sinovels Chapter 9 Don't touch your hands!
Chapter 9 Don't touch your hands!
Song Tang nodded, because he leaned against Fang Hening's shoulder, he didn't forget to tell him, "You should be careful in the circle, don't provoke Fang Xuan, but fortunately you keep a low profile, Shouldn't mess with him."
Fang Hening caressed Song Tang's back, slightly tightened the hands on the back of the neck of the man in his arms, his eyes were cold, "You haven't seen him, why are you so sure?"
Of course it's because he wears a book, and he even knows the ending of the book.
But Song Tang definitely couldn't say that. He didn't have any contact with Fang Xuan. Facing the threat of death, he couldn't afford to risk his life to save some world-weary crazy critic. He wasn't so kind.
Everyone has their own life.
Facing the questioning, he could only say: "There must be a reason for the groundless rumors. If it is false, why haven't he clarified a sentence for so many years? There should be some truth."
Fang Hening closed his eyes, let go of Song Tang's grip on the back of the neck, closed his eyes, and hid the cold water of a pool of silence inside.
Song Tang was a little surprised that he didn't hear Fang Hening's response, but he didn't want to talk too much about that crazy demon king, so it's good to end the topic like this.
After hugging, Song Tang wanted to stay with Fang Hening for supper, but the other party refused, saying that he was busy these days and didn't have a good rest, and wanted to go back to rest early, but he didn't force him to stay, and handed over the script, "You read it first when you go back. Look, let's communicate after reading."
"it is good."
Song Tang was a little worried about Fang Hening's condition, and wanted him to go back to rest quickly, so he didn't care about other things. He took out the photo and pen and handed them over, took a breath, and said, "Qiao Yang is you Fans, please ask me to help you sign your name."
Fang Hening didn't ask, didn't refuse, and left after signing his name neatly.
When he arrived at the underground parking lot, he had a gloomy expression and endured it. In the end, he couldn't hold back. He kicked his car and made a harsh noise. The huge parking lot looked empty and lonely.
Song Tang was in a good mood. After giving the script to Fang Hening, he was only waiting for the other party's feedback. There were seven or eight of them. He could always choose the one he liked. To be on the safe side, he also chose several roles that were the same as the other party's previous roles. The number of roads is very challenging.
He watched all the movies and TV series clips related to Fang Hening, one word, one word, one word, it is amazing.
No matter how difficult the role is, Fang Hening feels at ease when he handles it. If the resources were better, wouldn't the best actor have been softened long ago?The Grand Slam is definitely not a problem, and talented people should not be buried.
However, Yingdi Fang poured a basin of cold water on him.
In the afternoon, looking at the message from Fang Hening, Song Tang was a little puzzled, why did he fall in love with a supporting role?The scripts of several protagonists were not read.
He also mentioned the script about Qiao Yang's friend. The male protagonist has a good personality. On the surface, he is alienated and indifferent. A good screenwriter can win an award if the filming is done well.
It's just that Fang Hening replied with three words, "I don't like it".
Song Tang sighed silently, okay, okay, if you don't like it, you don't like it, just look for it again, there are so many scripts, you can always find something that suits you, if not, you can tailor it, and of course the quality must be guaranteed.
He finalized the supporting role first, and there was still a while before he left for filming. Fang Hening just finished filming the scene at hand and was able to take a rest.
A supporting role is not a big deal, and it's not even useful for him to invest a small part. The main employer sold him a face, and the role was given to him—to be precise, he sold his father...or the Song family's face.
He still has a lot to work on. When people mention "Song Tang" in the future, he doesn't want to remain a second-generation ancestor and an idiot with no skills.
He has to earn back this face by himself.
Back at the apartment that day, after dinner, while waiting for Fang Hening to come over, he used the trumpet he just registered this afternoon to browse information related to Fang Hening.
Star chasing without a trumpet is capitalized and unprofessional.
He didn't hide this from Liang Ying, he just said it was convenient to follow Fang Hening's news, so can he use President Song's account?He is so cold now, the cold president, the money owner, can he chase stars?
That must not be the case. Fan Er has to hold back if he lowers the standard, and Fang Hening cannot be too drifting.
He accidentally added a fan of Fang Yingdi, who seems to be a small employee of Fang Hening's studio. It's good to know more about the other party, so he chatted with the new netizen a few more times.
