Chapter 42： I have a "sticky" halo

"Look--"

As soon as Lu Mingyuan returned from the outside, someone rushed at him and reached out to catch it. He enjoyed Mo Fan's nostalgia.

Obediently moved from Mo Fan's excited face to the mobile phone held by the other party, Lu Mingyuan carefully guarded the teenager in his arms and led the person to the living room.

"What these people say is really interesting."

Seeing Mo Fan constantly playing with his mobile phone, Lu Mingyuan reluctantly put his head over his head, his eyes focused and said, "My baby is the most beautiful."

Mo Fan's ears suddenly turned red, a little embarrassed. Lu Mingyuan was not embarrassed by the boy, and he mentioned what he was holding, "I brought it for you."

The teenager took a cheer and opened the lid.

——Efrican's cake.

Mo Fan likes to eat sweets, especially cakes, the most favorite of which is Eiffelia's millennial cake.

Taking out the free spoon, Mo Fan carefully took a small mouthful, put it in her mouth, and chewed it gently with her mouth, squeezing beautiful peach eyes like enjoyment.

"It's delicious ~" Mo Fan blinked her bright eyes and smiled at Lu Mingyuan with a smile.

"Well," Lu Mingyuan said, lowering his head to cover the young man's lips, swiping around the tip of his tongue, she said in a deep voice, "It's really good."

Mo Fan was so stunned that she forgot to eat the cake.

Lu Mingyuan laughed. He took a small spoon from the other hand and took a sip in front of the young man's mouth. The young man subconsciously put it in his mouth and looked at Lu Mingyuan with good eyes.

After feeding the teenager in his arms, Lu Mingyuan hugged the person and sat on his lap.

"Xiao Fan is full, I'm still hungry."

Mo Fan looked around uneasily, and no one was around.

"This is the living room."

"Can anyone do it?"

Lu Mingyuan was allowed, and in the face of Mo Fan's speechless expression, he got into his ear and said with a dumb voice, "Today I have a day off for others, and we are in the room."

Mo Fan moved his leg uneasily. In the past, there were people in the room, and they would return to the room if they wanted to do anything. In such a spacious hall, Mo Fan's heart rose a little strangely. Some are shy, and some are different.

Before Morfan thought about it, the man had kissed him, from the soft hair to the slender neck ...

Dedicate yourself to nothing, steal it or commit it!

Mo Fan glanced at the densely covered curtains, rubbing his sore waist, and felt that resting at home was a wrong choice.

Living room, kitchen, dining table ... as long as they wanted, both of them tried it, and Mo Fan's throat was dumb and uncomfortable.

"Xiao Fan ..."

The man's vague voice came from behind.

"Hey……"

Mo Fan's voice was hoarse and sexy, with laziness and sweetness afterwards.

...

The rest of the words were shattered, and Mo Fan quickly fell into another vortex.

On the set, Mo Fan sat a little sleepy watching other people acting. Lu Mingyuan meant to ask for a day off, and Mo Fan would not be fooled. Doesn't staying at home give someone a chance? Yesterday the other party tossed him almost a whole day, and it wasn't until the early morning that he let him go to sleep.

In order to sleep, Mo Fan felt that his shame had been lost, and he said a lot of things he would never say before.

At this moment, the teenager sitting on the chair supported his cheek with one hand, his eyes blurred, his fine forehead slipped down to cover the charming peach eyes, and a shadow fell. There is a layer of pink on the cheeks, delicate and lovely. It seemed that all the hustle and bustle had left him, immersed in his own world, beautiful and hazy and distant.

On the set, on the surface everyone seemed to be concentrating on the work at hand, but in fact everyone's attention was focused on Mo Fan. The scene has been ng no less than five times, but Mo Fan is totally unaware, squinting, wondering what he is thinking.

Xiang Jing saw the crowd, and got up and walked towards Mo Fan.

"Mo Fan," Xiang Jing shouted with a self-righteous smile.

