The emperor can't do it [entertainment circle]

Everyone hurriedly called it a day, and went back to the hotel hooked shoulders. The filming stage of this big drama has come to an end. Director Liu is preparing to release it in time for the Spring Festival. Many actors have already wrapped up and left, including He Siyao, who was previously fancy-faced. , the rest of them are quite acquainted, especially conscientiously ordering the most expensive, anyway, they are not polite to Song Xuyao, and they eat happily with laughter and laughter.

Song Xuyao ​​has always been a good drinker, probably because he was too happy today. He got drunk after being toasted one by one. He was so drunk that he wanted to pester Qiao Zhiyuan for a drink to celebrate the separation of yin and yang... Ah, bah, it's living in two places The bitter days can be regarded as getting over the hotness.

Xiao Yan thought the same as Song Xuyao, and happily ate two more bowls of rice.

As the so-called strong wine is cowardly, Song Xuyao ​​is usually a little bit cowardly, but now he came closer to distinguish the coke in Xiao Yan's glass with disgust, and brought a glass of red wine to persuade Xiao Yan: "This wine tastes good. Take a sip? I promise not to tell my brother."

Xiao Yan glanced at the dangling red wine glass in his hand, and shook his head resolutely, "It is often said in the little story books that if you get drunk at night, your butt will hurt the next day."

Song Xuyao ​​was taken aback: "... What kind of small story book are you reading? Let's share it?"

Qiao Zhiyuan gave him a shudder with a dark face when he heard the words, grabbed the collar and dragged him away, and then let this guy let himself go, maybe the police uncle would check the water meter.

The next day, Song Xuyao ​​limped on the plane.

Xiao Yan looked him up and down: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Xuyao ​​twisted his waist uncomfortably paralyzed in his position, and replied hoarsely: "My butt hurts."

"Oh..." Xiao Yan was thoughtful, "Then what's wrong with your voice?"

Didn't he cry and shout to be dumb last night...Jiu Zhuang is so cowardly, he is extra bold when provocative, and he was coaxed to unlock several new poses, and in the end he almost died. All his moral integrity of the past twenty years was wiped out, and even the newly established socialist core values ​​completely collapsed.

Song Xuyao ​​spread out the magazine and covered his hot face, and said weakly, "Throat throat."

Xiao Yan nodded half-understood, it seems that what was said in the little story book is not entirely correct, not only will the butt hurt when drunk, but the throat will also be unavoidable.

It's just that the guy in the storybook was a drunkard who fell down the stairs and broke his ass. Song Xuyao ​​is so fierce that he can break his throat with tossing, admiration.

Qiao Zhiyuan covered Song Xuyao ​​with a blanket thoughtfully, and then lifted the back of his head and stuffed it with a pillow. Feeling a little regretful about what he did too much yesterday, he reached into the blanket and rubbed Song Xuyao's inner thigh, and asked him in a low voice: "Is it still sour?"

"Don't, hey, don't get so close..." Song Xuyao's back was straightened by the pressure, and he gritted his teeth wanting to cry, "It's so hard to touch me again... Aw, be gentle... ..."

Qiao Zhiyuan looked disgusted, wishing to shut up Song Xuyao's non-stop moaning, and he didn't stop massaging his hands.

"Don't look at evil, don't listen to evil..." Xiao Yanwu muttered to himself, but his eyes kept looking sideways.

Because of the cover of the blanket, from the angle next to him, you can only see Song Xuyao ​​bulging out a big bag, moving up and down, left, right, and right in a regular way, and Song Xuyao ​​is grinning, not knowing whether it is pain or enjoyment Anyway, it's a distorted face.

This style of painting is so beautiful that it is a bit indescribable.

Xiao Xianyan was stuffed with a handful of dog food helplessly, "Woof."

Qiao Zhiyuan rolled his eyes when he saw that he was hesitant to speak, "Say something quickly."

The first-class cabin was not full, and their seats were at the back. Xiao Yan looked around cautiously, but no one paid attention to it, so he poked his head out and asked in a low voice: "How much is my deposit???"

Song Xuyao, who was in pain but also happy, immediately pricked up his ears.

Qiao Zhiyuan was still helping Xiao Yan manage the accounts, and looked at him suspiciously, "Why are you asking this?"

"Lao Song's birthday is coming soon," Xiao Yan waved his hand, "As long as I can make Lao Song smile, I will lose everything!"

It sounds like a big spender.

Especially has the demeanor of a generation of faint kings!

"You have neither a house nor a property," Qiao Zhiyuan said with a cold face, "you can only sell the iron."

"Don't pay attention to these details. The point is that I want to give Lao Song an unforgettable birthday gift." Xiao Yanguang felt very proud when he thought about it.

"Oh, you are selling everything just to give Young Master Song a birthday present," Qiao Zhiyuan asked, "Then what about Young Master Song's birthday next year?"

Xiao Yan raised his chin: "...money can be earned again."

Qiao Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows: "Probably, if you're still alive next year."

Xiao Yan: ▼_▼

"Stop," Song Xuyao ​​couldn't lie down anymore, "I have a way to get the best of both worlds!"

Xiao Yan: "..."

Qiao Zhiyuan: "..."

"Hey, don't you believe me," Song Xuyao ​​was furious, "What do you think, what is my brother's favorite?"

Xiao Yan's eyes lit up: "Fish!"

"Bah! I want to eat all day long!" Song Xuyao ​​really hated Xiao Yan, "Of course my brother likes you the most besides me."

Qiao Zhiyuan's eyes twitched: "Hehe."

Xiao Yan blushed: "Even including you, Lao Song still likes me the most."

"Tsk, it's too little, so the point is, the best gift is yourself!" Song Xuyao ​​was so excited that he threw up the quilt and walked across the aisle to squat in front of Xiao Yan, and said, "Of course, just give yourself to me in a daze." Brother, there are no surprises, right? Just like this, tie a bow on yourself. Anyway, you can make any knot except a dead knot. It’s up to you to wear clothes or not... Of course, the effect will be great if you don’t wear them, and then you can find another one. Big gift box, hide yourself in it, and jump out as soon as my brother walks in..."

Xiao Yan was stunned for a while, and took out a notebook from his schoolbag very studiously, "Speak slowly, I will write it down!"

"That's right, good boy." Song Xuyao ​​patted him on the shoulder in relief, feeling that he was really a child.

The two furry heads huddled together and chattered for a while, until the stewardess couldn't stand it anymore and came up to remind him, Song Xuyao ​​happily sat back on his seat, and added: "I think it's just a strap or the packaging is too rough. , there is no sincerity at all, there are very interesting things on the Internet... Ahem, clothes are for sale, I will send you a link later."

Brother, you're welcome, brother, I can only help you so far!

"It makes sense..." Xiao Yan thought about it carefully and nodded in agreement, remembering every stroke carefully.

Qiao Zhiyuan glanced at Song Xuyao ​​sharply: "Abetting minors is a crime."

Song Xuyao ​​lay down on the back of the chair with a guilty conscience, and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey, my butt hurts~~"

Qiao Zhiyuan: "Shut up."

Song Xuyao: "QWQ!"

My daughter-in-law is really ruthless.

And Xiao Yan finally stopped writing, and after thinking about it for a while, he had a flash of inspiration... There it is!

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