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If it was in the kind of article about nurturing and becoming true love, Bai Yueyang would be a proper gold master.

He should be worshiped and loved as a god by the beautiful little stars, and they will try their best to please him and invite him to favor him.

There will also be a bed partner who loves him to the bone but holds back silently, and then waits for the day when he really can't bear his flirtatiousness, and then breaks up in grief.

If you are lucky, you may also usher in the repentance of the benefactor and the return of the prodigal son.

It's a pity that the person Bai Yueyang met and fell in love with in this life was not a sadomasochist, but the little Mr. Zhou who never knew what it was to suffer, and who was wronged would definitely pay back ten times.

So scum is scum, and if something happens, no matter how big or small, the first reaction can only be to rush to coax it.

Cang's father's Weibo post has caused a lot of trouble. Countless readers who are also fans of books and reject film and television, have long been unwilling to accept the online drama "Floating and Sinking Records". There is no reason to continue to bear it, let alone those professional black actors who follow the troubled waters to have fun. For a while, the web series and the main creators were almost hacked out of the sky.

It was another bloody storm that swept across the entire network. It seemed that once it got involved with the IP of "Floating and Sinking", there would never be a time when it would not be unreasonable.

Bai Yueyang is no longer in the mood to argue with Li Canger about the inappropriateness of such an approach. No matter how greedy and worldly he is, his friend is also a writer, with the nobility and innocence of a literati. Contradictions don't go out of your mind.

When I hurried home from MIX, I had half packed my luggage for the weekend.

Living together for nearly a month made the house full of the atmosphere of the weekend. His things were scattered all over the place, and he couldn't clean them up anytime soon.

Bai Yueyang looked around, his house was rummaged as if it had been robbed, he was still poking his ass in front of the closet to look for his things on weekends, picking out one and throwing it back, shirts, trousers, ties and cotton socks were all over the place. The bed dragged and fell on the floor, and he didn't say anything about turning around to pick it up.

"What are you doing?!" Seeing this, Bai Yueyang's heart turned cold.

At the end of the weekend, he asked without answering, "Can't see? Are you blind?"

This sentence was unceremonious, and the tone was as indifferent as a sharp ice skate.

Bai Yueyang stepped forward, grabbed the back of Zhou weekend's neck and threw him on the big bed covered with messy clothes. A metal buckle of a belt happened to hit Young Master Zhou's buttocks. Stopped, and cursed: "My uncle!"

"Are you... wanting to leave?" The old man frowned, holding Zhou Mo's shoulders tightly with his hands.

At the end of the weekend, he curled his lips and didn't even want to say anything.

Bai Yueyang had no choice but to take a deep breath, suppressing the negative emotions caused by the shock of "wanting to leave at the end of the weekend" forcibly, pulled the corner of his mouth and asked, "Can you tell uncle the reason? Did you not eat well or sleep well?" ?”

He likes to play straight balls on weekends and weekends, and he hates Bai Yueyang's current temptation of pretending to be ignorant. He angrily broke away from the opponent's hand, and said disdainfully: "If you know what you are asking, Mr. Bai is easy to calculate. How many days are there before August [-]th?" How many days? Are you flirting with my male god, planning to use web dramas as a stepping stone for your own movie?"

Bai Yueyang secretly scolded Li Cang'er for being a bastard for not doing good things and only causing trouble to others. He lowered his face and said seriously: "At the end of the weekend, I thought we should learn to trust each other."

At the end of the week, he sneered, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Huh? It's almost over. When Daddy Cang posted on Weibo, how dare you say that you were not with him? Didn't you give the staff officer his swearing words?"

As he said, he took the phone from the bedside, and looked at Weibo. The author of the original author's crusade against the web drama is not over yet. Some comments that supported the web drama were even hung up by Li Cang'er. come out.

