The actor's daily routine

A Qiao could see the boredom in Cheng Mi's eyes clearly. He knew that if he didn't do anything to save him, he would be abandoned. To be abandoned by Cheng Mi, this was worse for A Qiao than killing him. He quickly stretched out his belt Bloody fingers grabbed Cheng Mi's clothes and begged, "I...I will be good...don't abandon me, Cheng Mi...Cheng Mi."

"I was wrong, Cheng Mi... I will listen to you in everything, and I will not ask for anything more."

Do not leave me.

I can't live without you, Cheng Mi.

I was really, really wrong.

Cheng Mi stroked A Qiao's blood-stained cheek, and wiped off the blood on A Qiao's face little by little.

He sighed, as if he was not the one who ruthlessly injured A Qiao before, and said in a gentle and sympathetic tone: "I wish I had known, A Qiao, I like you very much, don't do things that make me unhappy."

Under his gentle treatment, A Qiao smiled, but Cheng Mi got up at this moment, and looked sideways at the man, "ANSEN, call Dr. Kalai, A Qiao's face is injured." Regarding the hands and other places The wound, not a word was mentioned.

The smile that just showed was condensed on A Qiao's face, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly to touch his face.

It has never been so clear that he is special only because of this face.

Without this face, he is nothing.

Holding the man's hand and leaving, A Qiao felt as if he had returned to the day when he broke into the forbidden area.

Before that, he was still Cheng Mi's favorite person, thinking that Cheng Mi loves himself the most in this world, carefree, coquettish and self-willed towards Cheng Mi, and angry with Cheng Mi.

He was curious about what the room that only Cheng Mi could enter was like, so once after finishing sex with Cheng Mi, he stole the key from Cheng Mi and dismissed the servants there.

Just like Eve who was about to steal the forbidden fruit, she was nervous and frightened, with a faint premonition in her heart that when this door was opened, something would twist and change.

He opened that door, wishing he had never opened it.

It was a room with dried blood, the air was filled with a bloody smell that was so faint that it could hardly be smelled, and the long chains on the wall were winding.

There are many photos in it, and the person in the photo has a face similar to him, no, more accurately, it is his face similar to him.

He lay limp on the ground, staring blankly at the huge photo frame in the center.

The young man whose wrists were bound by chains raised his head slightly, his skin was still fair under the dim light, his neckline was as graceful as a swan, and there was a careless smile on his bright red lips.

This person is smiling, even though his body is full of injuries, he is still smiling.

It was as if nothing was in his eyes, and nothing would make this person stay.

Those small, distorted voices came to his mind.

"It's just a substitute, so arrogant, who does he think he is?"

"It's so pitiful that the substitute doesn't know it."

"Wait until he knows he'll go crazy, hahahaha, he's not the first one either."

"The gap between the substitute and the genuine product is too great. Mister will abandon him one day."

……

He is indeed crazy.

Anger, jealousy, and pain devoured his heart.

He wanted to smash all those photos and make them disappear, but before he could do it, he heard the hurried footsteps.

Every step is full of anger, suppressed anger, like hot magma that is about to be ejected, followed by the sound of even more hasty footsteps.

Unreasonable fear and fear. For the first time, he was afraid of Cheng Mi and wanted to get up. He reached out to support the table next to him, but accidentally touched a cup, which fell to the ground.

with a snap.

His pupils constricted.

The door was pushed open, and he raised his head hastily, "Cheng Mi..."

He will never forget that scene. At the moment when he saw the broken cup, Cheng Mi, who used to spoil him and let him act coquettishly, would not get angry. His green eyes were filled with thick darkness. The next moment, he Taking the gun from the servant's hand, he pressed it against his forehead without any hesitation, and said in an unprecedentedly cold voice, "What did you do?"

Just like a hunch.

Something began to twist and crumble.

Like the broken glass on the ground.

He's just...a substitute.

A substitute for Yu Qiao that Cheng Mi couldn't get.

A Qiao closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

Even so, he couldn't hate Cheng Mi at all, because it was Cheng Mi who saved him and gave him everything that ordinary people couldn't have. Without Cheng Mi, he would still lead a dark life like before.

Before meeting Cheng Mi, he was just a child of an American smuggled prostitute, living with his mother in a damp and dirty alley, every morning his mother would go out in full bloom, and at night she would come back in a mess, and then mercilessly All the suffering he suffered was vented on him, the neighbors spurned him, the children of the same age scolded him, and the school teachers despised him.

Suddenly one day, when he came home, he found a car parked outside his house that he could only see on TV. The neighbors around him were circling around the car, and his mother was talking to a man in a suit and leather shoes.

His mother made a deal with the man, a green card and millions to sell him out.

