MTL - Dressed As An Omega Who Was Divorced By Seven Alphas-Chapter 15
The harshness of the planet's environment is worse than He Huan's imagination, no wonder no one takes such a good role as Samir.
As soon as I got off the spaceship, the dry air hit my face.
He Huan clearly felt that the moisture on his skin was being taken away, and if he stayed for a while longer, he might be blown into raisins.
Jiang Xintian arrived before them, and made personnel arrangements on the spot ahead of time, such as finding the best local bus to receive them.
As soon as they stepped into the bus, the air conditioner and humidifier turned everyone from raisins back to crystal grapes.
Cornelia, a beauty-loving girl, couldn't stand it at first: "I regret it, the weather is too bad! I'm going to tell Mr. Jiang that I want to go home, will he kill me?"
Li Qi also arrived earlier, and now he is serving as their tour guide: "There is no need for him to do it at all, and you will be an adult in a few days."
Cornelia pouted: "Brother Li, you are so bad, you actually cursed me to become a human being, so ugly!" She picked up a delicate small paper bag and shook it in Li Qi: "I decided not to give it to you. The biscuits made by He Huan, I eat by myself."
Li Qi: "Biscuits?" What?
This is the last bag left, even Old Jiang's and the colleagues who arrived early from the film crew were all eaten up by the group of people in the car!
Gao Jinyue rubbed her unsatisfied stomach, curled her lips: "Those of you who want to keep fit shouldn't eat it, give it all to me."
An actor sitting in the back row joked: "Don't worry, Lao Gao, if you don't give up desserts, you will get diabetes, cerebrovascular diseases, and..."
Gao Jinyue slapped it: "Go away! From now on, He Huan's biscuits will not be your share." He turned his head and said to He Huan very seriously: "Xiao Huan, remember, don't give this to me. people."
His serious appearance was so much like the dean of the school that he made everyone in the car laugh.
…
The hotel I stayed in was called "Kuxing Hotel", named after the novel "The Lost Kuxing Town" that was popular all over the planet.
The story background of the novel unfolds on the planet Kersburg.
After arriving at the hotel, Li Qi allocated a room for them.
The core members of the crew, as well as the delicate oga were allocated the best room.
But the other rooms are also very good, because the Kuxing Hotel can be regarded as the highest-grade hotel on the planet Kesburg.
He Huan took the key and went to his room—No. s517.
Open the curtains, except for the small piece of sparse green near the hotel, the distance is full of wind-eroded landforms carved by wind and sand, and the colorful rock formations are very similar to Yadanji Stone Ridge.
It's really bad and uncomfortable, especially since He Huan's body likes warmth and humidity.
But still bearable.
The photography technology of the interstellar era has dropped dozens of streets in the 21st century, but the more advanced the technology, the more people pursue truth, originality and nature in enjoying movies and TV.
Only film crews without money will shoot films in film and television studios.
Really ambitious and responsible directors will choose natural scenes and do their best. This is also very demanding for actors.
The appetite of the audience is also great, and they will never treat you differently because of your good looks, or the special status of oga.
Everything speaks with strength.
That's why He Huan played against Yan Tingyun that day, and conquered many big shots with his strength, so they would speak for He Huan on the Internet.
…
He Huan cleaned the bathtub, then lay down in the bath to rehydrate himself.
Taking a bath every time is a comfortable and unpleasant thing. There is no grass or tree that does not like the nourishment of the water of life, but when he touches his body, he always feels empty.
That alha named Fitz was **** strong and domineering, leaving indelible traces in his body, and the process of eliminating it with mana every day was extremely slow.
He can't do happy things with other alhas until the traces are eliminated.
It's unreasonable to let him be a simple and ascetic monk with such a greedy body.
He Huan bit his nails, but it was still not enough.
In the end, he couldn't help but put his fingers in his mouth, closed his eyes tightly, straightened his well-proportioned white legs, and curled up his pale pink toes.
It's hard...it's really hard...
"Well…"
He uttered a low moan similar to sobbing, like a cat whose owner confiscated the dried fish and suffered great grievances.
