occupy boyfriend

Liu Weiguo held back his anger, and slapped him several times, reluctant to do it. The child is a debt owed in his previous life, a sinful debt.

Liu Zhao was crying so pitifully, out of breath, choked and curled up on the ground, unable to get up, finally got the nanny and auntie to coax her into the room, stuffed in a big quilt, pouted and twitched , no one cares.

Sitting by the bed, Liu Weiguo wiped his son's face with a hot towel, nagging him bitterly, "Zhao Zhao, just do it, if you continue to make such a fuss, you will definitely not be able to hide it from your mother! Then I see what you will do? Dad really doesn't understand, what's so good about that little bastard? Is it worth it for you to be so rare? How many people have you met with your dad since you were a child, and which one is not better than him? Tell me about you, why are your eyes so bad? "

Liu Zhao bit the quilt and was unwilling to listen, so he argued with him, "What do you know..."

He just loves the little white dragon. Others treat him well, either for Liu Weiguo and his mother, or for his good skin. Who can love his squeamish young master temperament in his bones?

Only Xiao Bailong is willing to guard him innocently and let him bully and run, he doesn't care whose son he is, and doesn't care whether he is sloppy or tidy.

This person can give him a catty of fried chestnuts just out of the pot in the middle of the night;

An old man with a big beard like Dad, who sees the work unit running around, do you know what love is?

Liu Weiguo was angry, "Why don't I understand? When I was chasing your mother back then, I also watched the sunset with a rose in my hand!"

Liu Zhao muttered, "The whole wife slave, also said that I have poor eyesight..."

When Liu Zhao's mood stabilized, Liu Weiguo went out to catch up with the dinner. The leader is so involuntary that he can't just stay at home.

In order to prevent Liu Zhao from climbing the window again, he specially left a bodyguard in the room, who huddled on the small Mickey sofa in the corner of the bedroom, like a black weight hanging on the wall, how funny it looked.

Half an hour later, the water pipe in Liu Zhao's house burst, all the way from the bathroom to the kitchen. Water splashed everywhere, flooding the carpeted corner cabinet. The nanny squatted on the ground to scoop up water, sweating all over.

The property maintenance personnel from the high-end community came quickly, and those in summer also paid attention to their appearance. The four of them wore work clothes with long sleeves and trousers, hats and masks, and put on disposable shoe covers when entering the house. They went to each room separately to check for water leaks.

Inside there was a tall man with glowing eyes, groping around blindly, and found Liu Zhao's bedroom.

The bodyguard held him down and said firmly, "There is no water pipe in this house, so you don't need to go in."

Xiao Bailong didn't cover his throat, just to make Liu Zhao recognize him, "That's the bathroom, it's best to check it, the water pressure will damage the toilet, and the spray will be full of feces and urine."

"..."

Typical nonsense and finding fault, the bodyguard was so disgusted that he couldn't speak.

Liu Zhao wobbled twice on the bed, sat up abruptly, his eyes were swollen like cracked pomegranates, and he raised his chin in high spirits to command people, "Get out."

"Did you hear that? Tell you to go out." The bodyguard stretched out his hand to push Xiao Bailong, but he didn't push it all at once. The tentacles were hard muscles. He was suspicious, and when he was about to ask, Liu Zhao slammed the pillow hard. "It's you who went out! Hurry up and help, what to do with such a big flood and bad things? You are still standing here stupidly!"

The bodyguard couldn't care less about doubting Xiao Bailong, and frowned, "My task is to watch..."

"Look at you, I'm not running away! My dad has locked the study room, where can I run? Jump off the building?" Liu Zhao made an anxious look, "There is a hand-made shelf in the living room, and it is full of me. Baby, please help me move it away quickly, you have to move it one by one, be careful, if it is damaged and flooded, I will never end with you!"

"You still look at me? Hurry up—"

The bodyguard stood at the door struggling for a long time. He couldn't afford to offend the little ancestor, so he obediently went to move the toys. There were no less than a hundred of them in a densely packed shelf, and he couldn't move them clean after a while.

Only Xiao Bailong and Liu Zhao were left in the room, separated by several meters, staring at each other eagerly.

