Fake!all fake!

When Nai Baozi woke up again, the gold master had already left, so he didn't wake him up or disturb him.

And he had an extra blanket that he didn't have last night.

The benefactor came out and covered him with a blanket!

The heater in the room is so well turned on, the benefactor is afraid that he will be cold!

He has been in this circle for so many years, and he has heard more or less messy things. He heard that some people who ensnare people are fierce and ruthless, and they don't care if they hurt them.

Tan also thoughtfully gave a blanket.

Nai Baozi rolled the blanket three times on the sofa, boldly stuffed the blanket into his bag, intending to steal it.

I began to reflect on whether I had any bad habits when I fell asleep.

What should I do, I seem to like this person more.

The excitement of being cared for by his sweetheart lasted all day. When recording the variety show, he was in excellent condition, and he was praised by the director several times with golden sentences.

But at night, the milk buns wilted again.

The more I see him, the more I miss him.

Fortunately, the benefactor didn't hang out with him for a long time this time, so he called him the next night and asked him to accompany him to a dinner.

Nai Baozi can deal with this kind of situation, but he hated these things before, but following the sponsor is different.

Nai Baozi clutched the phone and promised earnestly, "I'll keep you away from drinking."

The patron was originally on a business trip and came back for this banquet. Now he was rushing back from the airport, and he was teased by the words: "You can drink well?"

"Okay."

"If it's okay, dare to say that you can block the wine for me, the kid is very serious."

"I feel uncomfortable when I'm drunk, I... don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

The benefactor was stunned for a moment, his heart softened for no reason, and he asked him, "Are you feeling better?"

Nai Baozi was a little embarrassed, and before he could speak, he blushed: "You... are more important."

Little things please him more and more.

The patron smiled and said, "I didn't ask you to stop drinking. The directors and producers asked you to go to show your face."

Milk buns are "okay" because they contain water.

In fact, he doesn't drink very well, and he barely ate a few mouthfuls during the dinner.The benefactor glared at him, didn't give him face in front of a table of people, went back to the car and grabbed them and scolded him: "What's the matter with you, picky eater?"

Nai Baozi was dizzy from drunk, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were foggy, but he still begged him softly, "I'm not picky eaters, don't be angry."

Nai Baozi had a lot of aura when he was at the dinner, and he was decent in front of well-known directors in the industry, and he was able to deal with everything without being soft or hard.

With a flattering and timid face, the benefactor looked at his blushing face, and had nowhere to lose his temper.

But being picky eaters is really bad, the benefactor said sullenly, "Not picky eaters? You didn't eat anything at night."

The assistant who followed finally came to smooth things over: "Mr. Shi is controlling his weight, I need it for the next drama."

Investor:"……"

The milk bun was not feeling well, afraid that the sponsor would get angry, so he endured the discomfort, and coaxed people pitifully and obediently: "I won't go on a diet after filming. I'm really not picky about food. Don't be angry, okay?"

it is good. "

The benefactor glanced at him and frowned: "Why didn't you tell me if you have a weight requirement? Drinking on an empty stomach doesn't make you want it anymore? Doesn't drinking make you fat?"

Nai Baozi leaned against the car window to slow down his drunkenness, and explained in a low voice: "It was too hard for you to fly back, I'm not that delicate."

After drinking, the benefactor saw that the person had become more and more confused, sighed, stretched out his hand to grab him, and asked, "What are you doing shrinking there?"

Nai Baozi hid for a while, and muttered drunkenly: "The wine smells bad, don't touch it."

Already drunk like this, he was still worried that he would be unhappy, the benefactor's heart softened, but he intentionally threatened people: "I'm so bold after drinking, dare to say that I won't let me touch you?"

The milk bun was still rubbing against the car window, trying to reduce the sense of presence. He blushed even more when he heard this, and begged in a low voice, "I'll touch it. I'll go back and take a shower, and you can touch it again, okay?"

The gold master raised the baffle, moved his body, forced the person to nowhere to retreat, and deliberately blew into the person's ear: "After taking a shower... can I touch it?"

Treated like this flirtatiously, Nai Baozi felt as if he had been poured another whole bottle of wine, almost limp on the car seat, looking pitifully at the benefactor, wanting to stretch out his hand but couldn't

Dare, surrender and say: "Okay."

The gold master couldn't bear to grab the waist of the man in his arms, hugged him into his arms with a little force, and slapped him punishingly: "I found that you are really stubborn, no matter how dishonest you are,

Got you in the car. "

Nai Baozi breathed in the familiar scent of the gold master's perfume, and felt that he was really drunk.

He hugged himself.

A real, warm, real hug.

Nai Baozi blinked her eyes, huddled in the arms of the gold master, and shrunk herself into a small ball.

I hesitated in my heart and thought, how...is it considered dishonest?

The gold master rubbed the back of his neck and said, "Now you're pushing hard into my arms again? Don't you hate yourself for smelling bad?"

Nai Baozi was wrapped in the gold master's arms, feeling sore and swollen, and said pitifully, "I was wrong."

The benefactor held his waist firmly, fearing that he would get motion sickness if he couldn't sit still, but he scolded him in a bad tone, "What's wrong?"

Nai Baozi said softly: "I shouldn't let you touch it."

Investor:"……"

Just as the person was sitting in his arms, the benefactor slapped him on the buttocks again: "What's wrong?"

Nai Baozi was so dry from being patted by him, but the embarrassing incident of being touched twice and making noise came first, Nai Baozi tried hard to control himself, and his voice trembled: "It's all wrong, please!"

You... go somewhere else. "The little thing flirts around every day, but he is very careless.

The gold master silently bent the corners of his lips, thinking that he was suffering from drinking too much, hugged him without moving, and threatened others: "If you drink like this again in the future, I won't want you."

One sentence poked at the most painful place of Naibaozi.

Milk bun was terrified.

Hesitantly stretched out his hand to grab the gold master's front, and said pitifully: "Don't want me, I will listen to whatever you say."

Everyone is shaking.

The benefactor didn't expect to scare him like this casually, so he softened his tone and coaxed him: "Then sleep, I will hold you, be obedient."