After the movie aired, the response exceeded all expectations, and the box office has reached hundreds of millions. This all indicates that this movie is on fire! At the same time, there are movie actors. All this is the same as Xiang Jing imagined, but this heated person did not include him.

Now his reputation on the Internet is not good. Many blackspots spit out his meager performance. He likes to play around with it. The evidence is the first two meager events. Although he hired a navy to bleach him, the effect was not obvious.

No one is behind him or the company ’s team, and he alone has had little success if he wants to change the direction of public opinion.

Mo Fan's eyes fluttered back into the cage, and he saw the person appearing in front of him, frowning in disgust.

Mo Fan didn't hide his disgust at all, Xiang Jing couldn't ignore it, and laughed strongly, "Our drama has been dragged on for a long time, I don't know if you have time to play against me, we strive not to waste the crew time . "

Xiang Jing's attitude was lowered, but what was said inside and out of the words showed something: Mo Fan was a busy man, he didn't play with him, and even deliberately delayed the crew time.

Mo Fan smiled too. Who does Xiang Jing think he is? No one can cure him? Trouble him four times, thinking he won't fight back? People who think they are not in this world are superior? He was the first time to meet such a arrogant person.

Mo Fan was just too lazy to deal with each other, but was mistaken for him to be afraid of him. Who gave him confidence?

"Xiang Jing, isn't your acting skill too poor?"

Xiang Jing stayed, every time ng was Mo Fan actively shouting "Stop", so it was a reversal of his acting problems, Xiang Jing didn't respond at once.

"If it wasn't for your drama every time, I wouldn't call 'stop'."

Seeing that the situation was moving in a direction that was not favorable to him, Xiang Jing made an expression of grievance, as if he had received a huge grievance, "I did not."

Alas, what a beautiful white lotus flower.

"You say no or no? Why don't you ask others for their opinions?"

During the conversation, there were exactly two staff members around the two who listened to the whole process. Mo Fan looked at the two with a questioning look, and they nodded and kept busy.

"You guys are stigmatizing!" Xiang Jing's camouflage underneath was saved, and his eyes were angry.

"Why do we slander you? Poor acting is not the truth? Look at how the Internet says you, and say that you are a stain in the movie."

Xiang Jing was taken a step back by Mo Fan's aggressive attitude, stabilizing his body and saying, "Those are sprays."

"There are disadvantages to spraying, so there is a reason to spray you."

Xiang Jing was speechless and shouted "You bullshit" in anger, which caused everyone on the set to watch it.

"Why, why don't you want to act?" The director scolded him, grinning, "Xian Jing, it's you again, you can take care of me and don't disturb others."

Xiang Jing's eyes were all red, and there was a faint moist in his eyes, with grievances, and with that overly red face, a little bit of enchantment was revealed, and the director was dull.

To cover up his disability, the director said impatiently, "Go and go."

"Director, Mo Fan intentionally embarrassed me ..."

Without waiting for Xiang Jing to finish speaking, the director interrupted Xiang Jing's words and waved people away. Even if Mo Fan is intentionally embarrassed? A powerless little artist wants him to offend Mo Fan to help him? I think that's great.

"This, Mo Fan, don't go in your heart. Some people are jealous of you and can't listen to what they say." The director explained to Mo Fan flatly.

Mo Fan nodded indifferently, and sat down again.

The director saw Mo Fan's face tired, knowing that the other party was afraid of acting badly today and did not schedule the other party to play.

In the corner, Xiang Jing felt the taunting glances faintly watched from the set, and his shame caused a blush in his face that had not faded for a long time.

Xiang Jing crouched in the corner by himself, like a wounded little animal, pitiful. Xiang Jing has a baby face, looks like a small person, and there are still few clean and pure, big apricot eyes full of water, quite pity.

With a lot of eyes, Xiang Jing was completely unaware.

The author has something to say: put some meat residues are locked, it seems that welfare is forbidden