Liu Zhao knelt and sat on the bed, wearing a loose linen pajamas with an open collar, showing his collarbone and thin white arms and legs. He looked very clean and his face was very immature.

Xiao Bailong's guilt set off a huge wave, and he was about to slap himself to death on the beach... Why did he mess up at the beginning, and how could he do it?

The young master sat there, tilting his head to look at him, and suddenly smiled, squinting his eyes, so sweet that he could kill you.

When he just woke up, Liu Zhao also blamed Xiao Bailong. His body hurt and his heart hurt even more, but after the pain was over, the hatred in his heart faded away. He just couldn't figure it out and felt wronged. He felt that Liu Weiguo didn't tell him what happened. As he said, Xiao Bailong would not want him.

Liu Zhao didn't drink much that night, and he was the one who started the bed with Xiao Bailong. He wanted to sleep, and the bastard was over, but he didn't expect to do that. It hurt so much, his whole body seemed to be split, little Bailong held back all his energy and was so violent that he became deaf and blind in his head, so he didn't even care about him.

Little Bailong heaved up and down on Liu Zhao's body, bumped hard with red eyes, and shouted, "Zhao Zhao, um, Zhao Zhao, you are so kind..."

Since I didn't recognize the wrong person, I like it.

Liu Zhao knew Liu Weiguo well, and immediately saw through his father's lies about beating mandarin ducks with sticks, pretended to be sick, pretended to be good, and stole the mobile phone to make calls, all in one go.

Finally looking forward to this silly big guy.

Little Bailong walked over slowly, shaking his hands, not daring to touch Liu Zhao's face, Liu Zhao grabbed his finger and put it on his face, rubbing it like a puppy, "Pippi Shrimp, I miss you..."

Little Bailong's heart was about to melt, his throat was blocked, his eyeballs were hot, and he grabbed him into his arms!

The man misses you too, misses you to death! !

The two of them looked around and no one noticed, kissed together, went into the bathroom hand in hand, and locked the small door behind them.

When Xiao Bailong came out, he was out of breath, and there was only half a tube of ointment in his hand.

Liu Zhao was sitting on the toilet, covering his face, panting, the collar of his clothes stretched to his shoulders, his dark eyes slipping out through his fingers, covered with a layer of misty water vapor.

"Stop!" The bodyguard just entered the door, stopped Xiao Bailong and shouted, "What's in your trouser pocket?"

He's wearing one slung across his shoulders, and the legs are so tall, don't tell him he's stealing something, right?There are many valuable decorations in the young master's room.

"What's so interesting about changing the broken pipe," Liu Zhao lazily shouted out from the bathroom, "I'm out of paper here, hurry up and bring some over here!"

"..." The bodyguard wiped his face, "Here we come."

Xiaobailong breathed a sigh of relief, and gently stretched out his hand to straighten the 'broken pipe'.

He stuffed Liu Zhao with a pocket phone, the size of two fingers, which can send text messages and make phone calls, and he will never be out of contact again.

When the others finished repairing the water pipes, Xiao Bailong obediently withdrew, and missed Liu Weiguo who was rushing home due to the time lag.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, it was a text message from Liu Zhao [Pipi shrimp, is your pipe repaired? 】

Xiao Bailong smirked, this kid, how come the more he learns, the worse he gets.

Since the fan's sudden death incident, Liao Yayan has kept a low profile in the crew. When there are scenes, she will sit on the sidelines honestly.

He looks exquisite, and recently he has been madly praised by the public. It is really likable to calm down in such a silent manner. The director and producer also promised him to catch a few scenes and gave him three days off. Run the notice in Thailand.

When Li Mingyu came down from the field, the little assistant hurried over to hand him water, but he didn't dare to drink iced water to stimulate his stomach. The normal temperature water was scorched by the sun, and when it poured into his throat, it turned into sweat.

These actors are now filming the autumn scene in the late stage of the script. They often wear long-sleeved trousers and big sweaters. They can’t turn on the air-conditioning fan for the sound of the set. Holding a bottle of frozen water in his hand, a gust of cold wind blows out against the fan, which is very comfortable.

