After driving for more than an hour, we finally arrived at Dasheng Studios.

This is the first time he has come to this film shooting base known as "Hengdian in the south, Dasheng in the north". The scale is really amazing. It seems to have become a famous tourist attraction in the capital. The filming attracted many tourists.

He Gu parked the car and called Komatsu. When Komatsu heard his voice, he was so busy that he asked He Gu to wait for him.

This wait is half an hour.

Watching batches of tourists lined up to enter, there are many fans from all walks of life, wearing uniform clothes and holding various support items.

So young, He Gu thought to himself.

At this time, Komatsu finally came. He was sweating profusely. He was very embarrassed to see He Gu, and apologized repeatedly: "He Gu, this is a work card, you can drive in the car."

"I won't go in, give him your phone."

"Ah, you're not going in? Brother Han is shooting an advertisement, don't you want to watch it?"

"It's nothing to see, I'm a layman to influence your work."

"No, it's actually quite fun, let's go have a look."

Why does it feel a little strange, why does Komatsu insist on letting him see it?

Xiaosong also realized that he was a little too diligent, and he said embarrassingly: "Have you quarreled with Brother Han? Brother Han is in a bad mood today, why don't you go in and coax him, otherwise... we won't be able to do our work well either? …”

"I don't know how to coax people." He Gu said honestly, "And we didn't quarrel." How could he quarrel with Song Juhan, just two sentences were his limit.

Komatsu sighed in disappointment: "Then you drive carefully."

"Well, hard work." He Gu patted his shoulder and turned to get into the car.

In fact, he really wanted to see Song Juhan, but he knew that now was not the time. Meeting Song Juhan when he was busy and in a bad mood would probably be more troublesome. It might be better to wait for Song Juhan to calm down, and he would probably come to him.

Not long after the car drove out, his phone rang. It was from Xiaosong. As soon as he connected, he heard Xiaosong lowered his voice and said embarrassingly, "Brother He Gu, Brother Han is angry, I want you to come back."

"Get angry?" He Gu really didn't understand Song Juhan's logic, he said helplessly: "Okay."

He turned around in front of him, but at this time it was during the rush hour, and the traffic jam started, and the car moved at a rapid pace. Ten minutes later, Komatsu called to remind him. Twenty minutes later, he called again, and his voice was almost crying.

He Ge was also in a hurry, but he couldn't fly over.

After a journey of seven or eight kilometers, after walking for more than half an hour, we finally drove back to the studio. Xiaosong was waiting for him at the door. When he saw him, it was like seeing a savior. For fear that he would regret it, he rushed into his car: "Brother, drive in, and I will show you the way."

The security guards let them go after seeing the work card, and the two entered the studio along a completely different road from the tourists.

He Gu glanced at the panting Xiaosong and comforted: "Don't worry, Ju Han is just like that temper, what's wrong with him?"

Xiaosong cried and said: "I don't know. Brother Han often loses his temper for no reason. I don't know why this time. I said that you sent the phone to someone and he was angry."

I couldn't figure out why, anyway, it was definitely not because Song Juhan wanted to see him especially.

The car drove to a street with a style of the Republic of China, the two got out of the car, and Komatsu took him to a mansion that was being filmed.

Walking to the lounge, Xiao Song tapped carefully: "Brother Han, Brother He Gu is here."

"Yeah." A cold voice came from the lounge.

Opening the door, he saw Song Juhan wearing the uniform of a major general, standing in front of the mirror, asking the stylist to adjust his belt. In order to pursue the effect of reflecting the figure, the clothes were deliberately made a little tight. They were wrapped around Song Juhan's body. Song Juhan's mother was a German mixed-race supermodel who was once world-renowned. Her net height was ten centimeters taller than her, and her legs were unbelievable. His appearance and figure inherited all the advantages of his parents. There are so many in the world. People are blessed.

Song Juhan turned his face, with a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which complemented the high brow bone, making his facial features extraordinarily deep. His hair was all combed back, revealing a smooth forehead, which further highlighted his tall nose bridge and knife cut. The face shape like this gives people a kind of tension that is rigorous and mysterious but may erupt at any time.

"Ju Han." He Gu nodded at him.

Song Juhan said, "Everyone go out, I'll rest for a while."

When the stylist and makeup artist heard the words, they all went out, and Komatsu also withdrew. He Gu hesitated for a while, and as soon as he lifted his foot, Song Juhan glared at him: "You stay."

He Gu closed the door and walked over to him: "What's the matter, are you in a bad mood?"

Song Juhan took off his glasses and threw them aside: "Komatsu asked you to come in, why didn't you come in?" Song Juhan didn't like wearing glasses because his eyelashes were too long.

"I'm afraid it will affect your work."

"Fart." Song Juhan pinched his chin: "Are you trying to avoid me?"

"Why am I avoiding you?"

Song Ju smiled coldly: "Isn't it because I mentioned Feng Zheng, you seem to be very interested in him."

"We haven't been in touch for so many years, so it shouldn't be a concern."

"Then why are you so abnormal for him?"

He Gu thought for a while: "I don't think I'm abnormal."

Song Juhan raised his eyebrows: "Are you raising a bar with me?"

He Gu sighed: "Ju Han, what do you want?"

