After getting married, the actor always wants to leave me a legacy

Zhang Zhuoye, who left the press conference, was not in a good mood. He took out his mobile phone as a mirror, and said to the silhouette reflected on it, "Your grievances have been washed away, are you happy?"

The person on the mirror was also talking, but his expression was different from the original owner in his memory.

He went back to school to find out what surveillance cameras were left, but he met the chubby young teacher who was now teaching at the original school.

After getting this unexpectedly saved video, he was not in a good mood until Tang Zong made a video call to cheer up.

[Host, when you first came, the book-transmitting system that pulled you to this world said that the original owner disappeared into this world by accident, not because his soul died. You don’t have to be unhappy, he might also meet you What about the same thing in this world? 】

"Here's a barrel, you really know how to comfort people!"

【Host, this is the truth!Not consolation! 】

"Okay!" Zhang Zhuoye took a deep breath and laughed again, the phone rang at this moment, he answered the phone, "Little Fatty——"

The chubby young man on the phone muttered, "Who do you call fat man? I'm not fat anymore."

Zhang Zhuoye laughed a few times, and then heard the chubby young man say: "I am thanking you on behalf of the school. I just told you yesterday that the classroom on the highest floor was leaking. When it rained, it rained heavily outside, and the students in the classroom were drenched in light rain." , I heard today that you donated a teaching building to the school, and construction will start soon, thank you so much!"

Zhang Zhuoye and the chubby young man said a few more words, hung up the phone, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, Tang Zong donated a teaching building in his own name, what a quick move.

Thinking of Tang Zong, he wanted to go home a little bit, he quietly accelerated his speed, and just went out, but met Jiang Ziqian who was waiting outside.

Zhang Zhuoye sized him up, "You didn't come here to wait for me, did you, we don't know each other that well!"

Jiang Ziqian waved enthusiastically, "Gousheng, I have worked hard to talk to you, and let my company employees work overtime to play guest sailors. Don't you think you should treat me to dinner?"

Zhang Zhuoye touched his chin, "Okay, this time it really should."

An hour later, the two came to a food stall again, and Jiang Ziqian pointed at him in disbelief, "You...you just plan to invite me to have skewers? Are you really generous?"

"I love to eat, I don't want to go home!" Zhang Zhuoye waved his hand.

Jiang Ziqian sat down immediately, "Eat, why don't you eat, as long as you are willing to ask, I will eat! Boss, twenty strings of big kidneys!"

Zhang Zhuoye was silent, did Jiang Ziqian eat twenty skewers every time?Tang Zong seemed to have made more than him, so he opened his mouth and shouted: "Boss, I want thirty skewers of roasted lamb kidneys, take them away!"

"Why did you take it away again? It's not good to eat here?" Jiang Ziqian was puzzled.

Zhang Zhuoye glanced at him and ignored him, and ordered other things on his own. He learned the lesson of being recognized last time, carefully rolled up the mask, lowered the hat, and then couldn't wait to eat. .

"Can you drink some wine?" Jiang Ziqian unpacked the box from the car, opened the wine and poured it for Zhang Zhuoye.

"Others drink beer, you drink your own red wine?" Zhang Zhuoye stared at the red wine in the glass and licked his lips. Recently, he didn't care about it. He didn't drink it for a while, then he quickly picked up the glass and started Take a sip.

Jiang Ziqian smiled, and then he looked like a domineering boss, and clinked glasses with him lightly, "I watched the live broadcast, and with all due respect, Zhou Ning's video was shot on the rooftop, and there was no surveillance on it, and there was nothing else to show him." The opportunity to record, is the last truth recording real?"

"What does it matter if the recording is true or not? It is enough that the truth is true, and it is enough that the evidence is Qin Yong." Zhang Zhuoye buried his head in pain.

Jiang Ziqian had a lot of meaning, "So you really are a piece of shit, no matter how ever-changing your voice is, I can still recognize it."

Forced to admit that the recording on the rooftop was fabricated by himself, Zhang Zhuoye curled his lips, no longer quibbled about whether he was a scumbag, and devoted all his energy to the food.

He downed all the red wine brought by Jiang Ziqian, stretched his body and wiped his mouth clean, put on the mask, "I'm going to the toilet."

"Go and come back!" Jiang Ziqian waved his hand, and then 10 minutes passed, but Zhang Zhuoye did not come out. When he asked the boss, Zhang Zhuoye had already accepted the bill, and he had been running for a while with his thirty strings of big kidneys.

Let Zhang Gou run away again!

Jiang Ziqian looked at the empty seat and bit his waist fiercely.

......