There was a brief vacancy in his sanity, and after he regained consciousness, he slapped the water surface irritably.
There was no way to soak anymore, He Huan picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around his body, but it couldn't cover the pink color from head to toe.
He was a little hungry, so he put on casual clothes and opened the door.
"Hi, Xiao Huan!"
He Huan raised his eyes and saw Li Heyang standing at the door of room s516 opposite.
His eyes flickered, both unexpected and expected.
"Mr. Li, hello."
"Why do you still call me Mr. Li? It seems so unfamiliar." Li Heyang's eyes were glued to He Huan's body.
His slightly wet chestnut hair and cheeks as pink as peach petals showed that he had taken a bath before.
A graceful body loomed in the water waves in his mind, and Li Heyang's heart was pounding violently.
He pursed his dry lips, unable to take his eyes off the shadow of He Huan's neckline at all.
As if He Huan hadn't noticed his rudeness, he greeted in a natural tone: "Why did you come to Kersburg?"
Li Heyang took two steps forward, and the aroma of He Huan's bath became more and more obvious in his breath, making him feel crisp all over.
"Come to talk about work, I didn't expect to meet you here, what a coincidence."
He Huan curled his lips into a smile, noncommittal.
Li Heyang, an idiot stalker, used to like to create all kinds of coincidences in front of the original owner.
Seeing He Huan's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Li Heyang touched his nose uncomfortably, and forcefully explained: "It's true that I'm here to discuss business. I didn't expect to meet you here. It seems that God wants us?"
"Is there any business that requires the second son of Jin Yunhai to go to a place like Kesburg where the hair doesn't grow?" A tall man with long hair was leaning against the door of the next room s519. His hair was wet. With black hair and black eyes, and a cold demeanor, it was Yan Tingyun.
Li Heyang met Yan Tingyun and recognized him.
It's not the kind of recognition that is a popular movie star, but Li Heyang's recognition is that Yan Tingyun personally reposted the black material of the marketing account on Zhiwang, saying that he was the one who took pictures with He Huan intimately in Figure 5.
Alha has an innate desire to compare, especially when his favorite oga is present, competition suppressed by pheromones is inevitable.
But as a gentleman in the upper class, Li Heyang resisted this animalistic impulse.
"The matter between me and Xiao Huan, it seems that it is not Mr. Yan's turn to talk about it."
Yan Tingyun poked his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, showing a sinister and contemptuous smile: "I'm just a little worried that Mr. Li's bad memory will deceive his lover's feelings, steal his lover's business, and later beat him up, scoff..."
Li Heyang's face twitched slightly, and he was about to attack.
"Huh, He Huan?" A handsome figure stepped out of the elevator.
The handsome Alha only wore a black racerback vest on his upper body, revealing muscular and well-defined lines, full of explosive power.
Yan Tingyun and Li Heyang frowned at the same time, looking at Alha who was greeting He Huan with obscure eyes.
He Huan twitched the corners of his mouth, his smile was a little stiff: "Mr. Xu, hello."
Xu Yihan's high-top leather boots stepped on the thick carpet, making a heavy sound. Every time he took a step, the sweat beads on his muscles rolled and flowed, and his masculine hormones burst.
At this moment, four alhas who were comparable to Xu Yihan walked out of the elevator one after another.
Each one is handsome and straight, with bulging muscles that almost burst the racerback vest, and the sweat-soaked fabric outlines the distinct chest muscles and eight-pack abs.
Especially the tallest one, who is as handsome as a **** and has a perfect figure like a golden ratio.
His silver-gray eyes are careless, but if you meet them, they are so sharp that you can tremble.
Even though the slender legs are wrapped in camouflage pants, the rhythmic and powerful steps are enough to attract imagination.
He Huan looked at him uncontrollably, it was the instinct of the body, Oga saw his alha, just wanted to surrender, and then took the initiative to spread his legs to beg...
However, Fitz didn't give him the slightest look, and passed him by indifferently.
He Huan licked the palate with the tip of his tongue, the more cold and ruthless the other party was, the more itchy his heart was.
