Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

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Later, Fang Zhixing was carried back by Zhong Siyuan. He leaned on his shoulder, feeling really ashamed, and said weakly, "Would you despise me?"

Zhong Siyuan was also quite speechless, just now Fang Zhixing's yelling and running posture didn't look like he had a high fever.Following Fang Zhixing's words, he said, "A little bit."

"what……"

Zhong Siyuan put him on the bed, just in time to take his temperature again.

Fang Zhixing was a little worried: "You won't let me chase you!"

He was still chasing, and he didn't know who was chasing whom. Zhong Siyuan felt that he had been serving this ancestor.

Fang Zhixing poked his neck and looked at him: "If you say something, you can't kick me just because I vomited. Cheng Hao is such a scumbag that he has never disliked Yu Ran! If you dislike me, you are better than Cheng Hao." Still scum!"

The plausible words are quite reasonable, Zhong Siyuan thought badly: "What if I hate you?"

"You—" Fang Zhixing sat up for a while, then fell back on the pillow and gave up, "What else can I do, I can't even get up now, and I can't resist if you drive me out."

It sounds so pathetic.

Zhong Siyuan smiled.

"But when I get better, I won't let you go!" He said as if he wanted revenge, "I'm a stalker, I'll block your door all day long, I'll follow you wherever you go, and I'll implement it thoroughly. The name of Mrs. Siqing!"

There was an instant of silence in the air, and Zhong Siyuan's eyes suddenly became dark.

He bent down and slowly approached Fang Zhixing: "Well, you said that."

The warm-colored lamp heated up Zhong Siyuan's icy face, and the tip of his tongue lightly licked the teeth, and he appealed to his longing lightly.

Fang Zhixing suddenly realized that he seemed to have plugged the gaps in Zhong Siyuan's heart with a crooked blow. Those holes were left by him himself, and now he has filled them up neatly.

Fang Zhixing blinked hastily a few times, his heart was beating wildly, the momentum of shouting just now was gone, and his whole body was trapped in the shadow cast by Zhong Siyuan.

The hot breath of high fever sprayed on the face, burning all the way to the heart.

Zhong Siyuan suddenly lowered his head, and kissed Fang Zhixing's lips with great care.

"I will never despise you."

"you……"

Fang Zhixing looked at Zhong Siyuan in shock, this was the first kiss since their reunion except filming, it came too suddenly, without any preparation at all, only dizzy.

Fang Zhixing was dazed for a long while, the daze and nervousness faded away, he felt his own world suddenly came alive, he was surrounded by huge surprises, and the feeling of getting his wish made his eyes blush.

"Did you kiss me?" He confirmed that this was reality and not a dream, and that such intimate contact was not a hallucination caused by a high fever.

Zhong Siyuan stared at his lips with scorching eyes. In the past three months, he had played frivolously many times, but none of them was as enjoyable as the one just now.

"One more time." Fang Zhixing said.

Zhong Siyuan held his neck and satisfied him easily.

Fang Zhixing raised his hands to circle him: "Do it again."

Zhong Siyuan lowered his head again.

Fang Zhixing's voice was crying, and he refused to let go like a child: "I still have to..."

Zhong Siyuan invaded his hot mouth, curled up his soft and wet tongue, thinking in his heart, even if Fang Zhixing wanted the sun in the sky, he would do his best to help him realize it.

The hand around the neck loosened, Fang Zhixing's face was covered with bright water marks, Zhong Siyuan gently wiped away his tears, raised his hand to close Zhixing's eyes: "Go to sleep."

Fang Zhixing grabbed Zhong Siyuan's cuff: "Brother Yuan..."

Zhong Siyuan told him: "I won't go."

Fang Zhixing turned sideways and faced Zhong Siyuan's direction, as if, no matter whether he opened or closed his eyes, he could feel Zhong Siyuan's presence.He was exhausted, and soon fell asleep when he relaxed.

Zhong Siyuan watched him by the bed for a long time, and found that the emotion of lost and found was still floating in the air, and it was still vain. Fang Zhixing's reaction surprised him even more, so longing, so longing, as if he had waited for many years without thinking of anything in return.

He knew that there was a deeper secret hidden behind the departure that year, and it might be a more painful injury than the scar on his leg.

