Crying Bag Love Guide

Luo Shao was also stunned, staring at Fei Yu for a long time with his eyes wide open, blushing and unable to say a word.

Fei Yu didn't feel even the deputy director came to let him go, and stood still on the spot with a puffed face.

The deputy director ran to Luo Shao's side, looked at him up and down, and breathed a sigh of relief after a long while. He, the deputy director, is simply the nanny of the crew. He has to take care of everything from the installation of machinery and equipment to the personnel dispatching of everyone. He does everything except for the supervision of the camera like a director.

This "Starlight" is Fei Yu's own FJ Entertainment Co., Ltd., the first attempt in the past two years to adapt the theme of modern Tanmei, Luo Meng is a well-versed screenwriter of Guangxi Film and Television Media Company who is in a battle with FJ. , Can be appointed by FJ Entertainment to cooperate, the FJ Planning Department's emphasis on Luo Meng is obvious, and he must not be injured here.

The deputy director watched Luo Meng up and down for a long time before he felt relieved, but he was still a little afraid.

But as soon as he raised his head, he faced the gaze of Prince Fei Yu Ling Ling who was beside the screenwriter Shang Luomeng.

The look in his eyes was like a sharp light breaking through the night sky, and the assistant director slapped his back.

Then I heard Fei Yu say: "Did you finish?"

Fei Yu's voice was not loud, and the tone of his speech was normal, but the deputy director listened to his unsalty voice, and recalled the "belly pocket" problem that Fei Yu had just mentioned to the screenwriter Luo Meng, an "old face". Instantly became popular, feeling that I was making others jealous.

He quickly coughed his neck and coughed, "Cough, uh..."

Fei Yu retracted his gaze and turned to look at the crew around him.

The voice suddenly amplified: "Who did it?"

"Who put the props, who got the iron mound?"

He had a high volume. He was lazy and didn't care when he was speaking, and his casual volume was not loud, but now he speaks loudly, and his voice can be heard from far away.

The crew members had heard of Fei Yu's horror long ago, and all tensed their bodies and bowed their heads, not dare to let out the atmosphere.

Fei Yu continued to say: "It's not good to tie an iron mound, are you pigs? Who is responsible for this thing, stand up and not use it tomorrow—"

Fei Yu was about to speak again, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the boy in front of him shaking suddenly.

The curse that was about to be spoken stopped instantly.

The person next to him did not dare to come out, holding his breath and waiting for him to continue talking.

Fei Yu looked at Luo Shao's head for a long time, and when he saw Luo Shao, he felt the strong gaze above his head. He raised his head cautiously and looked at Fei Yu timidly. The end of the charming but not demonized eyes was raised, bringing out a layer of powder. Fei Yu actually felt hot on his face, and forgot all the words in his head.

Even the anger that had just accumulated was broken.

It took a long time to sway God.

His face was still gloomy, but his original anger had dropped several times.

Fei Yu raised his hand and waved at the person next to him, pointing to the rope on top of his head and the red silk not far away and yelling coldly, but his tone was not enough compared to the previous aura of wishing to slaughter people: "Take this Press all the things to check again."

"Eh eh!" The staff around who almost lost their job sighed in a strong tone, and hurriedly moved, and started to recheck the equipment.

No matter how young the actors on the scene are, they are also the actors, choreographers and directors who have signed the contract. They are all responsible for those who suffer "work-related injuries." The accident just now was indeed a major event, and the ability to keep the job was all on the net.

Although Fei Yu retracted the hand stuck under Luo Shao's armpit, his other hand rested on Luo Shao's shoulder again. At this moment, looking at the busy crew members around him, his right hand resting on Luo Shao's shoulder, he wiped Luo Shao's forehead, and stroked the broken hair on his forehead backwards like a puppy.

This scene fell in the hearts of the crew, like a big lion rubbing his own plush ball. Be a little bit irritable and smash the ball.

As far as his eyes can go, the crew dare not look at him.

He even deliberately avoided Fei Yu for fear of offending this plague god.

