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Yu Zhongye seemed to see that Xing Ming was emotional, and asked him: "What's the matter? Still think interviews with people are boring?"

Xing Ming has not done character interviews yet.He was lucky. After working as an on-camera reporter for half a year, he succeeded Zhuang Lei and went directly to "Pearl Connection". He didn't bother to talk about "panoramic and multi-dimensional". Far from being comparable to ordinary programs.So he has always been biased against talk shows.The host and the guests all rely on two mouths, the theme all revolves around one person, and the success of the content depends entirely on the later stage.This way of expression is old-fashioned and has no gold content at all.

"The quality of the host is not high, so it will be reduced to the director's microphone. If the topic is wrong, even the best editing is useless. Talk shows test the host's ability to control the field, and they can also improve the hosting skills." Yu Zhong Ye looked at Xing Ming, "You can learn from Xiao Luo in this respect. He was not as good as you are now three years ago."

This is not the first time Xing Ming has heard someone point out Luo You's strengths to him.The last time I heard a director praise Luo You, saying that he has experienced three years in East Asia, and now he has integrated a lot of reading and front-line interview experience. He can ask and chat casually, and there is nothing he can’t answer.At his age, it is not easy to have such deep inner strength.

Luo You is naturally very good at talk shows. His "Extraordinary Life" in East Asia is the leader of the same type of show. The brand effect once caught up with "Pearl Connection". However, after he left, he replaced his hostess Obviously unacceptable, the standard of "Extraordinary Life" plummeted, and it has never recovered since then.

"Xiao Luo impresses me when I go to the United States this time. He is down-to-earth and handsome. These have nothing to do with his background. Regardless of background, you are still not as good as him."

While Yu Zhongye praised Luo You, Xing Ming became peaceful instead.He began to reflect.The lonely man and the lonely man travel together in a foreign country and live together in the same room, especially the love that Luo You expresses beyond words, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem fake.At first, he was particularly concerned about whether they slept or not, but now he suddenly felt that he was very boring.

He should not be Xing Hong's son who is so obsessed with small love, small love, and petty grievances.

Xing Ming knew that the old fox had used the aggressive method.But it happens to work.He smiled generously, isn't he Fourth Master Hu, he will be the only one in the first issue of "Oriental Vision".

In order to show that the two have settled their suspicions and that he has no grievances, Xing Ming fed himself full, thanked Phoebe for her breakfast, and offered to send Yu Zhongye to the airport.

Not long after getting in the car, the phone rang.

Xing Ming took out his phone and took a look, the number showed that it was Li Mengyuan.In front of Yu Zhongye, Xing Ming didn't dare to answer the phone, he just replied a wechat message, which meant that it was not convenient to call back right now, and asked the other party to wait for him to contact her.

He was close to Yu Zhongye, and instinctively turned his upper body sideways when sending WeChat messages, and his concealed appearance was obviously a bit sneaky.Xing Ming put the phone back into his pocket, turned his head, and met Shangyu Zhongye's deep and deep eyes.He suddenly felt a little guilty, and deliberately interrupted: "Teacher, you ran back and forth between the United States and China, slept so little, and had jet lag, aren't you tired?"

Yu Zhongye closed his eyes, leaned back and said, "Tired."

As if falling asleep as soon as he hit the headrest, Xing Ming tilted his head and looked at Yu Zhongye's face carefully.

The weather in June, the sun shone through the window at seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and the very fine dust was flying in the sunlight, creating a bright and bright scene.Generally, for a man over forty years old, it is difficult for people to be willing to look at his face against the sun, because most of them are hard to see if there is no hair left.But Yu Zhongye couldn't do it at all.His outline is too gorgeous, and his skin is too fine, like velvet with impeccable color and texture, and there is no trace of age at all.

Yu Zhongye closed his eyes, frowned slightly, looking really tired, but also rare gentle.

Yan Kong is probably a little dazed by this point, and Xing Ming also found that he has become more and more picky about people these days. After passing the delicacies of mountains and seas, and then returning to simple tea and light rice, it is tasteless to eat no matter what.