This feeling... is like the owner teasing the cat with a cat teasing stick. The more indifferent the cat is, the more enthusiastic the owner is.
Tsk, why do I feel a little cheap.
"Why did you come to Kesburg? This place is not suitable for oga." Xu Yihan looked at He Huan curiously.
To be honest, He Huan was a little surprised. The news that he starred in "The Vanishing Kuxing Town" spread all over the galaxy, and anyone who went online knew that he had arrived in Fort Kers.
The friends who looked at Xu Yihan were also very curious.
He Huan shrugged: "I came to film because of work requirements."
This time, without waiting for Xu Yihan to speak, a flirtatious blond Alha next to him approached with interest: "He Huan, hello, my name is Berkeley. I have only seen you on the screen before, and you are more beautiful than the screen in real life." , why are you filming in this kind of place?"
He Huan: "Hello, I'm filming "The Lost Kuxing Town"."
Berkeley exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Kuxing Town? The one from Jiang Xintian?"
Li Heyang saw that He Huan was chatting with this group of alhas like no one else, so he quickly interjected: "Xiao Huan, my dinner is ready, let's go down together?"
Xu Yihan, Berkeley and other teammates all looked at him inexplicably.
Li Heyang turned blue when he thought of the humiliating experience of being dragged out of the lounge by Xu Yihan at Mrs. Gloria's reception that night.
He was watched by so many people, his lips twitched, and he didn't say a word.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Suddenly, Yan Tingyun sneered, started to turn around, and walked straight to the elevator.
Li Heyang's face turned red, and his eyelids twitched violently.
He Huan found that Fitz stopped at the door of the room next to his. He took out his room card, and only heard a beep, and the door opened automatically.
He Huan: "..."
Sensing He Huan's gaze, Fitz raised his head and glanced slightly. The jaw line on the side face was curved gracefully, and the silver-gray eyes were no different from ice cubes.
He didn't stop, his figure disappeared into the shadow of the door, and the door was closed crisply.
Li Heyang's face turned from red to black.
He recalled again the fear of being overbearingly suppressed by Fitz pheromone in the lounge.
How dare this group of people live next door to He Huan!
He Huan was equally curious about this question.
On the opposite side of his room is Li Heyang, on the right is Yan Tingyun, and on the left is Fitz.
The other actors of the crew, such as Risaki and Cornelia, are on the other side of this floor, and those oga actors are in the middle of this floor.
Only he and Yan Tingyun were placed in the farthest corner, with strange passengers next to them.
…
"I created such a good opportunity for you, take it well." Jiang Xintian patted He Huan on the shoulder and winked at him ambiguously.
Qi Peng, who was eavesdropping on the side, showed an uncle smile of "Mr. Jiang, you are so good".
He Huan: "..."
It would be nice to live next door to Yan Tingyun, but it would be great if it wasn't next to Fitz.
Seeing that his expression was not shy but tangled, Jiang Xintian asked, "What? I was self-defeating. You don't like Tingyun?"
Things have come to this, and we can only take one step at a time. Yan Tingyun next door and Li Heyang opposite are not bad.
He Huan said, "I'm just afraid of disturbing Film Emperor Yan."
Jiang Xintian disapproved and said, "Your name is Li Qi and you are called Brother Li. Why do you call Ting Yun or Yan Yingdi? How unfamiliar." He saw Yan Tingyun's figure appearing at the door, and quickly called someone over: "Tingyun, come here!"
Yan Tingyun paused and looked sideways at them.
"Don't dawdle, come quickly." Jiang Xintian urged.
Yan Tingyun looked unhappy, especially when he saw He Huan, his expression became colder.
Jiang Xintian knew that his temper had always been like this, so he didn't care too much: "He Huan seems to be afraid of you, why don't you be kind to others."
Without waiting for Yan Tingyun to speak, Jiang Xintian pulled He Huan's arm: "Take the initiative and call Brother Tingyun, hey, why is my old man so greasy when I say it?"
He Huan smiled and said kindly: "Brother Tingyun."
Yan Tingyun froze for a moment, his mood was like a wind-up music box, dancing to the melodious music.
