The lower year is sensitive and the upper year is cold and arrogant. Sweet!
Wei Sheng slowly lit a cigarette, scarlet sparks flickering in the darkness. He chewed on the cigarette, his voice vague but with a careless mockery: "You want to threaten me with a few misplaced photos? Don't have a big appetite, kid." As the smoke filled the air, he squinted his eyes, "When I won the award for playing a gay killer when I was nineteen, you were still counting change in a convenience store, right?"
Lu Yanzhou suddenly leaned forward, his breath almost touching his ear, and there was a wicked smile in his deep voice: "What if... We add recording?" He tapped his fingertips on the screen, and a clear audio was played - Wei Sheng's cold voice echoed in the car: ""That director shoots like a movie, even a pig knows the camera better than him."
Lu Yanzhou stepped back half an inch and tilted his head to look at him, with a triumphant light in his eyes: "The sound quality is good, right? Senior... Really don't think about it anymore?"
"He is his blue rose, even if thorns wrap around his neck; he is his thorn bird, even if he dies.
There is a seven-year age difference between the two of them, and they also have a deputy CP. To put it very bluntly, it is to see how two people fall in love in the entertainment industry.
Intention: sweet