Zhong Siyuan held Fang Zhixing's hand and brought it to his lips to kiss, no matter how many doubts he had, he said at this moment: "You have never forgotten me, have you?"

The fever on Fang Zhixing's body did not subside. Later, Zhong Siyuan gave him antipyretics.

After taking the medicine and sweating, his pajamas were soaked. Zhong Siyuan hugged Fang Zhixing, who was wet and sticky, and didn't close his eyes all night.

Fang Zhixing rolled over and woke up at dawn, and felt a hand as soon as he moved his forehead.

Zhong Siyuan put his forehead against Fang Zhixing's shoulder, hugged him tightly and let out a sigh of relief.

Fang Zhixing didn't have much strength in his body, he was useless after burning for one night, and his voice was hoarse: "Have you slept yet?"

Zhong Siyuan didn't have such a big heart, so he responded vaguely: "Is there any discomfort, dizziness?"

"I'm fine." Fang Zhixing pulled the collar of his pajamas, "It's just sticky and uncomfortable."

Zhong Siyuan let him go and sat up: "I can't take a bath yet, I'll go and twist a hot towel to wipe you off."

"Brother Yuan..." Fang Zhixing grabbed his arm, "Don't worry, just sleep a little longer, I'll get up and wipe myself later."

Zhong Siyuan touched his hand: "It's time for me, you sleep in your bed."

Then he got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

After a while, footsteps came from behind, and Fang Zhixing walked slowly close to the wall.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Siyuan threw the towel in his hand to help him, "Didn't I let you sleep?"

Fang Zhixing held back all night, and couldn't help it: "...I want to pee."

"..."

After entering the bathroom, Fang Zhixing turned around and drove Zhong Siyuan out: "Why do you follow me to the bathroom? Go, go, change clothes, and the driver will pick you up later."

Zhong Siyuan was not at ease: "How can I go with you like this?"

Fang Zhixing grabbed his hands and pinched his waist, anxious to urinate and shake his legs: "I'll call Ji Chuan to come, you don't have to worry about it."

"Is Ji Chuan going?"

"Then let Xiaoman come."

"It's not as good as worrying about myself."

Why is this man so verbose, Fang Zhixing slammed the door: "I'll tell you after I pee!"

After a while, Fang Zhixing rubbed his stomach and opened the door, only to find Zhong Siyuan standing by the door in his pajamas, anxiously: "Why don't you move, what time is it!"

"I'm afraid you'll fall."

Fang Zhixing walked towards the gate: "I'm so good, what should you do, why don't you stare at me."

Zhong Siyuan stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"I'm sweating, I'll go back and change."

Why is this person being dishonest even if his illness is slightly better? Zhong Siyuan hugged him up without any refusal: "Stay at home today and don't go anywhere."

"...I'll just go through a corridor."

Zhong Siyuan didn't speak, carried him into the bathroom, put him on the toilet seat and sat down.

"?"

What do you mean?

Zhong Siyuan closed the door: "Take off your clothes."

Fang Zhixing was taken aback for a moment. He just kissed last night and is going to take off his clothes today?Take it off in the toilet?Don't go to bed!

He asked with a question mark: "Here?"

Zhong Siyuan saw through the yellow waste in the head at a glance, and there were obvious cracks on the face that was usually as cold as ice. He asked helplessly, "Are you still a sick patient? What are you thinking about in your head?"

When Fang Zhixing heard this, he was upset. He just had sweets last night and now he was a little fearless. He straightened up, opened his mouth and said, "Aren't you willing? Why don't you want to?" Then he remembered the past , "You didn't want to before!"

"Damn!" He suddenly realized: "You can't do it!"

If you say one more word, Zhong Siyuan might be about to slam the door and leave. He decided not to talk nonsense with Fang Zhixing, and turned around to put water and hot towels.

Fang Zhixing craned his neck to look at him, opened his bloodless lips and wanted to say something more.

Zhong Siyuan swept over with a sharp gaze, wrung out the towel vigorously, and said coldly: "Besides, let you see if I can do it now."

Fang Zhixing shuddered, be honest.

Zhong Siyuan wiped the front and back of Fang Zhixing dry, took out his own T-shirt and used it as pajamas for him, and put water and medicine on the bedside, then went to change clothes and tidy himself up, and came back to the room to tell: "Don't Running around, I will be back at noon after filming the last scene. The porridge is cooked in the pot, and it will take about 15 minutes. You have breakfast before taking medicine, and I will be home after eating and sleeping."