Under the moonlight, Zhang Zhuoye was slightly drunk and wobbled back home with the roasted lamb kidney. He found that the range of the villa today was different from the usual temperature, it seemed much warmer.

Nan Butler smelled the alcohol on his body and asked, "Master Burning Ye, are you drinking again?"

"Just... just a little bit." Zhang Zhuoye's eyes were a little blurred, and he put down the cold roasted lamb kidney after entering the villa, and took off the thick full set of equipment first, "Uncle Nan, why is it so warm outside? "

Butler Nan glanced at it, felt that he had drunk a little, and replied: "Master Zhuo Ye is afraid of the cold, Master asked someone to install new outdoor heating equipment today. The equipment is newly developed by the family company, and there is no investment yet. production, but still works great so your range at home doesn't have to be so thickly wrapped."

The corners of Zhang Zhuoye's mouth twitched slightly when he heard that, knowing that Tang Zong was still in the garden of the villa so late, he ran to the wine cabinet to get another bottle of red wine, and said to Butler Nan, "Uncle Nan, you Rest early." Shaking, he went to find Tang Zong.

Butler Nan looked at Zhang Zhuoye's wobbly back with some worry, thinking, the young master is in the garden, and he would take care of him even if he was drunk, so Butler Nan turned and went back to sleep.

Camellia also emerges in winter in flower buds, and pansies bloom low in the middle.

A set of European-style leisure tables and chairs is here.

Tang Zong had been sitting on the chair in a daze for a long time, and the anxiety and gloom in his heart became more and more intense. He picked up the knife, quickly raised his sleeve, and cut a small wound on his right arm.

A little blood flowed out, and the pain woke him up slightly, suppressing the dark emotions and death will that had just arisen.

"What are you doing!" Zhang Zhuoye saw Tang Zong holding a knife from a distance, rushed forward and slapped the knife to the ground, and pulled Tang Zong's arm to check.

The wound on Tang Zong's right arm was not big, just enough to bleed a little, but there were many small wounds and scars nearby. Obviously, this was not the first time he had done this.

"I..." Didn't expect to be seen by Zhang Zhuoye, Tang Zong wanted to cover his arms.

But he was pulled even tighter by Zhang Zhuoye, and he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, licking away the trace of blood.

Tang Zong's arm was swept by the tip of his tongue, as if he had been scalded, he withdrew his hand violently, but Zhang Zhuoye held it back.

There was an obscure wave in Zhang Zhuoye's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Are you suppressing the idea of ​​giving up the world and the person who loves you with the pain? Including eating those foods that barely contain oil and salt as if you were masochistic. You are reminding yourself that once you die, will the people who care about you not think about food, sleep or sleep, and be sad all night long?"

Zhang Zhuoye asked questions continuously, asking aggressively, and got Tang Zong's silence.

Zhang Zhuoye took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, "You are wrong, your method is wrong, people are always greedy for happiness in the world, not pain, today I will teach you another method."

There are beautiful lights all around, and Zhang Zhuoye turned on the switch of the colored lights, and there will be stars twinkling with light and shadow intertwined in the garden.

He raised his head, looked around, staggered forward, tore off a decorative white gauze on the hanging chair, and finally came to Tang Zong, fluffing the long white gauze over Tang Zong's body , "I know...you liked the dance that Tao Yugui danced in women's clothing that day, do you want to watch it again? I'll dance for you!"

When Tang Zong brushed his face with a light veil, his eyes, which were as calm as stagnant water, showed slight fluctuations.

Sure enough, he still likes it, Zhang Zhuoye chuckled, turned on the phone to play the music recorded during that day's dance in a loop, dragged the long white gauze, turned around, and danced in the center.

Under the flickering light, shadow and starlight, Zhang Zhuoye stretched his body freely, without dancing sleeves, only a long white gauze, which was different from the last time he jumped out.

The thin waist is not like the willow waist posture in women's clothing, but it is extremely powerful. With a wave of the long arm, the light gauze is thrown out, showing another kind of elegant and calm posture full of strength.

It's still a frightening dance, more hearty than when filming.

Sitting on the chair, Tang Zong followed Zhang Zhuoye closely with his eyes. The faint lights swept across. Zhang Zhuoye's eyes were a bit hazy, as if he was drunk, or just woke up from a deep sleep. While dancing, side towards him.

Suddenly, the white gauze passed through the air and landed on him. Tang Zong subconsciously grabbed it, just like the prince when he was filming that day, he pulled the gauze back gently.

Zhang Zhuoye laughed for a while, followed Baisha to send him over, sat on Tang Zong's lap, and kissed him at the corner of his eyes.

