After only a few days of filming, the crew discovered that Mo Fan had been targeting Xiang Jing. Everyone has the psychology of sympathizing with the weak, but the crew did not have this kindness towards Xiang Jing. Almost everyone knows that Xiang Jing is an actor who brought money into the group. Such a person is not taken seriously by others.
Although Mo Fan also relied on Lu Mingyuan to advance to the film crew, Lu Mingyuan cared a lot about Mo Fan and did a good job finishing. Except for the director, no one knew the inside story, and they all thought that Mo Fan came in through an audition.
But Xiang Jing is different. Lu Mingyuan stuffed people into the crew, and wiped away the shadows behind him. On the surface, Xiang Jing is an entertainer who relies on the unspoken rules of who knows who the gold master is. The crew has been contemptuous from the very beginning.
But even if the crew looked down on Xiang Jing, they couldn't hold back someone behind him. In order not to cause trouble to the upper body, the treatment in the crew is not bad, but if Xiang Jing wants more, I'm afraid he won't get any.
For Mo Fan to make things difficult for Xiang Jing so blatantly, there must be a bigger backer behind him. Mo Fan himself is not a well-known actor. If a small eighteenth-tier artist dares to embarrass another artist, saying that he has no support, no one will believe it.
It's none of your business, hang on high. Now the staff of the crew have this kind of mentality. Didn't you see that the director didn't say anything even though he was NG so many times
The shooting of the movie was halfway through, and Mo Fan felt quite tired after being so deliberately against Xiang Jing all this time. No, he just lay on the sofa and didn't want to get up when he got home.
Due to work reasons, Lu Mingyuan, who came back half an hour late, entered the living room, and found someone sleeping soundly on the sofa.
The young man's brows were stretched out, and there was a slight tiredness on his face. The relaxation of his spirit made him look calm, and his rosy lips were slightly pursed, as if he was asking for a kiss.
Lu Mingyuan rolled his Adam's apple gently, suppressing his impulse not to wake up the boy. After a while, the boy frowned slightly, obviously sleeping on the sofa didn't feel very good.
A touch of pity rose in Lu Mingyuan's heart, and he bent down lightly to embrace the young man into his arms, clasped his hands, and hugged him slowly.
The man's chest was thick and warm, Mo Fan rubbed against it, and naturally placed his hand on the man's chest.
Looking at the boy who looked like a rabbit, relying on him wholeheartedly, Lu Mingyuan's heart was completely soft. Since when did it become different? It was the sudden heartbeat at that banquet. Even though they had the same face, the boy's eyes were extraordinarily pure and natural. Those eyes suddenly looked into his heart.
As soon as the boy touched the soft bed, he turned over and hugged the quilt and continued to sleep soundly. Lu Mingyuan glanced at Kong Luoluo's embrace, feeling that something was missing.
The young man hugged the quilt and lay on the bed, half of his face was hidden in the quilt, a pair of long and thick eyelashes curled quietly, casting a dark shadow.
As if he couldn't get enough of it, Lu Mingyuan leaned over and planted a feather-like kiss on the young man's tender, slightly pink cheek, staring at the young man's sleeping face with good eyes.
Suddenly, the phone rang, and Lu Mingyuan hurriedly picked up the phone, and turned to look at the boy with a rare nervous expression on his face. Seeing that the boy was not woken up by the phone call, he felt relieved and left the room with his lips pursed.
"Hello." The caller was Lu Mingyuan's assistant. Lu Mingyuan walked to the end of the corridor, the place farthest from Mo Fan's room, and then dialed back.
"Mr. Lu, someone is slandering Mo Shao on the Internet."
"Be more specific."
The assistant spoke. As time went by, Lu Mingyuan's face became more and more ugly. The assistant on the other end of the phone seemed to feel the cold air, and his voice softened.
"Mr. Lu, do you want me to find someone to deal with it?"
The assistant's probing words came from the other end of the phone, Lu Mingyuan nodded, and asked the assistant to find out the truth of the matter.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingyuan looked at the relevant comments on the Internet.
The person who posted this microblog is a trumpet, claiming that he is a staff member of the film crew. Because he can't understand that there are people behind a certain person, deliberately making things difficult for the artists of the same group, he posted this microblog to expose the true face of a certain person.
Mo Fan's reputation is not high at this time, the most fundamental reason for knowing his name is that exquisite face. However, the other protagonist of this incident was Xiang Jing, who was on fire not long ago. Therefore, as soon as this Weibo was published, it quickly reached thousands of comments.
It's hard to tell right from wrong in the entertainment circle, and Xiang Jing Mofan is not a star with a huge fan base, so the comments on the Internet have become more objective.
