Super unpopular CP[entertainment circle]

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Fang Zhixing was led into the house, and the western-style villa was exquisite and elegant everywhere. Ye Lijun introduced him one by one, and when he turned to the second floor, he pointed to the innermost room and said, "That's Xiaoyuan's room."

Then she turned to look at the youngest son who was following behind, and asked with a half-smile: "There are still a lot of vacant rooms at home. Will Qingqing sleep by herself or with you?"

Before Zhong Siyuan responded, Fang Zhixing blushed first.He tightened his grip on the hem of his clothes, and lowered his shy voice: "Auntie..."

Ye Lijun patted him on the back comfortingly: "Auntie is joking with you."

She pushed open the door in front of her: "This is the room prepared for you. Auntie cleaned it up herself."

The room is facing the sun, and there is a terrace inside, where you can enjoy the roses in the garden, the furniture is pastoral, and a thin floral quilt is neatly stacked on the single bed made of white oak, and the pillow is pressed Two adorable beige bear dolls.

Ye Lijun pulled him to the bookshelf: "I heard that you are a professional dancer. I don't know if you are interested in musicals. I have prepared a lot of soundtracks."

Fang Zhixing took a closer look, and saw that the upper and lower floors of the bookshelves were lined up with well-known musical plays at home and abroad, many of which he had seen.He had heard that Zhong Siyuan's mother sang musicals for a long time. Fang Zhixing seemed to bump into his senior, and his eyes lit up immediately: "Auntie, I like watching musicals very much!"

"That's great, let's talk in our free time."

Ye Lijun took Fang Zhixing around for a tour, and they went back downstairs. Zhong Yunsheng prepared the snacks and drinks that young people like to eat, and when he saw someone coming down, he asked, "Do you still like the room prepared by Auntie?"

Fang Zhixing liked it very much, and brought up the gifts he brought: "Uncle and aunt, these are small gifts I brought from China, I hope you like them."

He spent a long time choosing carefully and spent a lot of thought, and with Zhong Siyuan sitting in the rear, the two elders of the Zhong family were very happy.

It was meal time, Ye Lijun brought the food to the table, Zhong Yunsheng opened the wine, Zhong Siyuan led Fang Zhixing to his seat.

There was a crispy turkey on the plate in front of him, Fang Zhixing's eyes were attracted, and he couldn't help but think of the past.

Zhong Siyuan whispered to him: "I asked my mother to bake it specially. I didn't eat it that year. Today I will satisfy you."

Fang Zhixing scratched Zhong Siyuan's palm under the table.

When the food was ready, Zhong Siyuan poured red wine for the other three, and made himself a cup of lemon tea.

Ye Lijun took the lead in raising the goblet: "Welcome the new member of our family again."

The clear and crisp sound of the collision of glassware swept away all the difficulties in the past like a silver bell.

Fang Zhixing took a sip of the slightly bitter wine, the liquid flowed down the throat and filled the lungs, but sweetness surged under the base of his tongue one after another.

Zhong Yunsheng said that Fang Zhixing was too thin, and Ye Lijun blamed Zhong Siyuan for not taking good care of him, while serving him food.

Both legs of the turkey were delivered to Fang Zhixing's bowl, the fattest piece of fish belly was given to him, the shelled lobster was given to him, and the steamed and soft crab roe buns were also given to him first.

Fang Zhixing's parents passed away when he was a teenager. The feeling of being taken care of when he was young has gradually been forgotten in the years of living under the fence.But now, looking at the food piled up like a hill in the bowl, his chest was warm, and the warmth made him almost want to cry.

Ye Lijun took out her mobile phone to take pictures. The dishes on the dinner table were all over the place. She happily took pictures and sent them to the family: "Show my brother that we eat together, maybe I'm so angry."

The mobile phones of Zhong Siyuan and Zhong Yunsheng rang one after another, and Ye Lijun asked Fang Zhixing for WeChat: "Qingqing, come, I will add you as a friend and bring you into the group."

It was late at night on the other side of the ocean. After watching the night news, Zhong Lufan washed up and went to bed. Before going to bed, he was poked on his nerves by a photo sent by his mother.

In order not to let him be a light bulb, that boy Zhong Siyuan stopped him from going home together, causing him to stay in the company for a day without having to find something to do. Apart from him, there was only a cleaning lady left in the whole building, not to mention how depressing it was.

