I heard that I don't sing love songs [Entertainment]

If he keeps silent to Yi Zhou, Brother Yuan will probably have to fire him immediately.

Neither of the two people who protect the calf can be provoked.

Bai Lin dealt with Yizhou's interrogation in a dumbfounded manner, ranging from work arrangements to Zong Yuan's sleep for a few hours last night. Everything was trivial, and Bai Lin suddenly understood who Zong Yuan was reporting to in the car. .

Fortunately, Bai Lin was by his side most of the time when Zong Yuan made the report, and he had also heard about Zong Yuan's lies.

It's just... Yizhou's smile became colder and colder, and Bai Lin's voice became softer and weaker, and he became flustered uncontrollably.

"Well... brother Zhou is thirsty, shall I buy you a bottle of water?" Bai Lin asked hesitantly, his buttocks took up a quarter of the chair, and he stood up very smoothly.

Yi Zhou let out a "hmm", put his legs up on the small bench next to him, and leaned back slightly.

Bai Linde got the order to get rid of it, stood up and slipped away. Yi Zhou turned his head slightly to look at Zong Yuan in the distance. From being clumsy at the beginning, he slowly entered the state. The whiteness of the waist revealed by Joyo, and the attractiveness of his far son, so many people have to see it.

I really don't want to.

Yi Zhou said he wanted to be a supervisor, so he just sat there and watched it all afternoon. When it was completely dark outside, Yi Zhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up and changed the original music on the stereo into a special song for disco.

Zong Yuan was practicing, when the accompaniment sound in his ears changed instantly, he almost slipped and fell, the loud music made people's eardrums hurt, Zong Yuan looked in the direction of the speaker, and saw Yi Zhou leaned against the wall, looking at him innocently.

Zong Yuan pointed to the speaker, and looked at Yi Zhou suspiciously. Yi Zhou bent down and pressed it a few times, finally stopping the cannibalistic music.

"Brother Yuan, I'm hungry." Yi Zhou raised his eyes and smiled at him imitating the tone of others.

Zong Yuan's face changed a few times, he was called Brother Yuan by all kinds of people, but Yizhou alone...

When did Yizhou learn this trick? Zong Yuan wiped the sweat off his neck by pulling his collar. The clock on the wall pointed to seven o’clock. It was indeed getting late. He dragged himself to thank the dance teacher and let the staff ready to off work.

Yi Zhou looked at his drenched back, took the cotton padded clothes brought by Bai Lin and wrapped him up, "Go out after a rest?"

Zong Yuan shook his head. If he didn't leave, the staff had to stay with him, "Go back to the hotel first, I'll take a shower."

Yi Zhou had no objection, and walked out of the borrowed dance training room with Zong Yuan. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the sweat-soaked hair on Zong Yuan's forehead instantly became cold. Yi Zhou worried that he would get sick, so he took off his hat Putting it on his head, "The commemorative song MV has spent so much effort, you really treat it like your own son."

Zong Yuan raised the corners of his lips, revealing a not-so-manly smile, "Every capital is my own son."

Yi Zhou smacked his lips, tilted his head and asked him, "Which one hurts the most?"

Zong Yuan hesitated for two seconds, and answered frankly: "Ignorance."

Yi Zhou got a satisfactory answer, and chuckled lightly, a little proudly, "Ignorance" is his real father!

After Zong Yuan took a shower in the hotel, Yi Zhou understood that he had worked too hard after practicing dancing for a day, so he didn't drag him out again, and called someone to bring the food.

Yi Zhou was considerate of his legs, but not his waist. He stared at the intermittent cold white patch on his waist all afternoon, thinking about it long ago. Before Zong Yuan had time to digest it, he would The man was pressed on the bed, and his hands were unambiguous, especially when he leaned back slightly in emotion, in Yizhou's eyes, the sunken waist was infinite spring, tempting his restless heart.

After tossing back and forth several times, Zong Yuan was already exhausted, his soft hair was stained with sweat, and he pushed Yi Zhou's chest with weak hands, saying intermittently: "Brother, brother, it's almost there."

Yi Zhou held back for so long, how could he say it was over, he leaned down and kissed him on the face a few more times, with distressed tone: "Yuan'er tired?"

Zong Yuan said "hmm", his eyes were slightly red and he discussed, "Shall we rest?"

Although Yi Zhou's words were full of distress, he didn't intend to stop, "Persist for a while, can Yuan'er do it?"

Zong Yuan panted heavily, coping with him one after another, looking at him with so much love in his eyes, he couldn't say the words of rejection after all, "Okay..."

Yi Zhou gave him a rewarding kiss, tender and lingering.

When Zongyuan woke up the next morning, not to mention going to dance practice, it was difficult to raise his arms. The person beside him was hungry for a long time, and he had to compromise with both soft and hard tactics.

Zong Yuan looked at Yizhou who was sleeping soundly, the resentment in his eyes was getting heavier and heavier, and he kicked him at last.

When Yi Zhou was driven out of the hotel with his luggage in his arms, he regretted that he was too anxious. He would have paid in installments if he knew it earlier.

He sighed, but had no choice but to obediently take a ride back to his home in City Z to handle various accounts. Zong Yuan is not in City A, so it doesn't make sense for him to stay there every day.