Some people questioned that this was a way to promote the new film, some people angrily criticized the atmosphere in the entertainment industry, and the topic of financial sponsorship began.
— Isn't it rumored that Xiang Jing and Lu Mingyuan of the Tengyuan Consortium always have tricks
—Go upstairs to Ott, Xiang Jing has already clarified that the two have nothing to do with each other
— Can you believe the words of celebrities? Is it true or not
——If Xiang Jing really had a special relationship with Lu Mingyuan, would Lu Mingyuan let this Mo Fan bully Xiang Jing like this
— If you want me to say it, it is more reliable to say that Lu Mingyuan is Mo Fan's benefactor
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Seeing this reply, Lu Mingyuan's eyes froze. He really hopes that Mo Fan can put his name on his body openly, and vice versa, as long as people know that this person belongs to him completely...
"Click", the door in the distance opened, and the sound of the boy's footsteps came from far to near.
Mo Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes, his hair was disheveled, and he stared at Lu Mingyuan who turned and stared in a daze, a little confused about the situation.
Lu Mingyuan's eyes greedily swept across the young man's lazy face and landed on the white instep. The boy did not wear shoes, and his feet, which had not been exposed to light all year round, were white and translucent, and a light blue color could be seen. The dark wooden floor made the soles of the boy's feet as white as jade.
Lu Mingyuan frowned, strode up to the boy and hugged him horizontally. Mo Fan was startled, and put his hand on the man's broad shoulders.
Huh? What pose is this
"It's cold without shoes."
The man's deep voice came from the top of his hair. Mo Fan's body, which was stiff because of Lu Mingyuan's sudden movement, relaxed a little, and let the man carry him back to the room submissively.
"Remember to wear shoes next time."
Mo Fan responded subconsciously.
Lu Mingyuan rubbed the boy's soft hair, and asked softly, "Are you hungry?"
"Well, I'm so hungry." Mo Fan rubbed his belly with his hands, his voice revealing a trace of grievance. When he didn't even realize it, he acted like a baby to a man.
Lu Mingyuan's eyes became softer, and he tightened his arms without showing any traces. He hugged the young man's arms, "Your shoes are underneath, I'll carry you down."
Mo Fan: Huh? ?
Although he understood the man's purpose, Mo Fan still blushed slightly. At this moment, he didn't reject this posture of being held in the arms of a tall man like a woman, and even subconsciously wanted to get closer.
Mo Fan has always liked to follow Lu Mingyuan. He liked to follow Lu Mingyuan since he was a child. He thought it was his younger brother's longing for his elder brother. However, as I got older, this vision suddenly deteriorated. Mo Fan wants to get more, so that he is the only one in the eyes of the other party, and he has everything of the other party.
Putting the boy on the leather sofa, Lu Mingyuan squatted down halfway, and put the slippers on Mo Fan's small feet.
Feet are one of Mo Fan's sensitive points, Mo Fan can't help shrinking his legs, trying to get his feet out of the man's hand. However, the man seemed to be holding the hand loosely, but firmly held the cool sole of his hand, which made Mo Fan's action unsuccessful.
This kind of action increased the friction between the hands and feet between the two, and Mo Fan chuckled, "It's so itchy, let go, I'll wear it myself."
"Um?"
Lu Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and scratched his fingers lightly. Mo Fan couldn't stop laughing, and the corners of his eyes were moist, "Quick, stop, I, I, I can't take it anymore, please forgive me."
The young man raised his tail, and his trembling voice grabbed Lu Mingyuan's heart like a cat's claw.
Lu Mingyuan's hand had already stopped, but Mo Fan was still laughing. Lu Mingyuan leaned forward and put his hands on the side of the boy who was lying on the sofa because of laughing. This posture made Mo Fan's laughter stop abruptly.
Mo Fan was a little at a loss, his eyes turned around, but he didn't look at Lu Mingyuan's burning eyes.
"What, what's wrong?"
Lu Mingyuan wiped the young man's wet eye ends with the other hand, but did not leave, rubbing with his fingertips.
Mo Fan froze and didn't dare to move. The hands on the man's chest tightened, and he grabbed the folds of the other's flat clothes.
The boy's thick long eyelashes kept trembling, revealing the owner's restless heart. Lu Mingyuan pressed down and pressed against Mo Fan.
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Mo Fan moved, trying to break free, but it had the opposite effect. He crashed into the opponent's arms and was hugged tightly by the man.
The strong yet gentle kiss came fiercely, and the closeness of the person he liked made it impossible to refuse. Mo Fan immediately threw away his armor and let the person on him do whatever he wanted.
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