occupy boyfriend

The crew set off in a low-key manner that day, and no one in City B sent them off, but when they arrived at the airport in City X, everyone was taken aback.

The fans of each family were crowded, especially the group fans of TD and the Wei fans of Liao Yayan accounted for more than half. The colorful light boards were more dazzling than the kilowatt ceiling lights at the airport. The security guards formed a human wall to block the fans and prevent them from attacking the VIP. aisle.

Song Jin walked around and found Li Mingyu's fans in the corner. More than a dozen little girls hugged each other, some of them were still wearing school uniforms. They obviously came in a hurry after hearing the news. They were small and weak, so they were squeezed into the The worst position, stepping on the flower platform and looking this way, desperately shaking Li Mingyu's poster and screaming.

Li Mingyu waved at them, smiling gently through a layer of explosion-proof glass.

Liao Yayan bumped past him, tightly wrapped in a hooded windbreaker and big sunglasses, and didn't give fans a chance to take pictures at all. He especially disliked his new hairstyle. He didn't have any sense of design to play a grassroots role. It was so ugly. !

Song Jin said a few words to the little assistant behind him, who nodded and quietly walked away.

When they got into the car and arrived at the hotel, the little assistant rushed back after halfway through lunch, carrying two big bags panting.

Li Mingyu poured him a glass of water, "Slow down, why did you go?"

"Brother Song, Brother Song asked those fans to sign the original, my mother, those girls are so crazy! Look at the ones who pulled me by the collar..."

The little assistant put the pocket on the table, and there were a dozen autograph books scattered inside, with addresses written on them and a confession to Li Mingyu.

Li Mingyu looked at Song Jin suspiciously, even if it was for popularity, there was no need to do it for the sake of it, right?Although he is a second-tier player, he was promoted by a big company anyway, so it seems a bit cheap to try to please fans with such a low profile.

Liao Yayan was watching a joke at the table next to him, and stabbed him bitterly, "Signatures, the more you sign, the less valuable they are. When everyone in the bad street gets a copy, no one will want it if you throw it on the ground."

Song Jin smiled and said nothing, without even looking at him, just nodded slightly to Li Mingyu, Li Mingyu was silent for a few seconds, put away the autograph book, and smiled nonchalantly, "Anyway, I don't have anything to do in the afternoon, I'll take the time to sign. "

Song Jin stood up, "Eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

He walked ahead, and Liao Yayan caught up with him. The two raced in the luxurious carpeted corridor of the hotel, and the waiters were stunned. "That seems to be... Liao Yayan, right?"

"It looks better in real life than on TV."

Song Jin rushed into the bathroom and almost knocked the door on Liao Yayan's face. Liao Yayan opened the door and walked in holding the fire.

No one was in the restroom.

Liao Yayan untied the chain of his trousers, stood next to Song Jin, and took out his things, which still had some vague red marks on them.

He showed off in front of Song Jin like he was showing off a trophy, "Brother Cheng, he—"

Song Jin said in surprise, "Damn it, is his technique so bad?"

Liao Yayan's face changed, and his tone became cold instantly, "What do you mean?"

It was the first time for Han Sheng to help him last night. The two of them have done so many times, and this is the only time Han Sheng lay down to take care of him. Although there were some stumbling marks, to Liao Yayan, this was An essential leap is a milestone between him and Han Sheng. He feels that Han Sheng really cares about him, so he is willing to do this for him, although Han Sheng's expression is not particularly enjoyable...

But what did Song Jin mean by that just now?Has Han Sheng...had he helped Song Jin before?

He clearly said that it was his first time!

Song Jin didn't make a sound. After urinating, Shaking the Bird, dressed neatly and went to wash his hands, leaving Liao Yayan standing there pondering.

When Song Jin left, he kicked the wall viciously, gasping for breath, his eyes were red.

It took a long time to suppress the suffocation. He called Han Sheng, and it took a long time to get through. Han Sheng spoke in a raised voice, and there was a lot of noise over there. The TD members were all there, as if they were having a dinner.

"Yayan, what's wrong?"

"Are you..." Liao Yayan's lips were trembling, and he couldn't ask. He was afraid that Han Sheng would admit it, and he was afraid that Han Sheng would speak bad words to him in anger. They had quarreled too much, and they just got better recently.

A strange male voice yelled coquettishly, "Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng is messing with me, come and help—"

He was a very brisk and cheerful young man, just like Liao Yayan herself a few years ago.

Before Liao Yayan could react, Zheng Yao snatched the phone and said with a smile, "Brother Sheng, let me say a few words to Yayan, you hurry up and save Lucas, his hair has been covered with cream by Ren Ninglin."

Liao Yayan said dully, "Who is Lucas..."

"Brother Cheng's newcomer, our little junior, who was born as an actor just like you." Zheng Yao's tone was subtle, "He's very handsome...didn't he tell you?"

