Mark Lao\'s \"Blue Squeeze\" was originally set to begin shooting at the end of November, but now it\'s all in January, and the crew hadn\'t started working yet. These days, David\'s eyes have recovered a little, and he could basically see the outline of things. He looked at Mark Lao, who had obviously lost some weight.\"You\'ve rented all the venues. You haven\'t done anything these days. You\'re just burning money. I\'m almost ready. Let\'s get into the group earlier.\" \"Don\'t worry. We’ll wait for you to get better.\" Mark Lao peeled an apple for David and said, \"Don\'t worry about the money. Besides, it\'s not in vain. I rented the venue. Although I lost a little, it\'s not much. When the movie is on, you\'ll make it back for us with the box office.\" Mark Lao kept making it all seem easy, but David knew from the script of “Blue Squeeze” that it was unlikely to make money. It was a depressing art film. Besides, it didn’t have a strong cast.
Goodbye to Michael. It\'s April. They were in a university. Brent Fang, David’s new co-actor, is a senior student of this university. As soon as David and Mark Lao came out of the teaching building, they saw a group of people gathering around Michael from the library. \"The expansion of our library is sponsored by Yingda.\" Brent said. Yingda Group is owned by the Sheng family and is involved in a wide range of activities, while Galaxy, which David had signed with, is only its entertainment company. David greeted him casually, looked away and prepared to go back with Mark Lao, but his mobile phone made a beep. As he looked down to check the notification, he happened to see Michael holding his own mobile phone, as if mirroring him. Michael was asking him to come over. He sent a message back. \"Give me five minutes.\" If the old lady had just passed away, David would have ignored the message. But now, he was in a peaceful
\"If you really want to leave, please step out of my sight now.\" Out of my heart, was what he wanted to say. He’d said this many times, and always, David had given him the same answer. \"Think of me as dead.\" David pushed Michael away. Last year, he had fallen into a trap. This time, he had to think clearly. A week later, David, Brent Fang and Mark Lao went to Wushui together. In contrast to the hardship they experienced when they were still preparing, now their filming went very smoothly. The progress was much faster than expected. Although there was plenty of rainfall here in Wushui, the environment was good. The local cuisine was good. David began gaining a little weight. This was a good thing for David\'s physical health, but a bit too much for the protagonist in Blue Squeeze. David had to diet. It took them just six months to complete the shooting at Wushui. Mark Lao gave the main cast a week\'s holiday to recuperate, and t
\"Where are you now?\" Hearing Michael\'s anxious and flustered voice, David felt a little relieved, \"I\'m okay.\" \"I\'m asking you where the hell are you?\" \"I\'m here in the rental house.\" Hearing Michael\'s angry tone instantly brought him back to reality. What he said next revealed a that he was aware of what was happening, and the gravity of the situation. \"Don\'t give them what they want, just wait there.\" While David was hiding in the bathroom. Police were in the house, knocking on the bathroom door. \"Quit harassing my artist, or I\'ll file a complaint with the Bureau.\" Sure enough, when he arrived at the station, the chief of the police station came to meet him personally. Michael didn\'t beat around the bush. \"I\'ve brought your people. You can check what you want, but the result must be genuine.\" \"No problem, Sir.\" The chief of police laughed as though it had all been a misunderstanding. Wi
When Michael came downstairs, David had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room. At the moment, David was like a hedgehog with his quills gathered to himself, looking gentle and quiet. For a time, Michael was in a trance. By the time he had realized it, he found himself sitting, legs folded, beside David. David had a habit of grasping things in his hands when he was sleeping. When they were together, he would either clutch at his pajamas or his arms. Sometimes Michael didn\'t change position all night, and he’d wake up stiff, all because David was lying on his chest. David was soft and seductive, murmuring sweet and boring little words of love. Once, his arm was wounded, and as David would hold onto it at night, the scab had been prematurely rubbed off, and there was fresh blood. When he’d woken up in the morning, David was crying. \"Mike, I didn\'t mean to...\" \"I’m so sorry...\" That morning, David said \"I\'m sor
\"You idiot!” Ivan Sheng was furious. As soon as he arrived, he proceeded to beat his son up. He had thrown him across the living room. Glaring at his son, he slammed a stack of photos on him. \"If you don\'t want Yingda to be destroyed,” he warned in a booming voice, “stay away from him. Otherwise, don\'t blame me for disinheriting you. You’re not my only son!\" Broken porcelain cracked under the soles of his shoes as he paced about. \"Ah, my brother from another mother.” Against his father, he could only fight back with words. His main weapon was sarcasm. “Let’s meet him then, shall we?” Ivan Sheng was not a family man. He has shown over and over that family--both of his legal family, and his illicit one--only come second. His business is his main priority. Michael taunted him further. “Do you think he can handle it though? Should I resign as President, and turn everything over to him?” Mr. Sheng\'s face turned red. Grasping his son by the collar
If Michael had resisted at this time, even with just a look in his eyes, David would have certainly gotten off of him. But Michael wanted it too, and wanted it even more than he did. When Michael was being violent with him, it felt like physical torture. But now that he was gentle and loving, it was mental torture. Michael was on his knees, using his mouth on him. He wanted--begged--David to call him by their old term of endearment, “Baby.” David refused. But the more he resisted, the more fire Michael persisted. Michael wanted to win him back, and in a way, he was winning. David saw that Michael was actually afraid to hurt him, and he thoroughly enjoyed it. David liked this Michael better than the cruel, dominant one. Was he being gentle because of David’s injury? Or was it because he wanted David to have a good time? Who knows? They went at it till midnight. David woke up before sunrise. Before leaving, David stood by the bed an
David had just left the crew of “Ferry,” and a huge wave of photos came up. Soon, the most popular search term was “David Yu visits ‘Ferry’ cast and crew.” Director Ji himself posted two pictures on social media. The first is a group photo with David when he won awards for the film “Emperor” years ago, and the other is a group photo on the set of Ferry. The attachment reads, \"Don\'t forget the past. Don\'t be afraid of rumors. The future is promising.\" The seasoned director is was still under the banner of Galaxy. His posts was obviously meant to throw shade at Sam Wen, and could be seen as an attack against Galaxy. When Michael received a call from the company\'s public relations department in bed, he nearly threw up. He should have known David was up to something. \"Control the public opinion well. I don\'t want to see any more problems today.\" After giving out his orders directly to the public relations department, Michael called Erwin. \"Whe