He flicked his cell phone, time passed quickly, it was already [-]:[-] and Fang Hening hadn't come yet.
Song Tang frowned, opened WeChat, and refreshed the chat interface between the two of them for a long time, but there was no new message, and the road was blocked?Something came out?
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, no matter what he had to send him a message, wouldn't it be more worrying to lose contact so directly.
He paced back and forth in the living room for a few steps, and was about to make a call to Fang Hening, when the door lock sounded, he hurriedly walked towards the door, and as soon as he stood still, he caught sight of the person outside the door.
Compared to usual, Fang Hening's expression was a little gloomy, as if he was not in a good mood.
Song Tang's first thought was that Fang Hening had been wronged. He hurriedly pulled people in, and asked softly, "Is it because someone from the crew bullied you and made you angry?"
He really wanted to post it now, but in Fang Hening's state, he really couldn't care about himself.
Fang Hening looked down at Song Tang, the concern in his eyes was not fake.
He paused, thinking of himself who had stayed downstairs for 10 minutes before coming up, and laughed at himself in his heart.
Seeing that Fang Hening didn't speak, Song Tang became a little anxious, "If you don't want to say it, I'll ask Yang Qing, I told you I can't let you be bullied again, I don't want to be high-profile, but I'm not afraid of high-profile."
The big deal is to make it public. Anyway, the original owner hooked up with Fang Hening before, and everyone in the circle was watching the excitement. Why not make the relationship between the two public, saying that he has caught up with someone, and confirming the agreed lover in public opinion. You're welcome.
As a funder, if you can't even do this well, then you really don't need to be.
When Song Tang turned to look for the phone, Fang Hening grabbed the other's wrist and held it loosely. When those amber brown eyes looked over, he smiled and said, "It's okay, it's just... a little bit into the show, and I'm not in the right state yet." Get adjusted."
Hearing this, Song Tang breathed a sigh of relief, paused for more than ten seconds, and asked again, "Have you had dinner yet?"
"No."
Song Tang clasped Fang Hening's hand instead, pulled him to the table and sat down, adjusted his emotions, returned his indifference to his face, and suppressed his tone, "Wait."
Then he walked into the kitchen, and while taking wontons from the refrigerator, he thought, Fang Hening must have been played by those bitter and bitter characters again.
That's why he promised Qiao Yang to introduce the script to Fang Hening, and play more cheerful characters, it's okay to get into the play.
Staring at Song Tang's back, Fang Hening's lips curled down. He believed that what Song Tang said just now was not afraid of being high-profile was true. This person...
Song Tang moved very quickly and finished it very quickly. He put the bowl in front of Fang Hening, and took another plate of shredded sour papaya, "Taste it."
Fang Hening glanced at the hot wonton noodles that were still steaming, and looked at Song Tang on the opposite side. The other party rarely looked away, and stared at him without blinking. He seemed calm, but in fact he was a bit eager.
His throat choked and he asked, "Aren't you in a hurry? I'm late today."
Song Tang opened the chair and sat down, said seriously: "It's urgent, but it's not that urgent. I'm not such a jerk that I only see myself."
After finishing speaking, seeing Fang Hening staring at him all the time, he glanced away a little embarrassedly, "My mother said that food is a very pure thing that can heal people's hearts. Hurry up, the dough won't taste good after falling off."
He didn't remember much before the age of six, but he remembered this.
When he fell down and suffered setbacks, his mother would always give him all kinds of delicious food first, such as small cakes, biscuits, etc., and then she would reason with him when he was in a better mood.
If you eat delicious food, you will feel better. He has tried it himself and it works.
Where Song Tang didn't see it, the corners of Fang Hening's lips flattened a bit, but his eyes were still depressed. In the end, he didn't say much, and silently finished a bowl of wonton noodles. It smelled delicious and tasted even better. Well, light but not too much, just right.
After eating and tidying up the kitchen, Tie Tie was naturally delayed.
Song Tang's tense mood did not completely relax until his chest was pressed against each other.
Fortunately, it was Fang Hening who met at this time. If it was someone else, he probably wouldn't have the energy to deal with it, but with the other party, even if the battery was low, he didn't feel much pressure.
It's just a toss up until now, after the fixed time he usually sleeps, he feels a little sleepy.