In Tang Zong's slightly darkened eyes, Zhang Zhuoye bit off the cork of the red wine on the table, raised his head and took a sip.

The gorgeous wine flowed down the corners of his lips, making the handsome young man's face even more beautiful.

Zhang Zhuoye wiped the corner of his mouth, raised his head and took another sip, sealing the mouthful of wine and covering Tang Zong's lips.

The wine flowed in along his lips, Tang Zong's body stiffened, he hugged Zhang Zhuoye's waist tightly, his Adam's apple slipped, and he swallowed this mouthful of red wine that seemed to have been endowed with a strange taste.

He has always let Zhang Zhuoye do whatever he wants, but Zhang Zhuoye didn't want to let him drink this wine when he wanted to drink it, so he opened his mouth to snatch it.

A sip of wine scrambled between the two mouths, as if it had become a battlefield. The tip of the tongue bumped a few times, and finally in the gradually thinning air, the wine was consumed, and it was unknown who drank more.

The taste of wine in his mouth was slightly weaker, but Tang Zong was still not satisfied and wanted to deepen the kiss.

But Zhang Zhuoye stood up and danced around, turned away and pulled the veil, pulling Tang Zong up too, "I heard that you dance very well, but I haven't seen it before, I don't feel like being alone, you come too ah!"

Zhang Zhuoye shook the gauze away, Tang Zong grabbed the other end, and turned a direction involuntarily, and the next moment, under the pull of the gauze, he was very close to Zhang Zhuoye, breathing could be heard.

Tang Zong's body moved lightly to the beat of Zhang Zhuoye's dance, and his slightly reluctant actions gradually changed in Zhang Zhuoye's wanton smile. Past.

The intoxication in his eyes gradually increased, and he only saw the person in front of him, and his chest was even more full, as if something was about to burst Tang Zong's heart, rushing towards him.

As the beat got faster and faster, Zhang Zhuoye turned to the side of the table, stopped to pant slightly, "Tell me, are you happy now?"

Tang Zong pressed his heart, the beating sound was very fast, with obvious excitement, he hummed in a low voice, and looked at Zhang Zhuoye.

"...Instead of using your artist's hands to injure yourself, why not...use it to create more happiness..." Zhang Zhuoye showed a misty and intoxicating smile again, raised his head and took another sip of the red wine, , pushed Tang Zong under the camellia tree, and rode on it.

Bowing his head and kissing Tang Zong, the red wine crossed over again, but this time Zhang Zhuoye was straightforward. After the red wine disappeared, Tang Zong was able to kiss him deeply and gave an enthusiastic response.

The sound of music will quietly stop as the battery of the mobile phone is exhausted.

"...uh...uh...."

The indulgent kiss in the quiet garden, the voice became more and more uncontrollable, and it also made people's breathing more rapid and unbearable.

Under the cover of the camellia tree, the shadows of people overlapped faintly.

Tang Zong suppressed his breath, suddenly pressed Zhang Zhuoye's outstretched hand, and said shyly, "Don't touch..."

"Why not?" Zhang Zhuoye laughed softly, like a depraved devil, "You obviously like it very much, you have a reaction, we each do it once, you help me, I help you, it's fair, or you like it Come together? That's fine, come on, let go first."

"Together?...No...no way!" Tang Zong didn't know what to think, and his breathing became more chaotic.

Unconsciously, he opened his hands following Zhang Zhuoye's words, and Tang Zong felt the happiness Zhang Zhuoye said in the next moment. He seemed to give up, his eyes were slightly closed, and he let Zhang Zhuoye move, and his body followed suit. Changing and becoming uncontrollable.

I don't know how long it has passed, the boiling heat made him tense his body, he hugged Zhang Zhuoye tightly, his suppressed voice finally got out of control, and let out a muffled groan.

Before he could stop breathing, Zhang Zhuoye's low voice was heard next to his ears, "...Then now, it's my turn."

Tang Zong didn't know why he stretched out his hand, but when Zhang Zhuoye fell on top of him in a daze, he trembled with excitement and hugged him even tighter.

That hand that has been handicapped by itself can really make people happy...

The moon moved westward, and under the cold moonlight, everything became quiet.

Tang Zong finally regained his composure and realized that Zhang Zhuoye's drunkenness was definitely not the result of just drinking a few sips of red wine in the garden.

"Are you drunk..."

Zhang Zhuoye seemed to have heard Tang Zong's voice, and muttered on Tang Zong's body, "...You guys are so kind to me, I don't want to leave, I want to stay in your house forever, okay..."

Tang Zong's arms tightened, knowing that Zhang Zhuoye was already drunk and in a daze, he still replied dully, "...Okay."