440 “After Fast Traveling and Sleeping with the Villain” World Ten, Disqualified Idols (58)

Feng Xiaole collapsed.

Without warning.

His lips were pursed, and after he failed to say the words several times, the emotions that failed to find a breakthrough accumulated into huge pressure and burst out, plummeting.

He Youfei was obviously panicked.

Feng Xiaole always had a straightforward temper, and he didn’t know how to tolerate it. Occasionally, when he got angry, He Youfei would persuade him in a good voice. He had rarely vented like this regardless of his image and the surrounding environment.

Her cries were like the screams coming from a person’s throat in extreme despair.

Those who hear it are sad and those who hear it cry.

But Yi Lang didn’t look moved at all.

His expression was so calm that perhaps the word “cold” would not be an overstatement.

The more He Youfei coaxed him, the more fiercely Feng Xiaole cried.

In the end, she seemed to be out of breath, tears streaming down her face, her pretty face swollen red, like an inflated balloon, and she looked extremely pitiful, and even a sound like an old bellows leaked from her chest, which was hollow and broken, full of sadness.

He Youfei was really anxious now, and a rare panic appeared on the man’s face.

Feng Xiaole’s condition looked very bad. He rolled his eyes, was breathing rapidly, and might faint at any time.

“Breathe!” He Youfei patted Feng Xiaole’s cheek.”Xiao Le! Breathe!”

Feng Xiaole scratched his neck in pain and collapsed into He Youfei’s arms.

What a sincere picture.

He Youfei’s acting skills may have been integrated into daily life. He can also imbue emotions with actions performed by ordinary people to show embarrassment. From the angle of raising the hand, the trembling of the fingertips, the volume of the call to the corners of the eyes and brows, the contradiction between being clearly anxious, at a loss and having to pretend to be calm, everything is so just right.

One point less is distorted, one point more is too false.

No wonder he was able to win the Grand Slam Best Actor award.

At this point, Yi Lang admired He Youfei very much.

He always seems to be able to weigh the pros and cons and make the most beneficial decision.

Then plan carefully step by step to get everything you want into your hands.

Just like in the long and dark time in the past, it was clear that the young man holding a torch could take him out of the darkness with just a turn, but he insisted on walking ahead without looking back.

Because He Youfei knew that there was no profit for him from rescuing Yi Lang, so it seemed like a waste to devote more energy to him.

To a certain extent, He Youfei and He Youxiu are indeed brothers. They have the same madness in their bones, combining indifference to the world and fanaticism for the goals they pursue.

The difference is that He Youxiu doesn’t know how to hide it, while He Youfei uses an almost perfect disguise to cover up the despicable side of his character.

A very important reason why He Youfei can start from his idol and be recognized as an excellent actor is that in addition to the protagonists with positive personalities and popular personalities, he is also willing to challenge various supporting roles, especially those portrayed with negative images and life tragedies.

Fans praised him for his dedication, and passers-by praised him for his bravery in trying, but only Yi Lang saw it. For He Youfei, it was a timely expression, a time to briefly return to his true self and show off himself unscrupulously.

Because that is He Youfei’s true face.

“Heh.”

A sneer came out, which was particularly abrupt in the current atmosphere.

He Youfei turned his head sharply and stared at Yi Lang.

“What are you laughing at?”

The ridicule in Yi Lang’s eyes was particularly clear.

Like provocation.

Normally, He Youfei might not let his temper flare up directly. As a public figure and a qualified actor, he knows very well what to do and what not to do.

However, probably because too many things had accumulated in the past two days, Feng Xiaole was now in such a state again. The self-control he was usually proud of collapsed in an instant. Almost without thinking, He Youfei directly stood up, stretched his long arm forward, and suddenly grabbed Yi Lang’s collar.

Then, he pulled Yi Lang forward and lifted him up slightly.

He Youfei’s physique is not as tall and strong as Yi Lang, and he will play a slender and sensitive young man in the movie. For this reason, he is strictly controlling his diet to lose weight. Logically, he cannot move Yi Lang.

Unless Yi Lang goes with the trend.

Despite this, the momentum of the two men has not reversed.

Calm people seem to have the upper hand.

He Youfei also realized this, the veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his eyes were as scary as if he wanted to eat Yi Lang.

Malice breeds.

Ke Yilang remained indifferent.

His heart has become indestructible, and the past hurts have turned into nutrients. After being illuminated by sunlight and watered by rain, it has gradually formed a solid soil, giving birth to a new life, instead of just a barren land.

Just when He Youfei wanted to say something more to regain the situation, Yi Lang suddenly took action.

With lightning speed, he grabbed He Youfei’s wrist with one hand and grabbed his arm with the other hand. When the other person had no response, he gave him a hard push.

He Youfei didn’t notice for a moment, staggered two steps, and fell backwards against the glazed wooden wall, making a dull sound.

Yi Lang straightened his collar again and glanced at He Youfei and Feng Xiaole without any unnecessary emotions.

“This is the last time, He Youfei.”

“Remember the conditions I just mentioned, otherwise, I will have many ways to discredit you and Feng Xiaole.”