Zhong Lufan poked hard on the screen a few times, turned off the phone and fell asleep.

The family on the other end of the phone laughed mercilessly, and Ye Lijun pointed to the message from Zhong Lufan: "What did I say, I'm so angry."

At the bottom of the screen, Zhong Lufan sent four words angrily: "Send again and leave the group!"

Fang Zhixing laughed together. He drank a lot of red wine, his fair cheeks were pink, and the frequency of blinking slowed down.

After eating and drinking enough, he rolled up his sleeves and said that he would help wash the dishes. He probably checked online how to behave when visiting his mother-in-law’s home for the first time before coming. The first reply on the search engine was to wash the dishes. He picked up the dishes by himself.

Zhong Yunsheng quickly held him down: "You don't need to do anything, just sit down."

Baidu said, no matter what the other party says, you must insist on washing the dishes.

Fang Zhixing didn't listen to the persuasion: "It's okay, I'm full, let's do some work."

Ye Lijun also came to stop him: "Silly boy, there is a servant at home, let Xiaoyuan take you to watch TV."

Fang Zhixing's brain was slightly dulled by the alcohol, and he stood there blankly holding the plate.

Ye Lijun saw something wrong: "Oh, did you drink too much?"

Zhong Siyuan grabbed the empty bowl from the side, grabbed Fang Zhixing's wrist and led him away from the dinner table.

Fang Zhixing listened to Zhong Siyuan instead of listening to anyone, obediently followed his footsteps, his eyes fixed on the half-protruded tattoo on the back of his neck.

Zhong Siyuan said, "I'll take him upstairs to sleep."

Ye Lijun quickly waved his hands: "Go, go, I'll make some hangover soup."

Fang Zhixing was brought back to the room, the door closed behind him with a "click", and he immediately raised his arms to wrap around Zhong Siyuan's neck.

His whole body was warm, smelling of wine and sticky, entangled Zhong Siyuan as if he couldn't do without someone, eagerly called his name, and moved his feet to bite his ear.

In broad daylight, parents were walking back and forth downstairs, Zhong Siyuan was still rational, put Fang Zhixing on the bed with his arms around his waist, and comforted him: "Be good, be obedient."

Fang Zhixing lay on his back, the back of his head sank into the soft pillow, and he laughed "giggle".

Zhong Siyuan took off his shoes and socks for him, leaned over to untie his belt, Fang Zhixing raised his waist cooperatively, and let Zhong Siyuan take off his pants and peel off his crumpled shirt.

"Brother Yuan..."

Zhong Siyuan leaned on the side of the pillow: "Huh?"

Tears welled up in Fang Zhixing's smiling eyes. He scratched Zhong Siyuan's tall nose with his fingertips, and his lips were stained red with alcohol: "I like your family."

He touched the corner of Zhong Siyuan's lips: "They are as kind as you."

As if being scratched on the face by Mozart's hairy pad, Zhong Siyuan bit Fang Zhixing's finger.

A drop of water silently melted into the pillow, Fang Zhixing sighed: "I am so happy."

Zhong Siyuan was infected, he clearly saw the dripping tears, but felt pink bubbles rising in front of his eyes.

He put Fang Zhixing's eyes in his mouth, sucked away his tears, his breath became hot inevitably, he palmed Fang Zhixing's neck and kissed him.

That section of the neck is slender and graceful, as if it was born to fit Zhong Siyuan's tiger's mouth, making people reluctant to let go.

Gradually, Fang Zhixing's response slowed down, Zhong Siyuan stopped to look at him, and found that he was too sleepy to open his eyes.

He kissed Fang Zhixing's forehead, stroked his browbones and sideburns, and let Fang Zhixing fall asleep with his love: "Sleep, I love you."

Fang Zhixing was not the only one who needed jet lag. Zhong Siyuan didn't sleep much during the long-distance flight, and his throat was uncomfortable, so he covered Fang Zhixing with the quilt and went back to his room.

He simply took a shower, and there was a knock on the door as soon as he got out of the bathroom.

Ye Lijun brought him a cup of hot water and a box of pills in his hand: "How is mom doing?"

Zhong Siyuan took a pill and took it, giving his mother a thumbs up.

Ye Lijun pushed his long hair behind his ears happily, and said to his son, "Qingqing is really nice, I like this kid."