Whether it's for the sake of Mingzhutai not to lose face or for Xing Ming himself, he still understands the principle of repaying kindness for Master Yu who can abandon the big project in hand and come back halfway.That hostile heart was also wrapped in a kind of soft emotion. Xing Ming straightened his upper body and approached Yu Zhongye, with one arm around the back of Yu Zhongye's head, his index finger and middle finger resting on his forehead, and his thumbs separated Press on his temples on either side.He used his fingertips to massage his eyebrows and temples repeatedly.

The severity and speed are all in place, following Xing Ming's rubbing movements, Yu Zhongye's brows relaxed a little, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "The technique is good."

"Of course. I often give master a massage. The first time I was born, the second time I am familiar with it. I have long been used to it." Xing Ming slid his finger down, moving from the Kangong point between Yu Zhongye's eyebrows to the Gaogu point behind the ear, and swung his wrist. Drive your fingers to knead and press point to point. "Teacher is busy and hard at work, and you should also pay attention to your body." These words sounded flattering, but he basically meant it from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Zhongye closed his eyes to enjoy Xing Ming's massage, and asked, "What else are you doing for your master?"

"Punch shoulders, pinch hands, and rub legs. Especially legs. Master has been paralyzed for many years. Regular massage can prevent muscle atrophy. It also has a certain effect on senile osteoarthritis."

"Let Lao Lin find a nurse tomorrow. You are not allowed to do this again."

"Oh." Xing Ming promised, but he was not convinced, saying that you, old fox, are too lenient.

He turned over and sat astride Yu Zhongye's body, and changed another massage technique.Gently stroked Yu Zhongye's cheeks with his palms, sunk his fingers into the Fengchi acupoint on the outside of his neck, and kneaded with more force.

Because of the sitting posture, this massage posture is very gentle, as if holding the other person's face face to face.

I just took a shower in the morning, didn't sweat, and there was still a smell of bath liquid on my wrist. It should be sandalwood mixed with high mountain tea. The faint scent of tree tea and Xing Ming's own breath blended into a new one.The sun became stronger and stronger, and this pleasant fragrance was boiled by the hot air, like slender hands, and like light smoke, it kept touching Yu Zhongye's nose, plucking an invisible string.

Suddenly, the string snapped.

The man who kept his eyes closed opened his eyes and grabbed the other's wrist.

Xing Ming was taken aback by this sudden movement.Yu Zhongye's eyes at this moment were all too familiar to him, they were ferocious and bloodthirsty, as if they were going to eat people alive including their bones and bones.

Although he was tall, he was much slender compared to Yu Zhongye. Yu Zhongye lifted Xing Ming's thighs, forcing his legs to spread further apart, almost lifting him up.

Fingers inserted into the seam of Xing Ming's buttocks through the trousers, rubbed and squeezed, as if they were going to poke into the tight and hot hole with the material.Yu Zhongye stared at Xing Ming without blinking, and discussed in a commanding tone: "Baby, take off your pants, okay?"

As the saying goes, "There are only three things to do." The old fox rubbed against him twice last night and didn't go in. It's really not easy for him to endure this.But Xing Ming has bad water in his stomach at the moment, and he deliberately wants to see the other party suffer.He pursed his lips, and deliberately replied against Director Yu's thoughts: "You said let me go."

"Yesterday," Yu Zhongye said in a calm and unhurried manner, and forcefully untied Xing Ming's trousers without heeding persuasion, "not today."

"But I'm still sick." Xing Ming stretched out his hand to stop it uncooperatively, "The doctor recommends half-day bed rest for at least three months during the recovery period, and sex life is not recommended."

Yu Zhongye stopped what he was doing, frowned and asked, "Will you die suddenly?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Xing Ming didn't dare to speak too seriously, fearing that if the old fox got ruthless, he would stop broadcasting "Oriental Vision", which he had won so hard to get back.I had no choice but to answer cautiously, "But it will cause chest tightness, palpitations, and even fainting."

"It's fine if you can't die. If you have palpitations, take medicine. If you faint, let Lao Lin take you directly to the hospital." Director Yu actually felt that he had received a satisfactory answer, and his behavior became more and more erratic. His breathing became short and his eyes became more seductive. , He bit Xing Ming's nose and chin, raised his butt with one hand, pulled the waistband of his trousers with the other hand, and pulled off Xing Ming's trousers.

