After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

"Where do you want to go to play?" Fang Qian looked up from the script and asked seemingly casually.

Zhang Yan was eating chicken in full swing, he didn't take it seriously at all, and replied casually, "Yes, but I have no money and no time... Ah, day!" The black man in the center of the screen was caught by an off-road vehicle that ran out of nowhere He was crushed, and died inexplicably.

Zhang Yan was so angry that he almost threw the mouse out.

Fang Qian closed the script, and continued to ask calmly: "Where do you want to go if you have money and time?"

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Zhang Yan manipulated the resurrected black man to continue running: "Thailand. It's cold, and I want to go to a warm place to recover blood."

He really just said that casually, but he never expected that Fang Qian was serious.

After getting off work, the black SUV stopped at the door of the cafe, the windows slowly rolled down, and Fang Qian, wearing a pair of huge sunglasses, waved to him.

Zhang Yan took a long leg and ran over in three or two steps: "Why are you here today?"

"Take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

Zhang Yan got into the car inexplicably, until the car drove all the way out of the urban area and onto the expressway to the airport, and finally felt something was wrong.

"Where are we going? What are we doing at the airport?"

"Thailand." Fang Qian took out the passport and air ticket that he had prepared earlier in the morning, and handed it to Zhang Yan, "There are still about ten days before the filming starts. Didn't you just say you wanted to go to Thailand? I've prepared everything for you." , you can bring someone with you."

"What?!" Zhang Yan stared at the passport in his hand: "When did you take my passport?"

Fang Qian's dark eyeballs flashed cunningly: "When I went back to your house last time."

"You... my God," Zhang Yan was a little dumbfounded. Sometimes it's not good to be too active, "Am I still going to work?"

Fang Qian leaned over: "I'm more important than work?" The distance between the two was only 1 centimeter, and he deliberately blinked at Zhang Yan, but his eyes were full of threats.

This is a sending proposition.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but trembled: "You...are you important?"

"That's about the same." Fang Qian quickly kissed Zhang Yan on the lips, and sat back contentedly.

Zhang Yan was exhausted by the five-hour flight, and when he arrived at the hotel, he collapsed on the big hotel bed without even taking a shower, snoring loudly within seconds.

Fang Qian pushed him, but he just hummed twice, turned over and continued to sleep.

The beautiful young man sighed, covered him with a quilt as if resigned to his fate, turned down the temperature of the air conditioner, and then lay down beside him.

It was past ten when Zhang Yan woke up the next day.

He was woken up by starvation.Thailand is an hour later than China, and it is actually eleven o'clock at this moment.

The gurgling sound in my stomach continued, as if it was about to compose a song.

Zhang Yan sat up from the bed and was about to put a thick coat on his body when he suddenly realized belatedly that he was already in Thailand.

He still came with Fang Qian.

Looking around again, rose petals are scattered everywhere, and the candles have not been removed, but he was too sleepy last night to pay attention to these. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but blushed, and muttered in a low voice: "Why is it like this?" Like a honeymoon."

"If it's clothes, it's already on your bedside table." Fang Qian came back at some time, leaning on the door frame, admiring his naked upper body, "Of course I don't mind if you don't wear them." of."

Fang Qian admired him as if appreciating a painting, with undisguised desire in his eyes, as if an invisible hand was walking around Zhang Yan's body, until Zhang Yan felt goosebumps on Zhang Yan's back. He quickly put on the clothes Fang Qian had prepared for him, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out after washing, Fang Qian also changed his clothes.

He was wearing a light gray and white jumper with black slacks today, which was refreshing and youthful. After watching it for 3 seconds, Zhang Yan realized that this suit and his clothes were couple shirts. The red tide just fell on his face It surged up again.

Fang Qian turned to him and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Yan nodded quickly to hide his gaffe.

"Lunch is ready, let's go downstairs to eat in the garden."

They live in single villas, each with its own garden facing the Chao Phraya River that flows through Bangkok.