Zhong Siyuan snorted coldly, meaning "that goes without saying".

Ye Lijun glanced at him, feeling that the youngest son's lifelong matter had been resolved, so he began to worry about the other: "Is your brother still single?"

Zhong Siyuan rubbed his hair carelessly, not very clear about his brother's private life: "Really."

Ye Lijun pinched his waist speechlessly: "Thirty people are not reliable at all. Boys and girls are not taken home. They plan to be single for the rest of their lives!"

"You tell my brother about this." Zhong Siyuan yawned, "Mom, have you settled my affairs for me?"

Ye Lijun boasted: "Is there anything wrong with my mother?"

Zhong Siyuan nodded in satisfaction, and immediately after crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, he issued an order to evict the guests: "Don't call us for dinner, it's jet lag."

"Brat, I haven't finished yet!" Ye Lijun said to the closed door, "I put the food in the kitchen, you can eat it when it's hot, don't just care about yourself, take care of Qingqing!"

A lazy voice came from behind the door: "Understood."

Zhong Siyuan lay on the bed, his body and spirit were relaxed, and he was also very sleepy. He should have fallen asleep next to the pillow, but he was still very conscious after closing his eyes and waiting for a long time.

He turned over and drew the curtains, the room was just dark, the temperature and the weather were very suitable for taking a nap.

But he just couldn't sleep.

There seemed to be something missing in my arms.

Zhong Siyuan tossed and turned upside down on the bed rarely, after tossing for a while, he gave up.

Putting on his shoes and getting out of bed, he was acting as a thief in his own house, and his parents whispered occasionally from downstairs, and he tiptoed into Fang Zhixing's room.

If it's unnecessary, how can his mother be so smart in her life that she can't understand that her son is not willing to stay alone?

Fang Zhixing's bed is not very big, it is more than enough for one person to sleep, but it is a bit crowded for two big men.

It was rare for Zhong Siyuan to feel aggrieved, he squeezed himself onto the bed, and then pressed Fang Zhixing's ear to coax him: "Qingqing, come over a little bit, I'll sleep with you in my arms."

Fang Zhixing was listening to instructions in his dreams, and he really moved to the side, then he turned over, like a tired bird returning to its nest, and snuggled into Zhong Siyuan's chest nostalgic.

Zhong Siyuan hugged him, and Fang Zhixing could be trapped in his arms with just one arm.As soon as he hugged someone, he started to feel drowsy. Like a reward, he rubbed Fang Zhixing's face with his chin: "So good."

The daylight in Los Angeles is slanting to the west, and the orange light band soaked by the dusk gathers the white villa in a piece of eagerness, and then the moonlight rises, and the lingling blue light makes it look holy and innocent again.

Zhong Siyuan woke up at 02:30 in the morning, the body in his arms was warm and soft, like freshly rolled colorful cotton candy, one bite was sweet, and the second bite was even sweeter.

He obviously doesn't like sweets, but he can't help but want to taste Fang Zhixing's taste.

Fang Zhixing was still in a deep sleep, with his legs and feet curled up, his eyelashes were long and thick, sweeping lightly, like a child who doesn't know much about the world.

Zhong Siyuan's throat was dry, and he reached out to pick up the water glass beside the bed, took a few sips, took another sip, and pointed it into Fang Zhixing's mouth.

Fang Zhixing swallowed subconsciously in his sleep, as if feeling disturbed, his eyebrows frowned slightly.After Zhong Siyuan fed the water, he found a string of drops of water dripping down the corner of Fang Zhixing's lips. The water stains in the night were crystal clear, like crystals stuck to the skin.

He bowed his head and licked it off bit by bit, then turned back and called people to get up: "Qingqing, wake up."

Fang Zhixing's brows furrowed even tighter, and he turned his back irritably, with his little butt arched, and was pressing against Zhong Siyuan.

With the temperature slowly rising from below, Zhong Siyuan touched Fang Zhixing's bare/naked legs, and turned him back: "Get up, baby."

Fang Zhixing was fiddled with back and forth, and was called "baby". He couldn't get up angry. He rubbed his eyes and found that the room was very dark, so he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "What time is it?"

"02:30."

Fang Zhixing almost hit someone: "Why did you call me so early!"

Zhong Siyuan said: "Get up, eat something, and sleep for more than ten hours."