He tried his best to hold down the dancing villain, but he couldn't stop the dancing figure at all.
Yan Tingyun's face became even more stinky: "Who is your brother?!"
Then he saw He Huan's transition from excited anticipation to astonishment, and finally, like a flower damaged by the rainstorm, the petals fell to the ground, miserable.
The red rouge in the corner of He Huan's eyes is the proof of his crime.
Damn, what am I guilty of?
The fault should also be He Huan's fault.
"Forget it, call it whatever you want." He turned around and left irritably.
Jiang Xintian comforted He Huan: "Don't take it to heart, he has this personality, and he is actually a nice person."
He Huan looked at Yan Tingyun's red ears, and smiled at Jiang Xintian, "I also think Brother Tingyun is a good person."
…
In fact, He Huan had the idea of changing rooms.
But after two or three days, I didn't touch the next door, and the next room didn't make any noise, so I felt at ease.
The filming of his part has not yet started, and he has been memorizing his lines and familiarizing himself with the environment during this time.
Every time he appears in the theater, he will be envied by his colleagues.
"He Huan, how do you take care of your skin? I'm so envious!"
"I don't want to stand with you at all, it makes me look like a mummy buried for thousands of years."
"It's moist and smooth, let me touch it, ah...it feels so good."
Yan Tingyun had just finished a scene, when he walked into the waiting room, he saw an actress pinching He Huan's face, she looked intoxicated and enjoying it as if she was doing sa.
Other people also gathered around, wanting to pinch.
Yan Tingyun twisted his fingers to suppress the itching.
His voice was a little cool: "He Huan, every time I see you, you are not doing your job properly. Is the script correct?"
He Huan bid farewell to his colleague and walked up to him: "I just arrived too, I know you are going to play at this time, so I came here to wait for you."
Yan Tingyun's face softened instantly, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he quickly suppressed it.
He looked into the distance, and said coolly: "Then don't hurry up, my time is precious, and I have to go back and rest early after I'm done."
He Huan played with the script and asked him softly, "Should we go to the lounge next door, or go back to the hotel?"
"You!" Playing tricks and wanting to be alone with me?
Yan Tingyun looked at his innocent eyes, and didn't know whether he was doing it accidentally or on purpose.
At the same time, Yan Tingyun heard the people around them whispering about them.
"Brother Yan is so fond of Xiao Huan!"
"No one speaks so aggressively to oga, it's really a straight A, thanks to He Huan's temper is as soft as a peach, otherwise he should be single for the rest of his life."
"I love you, it's my dream to marry a cute oga like He Huan."
Yan Tingyun's face darkened the more he heard it, and he said in a deep voice, "What are you dawdling about, go to the next door."
"Oh..." He Huan waved to his colleagues and followed him to the next door.
As a result, when he arrived next door, Gao Jinyue was in a meeting with several drama managers.
The other rooms did not have enough humidifiers, which was unacceptable to Yan Tingyun who had been in the sun all day.
"Back to the hotel!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he said to He Huan with a sullen face, "It's just a play, don't do unnecessary things."
He Huan rolled up the script and pressed it against his chin, tilted his head and asked him: "What is a superfluous thing?"
Yan Tingyun turned around abruptly, and stared at him fiercely: "Where did you ask the question knowingly?"
"Are you talking about cheating on you and taking away your resources?" He Huan looked at him quietly: "I still said that, I never did it."
Yan Tingyun sneered, as if hearing a big joke.
His deep outline seemed to be covered with a shadow, and it was frighteningly cold.
"I don't want to discuss such meaningless things with you anymore, either disagree with the script or get out!"
He Huan's slender back is straight, like a mast fighting against the monstrous waves.
There was a moist light in his eyes: "Why don't you try to trust me? Where on earth am I not worthy of your trust?"
"You..." Yan Tingyun thought of all the past, and a bad breath filled his heart again: "The witnesses and evidences are all in front of us, and you are still sophistry?"
trust? Ah!
His trust was once trampled by He Huan, now ask him to trust?
He Huan's heart suddenly swelled, and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.
This is the restless roar of the original owner's soul.