Fang Zhixing leaned on the bed and waved his hands: "Understood, let's go."

This looks like a spoiled and fat cat.

Zhong Siyuan was not very happy, pinched Fang Zhixing's chin and kissed him, finding a sense of satisfaction in the instantly softened body of the other party.He let Fang Zhixing's pale lips turn red from sucking, and finally became gentle before leaving: "Be good, don't make me worry."

·

Ji Chuan arrived around 09:30 in the morning. Of course, Fang Zhixing didn't call him here. He was urged to come by a phone call from Zhong Siyuan.

Fang Zhixing was lying on the bed and stroking the cat to pass the time. When he heard the sound of closing the door, he thought it was Zhong Siyuan who came back early. He went to greet him with joy, but he looked up and saw his unlucky brother. He was not very well: "Why are you here?" ?”

It was raining outside, and Honolulu was far away from the urban area. Ji Chuan had to take the subway three times to get there. I've seen people who are more ungrateful than you!"

"..." Fang Zhixing knew his tone was not kind, so he quickly confessed, "Oh, don't shout, I'm dizzy."

Ji Chuan changed his shoes, took off his half-wet coat, and said angrily, "You should faint to death alone."

"How do you talk!" Fang Zhixing grabbed Ji Chuan's shoulders, "Why do you have such an attitude when my brother is sick?"

Ji Chuan pulled Fang Zhixing away, and squinted at him: "I treat you as a brother, and you, you know how to eat inside and out." He touched Fang Zhixing's body twice, "Haven't your fever gone yet? Why are you still so hot? .”

"Your palms are hot, brother."

Fang Zhixing kicked off his slippers and climbed onto the bed, Mozart twisted his face into his arms.

"Where's the thermometer?" Ji Chuan searched around on the bedside table.

Zhong Siyuan had just used it in the morning, Fang Zhixing thought about it, felt in the crevice of the pillow, and found it.

He raised the electronic temperature gun to his ear and hit it, and asked, "Did Brother Yuan call you?"

"Yes, can he rest assured that you are alone at home?"

Ji Chuan took it over and took a look: "It's okay, have you had breakfast yet?"

"After two bites, I feel a little nauseous."

Ji Chuan stood by the bed and smirked: "Don't you have it."

"Get lost." Fang Zhixing scolded, "You have me and I don't!"

"Swearing at people is quite powerful."

Ji Chuan put down the pillow that Fang Zhixing was leaning on, made people lie down, and reached out to pick up the cat on his body: "Day, this cat is really heavy."

Fang Zhixing laughed sullenly, and closed his eyes tiredly: "I'll sleep for a while, if Zhong Siyuan asks you, just say I'm alive and well."

"Understood, let's sleep with you. I'm outside and you have something to say."

Fang Zhixing and Zhong Siyuan may still be polite out of distress and don't want to cause trouble, but for Ji Chuan, they are confident and bold to use casually. After all, they are friendship through each other's open crotch pants, and the brotherhood is relatively deep.

Fang Zhixing fell asleep with the blanket rolled up in sweat, and was woken up by the smell of food.

A little thirsty, he got out of bed to find water to drink, and saw Ji Chuan busy in the kitchen: "It's time to cook."

"Eleven o'clock." Ji Chuan turned to look at him, "Your Zhong Yingdi will be back soon, don't worry."

"Screw you."

Fang Zhixing entered the important area of ​​the kitchen, like a cat wandering for food, picked up a piece of dried tea with bare hands and ate it: "I'm hungry."

Ji Chuan drove people out with a spatula, feeling disgusted: "Eat it if you don't brush your teeth, can you leave a way for others?"

"Damn it!" Fang Zhixing suffered a critical blow and saw the difference between friendship and love, "I threw up brother Yuan yesterday and kissed me!"

Ji Chuan was about to vomit.

He pushed and kicked Fang Zhixing out, cursing: "I don't have such a strong taste as the actor Zhong, go brush your teeth!"

Fang Zhixing couldn't understand the mood of a single dog, and felt that his brother was not considerate or reliable, and he was annoying.

