Xie Bin was realizing that there was another artist agent who bought the navy black border forest, and quarreled with the propaganda company there. The car door was opened, and the border forest jumped off carrying the down jacket.
"It's over?" Xie Bin didn't pay attention to his words.
Prosecutor Lin looked at him in the dark night and looked at him directly. After a short pause, he put on his down jacket and fetched a cigarette from Xie Bin's coat pocket.
I lighted it, and calmed down by myself.
Xie Bin looked at him from behind, feeling nervous, recalling whether he lit a cigarette last time or was because of a quarrel. What's wrong? Ancestor, when you talk about a relationship, I will follow you on a roller coaster.
Xie Bin was so upset in his heart that he blocked his breath and cursed directly: "Fat heat, do I need them to give me heat? Don't you know that the border forest of my house is flammable and explosive? There are some clues that I can be hung up for several days. It’s not an internet celebrity, low or low. Is it hard to know his work due to excessive consumption? Hurry up and withdraw the hot search to Laozi."
Inspector Lin walked out aimlessly, strolling around the nearby road, wandering around, wearing a down jacket and hat, blocking it, looking at the little supporting role of any crew in Hengdian. Finally, he straddled a stone on the side of the road, looking like a car.
It's messed up, just now.
There are many things that I didn’t know at first sight.
Those stupid things when I was young, I thought I could hide it from everyone's eyes, but I couldn't hide it more than a decade later and looked back at himself at that time.
High school is no better than junior high school, and after junior high school, she will wait for herself to go home. When she arrives in high school, she will naturally be alienated from her students. At that time, Class 1 and Class 9 were at the end and the end of the corridor, each next to the stairs on both sides of the teaching building. If he didn't see her, he would take any opportunity to leave the teaching building and return from the stairs of Class 9 every time he had a physical education, biology, or computer class, thinking that he would have the opportunity to take a look at her.
With good luck, I can run into it once in ten times.
In the high school sports meeting, two classes were also sitting at the end of the stands. He still remembered clearly that he was sitting in the first row specially and wanted to see her run a four-by-one relay. She pinned the number plate with a paper clip on her back, and wore shorts with two or three girls in the winter, shivering and jogging past in front of her, and she was surprised to miss the sentence: "Section Lin, you are not afraid of sitting so high in the first row. Blocking others?" Before he could answer, he jumped down the steps to the runway.
…
Checking Bianlin's right hand palm pressed on his forehead, couldn't help but smile.
The subsequent filming in Hengdian went smoothly. Jian Bianlin did not make love scenes in the past. All the characters are either brotherhood or psychological perversion of self-entanglement. In short, because of the past impressions, the director and the co-workers don’t feel it. What's wrong with him not like filming such intimate scenes.
This is the so-called, good image establishment...
The play here ended in about five days, and then went straight to the remote mountain village, which was completely incomparable to the hotel in Hengdian. What big celebrities, directors, little supporting actors, assistants, there is no difference in the rooms, at most, a few people share and one person live alone, even hot water is only two hours a day.
The worst is not enough rooms.
When I first saw the "wife" of the border forest, I was directly arranged to live with him. Seeing other female lead actors are sleeping alone with an assistant. At first sight, I can’t ask her to be a private room alone, right
Of course, even if you want a single room, you don't have one.
I first saw that since I entered this room, I became nervous when I saw the oversized single bed.
I was nervous most of the night, and finally fell asleep holding the magazine after two o'clock.
In Yidou's dim light, a faint figure approached. Lin Bianlin took off his coat and threw it on the small cabinet in the corner. He took off his shoes and went to bed. He looked at Chu Jian holding a magazine half leaning against the head of the bed. He slowly leaned over. Leaning against the wall, her face against the thighs where she first saw the quilt, and her arms around her waist, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't breathe for the first time, I always felt pressed by something, and woke up in a trance.
You can touch his short hair with your fingers, and he trembles suddenly: "Why don't you cover the quilt?" Jian Bianlin was awakened and didn't want to open his eyes.