The backyard suddenly felt cold, and before he could hold on to his underwear, half of his bright white butt was already exposed.Yu Zhongye slowed down the pace of the attack, grabbed Xing Ming's buttocks and brought him into his arms.He continued to knead and play with one hand, and pressed down the back of Xing Ming's head with the other, his lips met hotly, and his teeth knocked together.Yu Zhongye involuntarily invaded with his tongue, rolled the opponent's tongue into his mouth, and flipped it over and over again.

A kiss is so violent and eager, it seems that he must be punished in this situation.Although Xing Ming was on the verge of suffocation, he thought it was very funny. Last night he clearly wanted it, but the old fox pretended not to give it to him.

The more he thought about it, the more elated he became, and the more he thought about it, the more elated he became, so he hugged Yu Zhongye's neck tightly, and also swiped his tongue against the other's mouth, eagerly responding to the kiss.

There was a sticky wet sound in the car, and Xing Ming's tongue was broken during the entanglement.Yu Zhongye tasted the blood in his mouth, and bit Xing Ming's tongue more fiercely, even the genitals in his crotch were completely awakened.He freed one hand to unzip the pants chain, and the thing bounced out with a whimper, and firmly pressed against Xing Ming's thigh.

The horse's eyes swelled with anger, as if a gust of hot air was blowing out, and the skin at the base of Xing Ming's thigh was severely burned, and he suddenly woke up.

Lao Lin was still in the car.

The world of mortals is upside down, prostitution in the daytime.

Sex is really bad, it disturbs people's mind, loses people's dignity, and hurts people a lot.

Xing Ming didn't want to be seen as a erotic palace by outsiders, so he came back and started to resist.After all, Yu Zhongye was nearly 1.8 meters tall, and Yu Zhongye couldn't control him anymore, so he let go of Xing Ming and asked Lao Lin, what time is the plane?

As soon as he loosened the restraint of his arms, the person in his arms fell down limply, lying on his knees.

Old Lin understood and said, we set off early, I will go down to smoke a cigarette in a while, and there should be enough time to delay for half an hour.

Yu Zhongye lowered his eyes and looked at Xing Ming.The kid was opening his mouth wide, panting heavily, and his face was pale with malnutrition, and his head was full of fine beads of sweat.

He does want to eat him.With eyes, with lips, with hands, with penis.And it's not swallowing jujubes whole.Instead, it embeds into his tight and hot body without any gaps, grinds it carefully, and swallows slowly.Until the bones are dismantled into the belly, from flesh to spirit, completely occupied.

"Half an hour." Yu Zhongye said, "Not enough."

From the onset of the illness to the recovery, it took less than a month. Acute myocarditis is really not easy to recover. Xing Ming noticed that he had a tachycardia at the moment, and he might have to faint again if he struggled again.After thinking about it for a while, he was unwilling to make the director's driver cheaper, and he didn't dare to disappoint the director. He gritted his teeth, simply climbed up with the pole, and began to bargain: "I can do it now, so I don't need to over-adjust a Month. "Oriental Vision" will resume live broadcast next week, okay?"

Yu Zhongye looked at Xing Ming calmly for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Old Lin, Xiao Xing is getting more and more good at playing tricks with others."

"It's not because the host Xing is so attractive." Lao Lin also laughed, and he almost said the words "be proud of being favored".

"Is it attractive?" Yu Zhongye looked sideways at Xing Ming, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, pulled him closer, looked at him for a while, and then nodded slightly, "It is attractive."

On the contrary, the smile on his face was suppressed, and he still had an unpredictable majestic posture.

"Teacher," Xing Ming knew that a man would feel extremely uncomfortable if he held it in for a while, not to mention that he had "passed through the house three times and never entered", so he found a way for the other party and himself to end, "I'll give you... Type it out."

Yu Zhongye leaned his head back, and closed his eyes seemingly tiredly: "Bite it out."

In broad daylight and in a rush of time, it seemed inappropriate for the car to stop non-stop and anywhere. Yu Zhongye didn't say anything, and Lao Lin drove the Bentley onto the airport elevated.When the partition between the front and rear seats was raised, Xing Ming had already knelt between Yu Zhongye's legs, bent down, and the meat stalk in front of him was thick, long and hard, and he held it in his hand, steaming.

Rub the stem up and down with your hands, open your mouth to contain the swollen front end, wrap around the edge and suck for a while, then use your teeth to gently nibble on the glans.

