Intoxication

After driving for more than an hour, I finally arrived at the Grand Holy Studios.

This is the first time he has come to this film shooting base, known as "Hengdian in the south and Dasheng in the north". The scale is really amazing. It has become a famous tourist attraction in Beijing. There are at least two or three plays here every day. The shooting attracted a lot of tourists.

Why parked the car and called Komatsu. Komatsu's voice sounded crazy when he heard it, so why wait for him.

This wait is half an hour.

Watching a batch of tourists lined up inside, many fans from all walks of life, wearing uniform clothing, holding a variety of aid items.

Really young, why do you think.

At this time, Komatsu finally came, sweating on his body, and he was so embarrassed to see why, he apologized again and again: "He therefore brother, this is a work license, you can drive in."

"I won't go in. Give him your phone."

"Ah, you're not going in? Brother Han is filming an advertisement. Don't you watch it?"

"It's nothing to look at. I've been a layman to influence your work."

"No, it's actually fun. Go check it out."

Why is it strange? Why does Komatsu insist on letting him go?

Komatsu also realized that he was a little too diligent. He said embarrassingly, "Are you arguing with Brother Han? Brother Han is in a bad mood today. If you don't go in to coax him, otherwise ... we can't do our job well either ... "

"I won't coax people." Why is it really said: "And we did not quarrel." How could he quarrel with Song Juhan, the top two sentences is already his limit.

Komatsu sighed in disappointment: "Then you drive carefully."

"Well, hard work." Why patted him on the shoulder and turned on the car.

In fact, he really wanted to see Song Juhan, but he knew that it was not the right time to meet Song Juhan when he was busy and in a bad mood. Most of them were more troublesome. It might be better to wait for Song Juhan to die.

It didn't take long for the car to go out. His phone rang, and Komatsu called. As soon as he connected, he listened to Komatsu's low voice and said, "Hey, brother, Han, got angry, let you come back."

"Is mad?" Why didn't he understand Song Juhan's logic? He said helplessly: "Okay."

He lost his head in front, but at this time was hitting the rush hour, he started to jam, and the car moved quickly. Ten minutes later, Komatsu called to remind, and twenty minutes later, again, the voice was already crying.

He was anxious for any reason, but he couldn't fly over.

After a distance of seven or eight kilometers, after walking for more than half an hour, he finally returned to the studio. Komatsu was waiting for him at the door. When he saw him, he was like a savior, for fear he rushed into his car. "Brother drive in, I will show you the way."

The security guards let them go after seeing the work sign, and the two entered the studio along a completely different road from the tourists.

Why look at the breathless Komatsu and comfort: "Don't worry, Juhan has that temper, what's wrong with him?"

Komatsu cried with a sad face: "I don't know, Brother Han often loses his temper somehow. I don't know why this time. I said that when you sent your cell phone to someone, he became angry."

It doesn't make sense for any reason, anyway, it's certainly not because Song Juhan especially wanted to see him.

The car drove to a style street in the Republic of China. The two got out of the car. Komatsu took him to a mansion where he was filming.

When he walked to the lounge, Komatsu knocked carefully: "Brother, why is brother here."

"Um." A cold voice came from the lounge.

When the door was opened, Song Juhan was wearing a uniform of Major General *, standing in front of a mirror, and asking the stylist to fix his belt. In order to pursue the effect of reflecting the figure, the dress was deliberately tight. Wrapped around Song Juhan, the centimeter curve was perfect as carved by God. Song Juhan's mother is a German-born mixed-model supermodel who has been world-renowned. She has a net height. Song Juhan is ten centimeters taller than her, and her legs are outrageous. His looks and body have inherited all the advantages of his parents. People are blessed by nature.

Song Juhan turned his face, and a pair of black-rimmed glasses was placed on the bridge of his nose to contrast with the high eyebrow bones. His facial features were particularly deep. His hair was brushed behind his head, revealing a clean forehead, and even more prominent his tall bridge and knife The face looks like a rigorous and mysterious tension that may erupt at any time.

"Ju Han." Why nodded at him.

Song Juhan said, "Everyone goes out. I will rest for a while."

The stylist and makeup artist heard that all went out, and Komatsu also retreated out. Why hesitated, and just raised his foot, Song Juhan glared at him: "You stay."

Why did you close the door and walk to him: "What's wrong, bad mood?"

Song Juhan took off his glasses and tossed them aside: "Komatsu asked you to come in, why didn't you come in?" Song Juhan did not like wearing glasses because his eyelashes were too long.

"I'm afraid to affect your work."

"Fart." Song Juhan squeezed his chin: "Do you want to hide from me?"

"What am I doing away from you."

Song Ju smiled coldly: "Isn't it because I mentioned Feng Ye? You seem to be very fond of him."

"We haven't been in contact for so many years. This should not be considered a concern."

"Then why are you so abnormal for him?"

Why did you think about it: "I don't think I'm abnormal."

Song Juhan raised an eyebrow: "Are you raising the bar with me?"

Why did you sigh: "Ju Han, what do you want?"