He went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, and used Zhong Siyuan's toothpaste and mouthwash. He felt himself kissed again, and he felt refreshed when he came out.

The cell phone rang in the bedroom, and Fang Zhixing rushed to answer the call. His energy disappeared visibly after seeing the caller. He stepped onto the balcony with a frown, and answered the call in the autumn wind and rain.

"Hello," Yang Shuming's voice came through the receiver, "Qingqing."

Fang Zhixing grabbed a handful of hair irritably, supported the cold iron fence with one hand, and maintained a difficult calm: "What's the matter?"

Yang Shuming changed his usual gentle style, and for the first time became tough in front of Fang Zhixing: "It's the same thing as last time, lend uncle some money."

Fang Zhixing tightened his fingers: "I have no money."

"Qingqing, your film is almost finished, right? You can get a lot of salary for a film, don't ask for too much, uncle, 50."

"Are you crazy?" Fang Zhixing suddenly raised his voice, "50 last time and [-] this time? Are you treating me as an ATM?"

"It's not what it used to be, and now everyone in the streets and alleys doesn't know that you know how to be famous, are you short of 50?" Yang Shuming smiled, "Qingqing, don't wait to see you once you fly to a branch. We poor relatives, your uncle was kind to you when you were young, right?"

Fang Zhixing gripped the phone tightly, the veins on the back of his hand popped out, but still couldn't restrain the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "I said, don't bring it up again."

"Okay, let's say now, now that you are so popular, you have so many fans, and you have a bright future. Uncle only wants 50. It's guaranteed to be the last time."

"The last time, the last time," Fang Zhixing's face turned black with anger, "How many times have you told me it's the last time!"

His attitude and words also angered Yang Shuming, who only heard a stern shout from the other end of the phone: "Fang Zhixing! Why did you talk to the elders!"

Fang Zhixing asked back: "Do you regard yourself as an elder? Do you regard me as your own nephew?"

"Qingqing, you'd better not force me." Yang Shuming's voice darkened in an instant, as if he was really cornered, "I saw the news that your former boss is going to China to record a show, and he is here Haicheng, if you don't give me money, I'll go find him."

"Yang Shuming!" Fang Zhixing roared angrily, "You are blackmailing me!"

"I'm just blackmailing, what's the matter?" Yang Shuming said, "I still have his phone number. What I'm waiting for is today. I'll give you two days. If there's no 50 in the account after two days, I'll give the surname immediately." Kim's calling!"

"Slap", the mobile phone was slammed against the wall by the angry owner.

Fang Zhixing was dizzy, his chest heaved up and down with anger, his hands were numb, and he sat on the ground as if unable to stand.

When Ji Chuan heard the movement and came over to look at it, he was so frightened that his soul flew away: "Zhixing!"

He pulled him up and saw that his face was pale and blue, but his eyes were red: "What's wrong, huh? Why are you uncomfortable? Don't scare me, Zhixing, did you hear me?"

Fang Zhixing couldn't see anything, his ears were ringing, and he couldn't feel anything in his body. He was carried back into the room by Ji Chuan.

Ji Chuan touched his ice-like hand, and he fucking wanted to call 120!

Fang Zhixing took a hard breath, and a tear fell from his eyes without warning.But there was no sadness in that appearance, and the emotional venting was completely involuntary, more like being whipped out by unbearable resentment.

Ji Chuan suddenly understood. He pointed to the torn mobile phone on the balcony: "Is it your uncle? Yang Shuming is looking for you again? This bastard is still asking you for money!"

Fang Zhixing's eyes flickered, and finally saw a few clusters of light. He seemed to be stabbed by some kind of sharp weapon, and he let out a roar from the depths of his soul: "He is not my uncle!"

With a beep, the door of the house opened.

Fang Zhixing suddenly pulled away from the deep resentment, and all the tense energy suddenly dissipated, and he fell on the bed as soft as mud, feeling his body was heating up.

Zhong Siyuan entered the door and went straight to the kitchen. Ji Chuan didn't turn off the fire when this damn thing went out, and almost called the smoke alarm!

He solved the fire hazard with a dark face, and when he was going inside, he bumped into Ji Chuan head-on.

"Fuck! I forgot to turn off the fire!"

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感谢在2020-05-2121:05:02~2020-05-2310:47:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: Le Cheng 2;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Lecheng;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!