After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

Radio news broadcasts continue, and such news is happening every day all over the world.

Cheng Jianyu held his breath, a chill ran up his spine, and his hands and feet were cold. He clutched the phone tightly, so hard that his fingertips turned white. A few minutes later, he opened the address book with trembling hands, and clicked to dial.

The bright white light of the mobile phone was shining on his pale face in the small compartment. His eyes were wet with drunkenness, the corners of his mouth were tense, and the numbers on the call interface scrolled until there was a blind tone of "beep beep".

Like a frozen ice pick hitting his chest, Cheng Jianyu gasped, his brain went blank for a moment, messy thoughts flooded his mind, buzzing, and his reason collapsed.

He lowered his head, pinched the bridge of his nose heavily, and tried to calm himself down. In African countries like Ethiopia, turbulent demonstrations/parades will occur from time to time. Wen Yueming must know how to take refuge in Ethiopia for five years.

Things won't be as bad as he thought.

But people's thoughts are uncontrollable, and once thoughts arise, they can't be contained. Cheng Jianyu recalled the first time we met, he was writing math problems on the stone table in the courtyard, and smelled a good smell. He looked up and saw the bright sunshine above his head Dazzling, the light poured down from the man's silhouette-like silhouette. Wen Yueming and Zhou Zheng, who were in their twenties, were flamboyant again. He lowered his eyes to look at him and asked with a smile, "Children, is Building No. 7 this building?"

Cheng Jianyu nodded and looked at him quietly. Wen Yueming suddenly supported the edge of the stone table with one hand, bent down halfway, and pointed to the exercise book with his clean and slender fingers, "Choose c for this."

With the distance, the smell on his body spread into Yu's nose as it spread. It was a kind of sun-drenched bamboo leaf smell, like turning pages of books, gentle and mysterious.

And then that summer, the green hills in the sky rolled up and down, and the gentle wind blew through the corners of his eyes and brows. He was lying on the lawn in the park, comfortably drowsy, Wen Yueming was holding a book, reciting sonnets, his voice was Sun drenched, slow and lazy, he fell asleep without paying attention.

The two images were seamlessly connected weirdly, Cheng Jianyu closed his eyes, feeling like a mess in his heart.

Wen Yueming means a lot to him, not only as the person he likes for the first time, but also as a lighthouse for him to navigate, even if it is far away, it still illuminates the path under his feet.

Wen Yueming must not be allowed to have an accident, otherwise...he really doesn't know how to face himself.

Due to the sharp reduction of flights in Ethiopia, which was in a state of emergency, it was hard to find tickets. Cheng Jianyu made several phone calls, trying to try other ways to transfer, but to no avail. No one would be so stupid as to go to Ethiopia at this time.

For several days in a row, he suspended work to keep an eye on air tickets and international news.Through Liang Qiu's guide, contact local Chinese reporters, and follow the development of the situation in Ethiopia anytime and anywhere.

Until Zhong Lunian made a phone call to pull him out of the gloomy environment for a short time, and invited him to go around the bar for a drink. Seeing Cheng Jianyu's moment, Zhong Lunian was startled. The impression was that although Cheng Jianyu was casual, he was very energetic. Great, now he looks like a cabbage that has been beaten by frost, with his head drooping, he quickly stood up, waved his hand, "Xiao Yu, over here."

Cheng Jianyu opened the chair and sat down. He hadn't talked to anyone for several days, and his voice was a little hoarse, "What do you want to say?"

Zhong Lunian opened the bottle of canned fruit wine and handed it to him, "Talk about "Clouds Chasing the Moon"."

Cheng Jianyu swallowed a few sips of wine, and said absent-mindedly: "You are not suitable to play this hero, you don't have the original rural atmosphere."

Zhong Lunian didn't know whether to be happy or sad, so he smiled helplessly, "Who told you that I'm going to act, I have spare money, and I want to invest in this movie."

