you look delicious

Du Yuanxi and Ning Xinhe entered the toilet cubicle one after the other, and as soon as the door was closed, they couldn't wait to kiss each other. Both of them were a little out of breath, but it was hard to do anything in this place, so they could only kiss each other. Acacia.

Du Yuanxi reluctantly let go of Ning Xinhe's lips, hugged him into his arms, let the other person feel the beating heart in his chest, and conveyed his love.

Ning Xinhe leaned against him lazily for a while, and asked, "I haven't seen you in three months, do you miss me?"

Du Yuanxi said softly: "Although we haven't met each other, we haven't always been in contact with each other by phone."

"Hmph." Ning Xinhe snorted arrogantly, "What's the use of having someone else's heart with me!"

With a smile on the corner of Du Yuanxi's mouth, he deliberately asked him: "Why, do you want me to stay with you and my heart to follow others?"

Ning Xinhe gave him a sharp look, and poked Du Yuanxi's chest with his fingers: "This is mine, and your whole body is also mine, all mine!"

While coaxing him, Du Yuanxi pressed him against the wooden board of the compartment and kissed him fiercely again: "Yeah, it's all yours."

Ning Xinhe struggled and pushed him away: "Okay, it's too long for the two big men to go to the toilet, it will make people suspicious."

He left first with his head probed. Du Yuanxi heard the sound of footsteps outside, and then walked out slowly. He straightened his suit and tie in front of the mirror, and left after everything returned to normal.

Ding Meng's wine glass touched the wine glass of Xie Yuanzhan, a business tycoon, and when he turned to leave, he saw Du Yuanxi had returned. Looking at the other party's serious appearance, Ding Meng asked knowingly, "Are you full?"

Du Yuanxi couldn't help rolling her eyes gracefully: "I went to the bathroom, but you asked me if I was full. I'm afraid others might misunderstand something when they heard it."

Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that he was amused by his own words. For a while, he covered his stomach and laughed, and Xie Yuanzhan, who had not yet left, stretched out his hand and patted Ding Meng on the back, and kept silent until the other party had laughed enough leave.

Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, Ding Meng wiped them away casually, and said to Du Yuanxi, "Anyway, as long as you understand what I mean." He looked in Ning Xinhe's direction, and asked himself, "It should be because I haven't eaten enough."

Du Yuanxi walked together with Ding Meng with a normal expression, and whispered: "Don't gossip like that, don't forget the business tonight."

Ding Meng sighed: "Brother Xinhe is also an artist under you, don't always think about me, you should give Brother Xinhe a chance, many people don't know that his manager is you."

Feeling inexplicably depressed, Du Yuanxi didn't want to continue this topic with Ding Meng: "Take care of yourself first."

As Ding Meng said, he and Ning Xinhe are both artists under Du Yuanxi. The difference is that Du Yuanxi is just a manager and friend to him, but to Ning Xinhe, he is not just a manager. , but also a boyfriend.

It's just one more word, but it's a completely different relationship.

Ding Meng and Ning Xinhe entered Tianyu at the same time, and when Ding Meng realized that the relationship between Ning Xinhe and Du Yuanxi was different, the two had already been so secretive that even the parents of both parties had met.

Now is Ding Meng's third year in Tianyu, his career in the entertainment circle is flourishing, while Ning Xinhe, who is Du Yuanxi's lover, is still on the fringes of the entertainment circle.

In fact, Ning Xinhe's conditions are not bad, he is serious in his work, and his personality and appearance are impeccable, but... he just can't get popular.

Ding Meng thought: as long as Du Yuanxi is willing to give more of the resources he gets to Brother Xinhe, Brother Xinhe will not be in such a miserable state now.

... seems to find the crux of the problem.

Although Ning Xinhe didn't know much about the person at the banquet, he was still downed with several glasses of wine. He felt dizzy, and groped to a corner where no one was paying attention, and fell asleep there.

In a hazy dream, he came to a place that was exactly the same as the bookstore he went to today, but the bookshelves in the dream were empty. He wandered among the bookshelves curiously, and a strange color came into the corner of his eyes.

When he approached, he saw a bamboo slip placed at the bottom of a bookshelf, which was exactly the same as the one he used in acting.

Feeling curious, Ning Xinhe picked it up, rolled it up, and saw that the first piece of bamboo was written in ink: actor;

Then unroll, the second piece of bamboo reads: self-cultivation;

Continue to unroll, and sure enough, the third piece of bamboo reads: Russia Konstantin Stanislavsky.

"..." What the hell? !

The characters on the bamboo slips were purely handwritten, not typefaces, and it exuded the fragrance of ink, which made Ning Xinhe a little fond of it.

I don't know if this store sells this kind of thing, has it paid copyright fees to other authors, and has it obtained permission?Just as he was thinking, the world rotated and he was shaken awake.

