I’m Completely Clueless About Sockpuppet Accounts Being Unmasked

Chapter 43 (Plus more)

Fu Mingyuan stood there for a while.

There was no rain, and it was sunny after the rain.

The warm light shone on him, dispelling the cold of early winter.

Seeing that he hadn’t moved, the makeup artist ran over with the makeup case.

Du Jing shook the coat in his arms, still feeling that others are assistants doing this kind of work, and this is his agent.

Just taking two steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong, and followed Fu Mingyuan’s line of sight.

Then he staggered.

The man standing on the edge of the fence, outside the crowd, holding a mobile phone and waving at him, looked familiar.

It was a hat buttoned on his head, a mask and a military green padded jacket.

Before Du Jingren came to Fu Mingyuan, Fu Mingyuan moved.

The makeup artist who was still dusting him with a powder puff looked dumbfounded.

Why did he leave suddenly.

Du Jing hurriedly rushed over, put his coat over him, and then took the makeup artist to apologize.

After apologizing, he has to go to the director to ask for a leave. Don’t know if one afternoon is enough?

At the moment everyone is busy preparing for the next scene, but nobody cares about them in particular.

Shen Qi moved his shoulders.

Wearing a mask is uncomfortable all the time, and the exhaled heat misted my eyes.

He watched his brother frown slightly, pursed his lips, and walked towards him step by step.

“Why did you come here?” Fu Mingyuan walked quickly and arrived in front of Shen Qi within a few steps.

He lowered his head slightly, and there was no emotion in his voice.

Shen Qi blinked, wiped his eyelids with his palms, and felt a little itchy.

“Guess, brother.”

There was a smile in his tone, and a little dullness.

Fu Mingyuan stretched out his hand and rubbed his head wearing a hat.

The force is very light and very heavy.

As if suppressing something.

“Well, have you eaten?” Fu Mingyuan’s voice suddenly became muffled, slightly hoarse.

The road from City A was far away, and there was only a long-distance bus in the morning. He didn’t know if the boy came by that bus.

Shen Qi looked around, no one noticed them.

He stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Mingyuan’s sleeves to help him straighten the sleeves, patted the ashes on the sleeves, and leaned in to whisper, “No food.”

“But… Brother, you look better.”

Fu Mingyuan wears this suit, which is more shoulder-width apart and long-legged than usual, with a straight nose, deep eyes, and the belt around his waist hooks his waist.

Wide shoulders and narrow waist, perfect proportions.

These eight words popped up in Shen Qi’s mind.

Instead of the original hunger in the stomach.

If there were not so many people now, he might not just talk about it as simple as that.

Fu Mingyuan lowered his eyes, moved his fingertips, turned sideways slightly, let the light lean on Shen Qi’s body, and the pad of his right hand pressed the hat against his forehead.

“Ok.”

“wait for me a bit.”

He turned and walked towards the director.

Du Jing was trying to communicate with the director about changing Fu Mingyuan’s play. The director frowned, obviously very unhappy.

The director is originally a person who pursues perfection, and every shot must be perfect, otherwise it won’t take so long to shoot and work hard.

At this moment, the male protagonist suddenly said that he would ask for leave. Even if Fu Mingyuan’s identity was placed there, he was not very happy.

Shen Qi continued to lean on the side, pulling his hat.

A villager who was just standing not far from him just looked on and came up: “Do you know a big star?”

Shen Qi reacted and nodded: “My brother, is he handsome?”

The lips hidden under the mask are somewhat dry.

Why is there so many people, he can only see his brother alone.

The villager nodded: “Handsome, my sister wants to see him every day.”

“He lives in the house behind my house. My sister wanted to take a peek last night, but she didn’t come back in the middle of the night.”

The villager nodded as he spoke.

Not to mention his sister, he wants to see it.

Shen Qi turned his head and glanced at him.

Squinting slightly, the sun is still dazzling.

He snorted, it was so soft that the villagers could not hear it clearly.

As soon as he wanted to say something more, Fu Mingyuan came towards them.

Shen Qi pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth and tore off his hat, exposing all his eyebrows.

The villager was stunned for a while.

Good deed, how come all of them are so good-looking.

Fu Mingyuan seemed to perceive the villagers’ gaze, and when he turned around, his gaze passed over him, causing a bit of displeasure.

The villagers felt a cool breeze behind them.

It may be because of the cold weather.

…

There were no people on the way back to the house, and most of the villagers were busy at this time.

Shen Qi followed Fu Mingyuan and slowly stepped on his shadow.

Fu Mingyuan stopped suddenly.

He was standing in the middle of the road, staring at Shen Qi.

The eyes are focused and restrained.

Shen Qi chuckled lightly, buttoned his hat on Fu Mingyuan’s head, and pressed his cheek to his shoulder.

“There is no one here, brother.”

Fu Mingyuan stiffened a bit, “Well, no.”

Shen Qi uttered a cry, then tugged at the hem of his clothes, and stretched in from the hem, his cold hands pressed against the warm, strong waist.

“Don’t move.” Fu Mingyuan frowned slightly, and pulled his wrist around with one hand, but then he didn’t let go.

Keeping his wrists around, he went back to the house.

As he passed the front room, Shen Qi’s gaze stayed for a while, and then he grabbed Fu Mingyuan’s arm, his whole strength leaned on him, and slowly said, “The little brother told me just now that his sister is coming to peek at you. .”