"Put your tears away, it's really disgusting." Yan Tingyun recalled those days, He Huan only knew how to cry, and the more he cried, the more annoying he became.
If his sister hadn't reminded him in time, he would have been kept in the dark by He Huan for the rest of his life.
He Huan wiped away tears and calmed down. She gave him a cold look and walked directly past him.
It was the first time Yan Tingyun was treated like this by him, subconsciously he was very upset: "Where are you going?!"
"roll!"
He Huan is not the original owner, he will stand obediently and listen to his reprimand.
roll?
It was rare for Yan Tingyun to be confused. This was the first time anyone dared to say this word to him.
This person is still He Huan.
"You let me go?"
He Huan shook off his grip on his arm with such force that Yan Tingyun doubted life a little.
"If you don't like rolling, you can also climb!"
Yan Tingyun's face was as cold as ice: "Say it again if you have the ability!"
He Huan: "I'm not a repeater. Why do you want to listen to it and play it over and over again? Go back and ask your sister to tell you that she can not only repeat, but also has first-rate ability to make up stories."
…
He Huan didn't bother to care what Yan Tingyun would think, anyway, let's talk about it first.
What happened back then was actually quite simple. The original owner and Yan Tingyun fell in love freely, and it was originally a beautiful marriage.
But Yan Tingyun's younger sister, Yan Yuntong, doesn't like the original owner.
Yan Yuntong has a best friend who wants to marry Yan Tingyun wholeheartedly, but she still doesn't give up after being rejected many times.
After hearing that Yan Tingyun was dating the original owner, Yan Yuntong was friendly with the original owner on the surface, but behind the scenes, he had various plans with his best friend to separate the two.
At that time, Yan Tingyun had just entered the entertainment circle, and he really wanted to get a movie role from a famous director. This role had a high chance of winning the Best Newcomer Award.
An actor has only one chance to win the best newcomer award in his lifetime.
Yan Tingyun paid special attention to it.
Yan Yuntong's best friend paid a lot of money to buy off the crew, and asked them to give false testimony, slandering the original owner for taking away this resource through abnormal competition.
Yan Tingyun didn't believe it at first, but Yan Yuntong's best friend gritted her teeth and spent all her money, and Yan Yuntong instigated the whole family to brainwash Yan Tingyun.
With all kinds of evidence in front of him, the original owner couldn't argue.
In the end, Yan Tingyun and the original owner broke up tragically.
This incident dealt a heavy blow to the original owner's body and mind, and he lived like a walking dead for a long time.
The original owner's soul not only resented Yan Tingyun, but also hated Yan Yuntong and her best friend.
He Huan took a deep breath, this time the task was a bit difficult, he had to deal with three people.
Walking all the way back to the hotel, He Huan smelled a familiar pheromone as soon as he reached the door.
He Huan paused, the next door is here today?
The door of s515's brown-black room was closed tightly, but he seemed to be able to see the strong figure of the man.
The other party was covered in sweat that day, wearing a racerback vest, and his masculine appearance couldn't be shaken off in He Huan's mind.
The owner of the pheromone seems to have encountered something, and the smell is more violent and irritable.
Alha's pheromones are out of control, and they charge wantonly, easily injuring their oga.
He Huan's feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, holding on to the door so as not to slip on the ground.
Damn, I would have come back if I knew it.
He Huan pressed his face to the cold paint on the door, the heat on his face almost melted the paint.
Fitz's pheromone became more and more tyrannical, like a tornado passing by, and He Huan happened to be sucked into the eye of the storm.
He could no longer grasp the door panel with his ten fingers, and his body slid on the ground like a piece of melted jellybean.
Yan Tingyun, who had been chasing all the way back, saw him huddled at the foot of the door, and quickly squatted in front of him, asking, "What's wrong with you?"
He Huan glanced at him subconsciously and groaned.
His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were absent-minded, and he was gasping for air with his mouth open, looking very uncomfortable.
Yan Tingyun felt that his eyes were like weaving fire, burning all over his body, and couldn't help but want to hold him in his arms and act recklessly.
The author has something to say: Gong: After finally appearing on the stage, there is not a single line.
