predecessor evolution

The sentence "I miss you" is enough to say lovesickness.

Wen Huai pressed on Du Heqi, wanting to kiss his ear with pity, but he didn't dare to make too much movement, for fear that this intimacy and tranquility would only be temporary, he hugged Du Heqi tightly, thinking of nothing but feeling the person's temperature.

They are still sick, their body temperature is slightly higher, and when they hug each other, even their blood is about to boil.

Du Heqi stared at the ceiling with his eyes wide open, his hands resting on the bed, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He felt that he might have heard wrong, or that Wen Huai was fooling him.

How can there be such a good thing, when they get together after many years, the other party still loves him.

They didn't speak, each had their own worries and worries.

Du Heqi's lips parted slightly and moved, but he didn't make a sound.

He wants to say: I miss you too, I still love you.

But still could not speak out.

The two of them just stayed there in silence, and three minutes had already passed.

Wen Huai couldn't get up, and Du Heqi didn't push him away, they all secretly enjoyed the time.

However, there will always be some people who focus on breaking the dreams of the protagonists.

The door was knocked, and Chang Xing timidly asked outside: "Boss, are you there?"

His sound woke up two people who were pretending to be asleep.

Du Heqi raised his hand and patted Wen Huai's back lightly: "Hey, have you hugged me enough? You will be charged for hugging me again."

Wen Huai smiled lightly, and when he stood up, he took the opportunity to kiss Du Heqi's face.

Outside, Chang Xing asked Guo Zhanyi with a bitter face: "Is my boss already burned to death?"

"He's probably mad." Just as Guo Zhanyi raised his hand to knock on the door, the door opened from the inside.

"You must be the one who dies first, I dare not compete with you for the first place!" Wen Huai, who had been interrupted, asked sullenly, "Why?"

"Medicine." Chang Xing handed him the medicine, "Do you still have a fever?"

"I haven't taken my temperature before, so how do I know if I have a fever?" Wen Huai is now full of regrets, if Chang Xing didn't come to spoil the fun, he and Du Heqi might still be able to stay warm for a while.

"Boss, what are you doing?" Chang Xing stretched his neck and tried to look inside, but Wen Huai had only opened a small opening in the door, and now it was still tightly blocked, so he couldn't see at all.

The more this is the case, the more Chang Xing feels that the two big shots inside are doing indescribable things.

"Boss, what is Brother He Qi doing?" Chang Xing asked again.

"Chang Xing." Wen Huai said earnestly, "People who gossip generally don't end well. Look at those paparazzi outside, which one is not afraid of being stigmatized?"

"...None of them." Chang Xing looked at Wen Huai calmly, "I'm not the same as them, I care about you."

"You should take care of yourself." Wen Huai glanced at Guo Zhanyi who was standing behind, and said, "My manager, my assistant is too annoying. Now is my rest time. I hope you will shut his mouth."

Guo Zhanyi was already touching his cigarette and was about to smoke one. Hearing his words, he stuffed back half of the cigarette he had drawn out, put his arms around Chang Xing's neck, and said with a smile, "OK, let's See you tomorrow."

Everyone who was in the way left, and Wen Huai returned to the house.

Du Heqi had already started playing Super Mario by himself, and after Wen Huai came in, he didn't even look at that person.

"Is it fun?" Wen Huai asked intentionally.

"It's more fun than you." Du Heqi said.

Wen Huai smiled, took a glass of water, and was about to take some medicine. He was really uncomfortable now: "You know it's not fun after you've played with me?"

Du Heqi originally wanted to taunt him back, but when he saw that he was taking medicine, he decided to shut up.

How fragile the patient is, he cannot retaliate at this time.

"I'm going to sleep." Wen Huai threw off his slippers and climbed onto the bed.

Du Heqi was sitting by the bed playing games. Looking at the man's back, he felt itchy in his heart, so he lay down at first, then got up again, changed the direction of his head, and lay next to Du Heqi's buttocks.

Du Heqi looked down at him, and Mario on the TV died instantly.

Wen Huai closed his eyes, and was going to not get up even if the other party beat him.

As a result, Du Heqi didn't say anything and continued to play the game.

In this way, Wen Huai became even more presumptuous.

Pretending to be asleep, she leaned her head on Du Heqi's body, and then simply lay down on his lap and hugged his waist.

Du Heqi never beat this level.

When Wen Huai woke up at noon, he found that Du Heqi had fallen asleep on the side. The TV on the wall was playing a movie he made a few years ago, but it was muted.

At that time, he was in a very bad state, and he couldn't sleep all night. Thinking of Du Heqi, he wished he could quit the entertainment industry and become a shareholder of Du Heqi's company, so maybe the two of them could still have some contact.

He realized that he really had thought a lot about getting close to Du Heqi, but after several years passed, he didn't take a single step forward. If it wasn't for the filming of "The Edge of Virtue", he would have given him another ten years. , he may not be able to rely on others to sleep like he is now.