He licked his lips, his gaze fell on Fu Mingyuan’s chin, stained with mud, and the hand that was not grasped lifted up and wiped it with his fingers.

The soil did not come down, but a layer of powder was rubbed.

Shen Qi laughed.

The puff is thick enough.

Even the dirt is painted on, it’s true enough.

Fu Mingyuan paused, after a few seconds: “Little brother?”

He frowned, with some doubts in his voice.

The hand surrounding Shen Qi’s wrist changed to holding his entire hand, and the steps he stepped out suddenly became much larger.

The house Fu Mingyuan lived in was not big, it belonged to the villagers who borrowed it, and it only had an outside room and a bedroom.

The outer room is the stove and eating table, which are cleaned very cleanly.

There was only a narrow bed in the bedroom, which was long enough to fit Fu Mingyuan. It was a rigid bed with two layers of quilt.

The cover was neatly folded and placed at the foot of the bed.

Shen Qi couldn’t help kicking the quilt at the end of the bed with his toes.

He couldn’t focus on his legs, he felt like a fish lacking water, he could only pat his tail constantly.

The abdomen is covered with warm palms, and there is no gap between the breaths.

The wide padded jacket was used as a mattress. One hand grasped the edge of the pillow and the other grasped Fu Mingyuan’s placket, and a deep wrinkle was caught.

He raised his head, closed his eyes, his lips and tongue were entangled, and he was not let go of an inch.

Fu Mingyuan has been watching him.

Fingertips went into his hair and rubbed lightly.

After a long while, he calmed his breath, helped Shen Qi pull down the sweater, twisted his lips away from the water stain, lowered his head again, and kissed his eyelid.

The eyelids trembled a bit severely.

Shen Qi’s breathing was short.

It is impossible to get over.

As soon as I entered the house, the door was locked.

Without a reaction, he was pulled by his wrist and lay on the bed.

Fu Mingyuan’s fingertips brushed his eyebrows again: “Sorry.”

His voice is much lower than usual, and his breathing is obviously disordered: “I’ll get you something to eat.”

He kissed Shen Qi’s red lips again.

Shen Qi half-hidden his eyes, the curtains in the room were closed, and the light outside could not be seen.

Gee, it’s a mistake.

Originally, he said that his brother was delicious.

Why doesn’t it feel right now.

Although the taste is very good, but if he comes a few times, his waist may not be able to bear it.

The pinched waist is soft and the legs are soft.

He kicked the quilt again.

Lips are still tingling.

…

Fu Mingyuan cooked two dishes for Shen Qi, both of which were delivered by the villagers.

Fried a bowl of egg fried rice.

Shen Qi was really hungry and really tired.

Waking up early in the morning, the car has been half asleep and half awake, sleeping with neck pain.

After eating, he dozed off in Fu Mingyuan’s arms.

Fu Mingyuan patted him on the back once and again.

“When did you get up?” He kissed Shen Qi’s hair and asked.

Shen Qi yawned, grabbed the person with his hands and feet, and arched him a few times.

The bed is really not big enough, the two can only sleep with their arms around each other.

“It’s more than four o’clock.” He was really sleepy, and his voice was much lower.

“The alarm clock rang a dozen times before getting up.”

Fu Mingyuan tilted his head and looked at his profile, then softly replied.

“It’s so hard to see you once, brother.” Shen Qi whispered again: “Last time I got up so early, it was during the game.”

“The road here is also difficult.”

“The tricycle is too bumpy.”

He hadn’t been so bumpy before, and his **** was hurting.

Fu Mingyuan heard him complain, his voice became smaller and smaller, and the strength to pat him on the back became smaller and smaller.

I waited until the confirmer was asleep before stopping.

It was still light outside.

When people were asleep, Fu Mingyuan got out of bed and helped him tuck the quilt.

After going out, Du Jing, who was sitting at the door of the house next door, holding a bowl of fermented rice dumplings and drinking, quickly put the bowl down.

“Asleep?” He really didn’t expect that Shen Qi came over without saying a word.

Fu Mingyuan nodded.

He is not tired at all now, and he is in good spirits.

“How many days? Two days? Three days?”

“I didn’t ask.” Fu Mingyuan’s gaze fell by the window, and he couldn’t see anything in the house.

Du Jing lowered his voice: “There are so many people here, anyway, you two will converge, you will be photographed by then…”

He remembered that the two were filmed before, and the fans’ reaction suddenly felt that he was choked by the sweet and greasy smell of wine.

Fu Mingyuan did not respond to him.

“Actually, you don’t have to agree to make his next movie for two days off.”

Du Jing shook his head.

The director of “Tomorrow” is a director who loves to make fringe themes. In the past few years, there has not been a movie that can pass the trial, but as long as it can pass the trial, it will definitely win an award.

“Tomorrow” is one that can pass the trial.

Fu Mingyuan’s eyes were deep, but he still didn’t say a word.

Du Jing:…

Okay, this is placed in the ancient dunjun.

The two were standing in silence at the door, and Ji Yin and her assistant ran over with umbrellas.

Du Jing now has a headache when he sees Ji Yin.

Flow Xiaohua is so easy to learn, he ran to Brother Fu whenever he had a problem.

Had it not been for this little girl to look at Brother Fu the same way he looked at her elders, he might have wanted to get crooked.

Du Jing glanced into the room. Maybe this one saw the photo and came in such a hurry when he was jealous.

Du Jing sighed and decided to continue to stare at the hot search on Weibo.