Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

When the sudden ringtone of the mobile phone brought Lu Jiaxi back to his senses, he realized that he had been in a daze for a long time.

When she picked up the phone, she didn't even look at the notes, and Sister Lu's piercing voice resounded throughout the room: "Lu Jiaxi, have you forgotten what I ordered you again?"

Lu Jiaxi snapped back to his senses, and looked at the time on the computer screen, only to realize that it was already ten o'clock.

He lay down in front of the computer to log in to the social software, his body was still a little limp: "I didn't forget, the computer broke down just now, I will fix it right away."

During the two seconds of silence on the phone, Lu Manyi's voice instantly dropped an octave, and even became gentle: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick? Why does your voice sound so weak?"

Lu Jiaxi manipulated and clicked on the document Lu Manyi sent him: "I'm not sick."

After the words fell, he paused for a moment with the hand pressing the mouse: "It's just a little uncomfortable."

"Is it Cui Yudan?" Lu Manyi's voice rose to an octave again, "I heard about the program group, and I wanted to call you in the evening, but I'm so busy now. I said, you killed Cui Yu Just his whole family, what does it mean that he has been catching you like this?"

"It has nothing to do with him." Lu Jiaxi looked at the words on the document on the screen, but his eyes were a little distracted.

After being distracted for quite a while, he turned his gaze away from the computer screen, moved aside, rested his chin on his wrist, and said in a confused voice, "I feel uncomfortable."

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for at least half a minute.

"Lu Jiaxi, aren't you secretly dating behind my back?"

"No."

"Then why are you feeling uncomfortable, that guy Cui Yudan still has the ability to torment your heart?"

"Of course he didn't. It's something else."

"what's up?"

Lu Jiaxi didn't reply for a long while.

"Sister Lu, what kind of person will tell you that he has someone he has liked for seven years, and you will feel uncomfortable?"

"You are in love!"

"I do not have."

"That's unrequited love, didn't you catch up?"

"Unrequited love? Why unrequited love?" Lu Jiaxi buried half of his face in his arms.

Lu Manyi was quiet there for a long time, and she could faintly hear her taking a deep breath, as if she had been breathed out by Lu Jia.

"It's not someone my wife likes. Who does he like? It's none of my mother's business? Of course it's because I like it. Lu Jia said that you have been acting for so many years in vain? You don't understand this. No wonder you haven't fallen in love for so many years."

"Many directors say that my love scenes are not good enough." Lu Jiaxi is very self-aware.

His acting skills are good, and love is considered a shortcoming, but it is not a problem to deal with ordinary TV dramas.

Lu Manyi was silent for a long time, finally sighed and said resignedly, "Tell me, who do you like?"

"Like? I don't know what kind of feeling is like."

Lu Manyi was short of breath again: "Okay, then what do you think about her, you must have an idea."

idea.

Lu Jiaxi lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling, and the light on the computer screen was reflected in her eyes.

Following Lu Manyi's words, countless images related to Bian Xinghuo began to flash in my mind, and finally it was fixed on that thunderous night, Bian Xinghuo was holding the king of poker in his hand, Wen smiled and said to him: "Mr. Lu wants me to do it." What?"

Then there was the touch of the palm, the temperature on Bian Xinghuo's back, and then Bian Xinghuo sat beside him, with a look he had never seen before, and said softly: "I like it from the beginning."

It's so annoying.

It's not that I hate that look, nor that sentence itself, but that that look and that sentence don't belong to him.

Lu Jiaxi tightened his grip on the phone, rubbed his head buried in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Him? I want to monopolize him."

This time Lu Man recalled that there was a long silence.

After the calm, the storm that swept over almost pierced Lu Jiaxi's ears: "Lu Jiaxi! Hurry up and tell me who that person is!!"

Half an hour later, Lu Jiaxi finished processing the document and sent it to Lu Manyi.

As soon as the document was sent, Lu Manyi sent a series of messages.

"Who is it?"

"The female star in the play? The crew?"

"As your elder, I have no objection to your falling in love, but you have to be careful with me, you know? Recently, your career is on the rise."

"No, I'm still worried. You, a 25-year-old man, don't even know what you like. You won't be cheated by that high-end player, right?"

Lu Jiaxi knew that Lu Manyi was worried about him, so he replied "I'm not being cheated", and stopped looking at the phone.

It didn't know when it started to rain outside the window, it was not heavy, it was pattering, and there was a very light sound when it hit the window.

Lu Jiaxi turned off the light and climbed onto the bed, but her consciousness was clearer than ever.

The room was empty, and the brain was no longer occupied by other things, and that uncomfortable feeling surged up again.

