After a career fan marries a disabled actor[Transmigration Book]

Zhao Liuke couldn't escape.

He subconsciously avoided those threatening things, such as Lu Ming, such as the system, such as the current... Huo Jinfeng.

He was held down, the strength of that person was astonishing, and the fiery breath enveloped him.

The sugar-fried chestnuts he bought just now hadn't closed the paper bag, and the hot air leaked from the bedside, and he could smell the sweet aroma intermittently.

"Relax……"

Zhao Liuke's eyes were foggy, and his head was buried firmly in Huo Jinfeng's neck, like a dying fish, sweating all over his body.

That person's body temperature is too healthy at this time, burning like a lump of coal, eager to feel his own existence.

Zhao Liuke didn't understand his urgency, and managed to let out a sigh of relief, just to comfort him: "Don't worry...I've been here..."

The air was stagnant, and the other party's dark eyes were fixed on him, like a huge and handsome black panther frantically smashing its tail at his feet in the dark.

"Really?" he asked.

The sense of emptiness made Zhao Liuke grab the opponent's arm.He took the initiative to get closer: "Really, just lighten up..."

He was caught.

Zhao Liuke always thought that Huo Jinfeng was not the talkative type, until he was slowly coaxing him on the bed, he realized that it was not that he was not talkative, but that he was too lazy to talk nonsense with irrelevant people.

"Keke, hold me tight."

"The corners of your eyes are red, does it hurt?"

What impressed me the most was that Zhao Liuke covered his lips in anger, and was immediately licked heavily by his hot and humid tongue. Zhao Liuke's strength disappeared instantly, and he took the condom with his hands.

The man opened the box, but instead of looking down, he stared at him aggressively and asked, "Ke Ke, what flavor do you like?"

Zhao Liuke didn't flinch, he looked down at the dim bedside lamp, and took the most common one.

His face was red, his voice was steady, and he said calmly, "No, it doesn't smell as good as yours."

When Zhao Liuke woke up the next day, his whole body hurt.

It wasn't the pain from the beating, but the weakness of his body, and his arms were shaking as he tried to prop himself up.

After finally sitting up, when she raised her hand, she saw a red mark on her wrist and a blue hickey.

Obviously I said not to kiss here, otherwise I can see it when I wash my hands...

He sighed helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were curved.

The door opened, Zhao Liuke looked over, Huo Jinfeng walked in wearing loose sweatpants at home, his upper body was naked, holding a glass of milk and an apple tart in his hand, the apple tart was still steaming, as if it had just been baked.

There are still a few red marks on Huo Jin's beautiful upper body, such as on the arms, such as the shoulder blades.Zhao Liuke's nails are not long and are often trimmed, so it can be seen that he has used force.

He was bullied so hard that he couldn't care whether he would scratch the other party.

Seeing him sitting up, the other person's pace obviously quickened. He quickly walked over and put the things on the bed, sat next to him and reached out to touch his collarbone. He frowned and said, "Why do you wake up so early? Sleep a little longer."

Zhao Liuke wanted to speak, but found that his voice was hoarse, so he drank some milk with his hand, then slowly raised his eyes to look at him: "It hurts, I can't sleep."

Huo Jinfeng moved towards him gently, observing his expression while hugging him, seeing that he didn't seem to be in pain, so he dared to press his waist with his hands, as if the one who grabbed Zhao Liuke last night would never let go and demanded too much The person is another personality: "Let me see?"

Zhao Liuke turned sideways, but pulled the sore back muscles, gave up, opened his arms to hug him, put his chin on his shoulders, and said in a lazy tone: "Well, it's nothing."

Huo Jinfeng stopped rubbing his waist, tilted his head and kissed his hair: "Is it there too? I've taken medicine."

"It's okay." Zhao Liuke lay back hugging his neck, and Huo Jinfeng leaned forward being hugged, facing Zhao Liuke's face lying on his back.

Their warm breaths touched, Huo Jinfeng bowed his head and kissed without any hesitation.

The pleasant smell of ancient wood stopped Zhao Liuke from pushing him, but he was firmly grasped and intertwined with his fingers.

"Hiss—" Zhao Liuke took a small breath between the kisses, and tears flashed in his eyes, "It hurts."

Huo Jinfeng stepped back half an inch, looked at him with calm breathing for a few seconds, then got up suddenly, turned and went into the bathroom.

Zhao Liuke had a sore throat and was rarely a picky eater. He didn't eat the tart shell, so he picked out the apple slices and ate them with honey. The sweet and sour taste was very good, and then he finished the glass of milk.

The sound of water in the bathroom was still ringing.

He was wrapped in the quilt and didn't wear anything. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed to find his underwear.