Except for one person—

Luo Shao was terrified under Fei Yu's hand. Every time Fei Yu rubbed his hair, his fingers passed over his head, suddenly he had the illusion of being scratched by a knife against his skin. Luo Shao didn't move his feet because he didn't dare to move at all.

In fact, his back shuddered.

But there is a kind of contradictory excitement.

After all, the person who touched him was Fei Yu, who was his favorite Fei Yu.

Luo Shao thought so, when he heard someone running over calling his name.

"Fallen!"

Luo Shao raised his head and looked over, facing the face of a star with a sword eyebrow, the handsome and vigorous sunny youth ran towards him in strides. Wearing the blue and white school uniform required by the role, it looks more and more vigorous and youthful. Luo Shao felt like he had pulled a reflector behind him, so that he could see the dazzling eyes.

As expected, the protagonist attacked.

When Luo Shao thought that such an outstanding person was designed by himself, he immediately felt proud.

Although he has no feeling for Lin Feng's appearance, everyone has a love of beauty, and it doesn't affect Luo Shao to take a few more glances.

But he reacted quickly.

In my original setting of Fei Yu, there is clearly one-

Fei Yu loves Lin Feng deeply.

As soon as this plot point emerged from his mind, Luo Shao's face became stiff, and he immediately raised his head to look at Fei Yu.

Sure enough, seeing Fei Yuzheng squinted his eyes to look sideways at Lin Feng, and calmly looked up and down at the other party, his eyes were full of interest. The expression on his face was dull, but compared to when he talked to others, it was extremely gentle.

Feeling Luo Shao's gaze, Fei Yu retracted his gaze and looked faintly. The slightly flat tail of his eyes concealed the hidden edge, and his relatively peaceful gaze returned to domineering and fierce again.

Fei Yu was really different to Lin Feng.

This thought made Luo Shao couldn't help clenching his hands hanging beside him, his face pale.

Why he couldn't think about it in the first place, but now he is shooting himself in the foot!

Lin Feng, who had just ran in front of the two of them, didn't realize that there was something wrong with Luo Shao, and still softly opened his mouth to watch him and said with concern: "Luobian, were you okay just now."

The protagonist is handsome, honest and sincere. Of course, Luo Shao will not vent at him because of Fei Yu. Hearing the sound, he tightened his mouth and shook his head, and smiled at him, but his face was still a little stiff: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

It's just that layers of sorrow are pouring from the bottom of my heart, and only he knows it. That's jealousy.

Fei Yu hadn't used it before, looking at him with interest.

When Luo Shao thought that he was in the world of novels, he couldn't help but doubt that all the plots here would follow the plot of the novel strictly, no matter how much he liked Fei Yu.

Luo Shao thought so, couldn't help but wander away from the sky, in the eyes of outsiders, just facing Lin Feng's face in a daze.

Fei Yu, who was completely ignorant of his side, stared at him with chills, and when he looked at Lin Feng again, the unpleasant color in his eyes flashed. He was observing Lin Feng just now, thinking about why the other party made him feel like he would like him. He didn't expect that the one who was in a daze with Lin Feng was actually the crying bag.

I really don't know who really likes Lin Feng.

This thought made Fei Yu's mouth cold.

"He's okay, you quickly prepare to prepare for the rehearsal." Fei Yu said to Lin Feng.

Luo Shao on the other side heard Fei Yu’s words as soon as he recovered. He didn’t hear Fei Yu’s increasing speed. He only felt that Fei Yu was really interested in Lin Feng. Said: He is okay, let Lin Feng leave him at ease to work.

The sourness in my heart was surging, and the more I thought about it, the more frustrated my heart became.

The emotions on his body were also brought to his face. Lin Feng just nodded in response to Fei Yu's words and ran back to apply makeup. Luo Shao pressed his mouth tightly, staring at his back running back, and his peach blossom eyes became more flushed at the end of his eyes. Thick, as if the corners of the white eyes were stained with red grease with two drama makeup.

Fei Yu looked down and saw the expression of the little crying bag under his arm, and instantly remembered the Hanfu doll that he had bought from the memorial hall on the former site of the Qin Palace when he traveled before.

It's beautiful and makes people want to play with it.