That man's name is ANSEN.

ANSEN took him out of there, took him to a luxurious castle, had someone bathe him and change his clothes, then taught him to laugh over and over again, looked at the person in the mirror, and finally smiled indecently, as if he had become another person .

But ANSEN said it was fine, and then told him, "From now on, when you face your husband, just smile like this. He likes you very much, and he can give you whatever you want..."

Then...he met Cheng Mi.

Showing that twisted smile that ANSEN taught him over and over again.

He got it all.

Money, power, Cheng Mi's favor.

Whoever he doesn't like, who he hates, who he doesn't like, Cheng Mi will deal with him to make him happy, to overturn his fate, step by step he becomes a canary that cannot be separated from Cheng Mi, he knows, leaving Cheng Mi , everything goes back to how it was before.

He doesn't want to go back to the past.

More importantly, he loves Cheng Mi, and he doesn't want to leave Cheng Mi.

And now.

A Qiao laughed out loud, his eyes were red from crying.

Truth is often crueler than falsehood.

This is... the sadness of being a substitute, one day, he will be abandoned by Cheng Mi.

……

The next morning, when the sun shone into the room, Yu Qiao opened his eyes and turned over. The pain made him gasp.

He reached out and touched his waist, staring at the ceiling lost in thought.

What good is such a depraved life, in case one day Shen Yanshu doesn't like him... This idea flashed by, but Yu Qiao rejected it without hesitation.

He is so handsome and charming, it is impossible for Shen Yanshu not to like him, so let's continue this depraved life.

He lay on the bed and called Shen Yanshu in a muffled voice to change his clothes.

Yu Qiao, who had a sore back and back, didn't want to move.

When A Qiao came, Shen Yanshu was giving Yu Qiao a massage, and Yu Qiao was lying on the sofa and eating snacks while reading the script.

There are many tourist attractions in E City, which is very suitable for outdoor shooting. He stretched his hand behind his back, "Give me the computer."

Shen Yanshu handed over the computer.

Yu Qiao searched the scenery of City E, guessed where the plot would be filmed, and checked the snacks nearby. Before he knew it, he finished eating a bag of potato chips. He licked his fingers and threw the bag on the ground. "Bring me another bag."

For a long time, the hand was still empty.

Yu Qiao raised her eyebrows and turned her head.

Shen Yanshu was expressionless, "Eating too much junk food is not good for your health."

Yu Qiao: "..."

He pursed his lips, and if he didn't eat, he wouldn't eat. Wouldn't it be okay to eat something else?After Shen Yanshu rubbed his waist a lot, he got up and pulled off his clothes, "Then let's go fishing and roast outside."

There is a river outside, and the former owner stocked a lot of fish and shrimp in it. He coveted it for a long time, but he didn't move much because he thought it was troublesome.

The corner of Shen Yanshu's mouth twitched.

Quite a toss.

In the end, I went fishing with him.

The sun was hot outside, Yu Qiao and Shen Yanshu were wearing straw hats, holding fishing rods, and two buckets beside them. At first, Yu Qiao planned to concentrate on fishing seven or eight fish, but after half an hour——

The fishhook in the river shook a few times, Shen Yanshu turned his head, "Ah..." The rest of the voice disappeared in his throat.

Yu Qiao, who was sitting on the master chair, had her head tilted to one side, her eyes were closed together, the fine sunlight shone on his long eyelashes, and a layer of warm orange was painted on her snow-white cheeks. Appeared very quiet, asleep.

The fishhook in his hand fell next to the chair, no wonder he couldn't feel it when he moved.

Shen Yanshu said softly: "How can you sleep like this?" He let go of the fishing rod, approached Yu Qiao's cheek, and stared at Yu Qiao's face carefully.

Suddenly, it felt like back in high school, he always slept like this when Yu Qiao was in class, staring at Yu Qiao tirelessly, then lowered his head to read seriously when Yu Qiao was about to wake up, and then waited for Yu Qiao to tease him, and pretended to be Ignore them indifferently.

The sun was shining on half of Yu Qiao's cheeks, Yu Qiao's brows twitched in deep sleep, Shen Yanshu reached out to cover him, Yu Qiao relaxed her brows, and continued to sleep quietly.

When A Qiao came out after cleaning the room, Shen Yanshu bent down and kissed Yu Qiao lightly on the lips, his eyes were soft and tender, the sun shone on the grass from the gap between the two of them, and their shadows swayed in the river swaying.

After being kissed, Yu Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, hugged him and kissed him back perfunctorily, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't make trouble, I'm so sleepy."

Shen Yanshu responded with a light smile, "Okay."

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The author has something to say: Six thousand, well, I withdrew.