Crying Bag Love Guide

Luo Shao stopped talking, but he thought about Fei Yu's rogue state all the time, and then added in a low voice: "Why are you paying attention to me so much? You didn't look at me, how did you know that I blushed? And, you You always do things to me and you definitely like me."

This time it was Fei Yu's turn to not speak. His original fierce and public expression instantly solidified, staring at Luo Shao coldly, and then he spoke for a while, as if he was about to say something bad.

Luo Shao looked at the violent and arrogant expression on his face, and felt that he was about to say something he didn't want to hear, so he wanted to wave his hand at Fei Yu and let him not say it.

As a result, as soon as he raised his hand, he was hitting the water glass that the assistant director had put on his armrest just now, and the warm water instantly poured onto the script between Fei Yu's legs. The thick script was immediately drenched.

Luo Shao quickly picked up the water cup, but it was too late. He watched the warm water in the cup soak the words on the script, and the notes on the script by Fei Yu were all glued together.

Fei Yu lifted the script up and poured water and flipped through it at random. Luo Luo saw that every page above had Fei Yu's commentary information, and now, all of them are invalidated.

Luo Shao: "..."

Only those who have written such things in person know how precious this stuff is.

Especially that is the point of attention when directing the camera in the future.

Luo Shao was anxious and ashamed, his nose and eyes were sore that tears began to appear on his eyes. He looked at the miserable script, and his apology seemed pale and weak anyway.

"Yes, sorry..."

But Fei Yu didn't say a word, looking at his script in silence with a cold face.

Just then, the crew had already packed everything up, and as soon as the assistant director looked back, he saw the editor standing next to Fei Yu with his head bowed and shoulders. Fei Yu next to him tilted his head and looked at the script he had carried in mid-air. There was no expression on the yin bird's face, and the sharp phoenix eyes drooped, appearing to be increasingly cloudy and uncertain, revealing the depression before the storm.

When the assistant director saw the script held by Fei Yu, he immediately understood what was going on.

He thought of the last person who drenched Fei Yu's script, who had been beaten by Fei Yu's neck violently and had been spared from work. For a while, he looked at Luo Shao and his eyes were full of worries.

What's more, in Fei's crew, the screenwriter is the least status existence...

The assistant director was hesitating whether to go over and say a few good things, and he saw Fei Yu move.

Fei Yu's icy gaze shifted from the wet script in his hand to Luo Shao's face beside him, with a dark mist in his eyes, staring sullenly at the top of Luo Shao's head.

And then—

Throwing away the script in his hand.

Deputy Director: "...?"

Although but... this is it? !

That's an analysis of the script that directors all over the entertainment industry want to steal back to learn.

Luo Shao didn't know the complexity of the assistant director's heart. He only heard the script fell to the ground with a "boom", shuddering in fear, and buried his head lower.

Fei Yu's sturdy figure stood in front of him, his heavy breath blowing on top of his head. Even if Luo Shao couldn't see Fei Yu's expression, he could guess how angry he was, and the hands hanging beside him began to tremble, his face pale in fright.

Immediately afterwards, I heard Fei Yu's suppressed anger: "Destroy my script? Do you want to die?" Fei Yu said as he leaned down and leaned close to Luo Luo's ear. He tilted his head and stared at the Fa Xuan on the top of Luo Luo's head. My son, the sound seems to be icy ballast.

Luo Shao held his breath now, feeling the heat that the other party was blowing on his neck, and closed his eyes tightly, not daring to speak. It was like a baby bird that accidentally brought out the nest, struggling the neck and waiting to die.

His extremely scared look pleased Fei Yu. Fei Yu's unhappiness that was repeatedly refuted by Luo Shao just now seemed to have found a catharsis. The man snorted coldly and opened the corners of his mouth, with his usual cynical, evil and lusty smile.

The noisy surroundings seemed to be quiet, Fei Yu started to say something, lifted his eyes and looked around, and found that the crew was quietly looking over.

The big devil stopped talking for a moment, and exhaled air-conditioning at the people around him.

The assistant director shook his whole body and reacted, and quickly greeted the crew to go out for lunch.

When all the large troops left, Luo Shao and Fei Yu were the only two left in the entire shooting location. Fei Yu pressed against Luo Shao's forehead half a step forward, and had to raise his head to look at him. Then he pulled Luo Luo's neckline with both hands and pulled it to both sides, and the cold air ran along the neckline into Luo Luo's clothes, making him tremble with the cold.