That is, the gaze that Wawa has been staring at others makes him uncomfortable.

Fei Yu remembered that he had taken the initiative to confess to himself, but now when he saw a handsome guy, he stared at others, pressed Luo Shao's head and couldn't help but tighten.

He didn't have much strength in his hands, but he caught the hair, which hurt Luo Shao.

Luo Luo's eyes were red in an instant, and physiological tears swirled in his eyes. He raised his hands to wrap Fei Yu's right hand which was holding his hair, and inhaled a cold breath: "Hiss-it hurts!"

Luo Shao was born with a slow speaking speed, and he likes to prolong his voice. In addition, his voice is not as strong as an ordinary man. With a little Qinhuai minor Wu Nong's soft words, he is just acting like a baby in Fei Yu's ears.

Such an adult is still acting like a baby.

The big devil was disdainful in his heart, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at his face coldly, his eyes paused at the end of the other's blushing eyes, and then he let go with a cold snort.

Really act like a baby.

He was obviously useless.

Fei Yu thought to himself, Niang Pao cried the bag again, it was really not ordinary fragility, he just let go of his face because he was afraid that the cried bag would cry again in the public.

But when the released hand fell on Luo Luo's back collar, he stopped, and then he carried Luo Luo's back collar and led him to the venue of the opening ceremony.

The assistant director next to him wrinkled his face, looking like he couldn't bear to look straight.

Director Fei, knowing that you are a couple, you can't make it so you can't wait for a second without letting go.

The assistant director held back his inner complaints, took the people to set the table for the opening ceremony and the incense sticks, and covered the video equipment next to him with a red cloth.

He beckoned to Fei Yu: "Director Fei, you can start!"

Fei Yu nodded at him, dragged Luo Luo to the long wooden table, took out three incense sticks, worshipped them three times in the void, and inserted them into the incense brazier.

Luo Shao next to him did what he was like, and smoked three incense sticks, then put it into the basin.

The sour teeth of the assistant director on the other side are about to fall out.

There are no two people standing side by side to respect the incense, where is the incense to worship the gods, this is not shining, do you bring the newly-introduced daughter-in-law to respect the ancestor tablet?

The assistant director rubbed his arms in jealousy with the dog food smashed in his face.

Dao Fei was too public to use his personal belongings, and he couldn't bear it.

Fei Yu, who stood by, raised his eyebrows.

How can this crying bag be incense with him?

Do you want to take the opportunity to prove your difference?

Fei Yujing retracted his hand after finishing the fragrance, and looked sideways at the crying bag with a serious face.

His gaze fell on the opponent's thin waist, the straight slender legs that straightened up as he bends over, and the white nape of the neck that was exposed between the neckline.

His eyes paused slightly.

Who is this crying bag seduce?

Fei Yu thought with a cold face, drooping his eyelids and looking sideways at the hips and waist of the crying bag, and finally looked at his hips tightly wrapped in pants because of bending.

His eyes sank again.

Look away stiffly.

I was staring at Lin Feng in a daze just now, and now I am going to add incense with myself, and Fei Yu thinks of what I said before crying and confessing to him.

Instantly opened up the joints in it.

Why would you look at Lin Feng in a daze today? Because he thought he would like Lin Feng!

Just now he asked Lin Feng to prepare for the rehearsal. It is estimated that the crying bag was taken as a caring for him, so when Lin Feng left, the crying bag would keep staring at him.

Fei Yu recalled the look in Luo Shao's eyes when he looked at Lin Feng's back. His eyes were red and his face was pursed. Isn't it just an expression of jealousy?

And now he is scenting himself next to himself, wishing to let himself see how much his **** is. He definitely likes what he likes, so he is looking for every opportunity to attract him.

Fei Yu originally wanted to ridicule.

But I couldn't say it to the point of my lips.

He wondered how the crying bag was so crying. He said two heavy words, and he might perform the live version of Meng Jiangnu on the spot, which would be even more troublesome.

Let him scratch his head and pose.

The big devil, who never gave face to people, raised his hand to cover the lower half of his face, thinking helplessly:

What else can I do?

The author has something to say: Of course he chose to be used to him.