lip gun

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when Xing Ming woke up. On weekdays, he would get up at six o'clock, run in the morning, take a shower, eat breakfast, and listen to CNN news... It is rare for the biological clock to be so out of time. The other half was Yu Zhongye's fault - Xing Ming was almost 20 years younger than Yu Zhongye, but he didn't get any advantage in the physical confrontation.Xing Ming's waist was sore and his legs hurt, and he lay on the bed for a while before fully waking up. His eyes were still a little blurry, but fortunately he was not blind.He walked into the bathroom naked and faced the mirror on the vanity.He was startled first, and then he was stunned for a few seconds. He was disgusted by the man in the mirror, dirty and unseemly.

Xing Ming found brand new gargles in the bathroom and took another shower.The clothes had already been packed away, so he had to put on Yu Zhongye's shirt, which was one size too big, but his 1.8 meters five was not bad.

Put that little negative emotion in your heart, hide your high beams, pack yourself as energetic as possible, walk out of the bedroom, and walk down the stairs.

Yu Zhongye was already there, and when he heard someone approaching, he raised his head and glanced at Xing Ming: "Come and sit."

Xing Ming obediently sat in the seat next to Yu Zhongye, facing a table of light dishes, lowered his head, and wolfed down.My stomach is not feeling well right now, I'm starving to death.

Yu Zhongye has maintained a eating habit of only eating seven percent full all year round, and now he doesn't move his chopsticks anymore.He sized up Xing Ming for a moment, then suddenly stretched out his hand to pinch his chin—Xing Ming instinctively raised his hand to block, his wrist bumped into his wrist, and there was a loud "snap". close.

When I met a pair of deep eyes, I realized who the other party was, regretted it, and shouted seriously, teacher.

"You don't look too good," Yu Zhongye said without being angry, "Give yourself a few days off."

These words are so fresh, the instigator here is crying cats and mice, Xing Ming habitually refuses: "Today is Monday, I have to go to Taili..."

"I won't let you rest in vain," Yu Zhongye interrupted Xing Ming, and pushed the stack of documents that were originally on the table to his eyes, "Look."

It was quite thick, and Xing Ming opened the folder suspiciously. On the first two pages, there were a few words printed on it—the director’s mailbox. Xing Ming knew that there was a tradition in the Pearl Tower at the beginning of the self-supporting platform. To report, complain or respond to internal conflicts among the people.But under normal circumstances, the director of the Pearl TV station has a lot of time to deal with, and it is impossible to reply one by one. Most of these emails and letters are handled by the people in the director's office, and no one really bothers them as time goes by.

Xing Ming was taken aback. He always thought that the director's mailbox was just a decoration, a deliberate act of being close to the people and a face-saving project, but he didn't expect that Yu Zhongye would actually ask people to sort out and print those reports and complaints. Come out and take a moment to take a look.

Xing Ming glanced roughly, and found that the content on the paper was basically related to himself, but there was not a single word of praise or affirmation, and each one was full of criticism and impeachment.

In the case where the industry background is a producer system, almost all hosts are used to narrating scripts, but Xing Ming obviously disdains to only be the microphone for the editor-director. He often proposes topic selection, even during the recording process of the program, he repeatedly broke out conflicts with the producers and directors, and often made people feel embarrassed in public.

For example, during the two sessions, he ordered all members of the group to bring their bedding into the news center, and even weddings and funerals were not allowed to ask for leave; "Prepare"... Xing Ming doesn't remember that he has done so many stupid things, and generally no one reminds him. It is not uncommon to see that "Pearl Connection" is not out of the box, it will make people cry when it should be sensational, and it will be thought-provoking when it should be sharp.Therefore, everyone in the news center feared him like a tiger, and only dared to complain, complain in private, or simply send anonymous emails to the director.

From these emails, Xing Ming knew a self he had never known before, tough, sharp, even mean and vicious.

He competes with the topic, the script, the lens, everything, the director, the post-production, the camera, and everyone else.

In the final analysis, it's not that you don't want to lose to others, but you don't want to lose to yourself.

Yu Zhongye took a sip of tea and said, "What do you think?"

Xing Ming said truthfully: "A bitch, not very attractive."

Yu Zhongye put down the tea set: "I saw a very ideal young media person, but he was thinking about flying before he knew how to run. He was too impatient."

Lao Chen also said the same thing, but the context and meaning are completely different.Xing Ming went through the words in his mind as quickly as possible, but luckily the implication of the words seemed to be more praise than criticism.

"If you want to invite, you can invite, if you want to keep, it's the art of leadership." Yu Zhongye slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, and looked into Xing Ming's eyes, "Only based on this, you are not as good as Lao Chen."

It's not that Xing Ming can't bear criticism, and it's not that he refuses to admit defeat to Lao Chen, but Yu Zhongye has a sense of oppression that cannot be ignored when his face is expressionless. comfortable.

"I'm full." Xing Ming desperately wanted to escape this oppressive feeling, but just as he stood up, Yu Zhongye who was sitting suddenly pulled him over and forced him to sit on his lap.

A woman who was busy at the dining table glanced at them. She looked like she was in her thirties, she was extremely short, and she was very quick in her hands and feet.Xing Ming knew that her name was Phoebe, she was from a small country in Southeast Asia, and she had been taking care of Yu Zhongye's daily life for a long time.

In front of Phoebe, Yu Zhongye pushed his knee between Xing Ming's legs, and started to unbutton his first shirt.

Phoebe never took her eyes off him.

Xing Ming couldn't stand other people's eyes like this, mixed with contempt and pity, it was more ruthless and sharper than a knife.His whole body was stiff, and his spine was twisted in a very weird way, like a cat with bristling back hair, showing a state of high tension and anxiety.

Yu Zhongye completely unbuttoned Xing Ming's shirt, revealing a body full of traces of lust. His fingers kneaded his nipples familiarly, making them firm and protruding, and then stretched his chest muscles to slide down, all the way to his belly.

"Teacher... don't be here..." Xing Ming burned completely, his body surface was hot, he was panting rapidly, and his sweat was like oil from his body.

"Relax," Yu Zhongye said suddenly, "The button is crooked." He put his arms around Xing Ming's waist, and buttoned up his shirt one by one.

Xing Ming couldn't remember if he had really screwed up the buttons before he walked out of the bathroom, but a few seconds later he saw a hint of playfulness in Yu Zhongye's eyes.

This look actually made Xing Ming's heart beat out of rhythm. The man's eyelashes are unusually long and dense, reflecting this pair of naturally passionate and deep eyes, like the green hills by the lake, casting their reflections on Bo Xin.

Xing Ming held his breath slightly, feeling a slender and cold finger slowly stroking the corners of his lips and chin... Then he saw Taichang Yu smiled and said, take a good rest, such a beautiful face, it's a pity to leave scars .

There was still a faint mark on Xing Ming's face, which was caused by a conflict with the security guard that day, and it was smashed in front of Yu Zhongye in the director's office.