Fei Yu lowered his voice, and said in a deep voice: "If I dare to destroy my script, I will paint on you one by one. If I can't write, I will roll it up and stuff it in."

As for where to plug it in, the answer is self-evident.

Fei Yu's voice was unquestionably aggressive.

Luo Shao looked at him short of breath, stared at him with Fei Yu's cold eyes, shaking all over in fright, and cried again.

The crystal teardrops rolled from the eye sockets to the corner of the mouth, smearing a bright water mark.

Fei Yu's attention was instantly taken away by the teardrop, his eyebrows were still raised, but his eyes fell to Luo Luo's lips.

He slowly blinked his eyes, narrowing the sharp edge hidden between his eyebrows.

"Have you heard everything I said?"

Luo Shao felt that he had done something wrong, but he was afraid of Fei Yu's current expression. He nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help shed two lines of tears. The teardrops slid down the graceful jaw line and fell on the back of Fei Yu's hand.

Luo Lu noticed Fei Yu looking down at the teardrops on the back of his hand, and quickly raised his hand to wipe him.

But after wiping, he felt more want to cry.

Luo Shao felt sorry in his heart, but he also felt that Fei Yu was really terrible. He even thought a little self-deprecatingly that maybe Fei Yu really didn't like him, that's why he was so fierce.

But this is also a question of Fei Yu's own character setting. In the novel, he was originally a villain who was arrogant and violent in the later period, and now it seems that there is no problem.

In the final analysis, he shouldn't have set Fei Yu's attributes as a devil.

Luo Shao felt even more uncomfortable thinking about it.

The peach eyes of those bright stars were blurred by tears, and the teardrops rolled down uncontrollably. The blush at the end of the eyes is particularly noticeable, and they look beautiful and beautiful.

Fei Yu, who had wanted to say a few more words, stopped immediately, with a sad look on his face.

He hasn't said anything serious yet, and the crying bag is crying like this. If he is the same as when he was arguing in the field before, wouldn't the crying bag have to cry?

Fei Yu thought about this, then looked down at the crying bag's sparkling mouth that had been stained with teardrops. When he looked at the other party's crying and hiccups, the bright red small tongue faintly hidden behind the teeth of his shell, raised his hand to cover his lower half of his face, and looked away intently, suppressing his inner desire.

"Don't cry." Fei Yu said dryly.

But Luo Shao was born with well-developed lacrimal glands, and he couldn't stop crying. He could only open his eyes and look up at him. When he fell in Fei Yu's eyes, his eyes were full of condemnation.

Fei Yu came up with a grumpy temper. The left hand holding Luo Shao's collar was retracted in his pocket, and his right hand was raised to touch Luo Shao's forehead, pressing his head and pressing backwards, forcing Luo Shao to look up at him.

Then tilted his head and leaned down, licking Luo Luo's lips with his tongue.

He just wanted to do this.

Crying Bao’s lips are very soft, and the kiss feels better than expected.

"Don't cry," Fei Yu repeated again, his voice a few degrees lower than before, and his tone of voice was a bit vague because of the movement between his lips and tongue, and he felt a little more gentle than ever before.

Luo Shao almost thought Fei Yu was coaxing him. The nervousness that was hesitating just now was comforted in an instant, and the whole person gradually showed a bit of panic and then was calmed down.

But Fei Yu didn't wait for him to calm down, and immediately followed up with a sentence that made Luo Luo's scalp tighten: "Otherwise, I will **** you here."

Luo Shao: "...?!"

Threats are indeed the most useful threat. Fei Yu saw Crying Bao suddenly widen his eyes, looked at him aggrieved and scared, and then—

Hiccups.

Fei Yu looked down at him from top to bottom.

The crying bag wanted to hit him but didn't dare to. He could only look like Fei Yu heartily in a pitiful manner. He raised his eyebrows and grabbed the hands of the crying bag that were wiping his tears, and held it high behind his head: "Grab Good."

Then he really kissed her face holding the crying bag.

The heat of the kiss was more intense than simply licking his lips, and Luo Shao was already unable to breathe in a daze. Although Fei Yu's lips were cold, they were much gentler than his own. Even with the aggressiveness of a natural superior, Luo Lu was numb with kisses. In a trance, his mind was in confusion, and his breath was filled with the heat of Fei Yu's breathing and the temperature of his body.

Until there was a sound of footsteps not far away.

Luo Shao definitely pushed Fei Yu away from him at the fastest speed in his life. As a result, he couldn't push, so he could only step back a few steps by himself, and looked up at the person—

It was Lin Feng.