This time, Li Canger hinted at everyone that he was bullied by the producers of online dramas, and complained about the hardships of the road to film and television. In the end, he bluntly said that those who love online dramas and Xia Yicen's version of Daochang are not pure fans of his father, He is a traitor, a traitor, a big traitor, and he should be expelled from the fandom and blacklisted.

"Damn it." At the end of the weekend, he wanted to throw Weibo on Bai Yueyang's face and show him to shame, but he couldn't help but swear, and started to study by himself: "What's wrong with Dad Cang?" , Is he suffering from bipolar disorder? Did you let him do this, just to set off the release of the film version?"

At the end of the weekend, he held up his mobile phone to show Bai Yueyang. Li Cang'er was swiping the screen, talking about the domineering and deceitful producers of the drama version, and the role's connection to the group; Eight years, a special gift for the readers of "Floating and Sinking".

"It's not me," Bai Yueyang explained with a sullen face: "Old Li also bought shares, he is worried about the box office."

"Hehe, Dad Cang is really good at playing routines. Pulling, stepping, and bringing forth new ones with ease," weekend weekend casually folded the clothes scattered around him, and said calmly, "It's very similar to Boss Bai's usual tricks." Ah, how many friendly pointers have you given?"

Bai Yueyang's face was completely dark, and his body swayed, as if he had been hit by something and couldn't stand still.

"At the end of the weekend," he started to feel ringing in his ears, he gritted his teeth and called out to his unscrupulous little boyfriend, and asked sadly, "We both have this kind of relationship, you just miss me like that without asking about anything? "

At the end of the weekend, he sneered, and there was an unknown fire running around in his stomach, and it quickly rushed into his head, burning him a little bit, "What does this have to do with our private contacts? Or do you think it's inappropriate? Then we You two can be okay now!"

What is slander and slander, what is soft knife killing, Bai Yueyang can be understood from his mouth at the end of the weekend.

He glanced at Zhou Mo angrily, walked out in silence, slammed the door of the cloakroom and rushed out, and soon ran back with something.

At the end of the weekend, he knew that he had gone too far just now. On the love strategy of "How to Be a Good Boyfriend" he read, it was written clearly that breaking up should not be used as a bargaining chip for threats, so why did he forget it.

Tong Yan Wuji Tong Yan Wuji, 24-year-old children are also children.

He comforted himself in this way, and took the initiative to talk to the old man who broke in again: "Well, I thought you were going to run away from home."

When Bai Yueyang heard him mention the word "home", half of the anger in his heart subsided. He threw the things in front of Weekend, and said coldly: "Look at this, and you still say that we are okay?"

At the end of the weekend, I picked up the bound thin pages of paper, opened it, and my mind went blank, I was so shocked that I didn't know what expression to make, so I had to let my five senses tangle spontaneously, and didn't say a word for a long time.

This is a huge life insurance contract that Bai Yueyang bought for himself. It was just half a month ago, and his name on weekends and weekends was clearly written in the beneficiary column.

"Bai, bai..." Young Master Zhou ran out of rare words.

Bai Yueyang thought that he was moved, so with a little pride, he stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, "It's such a big deal, it's worth it for you..."

"Bai Yueyang," Zhou Mo interrupted him, looking as if he had regained his composure, "This is fucking embarrassing."

Bai Yueyang didn't get the desired effect, he asked persistently: "Embarrassing? You don't like it?"

Shaking his head at the end of the weekend: "Don't you think this is a bit too much? I'm starting to feel stressed, I think I need to move out, reconsider our relationship...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, a tall figure enveloped his head, and kisses fell on his lips overwhelmingly.

The rest of the words were blocked back by a deep kiss with a sense of punishment. Bai Yueyang's movements were a bit rough. This was no longer a kiss, but more like a bite that wanted to eat people down.

At the end of the weekend, his body was pressed hard on the bed by the old man and he couldn't move at all. He started to lack oxygen, and when his eyes went black for a while, he suddenly had an idea——this time, he probably really stepped on Uncle Bai's bottom line.

There should be H here, remove the bracelet and plug the beads Play, and complete it later.