action actually increased the friction between the hands and feet of the two, and Mo Fan laughed softly and said, "It's itchy, let go quickly, I'll wear it myself."

"Ok?"

Lu Mingyuan raised an eyebrow, and his fingers were lightly flicking. Mo Fan couldn't stop laughing, and the end of his eyes exuded wet feelings.

The boy's tail rises, and the trembling voice, like a cat's claw, catches Lu Mingyuan's heart.

Lu Mingyuan's hand had stopped, but Mo Fan was still laughing. Lu Mingyuan leaned forward, leaning his hands on the side of the teenager who was lying on the sofa because of a big laugh. This posture made Mo Fan's smile abruptly stop.

Mo Fan was a little helpless, and his eyes were chaotic, just not looking at Lu Mingyuan's hot eyes.

"What, what?"

Lu Mingyuan wiped the wet eyes of the teenager with his other hand, but did not leave, rubbing with his fingertips.

Mo Fan didn't dare to move in a stiff body, and the hand that reached the man's chest was tightened, and a wrinkle was found on the other's flat clothes.

The boy's thick long eyelashes kept trembling, revealing the master's uneasy heart. Lu Mingyuan's body pressed down and clung to Mo Fan.

!! !! !! !! !!

Mo Fan moved, trying to break free, but had a counter-effect, and suddenly ran into the other's arms and was held tightly by the man.

The strong and gentle kiss came menacingly, and the closeness of the person you liked couldn't be rejected. Mo Fan immediately lost his helmet and gave up his armor, and let anyone in his body do whatever he wanted.

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