Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Lu Jiaxi didn't pay much attention.

He looked at Xinghuo while taking a bath, but it was nothing to just lift up his clothes, let alone men.

So he lifted up his clothes without saying a word, exposing his fair skin to the light, and the beautiful mermaid line can be seen at a glance.

He looked down and found a large bruise on the left rib. It was obvious that Cui Yudan had hit him hard, but Cui Yudan was definitely injured more severely than him. At least that face hadn't been shot for half a month.

Unavoidably thinking of what Cui Yudan said softly just now, Lu Jiaxi's eyes turned cold again.

Bian Xinghuo stood by the bed, looking down at Lu Jiaxi who casually lifted his clothes up, his eyes darkened and darkened.

The dim yellow table lamp is mixed in the night, brewing an ambiguous color, and the young man who is covered by the light is more attractive than the naked body in the bathroom.

The clothes were pulled to two-thirds of the way, barely covering the chest, the blue skin and the beautiful injured face not only did not look embarrassed, but added two points of wild coquettishness.

Lu Jiaxi always has a way to get Bian Xinghuo's eyes fixed on him, and he can't move away.

The person standing by the bed pursed his lips invisibly, forced himself to look away, and took out the medicine box he had just packed up.

He took out the medicinal wine from it, and said softly to Lu Jiaxi, "I'll rub the blood away for Mr. Lu."

Lu Jiaxi frowned, but did not refuse.

If "The Guest in the Cloud" passes the audition, there will be a lot of fighting scenes. Such a large bruise will definitely have an impact if it is not dealt with properly.

Seeing that Lu Jiaxi didn't refuse, Bian Xinghuo poured medicinal wine into his hand, stuck it on Lu Jiaxi's large bruise, and gently rubbed it away.

His strength was moderate, Lu Jiaxi only let out a muffled grunt at first, and then tensed his body and endured it all the time.

The tense body feels a little different from the relaxed state.

The skin under his hands is delicate but not soft.

Bian Xinghuo felt that Lu Jiaxi was a little too thin, there wasn't any excess meat on the ribs, as if there were bones directly under the skin.

He stared down at that spot of skin, and the young man's body under his eyes trembled slightly because he endured the pain.

Bian Xinghuo suddenly felt thirsty.

He has tried his best to restrain his thoughts from developing where they shouldn't, but it seems to be in vain.

Those images were interspersed in his countless dreams, and burned him to the bone in countless dark nights.

A displeased voice pulled him out of his endless fantasies: "Bian Xinghuo, are you listening to me?"

Bian Xinghuo raised his eyes, his thick eyes properly covered the flash of desire in his eyes, he bent his lips, and replied softly: "Mr. Lu, tell me."

Lu Jiaxi frowned and looked at him, with the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, the words that Bian Xinghuo hadn't heard just lingered in his mouth before finally saying, "What kind of person do you think the lost director is?"

The movement of Bian Xinghuo's hands paused, and soon resumed kneading.

He lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking seriously. After a while, he finally answered: "Serious, responsible, very talented director, and humorous."

Lu Jiaxi laughed: "It's as if you have really come into contact with him."

Bian Xinghuo looked at him, Wen smiled and said: "I have been in contact with it, my mother once... starred in a movie directed by Lost."

A look of surprise flashed across Lu Jiaxi's eyes. He seemed to want to say something, but he swallowed it in the end, and asked, "Since you know this well, you should also know what happened 15 years ago, right?"

Bian Xinghuo nodded.

Lu Jiaxi's Adam's apple slid up and down, a rare embarrassment appeared on his face, his beautiful eyes were drooping, and he seemed to hesitate before he said, "Do you think he would do that kind of thing? "

The question was unclear, but Bian Xinghuo knew what he wanted to ask.

He stopped the movements of his hands, looked at Lu Jiaxi calmly and seriously, and said softly, "I don't think so."

Lu Jiaxi was taken aback for a moment, and the surprise appeared in his eyes almost instantly: "Why?"

No, these two words, in the past 15 years, he has almost never heard anyone say them.

When the accident happened that year, there was a flood of curses on that person on the Internet, even the closest relatives were slandering and slandering him. Everyone denied what he had during his lifetime, and then put a bad reputation that could never be taken off on a dead person.

The hand that Bian Xinghuo withdrew still had the scalding heat from Lu Jiaxi's body, he reluctantly placed it by his side and lightly clenched his fist, his voice was still calm: "The lost director I see is a responsible person, touch I believe he will not do things that are morally bottom line."

Lu Jiaxi looked at Bian Xinghuo.

The young man under the dim light was indifferent and calm, and his peaceful tone seemed to be stating a fact.

Lu Jiaxi suddenly closed his eyes and laughed mockingly.

He didn't speak again, but his body was covered with a layer of dead air, with the wounds on his face and ribs, he looked lifeless.

Bian Xinghuo doesn't like this kind of Lu Jiaxi at all.

He took a step forward and gently pulled off Lu Jiaxi's clothes, which were still lifted, covering them until no trace was left.

Then his eyes flicked over Lu Jiaxi's waist, and he said in a vague way: "Mr. Lu has hired many assistants during this time?"

Lu Jiaxi closed his eyes for a while, then he opened his eyes to look at Bian Xinghuo as if he had received Bian Xinghuo's words: "A dozen or so."

"How long have they been with Mr. Lu?" His voice was warm, like an ordinary chat.

Lu Jiaxi didn't want to think about the messy things in his head, so his thoughts quickly followed.

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly chuckled: "How long? Basically, I drove him away before leaving the company. Two of them made it to the cooking stage. The dishes they cooked were so unpalatable that they asked Sister Lu to pick them up overnight." people who go."

As he said that, he rolled his eyelids and looked at Xinghuo: "You are the only one who managed to get into my bathroom and still die at my house."

Bian Xinghuo laughed when he heard the words, as if he didn't care about the words "death to death" in Lu Jiaxi's words.

Lu Jiaxi was just looking at him casually at first, but after two glances, he suddenly noticed something different.

When Bian Xinghuo talked to him, he was smiling most of the time, but most of those smiles floated on the surface, without involving any inner feelings, looking empty and polite, but now the smile in front of Lu Jiaxi's eyes made him laugh. He clearly saw the other party's mood.

Bian Xinghuo is happy, somewhat inexplicably and even childish.

Before Lu Jiaxi could think about it, a few words slipped out of his mouth: "Proud?"

Bian Xinghuo looked at him with a smile, but nodded seriously: "Well, I'm proud."

The author has something to say:

Xiao Bian, just admit it, you are just greedy for our Xibao body