The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo's face changed slightly, but it was too late, he was forcefully turned over, his bathrobe was lifted to the waist and abdomen, revealing two smooth and straight long legs.

"Ci Yan!" He stopped immediately, but he couldn't hide the slight panic in his tone, "Let go, I don't want to come anymore."

"invalid objection."

The boy's voice was low, he blew lightly in his ear, and whispered.

Then his fingers caressed the delicate and flexible side of the young man's waist.

Sure enough, he felt a faint trembling and struggle from the person below him.

Ci Yan was very interested, slightly curled the corners of his lower lips, lowered his eyes, and Jiang Zhuo whimpered a few times with just a little force.

"Bastard..." Jiang Zhuo had to lie down on the soft bed, buried his face in the pillow, and said in a low voice.

"Uncle, you should be blamed. I overestimated my resistance." Ci Yan smiled slightly, and kissed Jiang Zhuo's delicate ear with her soft lips.

Jiang Zhuo then flinched, enduring the young man's constant teasing, gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice: "If you want to commit a crime, there is nothing wrong with it."

"Really." Ci Yan bent his eyes, and a little bit more viciously, "Then why don't I help uncle remember, just now..."

Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth heavily: "Shut up...do it quickly."

The question is that the person concerned expresses that he is very remorseful now.

Accompanied by Ci Yan's melodious low laughter, Jiang Zhuo successfully tricked himself hard.

Finally, when he was so delirious that he fell asleep, he seemed to hear Ci Yan kiss him and said softly, "I like it too."

I just don't know what I like.

……

After the episode ended, the two returned to the crew to continue filming.

Mu Mu's operation was very successful, and there was no rejection reaction. Jiang Zhuo was a little relieved, and the shooting condition became better and better.

Occasionally when playing with Ci Yan, he was boldly molested by Ci Yan's eyes.

With such deep and focused eyes, indifference is the background color, sometimes smiling, being stared at for a second, almost drowning.

It seems to be ambiguous but also seems to be an illusion. This dreamlike CP feeling makes the inkstone fans on the Internet chase after it to death.

Once there are two Reuters in the same frame, everyone must have a share, word of mouth, crazy brain supplement.

The crew was also happy to see the success, and even "followed public opinion" and added a lot of "brotherhood" scenes between the two.

Finally, after filming the last scene, all the crew gathered together to celebrate with a wrap-up banquet.

On the way, everyone had relaxed and expectant smiles on their faces, except Mu Lianlian.

At the self-help party, Jiang Zhuo inadvertently saw her preoccupied.

Slightly puzzled, Jiang Zhuo thought for a while and suddenly realized that Mu Lianlian didn't seem to talk to him much at the later stage of filming.

"What's wrong?" He walked over and asked.

Mu Lianlian was caught off guard and was taken aback. Seeing that it was him, his expression instantly became complicated.

He forced a smile and said, "I, I'm fine."

"Really. Really all right?"

"Hmm..." Mu Lianlian's eyes wandered.

"That's good." Jiang Zhuo wouldn't ask others what he didn't want to say, so he smiled comfortingly and prepared to leave.

But Mu Lianlian's eyes hurt, and he stopped and said, "Senior Mu Di."

Jiang Zhuo looked at her again: "What's wrong?"

As if she was ashamed to speak, she popped out a sentence without beginning or end: "Senior, senior, you were forced, right?"

Jiang Zhuo was at a loss: "What?"

But Mu Lianlian couldn't ask any more questions, and lowered his head and fled.

Jiang Zhuo, who didn't know where he was, was left behind.

But he didn't stay in a daze for too long, the remuneration arrived as promised, and Jiang Zhuo happily sent half of it to Ci Yan immediately.

Transfer money face to face.

Ci Yan received the reminder to repay the money, took a sip of black tea, raised his eyes, with a half-smile, his eyes were slightly cold: "Hurry to draw a line with me? Uncle?"