Everything is fine, just a stiff neck.

Wen Huai rubbed his neck, thinking that this is the retribution for taking advantage.

When he moved like this, Du Heqi also woke up.

The two looked at each other in a daze, and Du Heqi said, "My leg is numb."

Wen Huai used his legs as a pillow, so he was naturally responsible for giving him a massage right now.

Kneading and kneading again, Du He enjoyed it comfortably.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Huai asked.

Du Heqi glanced at the time, it was already past lunch time: "I'm fine."

I don't know what happened, since the two of them fell asleep after kissing, the smell of gunpowder disappeared when they talked, and they were naturally peaceful like two old friends who had been friends for many years.

In fact, they are, but they don't want to talk to each other properly.

"I'm a little hungry." Wen Huai patted Du Heqi's leg, "How is it? Is it still numb?"

"It's okay." Du Heqi sat up, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wen Huai immediately got up and took a bottle of water and put it in his hand.

"Good boy." Du Heqi was sleepy and staring, and he couldn't speak.

Wen Huai was amused by him, and rubbed his hair.

The two washed their faces, Wen Huai went back to his room and changed his clothes, and then they made an appointment to go downstairs for dinner together.

They suddenly became tacit understanding again. When facing each other, all the sharp edges were put into the scabbard, and they also put on a furry protective sheath.

This peaceful and quiet way of getting along with each other made them feel a little dazed, thinking about that kiss and the phrase "I miss you", Du Heqi didn't ask Wen Huai what he meant, and Wen Huai didn't say anything again Mention your intentions.

Just being diverted like this, although it is regrettable, it is still a step forward.

While eating, Du Heqi glanced at his phone. He placed an order for the key bag in the photo while Wen Huai was sleeping, and repeatedly urged the seller to deliver the goods as soon as possible, so that he might be able to receive it on Wen Huai's birthday.

He thought it over, and when he gave the gift, he should say something.

If you keep holding back like this, something will happen sooner or later.

"Tell me, what's the matter with my boss and Brother He Qi?" In the evening, Chang Xing flipped through tomorrow's notice, but his mind was not on it at all.

He found that he was too gossip, but after so many years, there was nothing he could do, and he couldn't change it.

"You don't care about others." Guo Zhanyi stood in front of the hotel's full-length mirror, looking left and right, and asked Chang Xing, "How do you feel?"

Chang Xing turned to look at him, heaved a sigh of relief.

Guo Zhanyi has fallen in love with the small dilapidated bar here these days, so he runs there every night.

Chang Xing had never been there, but thinking about it, he knew that there would be no high-end places near the film and television base. Except for the filming place and the hotel where they stayed, everything else was dilapidated.

However, Chang Xing had his own guesses about who went to that bar.

It's nothing more than those little famous actors who don't have many roles, and they hang out there when they have nothing to do. Everyone has a fluke mentality, and if there is some big person next to them, even just one drama is worth it.

Of course, this kind of speculative psychology is completely rubbish in Chang Xing's eyes, but he forgot that he himself was also raised at the beginning.

"Are you going to the bar again?" Chang Xing was not happy. Like Guo Zhanyi, he would be stalked by goblins as soon as he entered the bar.

It's been several days, but fortunately Guo Zhanyi comes back to sleep every night, otherwise Chang Xing thinks that he will probably cut the other party's pillow and quilt with scissors.

"Otherwise." Guo Zhanyi whistled at him, "Together?"

"I'm not going." Chang Xing didn't look at him anymore, and didn't think about his boss's affairs any more, he just stared at the notice with his head down and got angry.

When he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, he knew that Guo Zhanyi had left, and tears fell from his eyes at that moment.

The teardrops "clicked" on the A4 printing paper, soaking a small piece.

He wiped his tears with his hand and fell on the bed.

Guo Zhanyi leaned against the wall outside the door and smoked a cigarette, then heaved a long sigh and left.

He couldn't let himself be alone with Chang Xing for too long, the little guy's eyes made him unbearable.

I want to love him, I want to spoil him, but Guo Zhanyi knows what kind of guy he is. After playing for so many years, his heart has not settled down. When he let Chang Xing go, he felt that the child was moved, and he was afraid of hurting him. heart of.

It's good to be a little guy to take care of, but don't develop other relationships, he doesn't want to see Chang Xing sad.

Guo Zhanyi was walking towards the bar with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking: The only time in my life that I have no confidence is here.

He trusted Chang Xing, but he couldn't trust himself.

That's what makes it interesting.

Of course, it's also sad.

When he arrived at the bar, the little actor who was attached to him yesterday immediately greeted him, hooked his arm and smiled sweetly: "Brother, it's so early today!"

"Aren't you too!" Guo Zhanyi blew on him, "Are you fooling around here?"

"That's not it!" The boy with white eyes and eyeliner leaned into his arms, "I'm waiting for you!"