Only then did Fang Zhixing wake up slowly. He looked at Zhong Siyuan, then looked around at the surrounding decorations, and remembered that he was in the United States now.

"You..." He clearly remembered that he was sleeping alone during the day, why did Zhong Siyuan lie with him?

"Why are you in my bed?"

There was a kind of ruthless indifference between the words, Zhong Siyuan was not very straightforward, he pinched Fang Zhixing's chin, and approached his eyes: "My home, my bed."

Domineering like a bandit leader.

Fang Zhixing exposed him: "You can't sleep alone."

Zhong Siyuan sat up with a stinky expression: "It's true that the quality of sleep is not as good as yours."

He can sleep anywhere, doesn't recognize the bed, sleeps for more than ten hours at a time, and doesn't tell him that he can sleep until tomorrow morning.

Zhong Siyuan deeply felt that Fang Zhixing's sleep quality was too good, he didn't talk nonsense to others, and got out of bed first: "Go take a bath, I'll go downstairs to warm up the meal, and I'll come down to eat in a while."

Before leaving, flick Fang Zhixing's forehead: "The pajamas are in the closet, my mother bought them for you."

Fang Zhixing stayed on the bed for 5 minutes, hugged the quilt and rolled, feeling that the room smelled so good.In a happy mood, he jumped out of the bed with bare feet and ran to take a bath. The warm water rolled over his body and wet the black flower on his leg.

After washing for a long time, Fang Zhixing came out of the bathroom naked. He stood in an empty room wearing underwear, opened the closet and took out the pajamas that Ye Lijun had prepared for him.

Sheer white silk pajamas, with large lapels and lace sleeves, looked like they were worn by medieval English nobles.

Fang Zhixing changed his clothes and went downstairs to find Zhong Siyuan. There was a small light on the top of the stairs, and he didn't wear shoes. The soles of his feet fell on the ground in patches of warm mist.

Zhong Siyuan put the hot food on the table, leaned back and saw Fang Zhixing on the stairs.

The person wrapped in white clothes is beautiful without knowing it, showing off his innocence by the moonlight, the exposed collarbone is fascinating, the fingers resting on the white oak are inviting to be entangled, and the ankles under the trouser legs only make people feel entangled. People want to hold it tightly in the palm of their hand and watch it turn red quietly under brute force.

Zhong Siyuan's eyes darkened, he walked over and hugged Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing glanced upstairs subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Zhong Siyuan carried him to the dining table: "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Fang Zhi moved his toes: "Forgot."

Zhong Siyuan went to the shoe cabinet to get a pair, squatted down in front of Fang Zhixing, and fulfilled his wish by holding the ankle that made him Xiao Xiang.

He stuffed Fang Zhixing's feet into the slippers, and he couldn't put it down because of the slippery touch of his fingertips.

Fang Zhixing lay on the table, habitually raised his legs, the slippers hooked on his toes, shaking lightly, as if they were about to fall off with a slight touch, and snow-white hibiscus bloomed out of them.

"There's mashed potatoes!" Fang Zhixing took a spoon to dig and eat, oblivious to Zhong Siyuan's ups and downs, "It's delicious, auntie's cooking skills are really good!"

Zhong Siyuan coughed as if covering his ears, and sat down beside Fang Zhixing.

Fang Zhixing looked at him sensitively: "Is your throat still uncomfortable?"

"No." Zhong Siyuan's voice was hoarse, completely out of passion, and he served Fang Zhixing mushroom soup, "Don't eat too much, or you won't be able to sleep later."

Fang Zhixing felt that he couldn't sleep anymore.

While eating, he rubbed Zhong Siyuan's leg under the table: "Brother Yuan, stop talking."

Zhong Siyuan cleared his throat: "It's okay."

The fork bumped against the edge of the plate, rolled up the pasta, and he fed it to Fang Zhixing first: "Open your mouth."

Fang Zhixing swallowed it in one gulp, his cheeks puffed up, and he chewed slowly, like a nimble little squirrel.

Zhong Siyuan explained to him the schedule for the next two days: "Tomorrow my mother's friends will come to our house to have a lawn party, barbecue or something, if you don't like it, I will take you out."

"It's okay." After the day, Fang Zhixing felt that Zhong Siyuan's family was easy to get along with, and they really cared about him, "but would it be bad for me to be there?"