He used to think that it was easy for actors to get money, but in fact, he found out after following the team that only by chewing Coptis chinensis can he stand the applause, and not only is it tiring to be on the stage, but also the twists and turns outside the stage.

Li Mingyu sat there silently drinking water, sweat dripping down his neck, and had to use a towel to line it up, fearing that the costume would be polluted and affect the next set of shots, the little assistant looked at Liao Yayan who was opposite, and muttered, "Brother Li, you said that one, Is there something wrong with holding back?"

If you say stop, stop, without any intermediate transition, this psychological gap makes him feel too insecure.

Li Mingyu shook his head, he understood Liao Yayan, this person has a straight temper, if he is really holding back, he will definitely make you suffer immediately.

When you are silent like this, you probably have something big in your heart... What could it be?

Liao Yayan sat there silently reading the script, his eyes almost burned through the page, revealing a vicious energy, he rubbed his sharp canine teeth on his fingernails, they were so hollow that the nails were red and smelly Don't talk too much.

His assistant ran over panting and handed him the sealed document bag, "Brother Liao, your documents."

Liao Yayan took it and put it on his lap, stared at it for a while, and then slowly opened the bag.

There were only two thin pages inside. Liao Yayan read it over and over for 10 minutes. The assistant director called him several times, but he didn't respond.

The assistant reminded cautiously, "Brother Liao?"

"Huh?" Liao Yayan looked up blankly.

"It's your shot."

"Oh." Liao Yayan clipped the two pages of paper into the script, paused, then took them out, folded them, and put them in his jacket pocket.

A set of very simple shots of falling from a bicycle with a foam cushion underneath. Liao Yayan fell seven times in total, none of which happened.

The director was furious, seeing that he had indeed fallen hard, he didn't bother to scold anyone, so he waved his hand directly, "Come here instead, Li Mingyu, this match will be postponed first."

Liao Yayan got up from the ground, walked through a group of handymen working on the set, and entered the waiting room alone. The assistant quickly followed and found that the door was locked, so he asked nervously, "Brother Liao, Brother Liao? Are you okay? "

"Brother Liao, what, I think you acted very well just now, it's because the director is too demanding of you." The assistant scratched his head anxiously, fearing that Liao Yayan's temper would blow up again, Han Sheng is not here, where is he? I can't stand this big Buddha, "...how about I talk to Brother Han and talk to the director, and let's make him a stand-in?"

The door slammed open, Liao Yayan looked at him straight, "I'll be quiet for a while, okay?"

"Chengchengcheng." The assistant nodded sharply, and handed over the nutritional supplement that Han Sheng had given him, "Brother Liao, I haven't taken today's."

Liao Yayan took it expressionlessly, almost slamming the door on the assistant's face.

He received an anonymous letter, and he struggled to find the vitamin water he used to drink and the nutritional supplements he was drinking now, and secretly sent them for inspection, all of which were mixed with alprazolam.

He forgot his words on set, lost his concentration, and the sudden death of that female fan was all because of this drug.

Han Sheng gave him the medicine himself.

Liao Yayan tore up the inspection report with trembling hands, poured out the nutritional supplement, took out his mobile phone and tremblingly called up Han Sheng's name, but couldn't press the dial button, and didn't know what to say...

Can he ask?Does he dare to ask?

He felt wronged, sad, lost and angry, but more of it was fear, fearing that Han Sheng would tell the bloody truth, fearing that Han Sheng would completely abandon him!

For Han Sheng, he did not hesitate to plot against Song Jin, to save TD from being played by others, and to swallow Zheng Yao's anger and turn a blind eye to Lucas. Love, as long as Han Sheng loves him, he doesn't care!

But does Han Sheng love him?

……

Or, did Han Sheng ever love him?

Liao Yayan covered her face, and finally burst into tears, crying and laughing, she was out of breath, hot tears flowed down her hands, and her lips tasted salty.

In Han Sheng's eyes, he was just a lunatic, a psychopath.

The love he once held firmly in his hands turned out to be just a knife that sliced ​​through flesh and bones.