Without Yi Zhou's interruption, Zong Yuan's MV shooting progressed much faster, and the week-long dance training made the whole film even more beautiful.

Fast forward to the end of the new year, Zong Yuan finished all his work, and it snowed heavily in City A, and the new year will be two days away. He recorded a New Year's greeting video in advance according to the company's requirements. A few short sentences are the same as in previous years, but he changed his clothes every year difference.

The whole city was covered in heavy snow, and the streets were crowded with people rushing home for a reunion. The faces of people coming and going were filled with haste and anticipation. Zong Yuan packed his luggage and waited for the next day's flight.

In the early morning of the second day, the crisp ringtone disturbed his dream, Zong Yuan groped for a while, and found his mobile phone from under the pillow.

"Yuan'er, are you still sleeping?" Yi Zhou's clear voice came from the handset.

Zong Yuan rubbed his eyes, his still-awake head was already directing him to answer, "Brother."

Yi Zhou laughed, "Come and open the door for me, city A is too cold."

Zong Yuan was startled, and sat up from the bed, "Open the door?"

"Yeah, my brother built you a snowman outside." Yi Zhou agreed.

Zong Yuan lifted the quilt, ignoring the cold air blowing on his face, and hurried downstairs with his slippers on.

He stepped on the wooden floor so loudly that Yi Zhou over there couldn't help but remind him with a smile, "Slow down, don't worry."

Zong Yuan gave a faint "hmm", but still did not slow down.

When I opened the door, I saw Yi Zhou standing outside, with a huge scarf around his neck covering most of his face. He laughed when he saw Zong Yuan's hair blown up, moved away, and guided him to look back, "Yuan'er , look at the snowman made by brother, does it look like you?"

A half-person-high snowman stood at the gate, and Yi Zhou picked out a few pebbles to create a pair of eyes for it. The simple-minded appearance didn't know how similar it was to himself.

Zong Yuan admired the snowman speechlessly, but suddenly noticed that Yi Zhou was rubbing his hands to keep warm, and his ears were even red from the cold.

"Brother came early?" Zong Yuan asked.

Yi Zhou nodded, "The tickets for the Spring Festival Transport are too hard to buy. I managed to get one, but unfortunately it was in the middle of the night. I thought you wouldn't get up. Why don't you build a snowman in the yard for you to play with?"

A warm current flowed through Zong Yuan's heart, and he stretched out his hand to pull him in, "I'll get you cold medicine."

Yi Zhou stared at the thin clothes on his body, waved his hands and said, "Go and put on a coat."

Thinking about Zong Yuan's stubborn temper, he added: "Tell me where it is, and I'll get it myself."

It's not that Zong Yuan is not afraid of the cold, he was a little excited and didn't notice it just now, but when he realized the cold, he saw Yi Zhou's frozen red nose reminding him not to ignore him.

But Yi Zhou has already said that, if he doesn't listen, he will be the one who will get angry later, Zong Yuan said a direction and went back to the bedroom silently.

Yizhou followed what he said and found a white box, and opened the box with all kinds of medicines, sleeping pills, cold medicine, stomach medicine, bruise spray, etc. Those who didn't know thought he was opening the door for business. of.

However, Yi Zhou shook the vial containing stomach medicine and painkillers, and there seemed to be few left. He remembered that there was no stomach medicine at home when he had a stomach attack a few months ago. During the time when he lived apart from him, he unexpectedly Already ate so much.

Yi Zhou's face darkened, he put the medicine back in place calmly, broke open the cold medicine and stuffed two into his mouth.

The bitter taste instantly filled the entire nasal cavity, and the taste buds were a little dull. He frowned, and took the cold water next to him for the night to wash down the unbearable smell.

Who would like to take medicine, but Zong Yuan never knew how to avoid it, he didn't care about his body, and he was expressionless when he stuffed the pill into his mouth.

"Brother, have you taken the medicine?" Zong Yuan came out after changing into warm clothes, seeing what Yi Zhou was thinking with his arms propped up.

Yi Zhou reached out to him, "Come here."

Zong Yuan walked over obediently. There was a huge difference in temperature across a glass, and the window was filled with fog. Yi Zhou raised his hand and touched his head, then put it on his shoulder, "You are heartless, I don't want to I came to see you, you don’t even know how to call your elder brother to celebrate the New Year together.”

Yizhou's parents died in a car accident when he was in middle school, so for him, this kind of reunion festival has nowhere to go.Zong Yuan has a mother, but Zong Yuan has no intention of taking it back. The people who have almost no connection are supported by blood and money.

Zong Yuan didn't speak, but rubbed his head against his palm twice, like a small animal begging to be petted, obedient and obedient.

Yi Zhou looked sideways, knowing that there was a lot of thought hidden under this meek and harmless face, he sighed silently, not wanting to disturb the two people's New Year with unhappy things.

"I bought a plane ticket, today's." Zong Yuan retorted with his head tilted after enjoying his smooth hair.

Yi Zhou froze for a moment, then smiled, it seemed that the pain was not in vain, the little heartless man already knew that he was looking for a home at this time.

The author has something to say: the mouth of a lover, the mouth of a deceiving ghost...

Zong Yuan: Shall we rest?

Yi Zhou: Good. (working hard)