It is the cool season in Thailand, but the garden is still lush and green.The sun shone on the river, and the wind on the river suddenly rushed towards the face with a warm and humid atmosphere, followed by the fragrance of tropical flowers and plants. Like a gentle and enthusiastic Thai girl, Zhang Yan instantly felt the love from this country. welcome.

No wonder so many people like to come to Thailand.Having had enough of the wet and cold winter in Chenhai, such a mild climate is really rare, standing in the garden, Zhang Yan's mood suddenly brightened.

Fang Qian pulled out the chair for him and asked, "Did you sleep well?"

"Very good." Zhang Yan sat down, stretched his waist, and suddenly became lively again, "Even if you want to come to Thailand, you should say hello in advance."

"What's a surprise when I tell you?" Fang Qian casually drank the coconut juice.Seeing that Zhang Yan swept away the curry beef brisket, but completely neglected the tom yum soup, he secretly remembered that "he doesn't like tom yum".

Zhang Yan filled his groaning stomach, and finally had enough time to look at Fang Qian, who was opposite, only to find that Fang Qian had hardly touched the food in front of him: "Aren't you hungry after eating so little?"

"I eat a lot of breakfast." Fang Qian said, clasping his chin with his hands, and looked up at him: "Are you full now?"

"I'm full." Zhang Yan patted his chubby belly, "Where are we going next?"

"Is this your first time in Thailand?"

"Ang." His passport was taken away by him, didn't he know exactly where he had been?

"So I want to show you around Bangkok today."

"Okay." Zhang Yan's eyes lit up—he never had a chance to play outside, let alone go abroad—and said impatiently, "Where are we going? The Grand Palace? The Temple of the Reclining Buddha? Let's go!"

Fang Qian was amused by his childish look: "Don't worry, can you ride a motorcycle?"

"Of course I will. Why do you ask this?" Fang Qian smiled again and pulled him up from his seat: "Take you for a ride together."

Together they walked through the hall of the house, towards the front door, where two light blue Vespas were parked on the steps of the house.Without waiting for him to say anything, Zhang Yan stepped into one excitedly.

Fang Qian threw the helmet to him: "Go on."

Zhang Yan took it and put it on, and turned his head, only to find that Fang Qian was taking pictures of him with a mobile phone.

"Why are you shooting me?"

Fang Qian smiled and said nothing, just hid his phone, and stepped on the vespa: "Go, let's start now."

Fang Qian seems to have been here many times, and he is familiar with the roads, taking him to and fro in Bangkok.

The Thai people are meek, the traffic jams are all in the parking lot, and no one honks their horns. The cars move slowly like a beetle.

Looking at the long convoy, Zhang Yan couldn't help sighing: "I thought only Chenhai could be blocked like this."

Fang Qian was in front, and his brisk laughter came along with the wind: "Traffic jams are a problem for people all over the world."

"Where are we going?" Zhang Yan shouted at Fang Qian's back.

Fang Qian said without looking back, "I'll be there soon, just follow me."

The car quickly arrived at the bustling business district.

From a distance, Zhang Yan saw many people worshiping a Buddha statue devoutly.The two of them looked for a place to park the car, and he turned to Fang Qian and asked, "Are we going to worship Buddha today?"

"That's right. When you come to a place, don't you first go to the village and pay homage to the pier? When you come to Thailand, of course you must first worship the Erawan Buddha and ask for the blessing of the Buddha."

"But, I don't know how to do it." Zhang Yan was a little embarrassed.They are all atheists in their family and don't know much about these rules.

Fang Qian took his hand and smiled slightly: "If you are sincere, you will be wise, just follow me."

The two bought flowers and incense candles on one side, starting from the front, followed the crowd, and worshiped each other.

The four sides of the Erawan Buddha represent career, love, wealth and health.Zhang Yan secretly turned to look at Fang Qian, and saw that he lowered his eyebrows and looked pious, and he was still talking silently.

After the end, Zhang Yan still couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked Fang Qian what wish he had made.