He was still thinking about something, and he didn't notice it when the posting time was up, and he said earnestly: "I am your benefactor, and you are my protector. Me, don't swallow your grievances, I'll make the decision for you."
Different from the cold and hard tone when he was awake, Song Tang's voice now sounds sleepy, even a little confused.
Fang Hening listened, and felt very novel. No one had said anything similar to him for so many years, and no one even spoke to him in such a gentle tone that seemed to be admonishing a child.
He laughed helplessly, as if he was compromising, but also relieved.
He originally didn't want to come here today, but he couldn't hold back when the time came, and he hesitated downstairs again when he arrived, but in the end, he still couldn't make it - he wanted to see him.
Fang Hening raised his hand and rubbed Song Tang's hair, "Okay, got it."
"It's not enough to just know, you have to remember."
"Well, remember."
Only then was Song Tang satisfied with the promise, he slowly got up, his mind was drowsy and he was about to fall asleep, he searched for the shoes for a long time before putting them on, "I'll go back to sleep first, you can do whatever you want, if you go back, drive slowly .”
Looking at Song Tang who was so sleepy that he almost deviated from a straight line when walking, Fang Hening finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and then turned around and gave a glare at the man who forcibly cheered him up.
He barely stopped laughing, "Go to sleep, good night."
After making sure that Fang Hening didn't laugh anymore, Song Tang continued to walk to the master bedroom. Really, what's so funny, he explained seriously, okay, he still laughed at him if he didn't appreciate it, next time he should just let him go!
But before he fell asleep, he suddenly thought of something. In front of Fang Hening, he seemed to talk too much, and he hoped that the other party would not find him annoying.
After that day, Fang Hening's mood returned to the right track. After Song Tang asked several times, everything went well, so he was really relieved.
He was about to get off work today, and he was thinking about what to have for dinner. Today, with Fang Hening, he wanted to cook two more dishes, but unexpectedly, an unexpected guest came.
Listening to the name Liang Ying said, he didn't have the slightest impression, "Who?"
Seeing Song Tang's reaction, Liang Ying knew that the other party must have forgotten. She repeated, "Ding Zixuan, you made friends two months ago."
In this way, Song Tang knew that the fish was raised by the original owner.
He turned his gaze back to the computer screen, "No, I said I won't contact you any more. If you find a company in the future, don't ask me. You can deal with it directly. There is only Fang Hening by my side, no one else."
Liang Ying understood, "Okay, I understand, I will always do this in the future."
Song Tang didn't pay attention to this little episode. The original owner had so many fishes and everything in a mess. They flattered him just to make him rich and willing to play. He withdrew, and those fish would naturally go to others. They were all human beings. , knowing that pestering him is a waste of energy.
As long as the time is long enough, faux pas?Neptune?Those are the history.
It's just that he didn't expect that Ding Zixuan would follow him downstairs to the apartment.
Looking at the fancy-dressed young man in front of him, his expression froze, he turned around and walked towards the elevator, but Ding Zixuan stopped him even faster.
Ding Zixuan smiled flatteringly, "Boss Song, we had a good time before, why didn't we contact each other suddenly? Tell me what I did wrong, and I will definitely change it."
To Song Tang, this was a stranger, and he was not good at dealing with such situations. He stared at the entrance of the elevator hall not far away with a sullen face, with a cold and arrogant expression, "It's over, it's over, no more pestering It won't do you any good."
Ding Zixuan didn't take Song Tang's refusal as a refusal, he took a step forward and stretched out his hand, "President Song, don't be so heartless."
Song Tang took a step back subconsciously, and almost turned around and ran away. He raised his voice and warned, "Don't move!"
Ding Zixuan was still smiling, and leaned towards Song Tang, "I said no, but in fact, Mr. Song really wants to be accompanied, I heard that you have no one around these days, so I will accompany you tonight? You can play whatever you want, Mr. Song has the final say."
Ding Zixuan's tone and hints made Song Tang disgusted, and was startled by the approaching person, his footsteps were chaotic, he didn't know where he stumbled, he was about to fall backwards, and the next second——
He was pulled into a very familiar embrace by the belt, and immediately, someone kicked Ding Zixuan in the stomach, knocking him to the ground.
The author says:
Hehehe, here he is, here he is——