wild love theory

Chapter 24

36.

Brother Li returned to the service room and distributed drinks to everyone.

Su Minmin took Yang Ou's coffee and thoughtfully inserted the straw, "Mr. Yang, do you want to drink now?"

Yang Ou took it and took a sip. The coffee slid down his throat with a fruity taste, and the coolness slowly disappeared in his body.

Yang Ou shook the transparent plastic cup lightly, and asked doubtfully, "Did you take it wrong?"

Su Minmin blushed, a little embarrassed, "I, let me see." Reaching out to take the coffee from Yang Ou's hand, Xing Wanghai moved a step faster than her.

"Then change it to mine," Xing Wanghai said in a serious tone, "My cup is pure American."

"Hot?" Yang Ou's palm warmed up, and he looked at Xing Wanghai in the aroma of coffee.

"Drink something hot, it's good for your health."

Xing Wanghai said while taking a sip of the iced coffee he bought from Yang Ou, along the same straw, not at all disgusted that it was used.

With a smile in his eyes, Yang Ou's eyes fell on Xing Wanghai's lips, and then down the rolling Adam's apple.Xing Wanghai also looked at him and smiled, and wiped the wet corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. There seemed to be weak currents running around in the air.

Su Minmin was startled when she saw it, and her appearance became even more awkward. She looked around carefully, lest anyone would notice what happened just now.

What she is more worried about is that if the video of the extras group pops up at this moment, then the situation of Yang Ou and Xing Wanghai really cannot be hidden.

"Wait for me when the filming is over." Yang Ou said.

Xing Wanghai was not surprised, "Okay, how many scenes do you have to shoot?"

"13 or 14 rounds," Yang Ou looked at Su Minmin to confirm, "Minmin, I only have two rounds left today, right?"

Su Minmin came back to her senses, and quickly said, "That's right."

"Ah, then you don't have to wait for me today, go back first, I will go with Teacher Xing."

Without further ado, Yang Ou arranged for Su Minmin to get off work.

Su Minmin: ...

With Fang Dao's "Cut!" on the walkie-talkie, Shao Qing finished today.

Holding flowers, he hugged the director and stood in the center. Yang Ou and Xing Wanghai stood behind him, not daring to steal the spotlight.The shutter clicked a few times, leaving time in the present.

The atmosphere at the scene was not at all sad. Everyone agreed that this is not the end, and there is still a heavy publicity period waiting for them.

Shao Qing bowed and said goodbye to every staff member. When he walked in front of Yang Ou, he patted him on the shoulder and joked: "Mr. Yang, if you have a chance to have dinner together in the future, you can't just hang out with Mr. Xing."

Xing Wanghai stood beside Yang Ou, and when he heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times.Shao Qing's eyes fell on him, and he extended his hand politely, "Teacher Xing will play ranked games in the future, remember to call me."

Xing Wanghai held Shao Qing back generously, smiled, "Definitely."

Several field managers came over, interrupted their conversation, and surrounded Shao Qingtuan, competing for autographs and group photos.

Yang Ou winked at Xing Wanghai, and the two stepped aside tacitly.

"Are you wrapping up tomorrow?" Yang Ou confirmed.

"Yes, there will be an announcement to fly to another place later," Xing Wanghai glanced at Yang Ou, "...but we can still make it back from the finale."

There is no need to ask, and the report is detailed. How can this not generate some redundant thoughts.

On the second day after filming the bed/scene, Yang Ou thought that the embarrassment would linger, but he didn't expect Xing Wanghai to come over to say hello, and even didn't shy away from physical contact.In this way, Yang Ou's worry seemed ridiculous.

"I have a few questions I want to ask you..." Yang Ou lowered his voice and hooked his hands at Xing Wanghai, who hesitantly approached. "It's not convenient to talk about it here. Find a convenient location after the show."

Xing Wanghai nodded, "Then you want to come to my house?"

Yang Ou choked for a moment, but he still responded well.

Xing Wanghai lived more simply than Yang Ou imagined, he thought that a popular niche must at least live in a place like Binjiang Huafu where every inch of land is expensive.As a result, they drove along the third ring road to Panlongyuan on the outskirts of the city.

After the car stopped, Yang Ou realized that this was a small courtyard on the first floor. He pushed open the white wooden door. The courtyard was covered with white gravel, and there were a few plump tropical plants in the pure white stone flower bed.The hollowed-out outdoor wooden floor surrounds a small terrace on which a few dark green outdoor chairs are scattered.Because of the few pure colors, the whole space has a bit of Zen.

Elegant taste.

Yang Ou whistled in his heart.

Xing Wanghai pressed his fingerprints, and the transparent glass door opened in response.Yang Ou followed behind him, and found that the interior decoration was more concise, with a cold sense of technology.

"What would you like to drink?" Xing Wanghai said as he walked towards the kitchen island and took a bottle of pure water from the invisible freezer, "Do you want it?"

Yang Ou nodded.

Xing Wanghai took out a warm towel from the disinfection cabinet and handed it to Yang Ou along with the water.

Yang Ou looked curiously while wiping his hands, pointed to a blue decorative painting in the center of the living room and asked, "A Room in Rome?"

There was a bright light in Xing Wanghai's eyes, and he was overjoyed: "You know?"