Han Sheng and Zhuo Qi pulled away Ren Ninglin, who was pounced on Lucas, and turned back to answer the phone, but Liao Yayan had already hung up.

He frowned and asked Zheng Yao, "What did you say to Yayan? I wonder if he is emotionally sensitive recently?"

"I just said that there is one more junior brother, what else can I say?" Zheng Yao took a sip of wine, "Or do you think this can also stimulate him?"

The KTV lights flickered on and off, Zheng Yao's eyes were hidden in the darkness, and he stared at Han Sheng fiercely like a poisonous snake with a hidden smile.

"..." Han Sheng's expression froze slightly, and he squeezed the phone tightly without saying a word.

Until the end of lunch, Liao Yayan did not appear again, Li Mingyu hesitated to speak, and finally asked the little assistant to carry the stack of autograph books and go upstairs.

The environment of the hotel arranged by the film crew was quite good. Outside, rows of big-leaf sycamores sprouted, and the green was covered with a honey-colored sunlight, and thick emerald green sprinkled into the room.

When Song Jin entered the room, he unpacked his luggage first, took out his change of clothes and hung them up. At the end, he found a convenience bag, a small bulging bag, soft to the touch. He didn't prepare such a thing...

He poured it out and took a look, his face flushed with embarrassment, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, but he was not willing to scold.

A certain person was so shameless that he brought a pair of his own underwear to Song Jintui. The gray-black bullet underwear had a bag in the front. It looked like he was used to that big guy thing. Even the waist of the underwear was too tight. It's wider than Song Jin's.

It turned out that such a man was full of aura, with a thick and hormonal closet, but he had a particularly flamboyant pink perfume card pinned to the side.

'Bao, wearing pants is like a sleeping person. '

I sleep with you uncle!

Song Jin tore up the paper scraps all over the floor, and half ashamed and half annoyed, he flicked the phone, and was connected just after one ring, which shocked him.

"You, aren't you on a business trip, so free?"

Xing Likun's voice was very low, "Where is it, it's a meeting... Wait a minute, I'll come out and say it."

Xing Likun left all the people in the room, and went out to meet his wife without looking at the head of the TV station.

The leader of the TV station put on a pale face, "Is this how you Haicheng express your sincerity?"

Fang Chong said with a smile, "It's Major General Lin's call. I guess there is something important. I'm very sorry."

Lin Yan's name was brought out and smashed out, and when there was a clang, the man immediately fell silent, bowed his head and flicked through the materials.

Song Jin couldn't persuade him over there, "I said it's nothing important, you go to the meeting first!"

"I'm too lazy to listen to their ramblings. It's all about money. Brother Chong can take it all by himself." Xing Likun leaned against the window and lit a cigarette, his tough lips curled up, "Baby, do you miss me?"

"No." Song Jin rolled his eyes, "How many fucking hours has it been?"

"I miss you." Xing Likun chewed his cigarette butts slowly, his eyes burned red, as if he was chewing on Song Jin's delicate flesh, he was reluctant to part with him, partly because he was afraid that he would suffer with the group, nine partly because he was afraid of him Being wronged—how much I love him, how can I not love him enough, how can I expose him to the shadow of swords and swords?

But only Song Jin could dig out Han Sheng's malignant tumor with his own hands. Although the process of removing putrefaction and regenerating muscle was painful, he could heal after the pain was over, instead of wearing a intact skin with festering sores inside.

He is willing to be the knife that Song Jin holds in his hand, rather than being the one who forces Song Jin to hold the knife.

Song Jin was silent for a while, "You don't have to worry about me, Kun'er, I can do it by myself."

"Ok?"

"When I first met you, I dared to yell loudly. If I really want to plot and deal with someone, I can't be cruel, and I don't have the guts. I lack the ruthlessness." Song Jin squinted and looked at The distant mountains smiled faintly, "But now it seems that I have become fearless. I know who to treat well, and who to fight seven inches. Finally, I don't have to live a worthless life."

There is a solid man behind him, straightening his spine like a mountain.

Xing Likun responded with heavy breathing. He was distressed, but he couldn't say a word.

Even Song Jin, who was silly at that time, was still his treasure. Song Jin was changing, and he was also changing. Unknowingly blended into one, and can't be melted away.

Song Jin's fingers touched the edge of the window sill, as if he was touching Xing Likun's hard browbones and thick eyelashes from a distance, and he choked back his breath, and the two of them were on the phone with their hearts surging.

I don't feel it when we are together, but when we are separated, I really feel the vacancy of that person. I am used to eating sweets, so I can't swallow white water.

Before hanging up the phone, Song Jin noticed the kneaded panties in his hands - he forgot to talk about the business.

He stretched out the pair of underwear and gestured for a while. With red ears, he found out a set of clean underwear, and walked slowly into the bathroom.