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After lunch, Yu Zhongye was practicing calligraphy in the study, and Xing Ming was on the phone with Zhang Hongfei in the living room.

Zhang Hongfei is a prison guard, and he is fairly familiar with the set of things in the system. Accompanied by his guardian, Xiao Ci took notes, the police filed a case, and the procuratorate approved his arrest.On the same day, this matter was disclosed on the Internet by the pervasive media, and the program group of "Oriental Vision" contacted the marketing account to forward it, which unsurprisingly aroused heated discussions among the people.

Xiaoci's father promised to record a new episode of "Oriental Vision". The program team was responsible for the transportation expenses and all board and lodging according to the regulations, but Zhang Hongfei told Xing Ming on the phone that Xiaoci's father took Joe temporarily and asked for it. If you bring the whole family, you also need to fly and stay in a hotel. The plane is best in first class, and the hotel must not be lower than four stars.

Xing Ming promised: "It's okay, it's rare to come out of my hometown once, and it's considered a tourist."

Zhang Hongfei asked nervously, "Is it against the regulations in the station?"

"It really doesn't match." Xing Ming said generously, "But if I personally fund it, there is no problem."

After all, Zhang Hongfei is a sensible person, three points grateful to Tianzuo and very apologetic, already very sorry.

Xing Ming heard this meaning from the voice on the other end of the phone. Facing a big fish, he thought that long lines, bait and patience are indispensable. It's time to get online, so it was a matter of course, and we made an appointment to meet again at noon tomorrow.

As soon as he hung up the phone, Xing Ming went to the study to say goodbye to Yu Zhongye. He had already skipped half a day of work. Although most of the anchors in the station enjoy flexible working hours and not many go to work on time from nine to five, this is completely inconsistent with him. work style.

Probably the content of the phone call just now was overheard, Yu Zhongye was writing and drawing peonies part-time, without looking up, he seemed to ask casually: "Are you still in contact with the people in Niuling Prison?"

With a guilty conscience, Xing Ming had already walked up to Yu Zhongye, neither admitting nor denying it, hesitating.

Putting down his pen, Yu Zhongye raised his hand to touch Xing Ming's forehead, and said, "It's still burning. Go and rest."

Xing Ming probed his own forehead, he may or may not have a low fever.He didn't feel unwell, and shook his head: "But today is Monday, so I have to go back to the stage in the afternoon anyway."

"Stay for a few more days. Go back when you recover from your illness."

Master Yu said with a serious expression, Xing Ming couldn't help touching his forehead again, is he sick?I'm not sick.

Yu Zhongye showed his impatience, walked over directly around the desk, picked up Xing Ming, and went to the bedroom.

The back of Xing Ming's head fell on the pillow, his arm was still around Yu Zhongye's neck, and he looked at each other face to face.

The phone rang suddenly, probably it was Zhang Hongfei.

Before Xing Ming answered the phone, Yu Zhongye took the phone from Xing Ming, threw it on the ground without looking at it.

Xing Ming was forced to stay on the bed by Yu Zhongye. He took the heat-clearing, detoxifying and calming pills from the domestic helper, without water, and threw them directly into his mouth, chewed and swallowed.

Yu Zhongye looked at him and asked, "Just take the medicine like this?"

"In the absence of water, swallowing directly is not conducive to the absorption of the medicine, and it is easy to burn the esophagus. Chewing is better." Xing Ming nodded, and the crushed medicine powder choked into his throat, and he suddenly coughed.

Yu Zhongye patted him on the back lightly, and asked in a gentle voice, "Isn't it bitter?"

"Bitter." Xing Ming still nodded, thought for a while and said, "Who hasn't suffered in life."

These words are a bit unsightly, and Xing Ming himself finds it boring. The road you have traveled is not as many bridges as others have crossed, so why worry about writing new words.

Being sick is a good thing.Stubborn people are tamed, indifferent people are warmed up, those who want to leave cannot, and those who want to stay have the best excuses.

The golden house hides the charm.

The effect of the medicine came up quickly, Xing Ming came up with such an idea, and looked up at Yu Zhongye.The two of them didn't talk, they were exhausted.After staring at each other in silence for a few minutes, Yu Zhongye raised his palm to cover Xing Ming's eyes, and his lips also covered his.

He couldn't stand being looked at like this more and more—the eyes were as sharp as knives, as if they were gouging you out.

Men are the animals of the lower three roads.The two rolled on the bed and kissed each other, their penis hardened and they pressed against each other.