"Don't talk to me in such a fucking tone, as if I'm making trouble out of nowhere." Song Juhan pushed He Gu away and almost pushed him to the ground.

He Gu straightened his clothes, sat next to him, and looked at him quietly. He didn't know how to comfort people, he just knew Song Juhan, no matter what caused the fire in Song Juhan's heart, as long as he didn't vent it cleanly, it would definitely make everyone uneasy.

Song Juhan was silent for a while, then suddenly kicked the coffee table away, and shouted at He Gu: "You are a fucking dead person, you can't say something nice, you can't smile, I'll pay for a duck. They are more knowledgeable and interesting than you, what do I want you to do!"

He Gu's heart throbbed a little, and his lips trembled slightly. The more Song Juhan was like this, the more he didn't know what to do, so he could only remain silent.

Song Juhan was so angry that he dropped several things.

He Gu hesitated for a long time before he said, "Ju Han, it was my fault, don't be angry." Although he didn't know where he was wrong.

Song Ju looked at him coldly for a while, then said, "Take off your pants."

He Gu looked at him in surprise. It's just a lounge, it's full of people outside...

"Take it off, since you can't even coax people, at least you have to learn how to calm people down."

He Gu hesitated for a moment: "You lock the door."

Song Juhan locked the door and looked at him with his chest folded.

He Gu took off his trousers without expression.

Song Juhan strode up, and pressed He Gu on the sofa with his back to him, as if he was worried about wrinkling his clothes, he just pulled down the pull-chain and rammed without hesitation.

As they bumped into each other, Song Juhan said in a cluttered mouth, "It's a pity that you didn't do it with Feng Zheng back then, there's not even a comparison, otherwise I'll let you know, I even got to bed -Kung Fu is better than him."

Why did he grit his teeth, not daring to make the slightest sound. His forehead was covered in sweat, his eyes were a little bloodshot, and he could endure the pain and discomfort, but the humiliation shame and humiliation tortured his heart especially. He persuaded himself in his heart not to care, what he wanted was Song Juhan's company, so he had to pay an equal price, which was fair.

Probably because of this kind of consciousness, Song Juhan never broke up with him.

Song Juhan's needs in this regard are much greater than ordinary people, especially when he is in a bad mood or stressed, he can't smoke or drink, and he can't travel by car. Exercise and do - love. But he is not promiscuous. One is that he is dirty, the other is that he doesn't want to be used, and the third is that he is watched by others. He has never been in a formal relationship for many years in the circle, but he has a few fixed The bed-partner, why is he the one who has been with him the longest.

Speaking of which, if there was no Feng Zheng at the time, it would not have stirred up Song Juhan's competitive spirit, and he had to get him. After so many years, Song Juhan's arrogant and competitive personality has not changed at all.

Song Juhan finished venting, wiped it with a tissue, and adjusted his clothes. He Ge's legs were weak, and he was paralyzed on the sofa for a long time, unable to move.

Seeing He Gu's embarrassed appearance, Song Juhan seemed to be in a better mood. He pinched He Gu's face and showed a malicious smile: "Fuck—do you feel good?"

He Gu narrowed his eyes and looked at him, but did not speak.

"What about you?"

"Cool." He Gu said softly.

"It's so good." Song Juhan leaned down and placed a very gentle kiss on the corner of He Gu's lips, but the words he said were like the words of a devil: "I'm also very cool, all the ones I've been to are younger and more beautiful than you, but no A few have your soul here, and you are also considered to be very talented."

He Gu closed his eyes and tried to get up, but he couldn't do anything below the waist.

Song Juhan put on his trousers and slapped him on the buttocks: "Wait for me here, I'll bring you something delicious tonight." Song Juhan walked to the mirror, straightened his clothes, and slapped him out of his throat. He hummed a melodious tune, then turned around to open the door and left.

He Gu leaned on the sofa, zipped the zipper weakly with his fingers, and fastened the belt. He took a few breaths to complete such a simple action.

He stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, with an empty heart and an empty mind.

He knew that he was a bitch, but it didn't bother others, he was happy. And he won't be cheap for a few years. He is almost thirty. He wants to enjoy every minute and second with Song Juhan before he gets tired of it, and accumulate more memories. A person's life is so short and dozens of times. Years, he doesn't care how others live, and doesn't care what others think, anyway, he won't go against his will for any dignity.

He likes Song Juhan, so he likes it.

He slowed down for a long time, and his weak legs were relieved. He went to the bathroom to clean up, and waited quietly for Song Juhan in the lounge. From yesterday to today, he was so tired that he fell asleep on the sofa while waiting.

I don't know how long it took, someone pushed the door and came in, He Gu woke up, his head was buzzing, and he looked at Xiao Song in confusion.

"Brother He Gu, why are you still here?" Komatsu looked at him in surprise.

"Ju Han asked me to wait for him."

Komatsu said embarrassedly: "Brother Han has long since left. I went to dinner with the crew, and I stayed to pack my things."

He Gu closed his eyes and said tiredly, "Well, then I'll go back."

"Brother He Gu." Xiaosong couldn't bear it: "Brother Han was too busy in the afternoon, so... I forgot. I'll invite you to dinner."

"No, go back to rest early."

"He Gu..." Komatsu sighed, "Thank you for your hard work."

He Ge didn't say anything, just took the key and left.

He didn't even need the sympathy of a big boy.