Let's talk about love, shall we?

That morning, he had only been in love with a man once, and he was his senior in college.

Oh, yes, it is the Mr. Actor in front of you.

The ex-boyfriend met, uh, it's actually nothing.

That morning, he was 26 this year, and Mr. Yingdi was 28 this year. They broke up when Mr. Yingdi graduated from university. It has been four years now.

Oh no, a little over four years and a month.I thought that morning.

I remember it very clearly.

Na Chen raised his eyes, and Mr. Yingdi had already entered the room. Na Chen sighed and followed in.

It's already hot in May in the north, but the house is extremely cold, as if isolated from the outside world, without even a breath of life.

"Sit whatever you want." Mr. Film Emperor brought Na Chen into the living room.

No wonder it's cold, there are only two stools in this house.

Still sitting casually, just two stools, nothing left, where can I sit?I thought that morning.

Nachen sat on the stool: "Mr. Lin Yi, I am the designer responsible for your interior design this time. Nachen, come today to understand your requirements."

"En~" Mr. Film King smiled.

That morning's body froze again, this, what's with this vibrato!What is this smile!Breaking the actor's aloof personality!

"Then, do you have any special request?" Na Chen's heart was pounding, but she was still sitting on the chair.

"Special request~ nothing special, but I hope Mr. Na Chen will take full responsibility."

"Of course. Then, may I go and see the other rooms?"

"Anything you want." Mr. Film King stood up; "Little fool."

"What?" Na Chen pretended not to hear, what's with this doting tone!

Mr. Yingdi didn't say any more, and went up the stairs.

That morning I was puzzled, but I didn't have doubts for a long time, and my mind was transferred to the house. The community is located in the downtown area of ​​City A. For more comfort, there is a small park next to it. The price is also expensive enough, Mr. Actor The house is the only garden villa in the community. Needless to say, the layout is better than all the types designed before that morning.

I looked around the first floor that morning. Except for the two chairs, there was really nothing in the house. It was a newly purchased rough house, and the stairs leading to the second floor were the simplest.

When Mr. Yingdi and his friend Nachen studied a major in college, they learned the professional courses very well. Mr. Yingdi can design this house by himself. Although Mr. Yingdi dropped out of school and entered the entertainment industry, he simply designed his own house. Nothing is impossible.

Nachen didn't understand what Mr. Yingdi was thinking, just like he didn't understand why they broke up.

Walking up the stairs that morning, at the corner, I saw Mr. Actor above the building, leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette, surrounded by a decadent atmosphere.

"That morning." That morning heard Mr. Yingdi call his name.

Na Chen walked up and stood in front of Mr. Film King.

Speechless for a while.

Mr. Actor looked at Na Chen, and Na Chen also looked at Mr. Actor.

"Yi Lam, I'll fuck you, uncle." Na Chen had no expression on her face.

"Oh." Mr. Actor replied, "I don't have a grandpa."

That morning, when he was about to reply, Mr. Yingdi turned around and pressed him against the wall.

"That morning, I miss you so much." Mr. Yingdi buried his head in Nachen's neck, and the muffled voice came out.

"Fuck you, when you left, why didn't you think that you would think now..." That morning didn't finish, because Mr. Yingdi blocked his mouth, oh, he used Mr. Yingdi's mouth.

These are the lips that many little girls dream of, and now they are attached to his own lips.

That morning, I suddenly remembered that when I visited the forum before, someone said that bending your arms and sticking your lips to the flesh of the bent part is the feeling of kissing someone.

It's not the same at all.

That morning, he felt that he couldn't move anymore, and the lips of Mr. Yingdi were still stuck to his lips.

That morning I suddenly wanted to cry.

And so he did.

"Don't cry." Mr. Yingdi let go of Na Chen, and wiped the tears on Na Chen's face with his hands.

"I didn't cry."

"Well, you didn't cry."

"I'm very hungry."

"Then let's go eat."

"I have no money."

"I have."

Mr. Yingdi sighed in his heart, he really is a little fool.

"What do you want to eat?" Mr. Film King took Na Chen out and opened the garage.

"Anything is fine." Na Chen looked at the familiar Sagitar in front of her, speechless.

Mr. Film King smiled: "Try?"

Mr. Yingdi got into the co-pilot and gave the car keys to Na Chen.

Started the car that morning.

"I'm driving very well now." There was a little excitement in Na Chen's voice.

Then, uh, the car got a long scratch on the garage door frame.

That morning clearly heard the sound of '呲'.

Quiet.

"Shall I drive?" Mr. Yingdi said softly.

"it is good"

That morning, I felt like dying now.

"I'm sorry." Na Chen apologized.

"Little fool." Mr. Yingdi was in a particularly good mood when he drove that scratched car with him.

"You are stupid." Na Chen didn't know what to say, so she could only reply dryly.

It was awkward that morning.

A mobile phone is a good choice when you are embarrassed, and the message from your boss happened to be sent over.

'The drawings of the house have been sent to your computer. '

That morning, he secretly glanced at Mr. Actor who was driving.

'Since there are drawings and no special requirements, why should I go to the owner's house? ' That morning felt that the answer was on the horizon, but he still wanted to ask.

"That morning."

"Huh?" Na Chen almost threw the phone out.

"arrive."

"So fast?" Nachen didn't even know when the actor had stopped the car.

Mr. Yingdi got out of the car first, and Nachen glanced at the small restaurant in front of him, and got out of the car too.

"I don't think you look like an actor at all."

Mr. Film King glanced at Na Chen: "That's because I'm with you."