Director Yu never treats his own desires badly, and wants to get in after parting Xing Ming's buttocks, but this time he is wearing underwear, and the glans is blocked by a thin layer of fabric, so he can't get in.

Yu Zhongye tore off Xing Ming's underwear, and said calmly that he was not allowed to wear them at home in the future.

Xing Ming was tossed about once last night, and his anus is still swollen. He was especially afraid that Yu Zhongye would barge in again. He reached out to touch the lubricating fluid on the head of the bed, and begged Yu Zhongye for mercy. Come on, let's go.

Seeing Master Yu's acquiescence, he lay down on the bed with his back facing him, opened his nightgown and took off his underwear, pouted his buttocks and raised his waist, expanding himself.

I was afraid of pain, so I dipped my fingertips full of lubricating fluid. The shiny, oily liquid dripped down the long fingers, between the buttocks and on the roots of the legs.Yu Zhongye hugged Xing Ming from his side, bit his neck, slipped one hand into his neckline, and rubbed his nipple.

Yu Zhongye was in a particularly good mood today, and his genitals were still in Xing Ming's body, so he hugged him, walked across the wide space, and walked towards the large terrace that was completely open to the air.

Xing Ming put his arms around Yu Zhongye's neck and folded his legs carefully. He was tall and had long legs, so it was not comfortable to be hugged in such a posture.But Master Yu, who was carrying the weight of a man, looked very relaxed.They walked forward, their genitals vibrated and rubbed slightly in their bodies.

The hot and humid wind suddenly blew on Xing Ming's eyelids, like a lover's goodnight kiss.The sun after the rain is especially nice.

Located in a well-known scenic spot in China, Yu's House is certainly not a lonely house. There are boats on the lake from time to time, and today is no exception.A little farther away is a stone bridge across the lake, with stone arches connected to holes, simple and majestic. A little further away is the former residence of a celebrity in the Republic of China. Today is probably an open day, and a middle school teacher brought students to visit.

Yu Zhongye put Xing Ming on the railing of the balcony, then grabbed his calf and pushed him hard.

Xing Ming faces the distant mountains and his back faces the lake. It is not clear how many people know that the head of Mingzhu Taitai lives here. He is worried about being seen, so although his body is manipulated very comfortably, he still cannot fully enter the scene.

He didn't allow him to speak out last night, but now he was having sex with him naked in broad daylight.This relationship is obviously shady.

Yu Zhongye walked in and out of Xing Ming's body expressionlessly, and suddenly asked him, "Are you afraid?"

"Scared." Xing Ming said frankly.He was afraid of too many things.Family, career, unresolved hatred, unfulfilled responsibilities.Also, the determination to break the boat, the moody lover.They lay in his heart like stones.

Been building up high.crumbling.

"Call out if you're afraid." Yu Zhongye ordered him, "Call out."

Xing Ming faintly heard the voices of people in the distance, and he was worried about being discovered, so he could only pant coquettishly and put on a show.

Yu Zhongye tilted his upper body, changed the direction of Xingming, and ordered: "Speak louder, and shout again."

Xing Ming had no choice but to start yelling louder. At first it was just a more performative yelling, and then he began to vent hysterically, as if the actor on the stage would attract everyone's attention as soon as he appeared on the stage, painting red and green, twisting his waist and moving his hips , extremely exaggerated.

But very happy.

Yu Zhongye was also very satisfied.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." He coaxed softly in Xing Ming's ear: "I'm here, don't be afraid of anything."

While speaking in a low voice, Yu Zhongye kneaded Xing Ming's buttocks, and sprinted harder and faster.It's brighter all around.Xing Ming was so dazzled by the scorching sun that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had to bury his face in Yu Zhongye's shoulder, his nails dug into his strong back muscles, and hugged him tightly.

The two men fought fiercely.When the climax came, Xing Ming trembled all over his body, and his hands and feet relaxed. He almost lost consciousness and asked Yu Zhongye: "Mr. Yu...do you like me too..."

Yu Zhongye stopped, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at Xing Ming solemnly, as if he was thinking about such a complicated problem.

Xing Ming seemed to have accumulated enough courage for over twenty years to deliberately ignore the displeasure in Yu Zhongye's eyes, and persistently asked, "Does Teacher Yu like me...do you like me?"

A middle school teacher not far away uttered a rallying cry, and boys and girls in their teens came screaming like a group of little bandits.