Zhong Siyuan shook his head: "Americans are open-minded, do you want to stay and play together?"

"A little bit." Fang Zhixing rubbed his stomach, "I want to eat barbecue."

Zhong Siyuan laughed: "Okay, my brother will be back the day after tomorrow. We used to go shopping for the New Year. This year you will accompany me."

Fang Zhixing is naturally willing.

"But there is no New Year's atmosphere here, and there are very few Chinese people nearby, so it won't be very lively." Zhong Siyuan said, "If you want the atmosphere of the New Year, I will take you to Chinatown after dinner."

It doesn't matter whether you have a taste of the year, what matters is who you are with.Fang Zhixing said: "For me, reunion is the Chinese New Year, and it's the same everywhere."

He had no home many years ago, and the most impressive year was five years ago in Korea.

That year he was a dead leaf that was discarded, drifting with the wind, without roots or traces, thought it would fall and turn into ashes, but was picked up by Zhong Siyuan unintentionally, and after that he cared for him, watered him, nourished him, and made him glow again vitality.

Zhong Siyuan said softly: "I'm afraid you will be homesick."

Fang Zhixing looked into his eyes and told him: "My home is where you are."

After eating something simple, the two went upstairs again.Zhong Siyuan thought the bed was too small, so he tricked Fang Zhixing to sleep in his room, but he was cruelly rejected: "Your mother saw me as someone, and besides, you want to sleep with me, okay?"

The glass door of the terrace was not closed tightly, and the early morning wind blew the screen, Fang Zhixing opened it a little, and stepped out.

There are no tall buildings nearby, and the view from the second floor is wide enough.Fang Zhixing supported the railing, and saw the rippling blue sea shrouded in moonlight.

Zhong Siyuan looked at him from behind. The silk-like pajamas were ironed on Fang Zhixing's body like a waterfall. The curve of his waist and hips was perfect, and his legs were straight and slender. He looked like a white jade statue carved by God with a crescent knife. The leaked moonlight polished him smooth and delicate, still very pure, glowing with innocent fluorescence.

"Can you take me to see the sea?" Fang Zhixing asked.

Zhong Siyuan was easily seduced by him, put his palm on his curved side, and rubbed it like tasting: "I will take you there after the thirty-year-old."

"The weather in Los Angeles is so nice," Fang Zhixing was very happy, closing his eyes to feel the warm wind, "I want to dance on the beach, can you help me take pictures?"

"Okay." Zhong Siyuan rubbed Fang Zhixing's ear with the tip of his nose, and it was as soft as sand falling on his body.

"There are a lot of people on the beach in Haicheng. They serve dumplings in summer and pose for pictures in winter. It's annoying to find a place to stay when you go back."

Zhong Siyuan smiled in his ear: "Not here, there is no one."

That voice sounded extremely sexy, Fang Zhixing was full of liking, turned his face slightly and said, "Brother Yuan, you always laugh recently."

There was a ray of light in Zhong Siyuan's eyes: "Do you like it?"

"I like it very much." Fang Zhixing said, "I like Bingshan face too, I like everything about you."

Although he has an iceberg face, but he is gentle in his heart, and Fang Zhixing, who is favored all by himself, likes it very much.

Zhong Siyuan grabbed Fang Zhixing's waist and turned him around. This man always showed his love so straightforwardly. Sometimes Zhong Siyuan felt that he was shining like a star, and sometimes he felt that he was like the sun, so blazing and dazzling.

Fang Zhixing leaned on the railing, behind him was a large expanse of luxuriant green grass and flowers of various colors, he looked at Zhong Siyuan with obsessive love in a cluster of brocade, and his strong eyes compared all the roses in the garden.

Zhong Siyuan was teased all night, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

He tore off Zhixing's neckline, exposing his straight shoulders, and a handful of clear light filled his collarbone, as if raising a pool of cold water.

Zhong Siyuan kissed him, his lips and tongue lingered on the warming jade, the rose in the corner of his eye was dimmed, he held Fang Zhixing's earlobe, let the jade tremble in his palm, let him make a pleasant sound when it collided, Ashamed of him.

Zhong Siyuan covered Fang Zhixing's mouth with his palm, and in the wet touch, he pointed out: "Qingqing, you are more delicate than flowers."

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