Yu Zhongye frowned involuntarily, and when he raised his arm, five slender fingers inserted into Xing Ming's hair.

Sometimes licking the soft groove, sometimes nibbling the stem, Xing Ming blushed, held his breath, and performed so hard that even the muscles of his cheeks were numb, and the thing in his hand was still a pillar of the sky, and there was no sign of ejaculation.The glans reached the depths of his throat again, and he cried out incessantly, sobbing in agony, but Yu Zhongye suddenly pulled out his penis, and said softly, "Face your back to me, sit up."

As soon as Xing Ming turned his back, he was lifted up by a pair of powerful arms and wrapped in his arms. His back was clinging to his chest. Through the thin shirt, he seemed to be able to feel his pulse beating rhythmically.

"Slap" slapped Xing Ming's buttocks, Yu Zhongye said: "Put your legs together and clamp them tightly."

Xing Ming took off his inner and outer pants to below his knees so that his thighs could be completely closed and could tightly clamp Yu Zhongye's genitals.

The genitals as thick as iron were inserted and shaken slightly between the legs, Xing Ming lowered his head slightly, and interlocked his fingers with Yu Zhongye, rubbing the other's glans.

The pleasure of stock sex is very secret. When the two men are not kissing, they just talk casually.

"Falling down in front of the studio is considered a work-related injury. You stay at home and go back when you recover from your illness."

"Ah."

"Don't drive by yourself when you're sick, look for Lao Lin wherever you want to go."

"Ah."

"The project in the United States is almost completed, and I will be back in a week."

"Ah."

"Take care of yourself and wait at home."

"Yeah." Stock sex is not easy, Xing Ming just nodded his head all the way, only to gasp and ask when he heard this, "Who cares about what?"

"Take care of the front end." Yu Zhongye kept his breath calm, squeezed Xing Ming's half-shocked genitals, then parted his hips, and pressed the front end of his genitals against his anus. "Take care of the back too."

As he approached the airport, Yu Zhongye held up Xing Ming's buttocks, speeding up the rhythm of thrusting between his legs.Xing Ming also leaned forward in coordination with his upper body, lying on the partition, so that the backyard is completely exposed, and the man behind him can move forward and backward freely, ejaculating heartily.

Perhaps the "a little bit of red" scenery is too attractive, Yu Zhongye pressed his upper body on Xing Ming's back forcefully, aimed his penis at the acupuncture point, and rammed and squeezed it hard.

"It hurts!" Xing Ming cried out in pain, and cursed again in his heart. The old fox didn't believe what he said, and agreed to "just rub but not get in"!

The muscles of the anal opening were closed too tightly, and Yu Zhongye had no choice but to give up entering after several attempts. Instead, he squeezed Xing Ming's buttocks to clamp his penis, rubbing repeatedly between the two protruding peaks.After dozens of strokes, he twisted Xing Ming's neck violently, as if he wanted to break his head, and blocked his lips as if to vent.

The penis became hotter and wetter. The thigh and back court were violently hit. Xing Ming's body was pushed against the partition board frequently. I don't know how much Lao Lin in the driver's seat could hear and feel.The sticky feeling between the buttocks is uncomfortable, but the anus is pushed by a hard object, but it brings bizarre pleasure and hunger.Except for the first two rounds of trading, most of the time Yu Zhongye likes to cum inside.He also enjoys the rhythmic beating before the critical point arrives.For example at this moment.

While exchanging saliva in his mouth with this man, he bears his hot semen.

Before getting out of the car, Yu Zhongye wiped off the semen from his cock with his fingers, rubbed a small part on Xing Ming's pubic hair, and wiped the rest on Xing Ming's lips, and sent it in along the gap between his teeth.

His lips were bitten off, as if the person in the painting had put on lip balm.

Director Yu left with satisfaction.Lao Lin put down the partition, and even though the Bentley has excellent sound insulation, he still couldn't breathe and didn't say a word.Turning around, he looked at the sweaty and flushed young man in the back seat, and thoughtfully handed out a tissue.Xing Ming generously took the tissue, wiped his face, and quickly returned to normal, looking at the cold-eyed, cold-hearted, as if nothing happened.

Lao Lin asked him where to go?

He said go home.