The banquet was over, and only the servants were left to clean up and tidy up the mess. Ning Xinhe struggled to get up. Fortunately, the driver, Lao Zhao, was still waiting for him outside.

Old Zhao looked at him in a daze: "I thought you were going to stay here tonight, if you don't come out, I'm leaving."

Ning Xinhe lay on the back seat: "I'm staying here, and I'm not afraid of other people's gossip. I thought I was on the Su family's lap and was someone's lover."

Old Zhao sighed softly: "Then the other party has to look up to you. His lovers are all beautiful women who can match each other."

He usually likes to watch gossip news, and the only ones who can make gossip with Su Peishen are beautiful and big-breasted female stars, so he won't get a male star like Ning Xinhe.

Ning Xinhe said casually: "Don't believe those gossips. Although the Su family looks rich and rich, they have a lot of money, but it is not easy to achieve their current status. Master Su's real lover must be well protected by him. , maybe it’s a man.”

Old Zhao looked Ning Xinhe up and down at this moment, and shook his head: "That's not your turn."

This sentence was undoubtedly a critical blow. Ning Xinhe was half sober. He sat up and smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, take me home quickly, so you can get off work and rest."

In the middle of the night in the city, except for some places that are still brightly lit, most of the streets have fallen asleep.

Ning Xinhe looked out the window boredly, and there was a different light in the dark street. He found that it was the bookstore he went to this afternoon. When other shops were closed, the lights were still on.

Thinking of the dream he had just now, he asked the driver to stop and stepped into the store again. The clerk sat motionless at the counter, seemingly in a daze, and seemed to be sleeping with his eyes open.

Ning Xinhe waved his hand in front of him curiously, not noticing the small black mist floating down from upstairs, sneaking into the body of the clerk brother.

An Wenqing blinked and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Scared by the clerk who suddenly became active, Ning Xinhe backed away a few steps, still in shock, stroking his frightened heart, and said, "Passing by, and the store is still lit, so come in and have a look."

He glanced back at the bookshelves full of books, and it was really just a dream.

An Wenqing got up and made an invitation letter: "Sir, why don't you go to the second floor, there may be something you want there."

Ning Xinhe felt that since everyone came in, it would be okay to go to the second floor, so he nodded and followed An Wenqing to the second floor.

This time, he was dumbfounded. The scene on the second floor was exactly the same as what he had seen in his dream. He hurriedly looked at the bookshelf next to the stairs, and found the scroll of bamboo slips at the bottom.

Ning Xinhe felt that this store was not simple, and picked up the bamboo slips: "I want to buy this!"

An Wenqing's expression was light: "Since you found it, it is yours."

"..." Ning Xinhe shook the bamboo slips in his hand, and asked uncertainly, "I don't want money, give it to me for free?"

An Wenqing nodded seriously, not joking.

Ning Xinhe was silent, he looked suspiciously at the bamboo slips in his hand, and felt that this shop was not simple: "I want to meet your boss."

With a detached but decent indifferent smile on his face, An Wenqing told Ning Xinhe: "I will see you later."

Ning Xinhe was skeptical, took the bamboo slips and walked downstairs, and said to An Wenqing as he walked: "I really took it, when I step out of the store, if you ask me for money again, I won't give you money." No money will be given to you."

Following behind Ning Xinhe, An Wenqing didn't speak any more, watching the other party leave, the wind chime at the door rang, and the silence returned.

As soon as he sat down, a group of black shadows floated down from the second floor, gathered into a human shape, and sat on the counter.

Seemingly half-sitting casually, with his left hand resting on his bent left leg, and his right hand behind his back, he looked at him from the side: "Don't call everyone upstairs, okay, this kind of look doesn't look too greedy." People who read it don’t need to be targeted.”

An Wenqing said coldly, "We did not succeed in receiving a soul this month. If you are willing to put in more thought, it will not be difficult to make him fall."

The outline of the black shadow became clearer and clearer, and a handsome man gradually appeared. The man thoughtfully: "Didn't we accept three last month, and take one in this month? This is also an explanation." .”

An Wenqing raised his face to look at him, with a trace of doubt on his always expressionless face: "Are you asking me to make fake accounts?"

Boss Gu argued, "How can it be considered a fake account? We received it on the last night of last month, so it can be regarded as this month."

His clerk was lost in thought, as if considering the feasibility and whether it was against the rules.

Boss Gu continued to coax: "Why don't we make a bet, if he falls successfully, you don't need to revise the account book; if he doesn't fall, you can transfer the one from last month to this month."

An Wenqing frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but nodded in agreement: "Okay."

With a smile on his face, Gu Nianyan stretched out his hand and patted An Wenqing's shoulder in satisfaction - he wanted to touch the top of the other's head, but changed his direction halfway.

It turned back into a black shadow again, wrapping around An Wenqing like mist: "I'll go out for a while."

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