"Don't **** talk to me in this tone, as if I made trouble out of no reason." Song Juhan pushed away and almost pushed people to the ground.

Why set up his clothes, sat next to him, and looked at him quietly. He didn't know how to comfort people, he just knew Song Juhan, no matter what the fire in Song Juhan's heart was, as long as he didn't vent it, everyone would be disturbed.

Song Juhan was silent for a while, then suddenly kicked the coffee table away and yelled at why: "You **** is a dead person, it ’s not good to say a few words, but it ’s not a smile, I spend money to find a duck It ’s more knowledgeable and fun than you, what do you want! ”

Why is my heart tingling and my lips trembling slightly? The more Song Juhan did, the more he didn't know what to do, and he just kept silent.

Song Ju was cold and had to drop several things.

Why hesitated for a long time before he said, "Ju Han, I was wrong, don't be angry." Although he didn't know where he was wrong.

Song Ju looked at him coldly for a while, and said, "Take off your pants."

Why looked at him in surprise. This is just a lounge, full of people outside ...

"Take off, since you can't even coax people, at least you have to learn how to make people angry."

Why hesitated: "You lock the door."

Song Juhanshun locked the door with his hand and looked at him with his chest in his arms.

Why take off your pants without expression?

Song Juhan strode up and pressed his back to himself on the sofa. He seemed to be worried about crumpling his clothes. He just pulled down the pull-chain and ran into it regardless.

On the side, Song Juhan said in an unsuspecting way: "It was a pity that you hadn't done it with Feng Ye at the beginning. There wasn't even a comparison. Otherwise, I can let you know that I can even get on the bed--on- -Kung Fu is better than him. "

Why grit your teeth and dare not make a sound. He had sweat on his forehead, some congestion under his eyes, and pain and discomfort, but the shame--shame and humiliation--have tormented his heart. He persuaded himself in his heart, don't care, what he wanted was Song Juhan's company, so he had to pay an equal price, which was fair.

Probably because of this consciousness, Song Juhan has never broken him.

Song Juhan ’s demand in this respect is much greater than that of ordinary people. Especially when he is in a bad mood or under pressure, he ca n’t smoke, drink, and drive fast. All the ordinary people ’s decompression methods are restricted, so what he does most often is Exercise and do --- love. But he does n’t abuse it--one is dirty, the other is not wanting to be used, and the third is that he is stared at every move. In the circle for many years, he has not talked about formal love, but there are a few fixed Bed --- companion, why is the one with him the longest.

Speaking of it, if there was no Feng Ye, it would not have provoked Song Juhan's enthusiasm, and he had to get him in his hands. After so many years, Song Juhan's unassuming and arrogant personality has not changed at all.

Song Juhan was vented, and wiped it with a paper towel to tidy up his clothes. Why the legs are weak, paralyzed on the sofa for a long time can not move.

Seeing why he was embarrassed, Song Juhan seemed to be in a better mood. He squeezed his face and showed a malicious smile: "Fuck-you're upset?"

Why narrowly squinted at him without talking.

"Ask you."

"Cool," he said softly.

"How good." Song Juhan leaned down, and gave a very gentle kiss under the corner of his lips, but his words were like the words of the devil: "I'm also very cool, I have been younger and more beautiful than you, but not Some of you are here to sell --- soul, you are also considered talented. "

Why did you close your eyes and barely want to get up, but it didn't help the waist.

Song Juhan put his pants on, and slapped him on the fart --- "Wait here, take you delicious food at night." Song Juhan walked to the mirror, straightened his clothes, and from his throat Humming out a gentle tune, then turned and opened the door.

Why did he lean on the sofa, pull the zipper weakly with his fingers, and fasten the belt? This simple movement took him a few breaths to complete.

He looked at the ceiling a little blindly, his heart was empty and his head was empty.

He knew that he was very mean, but he didn't hinder others. He was happy. And he ca n’t be cheap for a few years, he ’s almost thirty. He wants to enjoy every minute and every second with Song Juhan before Song Juhan gets tired, and accumulate more memories. People are so short in their lives. In 1911, he didn't care how others lived, and didn't care what others thought, anyway, he wouldn't go against his heart for any dignity.

He likes Song Juhan, so please.

He slowed for a long time, and his weak legs were better. He went to the bathroom to clean up, and waited quietly for Song Juhan in the lounge. From yesterday to today, he was so tired that he waited and fell asleep on the sofa.

I don't know how long, someone pushed in the door and came in. Why was he waking up, his head buzzing and looking at Komatsu confusedly.

"Why brother, why are you still here?" Komatsu looked at him in surprise.

"Ju Han asked me to wait for him."

Komatsu said awkwardly: "Brother Han has left long ago, and went to eat with the crew. I stayed to pack things."

Why closed my eyes and said tiredly, "Well, I'll go back."

"Why brother." Komatsu couldn't bear it. "Brother Han was too busy in the afternoon, so ... forget it, I will invite you to dinner."

"No, you go back to rest early."

"Why brother ..." Komatsu sighed. "Tough work for you."

Why didn't you say anything, just leave with the key.

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