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes, and asked him in turn, "What wish did you make?"

"I..." Zhang Yan was speechless for a while, scratching his head: "Actually, I just prayed to the Buddha for peace. Don't talk about me, what about you?"

"Actually, I didn't come to make a wish."

"what?"

"I'm here to fulfill my wish."

"When I just woke up a year ago, I always felt that there were many things wrong with me, but I couldn't tell what was wrong. Sometimes I looked at myself on the screen, and even felt a little scary, as if I lost my memory. During that time, there was a completely different soul living in my body. But I didn't know anything about it." Fang Qian sighed a long time: "That feeling is like floating in the void. If you have nothing to rely on, you will fall at any time..."

Zhang Yan subconsciously pursed his lips.

Fang Qian turned his head, took his hand, and interlocked his fingers: "At that time, my manager gave me a long vacation and asked me to come to Thailand to relax. I heard that the four-faced Buddha here is very effective, so I came here Bye bye, I hope to restore the memory."

"And then?" Zhang Yan raised his heart.

"Then—" the young man's expression became softer, his brows curved and his eyes pulsed, "I just met you."

"Ah?" Zhang Yan was at a loss.

"The important thing is not the past, but the future, isn't it?" Fang Qian looked at him and smiled brightly, "I have long since stopped worrying about the lost memories, and now I just want to live a good life with you. Ten years, 20 Years, I will never be separated from you for the rest of my life."

Zhang Yan only felt his throat throbbing, and his eyes were inexplicably moist.

Fang Qian stretched out his hand with a smile, and pressed his brow: "Fool, why do you still look sad after hearing my confession?"

Zhang Yan grabbed Fang Qian's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it: "From today onwards, I will fulfill all your wishes."

Fang Qian laughed out loud: "What stupid things are you talking about? You are not a Buddha. Even if you want to fulfill your wish, I should be the one who fulfills your wish."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused: "Ah, yes, there is one wish that you can grant me..."

"What?" Zhang Yan wanted to show his heart to Fang Qian at this moment, of course he was responsive: "Just say it."

Fang Qian hooked his fingers to Zhang Yan, asked him to lean towards him, and then whispered a word in his ear.

After hearing these words, Zhang Yan immediately blushed from his ears to his neck: "This... this is also..."

Fang Qian narrowed his eyes, and said angrily, "Just now you said you wanted to fulfill all my wishes, and you regretted it in less than a minute?"

Now that he has already boasted about Haikou, the promise he made must be fulfilled on his knees. Zhang Yan closed his eyes and said cruelly: "Okay, come here!"

Fang Qian lowered his head slightly, hiding a successful smile.

After visiting the Grand Palace, the Temple of the Reclining Buddha, and eating all kinds of snacks on Khao San Road, Zhang Yan and Fang Qian left Bangkok for a private island resort.

The blue sea stretches as far as the eye can see, and the white sandy beach is shimmering with fine light.It is far away from the hustle and bustle, making people feel that there is only the sound of sea waves in the world.

There are few people in the resort, only the shadows of coconut trees swaying, dotted with tropical plants.The scenery is beautiful, but there is no one.Zhang Yan went out and wandered around, and slipped back after a while.

Fang Qian spread a blanket on the private beach in front of the villa, and was lying on it basking in the sunset.

He was wearing a tropical shirt and big pants, his bare arms and thighs were blindingly white.

Zhang Yan walked up to him: "Why is there no one here? Where's the waiter?" What should I do if I'm hungry and want something to eat?

"Haven't you heard of it?" Fang Qian looked up at him, "The best service is ubiquitous, but undetectable."

"what?"

"Besides," Fang Qian half propped up his body, his well-shaped collarbone was exposed from the loose neckline, "Why do you need someone else, isn't it enough for me?"

"Uh..." Before he could finish his next sentence, Fang Qian grabbed him and pushed him down on the beach.

How could Zhang Yan give in so easily, turned over and put Fang Qian under him, Fang Qian refused to admit defeat, the two of them hugged and rolled a few times, and quickly rolled the blanket into a mess, like dried plums.