Why don't you cover the quilt
He was in a trance like going back to when he was a child, six or seven years old? My father was not at home in Zhoushan for half a month. He stayed at their home. He always had a particularly annoying voice when he took a nap. He said repeatedly, "My mother said that you would catch a cold if you don't cover the quilt. Why don't you cover the quilt." He was annoyed, turned over, curled up and continued to sleep, and soon the little quilt with the smell of soap on her body was covered. By the way, add another sentence very annoyingly: My mother said she would catch a cold.
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He was so sleepy that he stiffened his waist after lying down for an hour. After a while, he straightened up. He pulled down the pillow she was leaning against, let her lie down first, then lifted the corner of the quilt and drilled it. Go in.
It's warm, it's her body temperature.
This series of actions were very natural and coherent. When the two of them put on a quilt, they suddenly became sober at first sight. In the end, Bian Lin couldn't hold back, and pushed her clothes up—
He was so sleepy that he touched her waist and took it naturally.
"Aren't you tired?" He didn't dare to breathe at first sight, obviously misunderstanding.
"Um."
Is this "um" tired or not
It was her stiffness, her misunderstanding, or a natural reaction due to being close to each other, and the cause cannot be traced back. In short, people who were originally sleepy can't sleep well anymore—
Lips rubbed the short hair on top of her head, forehead.
The hands in the quilt swept away all obstacles uncomfortably, either torn apart, or thrown away, or directly pushed out with the knees, and fell under the bed... Only when the watch knocked until the hair of the bed made a noise, he noticed himself Everything left the bed, but forgot to take the watch.
Afraid of knocking on her.
He leaned over and kissed her violently, with both hands behind his back, pulling the watch away and throwing it on the table.
When he grabbed her hand and pressed it behind his bare waist, he was still asking if it was too casual... Before he could stop, he just fumbled her hand everywhere, touched her fingers one by one, and found the ring finger. A small tail ring was dropped and put on.
First sight. I love you.
Her lips pressed hot against her ear for a long time, and it was stuck for a long time without saying it. Those three words were too heavy.
Her: No, no, you stop, you touch my leg, why is it trembling
His throat is dry:...
Her: Wait... You tell me first, have you had any with others
he:…
I really want to show her my heart.
There is no one else but her.
Prosecutor Bianlin's voice was too grinning, and asked in a dumb voice: here, right? here…
She was asked to pretend to be dumb, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to push him out of bed, why did she still ask about this kind of thing...
His elbow was on her face, a trace of the pillow was pressed down, and his throat was tight... All the touches of the terrible strangeness of the subtle end were madly expressing that she was his. Too real, but like a dream.
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Later, prosecutor Lin didn't control her too much and made her cry. He hugged her in a panic, terribly distressed. When I first saw him leaning on his naked upper body, I was so painful that I was sweating: This bed kept ringing...
Jian Bianlin saw that she was so distressed, she could not care about anything else. He picked up the trouser cover from the foot of the bed, wrapped Chu Jian tightly with a quilt, and hugged it back on his lap.
I couldn't look away, looked at her, eyes bright as if they were flooded with water.
In the silence he whispered: I want to get married, when I first met, I really want to get married.
At first sight, I felt my eardrum vibrated slightly, as if covered with water.
Seeing that the person in his arms did not respond, his arms tightened a little, and the person in his arms still made no sound. He began to remove the quilt, and when he first saw a cold in his chest, he found his soul, and desperately pulled back the quilt and muttered cold.
He didn't say a word, hugged her, hugged and hugged her tightly.
When I first saw him tossing for two hours, there was a kind of unspeakable dull pain and discomfort in my body. After sitting for a long time, I was confused and dozed off for the first time.
Pause hard, then wake up.
Jian Bianlin was still sitting on the edge of the bed hugging her, watching her doze off.
When he first saw his arm sticking out of the quilt, he touched his face, before being seized by Lin Lin, he bowed his head and kissed her palm.
She whispered: "What are you urging me to do, you can't get married here..."