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Chapter 6
At that moment, Ji Wang stopped breathing. Then endless anger surged up, if it wasn't for these years of self-cultivation and hardship, Ji Wang might have quit on the spot.
Qi Boyan recognized him, from the very beginning, so he deliberately held the gun against his waist and smeared blood on his mask.
why? Do you want to see how rude he will be?
Probably because he was too surprised, Qi Boyan's hand slid along the dangerous sharp sword, slipped to his upper body, and finally stopped at his waist, holding it at will.
It's as open as Qi Boyan doesn't know how ambiguous this action is.
"Do you think that I won't recognize you by wrapping yourself like this?" Qi Boyan said with a smile in his voice.
After speaking, he glanced down and stopped at Ji Wang's waist: "I've lost weight."
Ji Wang couldn't bear it any longer, patted off Qi Boyan's hand and took a few steps back. He quickly glanced at the eyes of the people around him, and sure enough, there were already many people looking at this place with exploratory eyes, and Xiao Xu was even more surprised.
"Enough." Ji Wang repressed: "Don't provoke me again!"
Qi Boyan put away his hands and looked at Ji Wang expressionlessly.
When not smiling, Qi Boyan's eyes are quite stressful, and when he falls heavily on his body, it almost makes people hold their breath.
But soon, Qi Boyan seemed to have lost interest and took his eyes away from Ji Wang. Step out of the scene and go to the director's place.
Ji Wang was left in place, the temperature of his body gradually lost, and the surroundings became a little colder. His right hand trembled and tightened. He should know that Qi Boyan was obsessed with it, but it was just a chance encounter with an old lover and a joke.
It's just that he's not on the Dao, and he can't perform well.
In the next few scenes, Ji Wang dutifully played the role of a contradictory and soulful assassin. By the time the show ended, it was already two o'clock in the evening.
Ji Wang felt tired, not only physically and mentally, but also a kind of powerlessness overflowing from his bones. After he finished the play, the assistant director came to stop him on purpose and sent him to the crew hotel for one night.
If at the beginning, Ji Wang thought it was his acting skills that moved the director, so he got the benefits of this extra drama, now I understand that 90% of the extra drama was mentioned by Qi Boyan.
What kind of drama is added, what hotel are you staying in, I'm afraid it's not the room where you sleep, but Qi Boyan's suite next door.
Ji Wang thanked him first, and then politely refused. He said that he lived not far from the studio, and he would come back tomorrow morning, so that he would not be late and affect the work of the crew.
The assistant director, a man in his thirties, respectfully called Teacher Ji Wang: "Teacher, how tired are you going back and forth? The hotel is right next to the studio, so you should go there to rest. We have already reserved a room for you. , I'll arrange a car to bring you here tomorrow morning."
Xiaoxu and Ji Wang have been with Ji Wang for so long. The last time they met such a polite person was in that school movie. The main reason is that the film, from the director, to the producer, to the starring, didn't make a name for himself, and he was much more polite than these big crews.
The assistant continued to persuade: "If I let you go back like this, the director will also blame me for the poor arrangement, look at this..."
Ji Wang eats softly and not hard. Seeing that the assistant's face is tired, he has to spend time with him here. He can't bear it, so he agrees.
When the assistant saw that he finally agreed, he couldn't help but sighed.
Ji Wang and Xiao Xu were both sent to that hotel, a five-star luxury hotel suite with floor-to-ceiling windows and a Jacuzzi in the bathroom.
Xiao Xu was stunned, put down his small bag, and prepared to take a taxi to Ji Wang's house to get him a change of clothes.
Ji Wang waved his hand: "Just use disposable underwear. The gentlemen are not so particular about it. You are not tired. Go and wash it first."
Xiaoxu smiled, put down the small bag and went to the bathroom. The partition of the bathroom is frosted glass, and the shadow of some people can be vaguely seen.
Xiaoxu chatted with Ji Wang while washing: "Brother, do you think Director Zhou thinks your acting skills are good, he likes you and wants to play his role with you? Otherwise, you can arrange such a good place for us, the conditions Excellent too!"
Ji Wang took out his cigarette, and smiled when he heard the words. Not to mention that Zhou Lie rarely filmed, most of them only filmed commercials and MVs. Ji Wang did not believe that Qi Boyan did not have the slightest hand in this arrangement tonight.
Xiaoxu didn't get a response, so he stopped chatting. After a quick shower, he gave the bathroom to Ji Wang.
Ji Wang had just smoked one on the balcony, when Xiao Xu smelled the smoke and said in surprise, "Brother, didn't you say you quit last time?"
"Children, smoking addiction is like a troublesome ex, you can't quit easily." Ji Wang, like a seasoned veteran, left this wise saying, patted Xiaoxu on the shoulder, and stepped into the bathroom.
Ji Wang washed for a long time, flushing his skin to the point of redness, and then wrapped in a bath towel and walked out of the bathroom. Without the pheromone suppression sticker, Ji Wang's own smell appeared in the air, and he wiped his hair with water: "Xiao Xu, I have a little bit of pheromone today, don't mind."
He didn't get a response, and the room was quiet.
Smell is the first sense of smell than hearing and sight. What's more, the people in the room didn't mean to cover up their pheromones at all.
Ji Wang held the towel in his hand and looked at the uninvited guest on the sofa in the room through his wet forehead.
Qi Boyan took off the general's dress, revealing his hair that was dyed very lightly. The deep and delicate facial features were all mixed with this hair color.
The man held the phone in his hand, propped his chin, and looked up at Ji Wang.
Qi Boyan was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ji Wang intently. His gaze was like substance, licking from Ji Wang's wet chest to his waist and abdomen, and finally fixed on the waist and buttocks tightly wrapped by the bath towel.
He threw the phone away, changed his posture, sat on the sofa with a dazed sword, and his eyes darkened: "Do you usually dangle in front of the assistant like this?"
Ji Wang threw the towel aside, and in front of Qi Boyan, pulled the towel off, opened the hotel closet, took out the bathrobe, put it on slowly, and tied it.
There was no embarrassment and embarrassment, and even ignored the hot eyes that were firmly nailed to him.
After Ji Wang changed into his bathrobe, he asked, "Where's my assistant?"
Qi Boyan picked up the cigarette Ji Wang placed on the sofa, took out one and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed: "He's in my room, with my assistant."
Ji Wang walked to Qi Boyan: "Let him come back, you get out."
He stood, Qi Boyan sat. Even so, in terms of momentum, he couldn't suppress Qi Boyan at all.
On the contrary, the posture made Qi Bo's words and actions more convenient. The man's palm was attached to Ji Wang's calf, which was slightly warmer after he got out of the bath, and slowly climbed up along the delicate skin.
Qi Boyan said: "Long time no see, don't you miss me?"
Ji Wang almost laughed: "Why do I miss you?"
Qi Boyan looked up at Ji Wang, took out his hand from the bathrobe, grabbed Ji Wang's right hand, raised it to his eyes for a while, and then put his lips on the scar where the tattoo was removed: "Lie, you clearly miss me."
When he spoke, his warm lips brushed between Ji Wang's fingers, causing bursts of numbness, and easily turned that spot into a sensitive spot.
Qi Boyan smiled and added hatefully: "Thinking about it day and night."