In the end, Fang Qian won, riding on his waist brazenly, glaring at him from top to bottom.

"Are you bored?" Fang Qian pressed his hands to his sides.

"Are you bored?" Zhang Yan retorted back unwillingly.

"Oh, man." The corner of Fang Qian's mouth twitched, but suddenly he lowered his head and bit his lower lip.

This bite was not light, Zhang Yan even tasted the rusty smell of blood, but for some reason, this little sting made him even more itchy.

So he raised his head and kissed back impatiently. The two of them came and went, turning the kiss into a silent contest.

After the kiss was over, both of them felt a little lack of oxygen in their brains, and a certain part became numb due to constant friction.

The two looked at each other, and neither of them spoke, but they both understood the fiery meaning in the other's eyes.

What should be said in this situation?Countless answers flashed across Zhang Yan's mind, but none of them could be grasped by him.

"Go in..."

"Hush—" Fang Qian pressed his index finger on his lips, preventing him from continuing.

A sly smile flashed across the young man's beautiful peach eyes, and he moved his index finger: "Do you still remember my wish?"

Zhang Yan opened his eyes wide, and his face suddenly turned into a tomato again.

Fang Qian smiled, and first kissed his lips like a dragonfly, and the long eyelashes even swept across his cheeks, causing a slightly itchy shudder.

However, the movements of the lower body are not so pure.A pair of hands had already reached into Zhang Yan's loose beach pants and fumbled around.Zhang Yan twisted uncomfortably, and was held down by his waist.

"Don't move around," he reprimanded with a smile, the breath from his lips brushed against the corners of his lips, Zhang Yan took a sip, thinking to himself, his mouthwash turned out to be green apple flavored.

"It's a little itchy." Zhang Yan hugged Fang Qian back, "Why don't you just take it off and don't touch it."

Fang Qian looked at him, the boy couldn't hold back his laughter, and kissed him again: "You are the most straightforward person I have ever seen."

"What is the most straightforward one?" Zhang Yan took the opportunity to turn over and put Fang Qian under him, "How many times do you think you have?"

Who knows that Fang Qian laughed even harder: "I thought you would never ask."

Zhang Yan blushed, not understanding how this guy could smile so freely: "Can't I ask?"

"Of course." Fang Qian grabbed his shoulders and looked at him from bottom to top with a half-sincere, half-joking expression, "You can even ask me for my bank password. Anyway, I belong to you. "

"Then..." Although Zhang Yan always felt that this kind of behavior of questioning his predecessor was very low, he couldn't help being curious: "How many times have you had?"

"Three. Do you think it's too many?" Fang Qian touched Zhang Yan's cheek, and his fingertips seemed to be obsessed with the touch, hovering between his jaw and neck.

"Only three?!" Now it was Zhang Yan's turn to be surprised. He always thought that Fang Qian should have at least thirty of them.

"What do you think of me?" Fang Qian saw his eyes wide open, and the corners of his mouth became more curved, "I came out to work early, so I don't have time for love."

"That's right." Zhang Yan muttered in a low voice, "No, where is your hand touching?"

"Of course it's where it should be." Fang Qian looked up at Zhang Yan, "Mr. Zhang, are you satisfied with my answer? Shall we start?"

"Okay." Zhang Yan spread his legs further apart, "Come on. Hey, no one here will see it, right?"

With a smile in his eyes, Fang Qian glanced at him, but didn't answer. He just reached out and touched his inner thigh twice.

"Stop making trouble." Zhang Yan couldn't help his teasing, leaned down, and kissed him on the cheek, "I want it now." He really didn't do it for a long time, and he didn't have the most basic self-control up.

Fang Qian's eyes became darker, and he stopped dawdling now, and counterattacked back.

As the tide rises and falls, a round of red sun gradually sinks into the bottom of the sea, the gentle night and the sound of the tide cover up the entangled bodies and emotional gasps of the two...