"Aren't you afraid of losing money?" Cheng Jianyu looked down at the phone messages.

Zhong Lunian looked at him listlessly, snapped his fingers to pull his spirit back, and looked at him seriously, "I believe you can make money for me. Director Liang Qiu also believes in you, and investors also believe in you."

In the cold winter environment of film and television, life is difficult for large and small crews. Investors have learned their skills and spend money only on the blade. What is the blade? Cheng Jianyu is the sharpest knife. "Please Kill Me Gentlely" proves his strength The work plagiarized by Pui Xinhong crowns him, he is the outlet for making money, and he is the next money printing machine.

Cheng Jianyu twitched the corners of his mouth and finished his drink, "Thanks to the great love, I will try my best not to let you lose money."

"Don't drink it in such a hurry, this wine has a strong aftertaste, and someone gave him the nickname Fragmented Wine." Zhong Lunian handed him the can again, and said with a smile: "It's also called ** wine, but don't worry, I'm straight Like a steel pipe."

Cheng Jianyu was worried, not in the mood to be funny, kept silent, drinking cans of sweet wine, he had a good capacity for alcohol and had never been drunk, so sex and fragments were nonsense to him.

What's more, with his skill, he is not afraid of encountering bad guys, and he will run away first when encountering bad guys.

Zhong Lunian saw that he didn't want to chat, so he didn't force it. Be a good buddy and accompany him to have a drink. I can't stand up, my eyes are blurry, when I pay, I turn on the camera to scan the code, and then use the calculator to press a string of numbers stupidly.

Cheng Jianyu couldn't tell he was drunk, lying on the dining table, his white and clear cheeks were flushed, his eyes were clear, and he clearly asked the waiter to call the driver, but in fact he was at the end of his strength, and he couldn't even tell where he was up.

Time passed quickly, a black shadow shrouded the top of his head, covering the light, accompanied by the smell of mints, it seemed that it was not mints, he vaguely felt that the smell was very familiar and dangerous, but his brain that was down could not Handle this signal promptly.

The man's eyes are slender, with a little more white, like a rattlesnake lurking in a tropical forest, wagging its tail and getting closer to him, so close that Cheng Jianyu can clearly see his erect eyelashes and straight and thin bridge of the nose, staring at him like prey. with him.

"How much did you drink?" the man asked him in a low voice.

Cheng Jianyu blinked a few times, took out the car key from his pocket and patted it on the table, "White Volkswagen, license plate number Shanghai a58..."

Before he finished speaking, the man pulled him up, wrapped his warm and firm arms around his shoulders, and supported him half-huggingly and half-huggingly towards the parking lot. Cheng Jianyu stumbled and stepped on the man's snow-white sneakers several times. Without stopping, the man took him to a black sports car, opened the co-pilot and stuffed it in.

Cheng Jianyu leaned against the co-pilot, looked up and saw the transparent sunroof on the roof, and realized that it didn't seem to be his car, and was about to speak, the man leaned over, pulled out the co-pilot's seat belt and put it on neatly, standing tall His eyes narrowed slightly under his browbones, and he said with an ambiguous breath: "Spit me out of the car/compensation."

Cheng Jianyu's mind was as broken as a Picasso's oil painting, everything was abstract, he could only feel his mouth opening and closing, and had no idea what he was talking about.

Jiang Yan held the steering wheel with one hand, acted like an old co-driver, and drove on the road, looking at Cheng Jianyu from time to time. For this reason, it is coated with a layer of moisturizing water, which makes people want to pounce on it and bite hard.

He didn't know how attractive he was now, he just felt hot, he unbuttoned a few shirt buttons casually, the neckline was opened just right, and he could have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery inside from the side, Jiang Yan's Adam's apple rolled like a carnivorous bird of prey Grinding his teeth, he turned his face to face the road ahead, and quickly picked up the shirt that fell to his shoulders.

