not a decent stand-in

After coming out of the hospital, Xiang Yindong sent Zuo Tong back to the company.

The matter of Ying Zhen's injury undoubtedly dominated the entertainment headlines of the day, and various comments on the Internet gradually began to ferment.

Some doubted the organizer's stage safety design, some accused fans of besieging the hospital and affecting others, and some angrily criticized the company's exploitation, which caused the artists to work tired.

Anyway, it was just a mess, waiting for Zuo Tong to clean it up.

Xiang Yindong couldn't help feeling distressed, and said: "Don't be so busy that you forget to eat!"

Zuo Tong nodded: "Understood, there is a dinner tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the hospital..."

"I'll go over and see if there's anything I need to call you!"

"it is good!"

After Zuo Tong got off the car, Xiang Yindong kept staring at his back until he disappeared at the door of the office building before starting the car and leaving.

Aveo's ability to become a new benchmark in the entertainment industry is definitely not due to Zuo Tong's family background, as outsiders think.

Although the Zuo family still had some contacts in the capital, the old man Zuo was ill, and Zuo Tong's parents owed a large amount of foreign debt after the accident. The Zuo family was only supported by his uncle Zuo Zhiguo, and it was basically an empty shell.

Anyone who is familiar with Zuo Tong knows that it is not easy for Lecheng Entertainment step by step.

It can be said that the development to today's scale is entirely the result of Zuo Tong's outstanding vision and diligence.

Xiang Yindong couldn't help with the company's affairs, and felt a little guilty for no reason.

If I figured it out earlier, maybe in these years, that person wouldn't have to support it alone.

In the afternoon, after finishing his work in the company, he went to the hospital first.

Ying Zhen has woken up, but her condition is not very good.

Xiang Yindong didn't dare to ask about Han Tingqiao, so he went home after staying with him for a while.

The sultry weather can easily make people irritable.

He always felt as if he was holding his breath in his heart, and he was really bored, so he ran downstairs to the gym to vent.

In the past few months, he has been insisting on exercising. Although he has not recovered to the good figure of the past, he has obviously bid farewell to Wei Tianhan's weak physique.

With more time, his body will be no different from the past, so even he himself almost forgot about the rebirth.

When I came out of the gym, it was raining heavily outside.

There were bursts of thunder, lightning flashed in the sky, and bean-sized raindrops hit the window glass with crackling noises.

Xiang Yindong ran back to the apartment in the rain, and immediately became a drowned rat.

He raised his hand to wipe the drops of water on his head, and happened to see the elevator coming up from the first floor, so he quickly pressed the button to go upstairs.

With a ding-dong sound, the elevator door opened, revealing a tall figure inside.

The man was making a call, but was startled by the sound of music coming from outside the door, and raised his head.

In such an instant, Xiang Yindong's heart thumped unexpectedly, being hit by something.

The person who had been thinking about him all day suddenly appeared in front of him, his heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't react.

At this moment, Zuo Tong was refreshed, but his face was a little tired.

The pale light in the elevator made his skin smoother and more delicate. Compared with Xiang Yindong who was in a mess outside the door, he looked a little unreal.

"Yo, where did you take a shower?"

Zuo Tong put away the phone, raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a teasing smile on his lips.

"Why are you here?" Xiang Yindong collected his mind, walked into the elevator pretending to be calm, saw Zuo Tong was carrying a bag in his hand, and leaned over to take a look, "Why, bring me some food?"

"You are beautiful!"

The two chatted a few words, and the elevator had reached the 21st floor.

As soon as Xiang Yindong opened the door, Zuo Tong asked, "Is there anything to eat? I'm still hungry."

Xiang Yindong poured him a glass of water: "Isn't there a dinner?"

Zuo Tong leaned on the sofa and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "In this kind of dinner, every time I can eat something good, I will be dragged by those old foxes to talk!"

Xiang Yindong expressed his deep understanding, went to the kitchen and walked around, and said a little embarrassedly: "There is no food in stock, why don't I order a takeaway for you?"

The person paralyzed on the sofa directly expressed his refusal: "I don't want to eat takeaway, besides, it's raining so hard outside, so you have the heart to abuse the delivery man?"

"Do it, you just..." Xiang Yindong went back to the kitchen and rummaged around, and finally took out two eggs and a handful of noodles from the refrigerator, "There are only eggs and noodles, let's eat!"

"Okay, just hurry up and become..."

Zuo Tong was not picky, he stood at the door of the kitchen with his hands clasped, and seeing that he had already started to work, he shouted, "Go and change your wet clothes first, I don't want to take care of another patient!"

Xiang Yindong winked at him: "Why, do you want to see me take off my clothes?"

Zuo Tong pursed his mouth: "Who cares!"

He turned and walked back to the living room, took out a wooden box from the bag he brought, and put it on the dining table, "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha!"

Xiang Yindong walked over and glanced at it, seeing a bottle of red wine inside, his eyes lit up: "Hey, Petrus in 93, Boss Zuo is really generous!"

"It was given by someone else, I'm too lazy to take it home..."

"Who sent it?" Xiang Yindong's eyes were a little wary.

