Qin Huo stared at Yuan Shang's appearance and couldn't move his eyes away for a second. He felt as if he had developed a different thought for the other person in another life. Even if they were both at home, he did not dare to chat with Yuan Shang as easily as before. Closer. However, life is like drinking tea. When you drink low-quality tea every day, you will not find it difficult to swallow. Once you taste the fragrant good tea, you will never be able to adapt to the original quality. It is just like the first-class tea. The fragrance of tea shone into his world, dispersing the dust and warm air. His avoidance for just a few days exhausted almost all his energy, and every ounce of reason warned him to keep distance from Yuan Shang. . He thought he could do it, until the other party stood in front of him, simply and without any means, he shattered all the defenses he had built up within the "safety range".

Harakami smiled and said: "Are you busy lately? It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time."

Qin Huo looked at him deeply, spoke for a long time, and finally simply nodded: "Yes."

The other party's state looked strange. Harana frowned sharply, but when he looked up and down, he didn't see anything different about Qin Huo. Was he in a bad mood because he was too busy recently? I just listened to Mu. The assistant said that he seemed to have lost his temper, but Yuanami had no idea about the fact that "Qin Huo is very scary when he gets angry". He couldn't say he was scared or not. He just felt that the other party's eyes seemed to be extraordinarily deep today, which made him feel a little bit stressed. Out of breath.

Maybe it’s because he’s been busy with work these days and hasn’t had a good rest? Qin Huo led Yuan Shang to sit down in the rest area and made a pot of tea. The aroma of tea overflowed. The office was warm and bright, and the sofa was exceptionally soft and spacious, safe and comfortable. The smell seemed to spread all of a sudden. Harami couldn't help but yawned, and then spread out the planning book in his hand: "Look at this."

The mist of hot water rose up and floated in front of his eyes. Qin Huo poured a cup of tea, which was about half full. He felt that the side of the cup was no longer so hot before he carefully placed it in front of Yuan Shang. He took the thing and was not busy looking at it. Looking at Yuan Shang's yawning appearance: "Didn't you sleep well?"

Harakami smiled: "Is it obvious? The promotional activities for "The Secret" have been very busy recently, and there are several newcomers who are interested in signing contracts in the studio. In their free time, they have to write and compose songs. There really is no time to rest. Look at me. Dark circles.”

He made a mark under his eyes as if joking, and then continued: "There is no way, career, you must work hard. Take a look at this script, I got it from Hongbo Zhan, it is a small-budget drama with not much investment. .”

"Where's Hong Bozhan?" Qin Huo lowered his head, raised his eyelids without any trace, and spoke calmly, even slower, "Are you familiar with him?"

Harada lazily knocked his legs and leaned on the sofa: "It's not bad. Well, the tea is good."

It was really good, with a mellow and sweet aftertaste in the mouth, the tea soup was refreshing and thick, and the warm aroma made the whole person feel lazy. Being tired in spring and autumn, Yuan Shang yawned louder and louder, and saw Qin Huo lowering his head. After talking again, he found a pillow, hugged him in his arms and leaned on the backrest to take a nap. It was strange that the sofa was not so soft when he came to Qin Huo's place before, but today it seemed as if his whole body was about to sink into it. While he was thinking about it, he was thinking about the development of various plots in "Fatal Pursuit". It can be seen that Shang Shu put a lot of effort into this movie. The planning book even included several hand-drawn plots for the movie. The brushstrokes of the mirrors and storyboards are delicate and magnificent, and the sense of the picture is vivid on the paper.

With a friend in the industry like Yu Shuimiao, Yuan Shang can still tell whether a director cares about his own work. Yu Shuimiao is a willful person. He has his own pursuits, but sometimes he also cares about money.

Shoot some messy things. Careful works are like this "Jiang Hu" that is still being shot. He can lead a group of creative teams to start revising the script one or two years in advance, carefully crafting every word, and filling the world with chaos.

We flew to choose a suitable location. Even the extras who appeared for less than a second had to be personally trained and scripted before they were cast. Before starting the filming, there was a thick stack of hand-drawn drawings. If you pick any one, it will be so detailed that it looks like the work of a master.

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The audience's eyes are sharp, and they can easily tell whether the work is done with care or not. Every time Yuan Shang composes a song, he has such a sincere attitude and does not slack off at all.

There is a special kind of telepathy.

Maybe it was because the sofa was too soft, or maybe it was really safe in Qin Huo's office. His mind was getting drowsier and his eyes were getting heavier. After thinking about it, Yuan Shang fell asleep involuntarily.

Qin Huo pretended to be reading the script, but in fact he didn't really pay attention to the text for a second. He had already noticed it when he started to read it, and his heart was trembling in response to the other party's movements.

The sound of long breathing finally sounded, and he let out a long sigh of relief. He sat there and stared at Yuan Shang's sleeping face for a long time. The eyelashes that trembled from time to time because of his uneasy sleep kept him awake for several days.

The gloomy fire in my heart was blown out in a flash.

Why didn't you notice that he was so good-looking before?... Qin Huo held the script and leaned over to look at Yuan Shang's eyebrows carefully. He looked very peaceful when he was sleeping, his brows were relaxed and his lips were slightly pursed.

His skin was so white that it looked more transparent under the sunlight, but his lips were pink, showing a healthy color. The corners of his lips naturally turned upwards. Qin Huo traced its shape through the air from a distance, and he

You can almost feel the full and warm touch on your fingertips, you just need to go down a little bit...

Probably because his sleeping position was uncomfortable, Harakami suddenly moved his body unconsciously, interrupting Qin Huo's involuntary approach. He retracted his hand and his chest tightened. He couldn't tell whether he was lucky or not.
Chapter completed!