Cheng Jianyu looked at the constantly receding scenery until he arrived at a western-style villa. He fell on the soft bed with weakness, his feet were light, someone took off his shoes and socks, and only warm and firm hands pinched his feet. Feeling uncomfortable, he bent his knees and kicked hard, but the opponent grabbed his ankle, and his thumb went down, but he didn't go down and rubbed the protruding bone of the ankle, as if he was trying to measure how to crush it.

The hand went up along the calf, lightly and heavily like playing a piano, until it reached the collar, and a bad voice rang in his ear, "Take off your clothes and go to sleep."

Cheng Jianyu's pupils were focused, and the familiar jaw line was tight and clear. With the cold color and thin lips opening and closing, his chest found a floodgate like a cathartic flood, and his emotions were surging. He stretched out his arms and hugged his eyes tightly with both hands. The man's neck seemed to be grabbing a life-saving straw, his nose was sore, and he murmured, "Don't leave me alone."

"I won't leave you behind." Jiang Yan couldn't breathe, but he enjoyed Cheng Jianyu's fragile side, the man's bad nature, and always wanted to see the person he liked depended on him.

It feels like everything is worth it.

Cheng Jianyu buried his head in his strong chest, rubbed it softly a few times, and cried slightly, "Don't go."

"Don't go." Jiang Yan tested the temperature of Cheng Jianyu's forehead with the back of his hand, and lifted his face. Cheng Jianyu's fragile appearance made him feel soft and confused. He was not in heaven, but it was just as wonderful as being in heaven.

Immediately afterwards, Cheng Jianyu sent him to hell with three words.

"Mr. Wen..." Cheng Jianyu looked at his jaw and murmured.

Jiang Yan's shoulders stiffened suddenly, and the veins on his wrists bulged, as if a bucket of cold water was poured from the top, from head to toe, he looked at him unsteadily, if his eyes could be turned into substance, what Cheng Jianyu encountered now would be It was a hail of bullets.

The hopes of the soldiers were smashed to pieces without bloodshed.

The one you love is lying in his arms, but calling someone else's name. Is there anything more mocking in this world than this?

The passion on this bed in the past is vivid, Cheng Jianyu looks at him from bottom to top almost every time, is this angle the most fucking like Wen Yueming! ?

Jiang Yan's fingers pinching Cheng Jianyu's jaw involuntarily tightened, panting heavily in his throat, and asked through gritted teeth, "You like him that much?"

At this time, Cheng Jianyu couldn't answer any of his questions, his eyes were soft, without any focus, he subconsciously leaned forward and kissed the corner of his unhappy mouth, touched Shun Jiangyan to push him away, then straightened Cheng Jianyu's face with both hands, forcing Cheng Jianyu to look him squarely. Paused, "Look clearly, I am Jiang Yan."

The name was like a wake-up symbol, Cheng Jianyu's dark pupils dilated, and he stared at him intently.

"Do you like me?" Jiang Yan asked almost gently, pulling back the hand that restrained him.

Cheng Jianyu still looked at him without blinking, his crystal clear eyes seemed to be about to burst, Jiang Yan lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Do you like me?"

As long as Cheng Jianyu nodded, if he wanted the stars, if he wanted the sun, he would cut him to pieces.

The two were almost face to face, the air was thin, Cheng Jianyu didn't speak, Jiang Yanchang kissed him on the lips, pecking at his lips without haste, "Huh? Do you like me?"

Just after finishing this sentence, the lower lip suddenly hurt, Cheng Jianyu bit him hard, and stared at him with sharp black eyes. In just a few seconds, the strong smell of iron spread between the two lips and teeth, and Jiang Yan pinched him. The lower jaw forced him to loosen his teeth, and continued to kiss him without any sense, passing all the bloody smell to Cheng Jianyu.

Cheng Jianyu, who was stimulated by this strong breath, coughed dryly, his face flushed, Jiang Yan let him go, patted his back to let him breathe, and licked the wound on his lips as if aftertaste.