"Who gave it to you, didn't it all go into your stomach?" Zuo Tong looked at him with raised eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile, "I'm starving to death, when will I have food?"

"soon……"

Xiang Yindong snorted and turned back to the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, the hot egg noodles were served on the table. Seeing Zuo Tong start to feast, he took off his wet clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out of the bathroom, Zuo Tong had wiped out the big bowl full of egg noodles.

Xiang Yindong couldn't help but twitched his brows, this guy came here to eat.

With his upper body bare and a bath towel tied around his waist, he joked while wiping his hair, "Are you a starving ghost reincarnated?"

Zuo Tong pursed his lips, feeling a little unsatisfied, and praised without hesitation: "With your skill, it's a pity not to get married!"

Xiang Yindong looked disdainful: "Fuck, if you want to marry, you are the one to marry, right?"

Zuo Tong raised his eyebrows, looked at him from head to toe, and said disapprovingly, "...how is it possible?"

When this topic was mentioned, Xiang Yindong was very depressed. With his past physique, it was natural that Zuo Tong had "unreasonable thoughts".

But now, with my figure, I really don't have any advantages...

But even so, the "dignity" of being a man cannot help being challenged.

He squinted his eyes, and felt that Zuo Tong looked a little unworthy of a beating, so he went over and ruffled his hair.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "Looking for a smoke?"

Zuo Tong had already eaten and drank enough at this time, so he couldn't let him play wild, and the two of them started fighting like children.

Xiang Yindong pressed Zuo Tong on the sofa, hugged his head with a sullen face, and rubbed his hair into a chicken coop.

He was proud of himself, but Zuo Tong turned over and rode on him impressively.

Xiang Yindong was dumbfounded for a moment and forgot to resist.

Zuo Tong was probably playful, and he clicked his tongue twice: "Look at you looking like a skinny monkey, who doesn't know who is looking for it!"

As he said that, he used his trump card to scratch the most untouchable place, the chicken coop.

Xiang Yindong writhed back and forth on the sofa in pain, blocked his random attack with one hand, and held the towel around his waist with the other hand, shouted dumbfoundingly: "Fuck, I want to kill someone, get up!"

It was rare for Zuo Tong to relax, his face twitched from smiling, seeing that the other party had repeatedly begged for mercy, so he called back and planned to let him live.

Unexpectedly, when he stood up from the sofa, he accidentally stepped on Xiang Yindong's bath towel.

At this moment, Xiang Yindong was in a state of exhaustion and weak defense, and he accidentally disappeared.

For a moment, the two frolicking people froze, and the scene suddenly quieted down.

Zuo Tong bent over and propped himself up on the sofa cushion, staring blankly at the wheat-colored skin in front of him, his face turned dark instantly.

Xiang Yindong quickly pulled up the towel to cover the important parts.

Although he knew that according to the current plot, he and Zuo Tong would have to face this day sooner or later.

But now, isn't it too early?

Although he accepts Zuo Tong's feelings psychologically, in terms of physical reactions, he is still a straight man.

It stands to reason that when two men meet each other with sincerity, straight men will not feel embarrassed.

But he is now in the transitional stage of turning backwards and not bending. Although he does not reject the intimacy with Zuo Tong, he does not want to cross that red line so quickly.

At this time, Zuo Tong's eyes were a little empty, as if he didn't notice that they were confronting each other awkwardly.

After being dazed for a long time, he got up and walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down with his head raised.

This scene made Xiang Yindong feel a little nervous, so he quickly got up from the sofa.

He squinted at Zuo Tong's face, and said with a smile: "Oh, what's the matter, changing face faster than flipping a book?"

Zuo Tong turned his head to look at him, his eyes were unpredictable, and suddenly said without beginning and end: "I'm a little tired, I'll go back first!"

As soon as the words fell, the person had already walked to the door to put on his shoes.

Xiang Yindong looked puzzled, chased after him, and grabbed his arm.

"What's the matter? I just now... I don't have any other fucking intentions. What are you trying to do?"

He just thought that the defense on his face was too obvious just now, which hurt Zuo Tong.

"I'm fine, just a little tired, don't worry about me..." Zuo Tong raised his arm, shook off his hand, and hurried downstairs.

Xiang Yindong stood alone at the door of his house, and Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.

How on earth did he piss him off?

Fighting too hard?Denied too obviously?Or is the expression too embarrassing?

The conscience of heaven and earth, he really felt that he had already put all his money into it, and he obviously had the determination to die generously?

Is it easy for him to be ridden by a man without losing his face?

Xiang Yindong scratched his hair irritably, finished drinking the wine in his hand, went back to the room to find a pajamas to change into.

But when he changed his clothes, he suddenly lowered his head and realized a terrible thing.

I go!

She completely forgot that what she is using now is someone else's body!

The small birthmark next to the navel, the bath towel slipped down a little, just ran out so openly, saw the light.

In order to confuse the real with the fake, Xiang Huai'en asked him to wash off the tattoo on his arm.

But this small birthmark, because only the closest people can find it, didn't pay much attention to it.

Seeing Zuo Tong's frightened look just now, could it be that he's already worn out?

He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and kicked the corner of the bed...