The clouds are rising, the surroundings are half fog and half bright, and the sky is gray and colorful.

Yu Zhongye has never been forced to answer this question by a thing on the bed, not even Lin Siquan who has been with him for ten years.Over the years, the people around him are all with good faces and youthful bodies. They are looking for fame or fortune, and maybe some are looking for love, but he has long lost the interest in distinguishing.

Just such a little bastard with evil minds and impure motives dares to ask him what he likes, which makes the listeners laugh out loud.

"Teacher Yu...do you like me?" Xing Ming was determined to know the answer to this question. He wanted to raise his upper body and ask Yu Zhongye for a kiss, but Yu Zhongye refused to get close to him, and coldly kissed him. push away.Xing Ming posted it again, but this time Yu Tai's hands were too strong, and he was pushed directly from the balcony into the lake - obviously it was only a flash, but Xing Ming's eyes were like a slow-motion playback. He saw Yu Zhongye still Expressionless, that handsome face is getting further and further away.

Yu Zhongye had been on the terrace two meters above the water surface, watching Xing Ming sinking and floating in the water with cold eyes.The moment he pushed him into the water, he really felt murderous.For a man who is used to being in control, losing control is an extremely dangerous thing.

Xing Ming tossed up and down in the water for a while, but gradually stopped showing his head, and a late scream came from a distance: Someone fell into the water!

Yu Zhongye finally stopped being indifferent and got into the water too.He swam back to the shore with Xing Ming and hugged him tightly.

The feeling of drowning is similar to the climax of sexual suffocation. Xing Ming's vision is hazy and his body is empty. He is panting like a fish that has been thrown dry on the shore, but he is still determined to ask for an answer: "Teacher Yu... like me?"

Two nearly naked men hugged each other in broad daylight, limbs entangled, pussy against pussy.

After a long time, Yu Zhongye said, I like it.

After falling into the water and getting up again, he really had some signs of fever.

Xing Ming stayed in Yu's house for another two days, but there were not many opportunities to meet Yu Zhongye in these two days.Usually just before going to bed, Taizhang Yu showed his face in front of the bed in the bedroom, kissed his forehead, and said good night.

Xing Ming knows that Taili has made another big move recently. Its subsidiary has cooperated with a real estate giant to build a top-level CBD centered on the Pearl Terrace headquarters building.Surprisingly, the partner this time is not Sheng Yu.Director Yu's consistent style since his succession, every project is high-cost and high-return, which has attracted much attention and is also on the cusp of the storm.

On the one hand, he has to deal with all kinds of bureaucrats, and on the other hand, he has to wrestle with capital brokers. Everyone knows that the emperor is comfortable, but who knows that the dragon chair is difficult to sit on, and the heights are extremely cold.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Director Yu came back.At this time, Xing Ming was already lying on the bed, but he was not ready to go to sleep. He was holding a laptop computer and finishing the short film to be broadcast in the next issue of "Oriental Vision".

Xing Ming was already familiar with the sound of Yu Zhongye's footsteps, but it seemed that there was more than one person coming.

"I didn't know you were here until I asked Uncle Lin," a very clear and young male voice, and Xing Ming heard the people outside shout clearly, "Dad."

It was Yu Shaoai who came, and Xing Ming got up from the bed in a panic. He quickly dressed and leaned against the crack of the door to listen to the sound outside.Yu Shaoai said a few more words and carefully identified the voice of this young master whom he had never met before. He should have heard it somewhere.

"Grandpa is looking for you and you won't show up," Yu Shaoai joked with her father, "Didn't you hide a little mother here with him behind my back?"

The doorknob of the bedroom turned slightly, and Xing Ming took a step back.Yu Shaoai may break in at any time.

"It's hidden." Yu Zhongye outside the door didn't stop him, "Look for yourself."

Perhaps these words were too frank, but Yu Shaoai didn't doubt it, and finally let go of the hand holding the doorknob.

"Is the internship still interesting?"

"It's okay, my master who was praised by Uncle Lin, I haven't met yet..."

It could be heard that it was impossible for Yu Shaoai to leave in a short time.It's a joy for father and son to have a family relationship, so what's the point of keeping him an outsider?After Xing Ming figured it out, he swiftly climbed out of his bedroom from the window sill on the third floor, but unfortunately he couldn't stand firmly when he landed and sprained his foot.

Regardless of the foot injury, he fled in a hurry under the cover of night.