Sour, rustling, spread from the heart.

Lu Jiaxi raised his hand to cover his heart.

like.

Is this the feeling of liking?

Over the years, Lu Jiaxi has no shortage of suitors, both men and women, but he has never been attracted to anyone, and there are only a few who can even approach him and become his friend.

He is a person, whether it is born or acquired, he has very high requirements for those who want to get close to him.

And Bian Xinghuo seemed to meet all his requirements.

Bian Xinghuo is great.

Lu Jiaxi lifted the quilt and sat on the edge of the bed for a while.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, Lu Jiaxi stared at the door for a long time, stepped on the ground with bare feet, opened the door and went out.

When the knock on the door sounded, Bian Xinghuo had just finished processing several documents sent to him by Ren Jiaying and was going to sleep.

He was stunned for two seconds when he heard the knock on the door, turned his head and saw some heavy rain outside the window, immediately went to the window and drew the curtains, and then opened the door.

Lu Jiaxi has already changed into pajamas, the light blue style is still loose, revealing a large part of her collarbone.

When he looked up at Bian Xinghuo, there was a rare deer-like confusion in his revealing eyes. Seeing that Bian Xinghuo's eyes were not sleepy at all, he said, "You haven't slept yet."

"Well, why isn't Mr. Lu still asleep?"

"Can't sleep." Lu Jiaxi looked in at the bed in Xinghuo's room, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Bian Xinghuo reacted for two seconds, then turned and entered the room: "I'll take the quilt and pillow."

However, Lu Jiaxi followed him into the door, and closed the door behind his back: "Don't take it, sleep in your room."

Bian Xinghuo's body stiffened for a moment: "There is still a quilt in the closet, I..."

"No need to take it, the quilt on your bed is big enough to cover two people, have you taken a shower yet?" Lu Jiaxi went to the bed and sat down.

Bian Xinghuo's ears were slightly red: "Washed."

"Then are you going to sleep?" Lu Jia looked at him.

Bian Xinghuo pushed his glasses: "Going to sleep."

Lu Jiaxi lay on the bed: "Can I sleep in it?"

Bian Xinghuo pursed his lips, his Adam's apple moved up and down: "Yes, Mr. Lu."

After finishing speaking, he walked to the bed and turned off the light before slowly climbing into bed.

The night at the end of summer was a bit chilly, the arms of the two young men were only a punch away, and they were also covered under the quilt, as if the heat could be transmitted to each other's body.

Lu Jiaxi suddenly felt amazing.

He was in the room just now obviously feeling so sick and powerless, but now lying next to Bian Xinghuo, those feelings dissipated without a trace.

He felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction welling up in his heart, and while that feeling of satisfaction warmed his whole body, it was clamoring for a kind of greed.

It would be nice if it could be a little closer.

It would be nice if it could stick to his skin.

If Bian Xinghuo could hug him...

Lu Jiaxi turned around and looked at Bian Xinghuo.

Bian Xinghuo is still in the standard posture of lying face up, his eyes are closed, and his breathing is steady, making it impossible to tell whether he is asleep or not.

The light rain outside the window turned into a torrential rain, and every time it hit the glass, it seemed like it was about to smash the glass.

Lu Jiaxi leaned towards Bian Xinghuo: "Bian Xinghuo, can you give me a hug?"

The figure was still lying there and did not respond.

In the dark, Lu Jiaxi couldn't see the changes in Bian Xinghuo's muscles, and couldn't feel that his body was gradually becoming stiff.

Lu Jiaxi didn't know how long it had passed, but when he was about to turn around in frustration, there was movement from the people beside him.

The person who had been sleeping in the most standard position turned sideways, stretched out his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and pulled him into his arms.

The nose is filled with Lu Jiaxi's familiar and often troubled him, the unique breath of Bian Xinghuo.

This breath made his heart beat faster this night.

He buried his head into Bian Xinghuo's neck, rubbed it, and closed his eyes contentedly.

It was raining non-stop outside the window.

Lu Jiaxi thought, if Bian Xinghuo is so kind to him, how good should he be when he treats the person he likes?

Lu Jiaxi thought again, Bian Xinghuo...why can't she like him?

He wants to monopolize Bian Xinghuo, very seriously.

He wants to let Bian Xinghuo belong to him completely before Bian Xinghuo returns to the side of the person he likes.

Bian Xinghuo belonged to him, and he did not allow anyone to rob him.

He is such a bad guy who is selfish and arrogant.

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Is there no one reading this book anymore? The little stand-alone author rubbed his bald head and asked in a low voice