[Sand sculpture sadomasochism + extreme mutual performance + chasing your wife in the crematorium? No, it's a direct seat]
When I woke up, my dear husband Fu Shi and I were forced into the crew of "Actor's Self-cultivation (Conspiracy Special Edition)".
Script requirements: Love each other but must kill each other, eyes drawn but mouth must spray venom.
Starring: Me (Shen Yi), Fu Shi (that dog!)
Plot: When he was in danger, I applauded: "Good death! Die faster next time!" When I was injured, he nodded: "Not dead? It seems that the other person didn't eat."
On the surface, we were having sex in a cold war to the North Pole, but in our hearts, the OS screen was flashing: "Does the baby hurt?" "That killer with a thousand cuts, please let her go and let me do it!"
I wanted to work together to bring down the crew, but after I found out the bad guy behind the scenes, the director stopped working and went home to post some posts.
As a result, the director found out and the screenwriter ran away. Tell me that the ending is [BE aesthetic ceiling]?
Me: "Wait! This script is wrong! Where is he as promised?"
Fu Shi: "... Honey, it seems that the one receiving the lunch box... Is me?"
"Bad luck!"
"... What's the WIFI password? Tell me in my dream!"
#Husband# #The most miserable actor and actress in the whole network# #This cold war is freezing to death#