Yang Ou walked over, looked at the painting carefully, and said after a while: "It's the first time I've seen an oil painting version. I thought it was a still from a movie."

This painting is taken from a downward looking angle.

The dark-haired woman drags a suitcase to the left, and the blonde woman in a red dress to the right. They turn their backs to each other, hold out a hand, and say a final goodbye.The uneven brick pavement is like a blue mosaic, wrapping them in the dark blue tide.

Yang Ou: "One night's love is beautiful, and it is even more beautiful when they meet love in Rome."

Yang Ou stared at the painting, Xing Wanghai stared at Yang Ou, and unconsciously clenched his right hand with his left hand.

He heard his own heart beating.He hoped to drown out the noise.

"This movie is very old," Yang Ou turned to Xing Wanghai, "I watched this movie at the beginning because of the homework assigned by the university teacher. I chose this movie randomly when I was pulling the movie. It is very impressive. There are a lot of dialogues and literature in it. Renaissance metaphor."

"Yeah." Xing Wanghai lowered his head and looked at the gray slippers, "Director Yi recommended me to watch it. When he was in "Surrounding" before, he said that my lines were not good enough and asked me to watch more chatty movies."

Yang Ou covered his mouth, but the laughter still leaked out, "Is Yi a group? He really hit the nail on the head."

Xing Wanghai didn't speak, he gulped down a mouthful of ice water, and the coldness flowed down his throat and into his stomach, calming him down a bit.

"By the way," Yang Ou finally got to the point, "I want to confirm, is Han Wei's lover Tang Yiqu?"

Xing Wanghai nodded honestly.

"You found out that Han Wei donated to the memorial altar, so you didn't dig deeper, did Tang Yiqu actually do a lot of charity in Lijing Town?"

Xing Wanghai frowned, "No...is there any relationship between the two?"

Yang Ou shook his head, "I haven't found any connection yet...but I always feel something weird."

"Strange?" Xing Wanghai buzzed in his head, and the pain felt like a pinprick in his left ear. He trembled violently and wanted to turn around, but his feet were caught by the knitted carpet, his body lost his balance, and he was about to get close to the ground. touch

——Yang Ou reacted quickly and grabbed him with one hand. Unexpectedly, he still failed to overcome gravity, and he was also affected.The two of them fell to the floor together, and Yang Ou put his hands on his waist.

Xing Wanghai gritted his teeth, and heard Yang Ou gasping for air. Although it was very small and there was still a buzzing in his ears, he still heard it.

"Are you okay?" Xing Wanghai managed to squeeze out a sound.

Yang Ou suspected that his wrist was twisted, and the tingling and temperature came from the hand holding Xing Wanghai's waist.

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, Xing Wanghai stumbled to his feet, took out an orange plastic bottle from the drawer of the island, unscrewed it, poured out a few white pills and swallowed it, and Xiaoji's complexion began to brighten.

Yang Ou looked at him motionless, and the alarm bell rang.

Something is wrong with Xing Wanghai, this is by no means normal, it is exactly the same as when he passed out on the set last time.

He got up slowly, patted the non-existent ashes on his pants, walked to Xing Wanghai, and asked in a deep voice, "What medicine did you take?"

Xing Wanghai turned to look at him, like a slow motion.

Seeing his bloodless lips, Yang Ou was heartbroken. He grabbed his shoulder and asked anxiously, "Are you sick? What is it?"

Xing Wanghai dodged his eyes, bit his lip, "Just...painkillers."

"What painkiller?" Yang Ou snatched the small orange bottle over to check, "Why have I never seen anything like this before?"

Xing Wanghai didn't answer, his eyes swept across Yang Ou's slightly red and swollen wrist, and he silently took out the first aid kit from the cupboard.

"Hand," Xing Wanghai faced Yang Ou, palm up, "give it to me."

Only then did Yang Ou realize the pain coming from his wrist.Belated pain.

Xing Wanghai lowered his head and carefully applied the medicine to Yang Ou.The slightly cool medicine further accentuated the sudden heat in the body.

It's too close, close enough to hear the sound of breathing, close enough to feel the other person's temperature.

Xing Wanghai carefully massaged the red and swollen area with his fingers, and when he touched the raised blue blood vessels, the clear veins connected into sexy lines.

Yang Ou's hand revived Xing Wanghai's sense of touch, and something subtle made him restless.

The invisible and colorless emotions swelled in the silence, it was too ambiguous.

"That's enough," Yang Ou raised his arm slightly, "There's no need to press it anymore."

Xing Wanghai withdrew his hand reluctantly, and looked up at Yang Ou.

Yang Ou was also looking at him, his pupils flickered slightly, as if a storm was brewing.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ou pressed his good hand to his cheek, and wherever Yang Ou touched, there was a thunderbolt of electricity, paralyzing the skin and heartbeat.

"What's wrong with you, brother." Yang Ou asked him.

Xing Wanghai didn't make any movements, but rolled his Adam's apple a little.

Yang Ou swallowed.

The familiar breath, the sexy veins, the wet touch, the secret happiness, all turned into a kiss in the end.

Yang Ou kissed him, opened his mouth with his fingers, bit his tongue with his teeth, and exchanged his body fluid for his body fluid.

"Can I kiss you?" Yang Ou asked while taking a breath.

It is obvious that it is to cut first and play later, so why ask.

This man is really bad.

But too bad.