In fact, it's okay, but the body is a little weak.

Zhao Liuke put on his underwear, and looked sideways at the full-length mirror.

His cold white skin was slightly bruised and purple, and the light pink marks on his wrists spread.Conspicuous red marks landed on his skin in a random manner, and some even spread into the heels of his legs.

That was the result of his waist being lifted last night, and the opponent's breath approaching, he was still in a daze, and was succeeded.

It's not cold at home, Zhao Liuke is barefoot, holding a pillow, going to the living room to turn on the TV.

The person who had taken a shower came down, and got a little ridicule. Zhao Liuke looked at his still wet hair, and patted the sofa with a towel.

The other party sat down towards him and bent over slightly.

A soft towel covers the opponent's head completely.

Zhao Liuke's wiping his hair was not very gentle, it was tantamount to rubbing it randomly. Fortunately, it was also short hair, and it was almost dry by the end of the wiping. Huo Jinfeng grabbed the towel and patted it down with his hands.

Huo Jinfeng's bright eyes came through the folded gap of the towel with a smile on his face. When the towel fell, Zhao Liuke covered his eyes: "Go to sleep, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Zhao Liuke thinks that he treats him like he treats some rare and protected animal... A panda can slap a person and break a bone. He just made love with his lover, so he won't immediately degenerate into an infant, right?

He was amused in his heart, felt that they were sticky, but he didn't have the slightest thought of resentment, so he realized a little bit that this was love.

They are in love.

He pulled away the hand that blocked his eyes and held it, leaning on someone's shoulder to watch the TV series. There was a lot of noise on the TV, comedies, and the princess struggling in the pool for help. Breathe lightly and fall asleep.

The person next to him turned down the volume of the TV to 0.

Zhao Liuke was still asleep when the assistant called.

Huo Jinfeng picked it up.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Meng's birthday is coming. In two days' time, please be sure to come."

Huo Jinfeng: "Yes."

He simply said um, Zhao Liuke just wasn't the talkative type, so the assistant didn't realize that the person answering the phone wasn't Zhao Liuke.

"By the way, Teacher Zhao, thank you very much. Teacher Meng fell down the mountain with a sprain that day and fell down. If you hadn't asked me to look for it, Teacher Meng might really have stayed there. Thank you very much. remind me……"

The assistant really talked a lot, Huo Jinfeng was afraid of waking up Zhao Liuke, so he muted the phone, and then turned it on after a while, just as the assistant was saying goodbye, he hung up the phone.

His other hand was held together with Zhao Liuke's.

He tilted his head to look at Zhao Liuke, but turned his finger on the phone and clicked on the recorder.

When Zhao Liuke woke up, he moved in a daze, something soft wrapped him around his body, he let out a contented grunt from his throat, and opened his eyes.

He wasn't on the sofa, he was in a deep sleep, it should be Huo Jinfeng who carried him back to his room.

Zhao Liuke got up and stretched a little, he was already much more comfortable, basically no soreness, his physical fitness is still good.

He was so hungry that his stomach was growling, he stood up and looked at Huo Jinfeng's room.

On the bedside table there was a note left by him, and the date of that note was still on the day he went to Yunnan. Holding the paper, he smiled at his handwriting.

At that time, he was still angry at Huo Jinfeng's nonchalant attitude.

He opened the drawer to stuff the note in, but he didn't expect to see his face when he opened it.

Photos, piles of photos.

It's a candid shot, even the paparazzi may not be as good as this person. They have been following him since he went out, and took more than a dozen shots in a row. There is not much difference, but they are washed out without falling out, neatly cut and changed. into a photo.

The door lock rang, Huo Jinfeng opened the door and came in, Zhao Liuke held the photo, without expression, turned and looked at him.

Candid photography is wrong.

So does monitoring.

Huo Jinfeng is not as harmless as it appears on the surface—although a crippled person with a psychological tendency to self-mutilate cannot be said to be harmless, but compared with normal people, he is at least a weaker party—just look at the people around him. There is no one who is close to him, even if he goes crazy and self-mutilates, or his right-hand man, or his friends and relatives, they have always been his strong backing.

But it was the first time he liked someone so much.

He started out just...just to keep himself safe.

This still couldn't hide the fact that he was monitoring him.

Zhao Liuke saw almost every move he made, from getting married to going out to audition, to practicing day and night, to giving advice to others when filming... Assistant He turned these into forms and reports to him every day, among which Including these photos that are accurate to the minute and second.

Zhao Liuke is very stable, which is not suitable for his age. He is not stingy in acting, he answers every question, his own drama passes quickly, and he still has the energy to give advice to others.

This is the type of actor Huo Jinfeng liked the most when he was still acting.

He didn't expect that the so-called poor child in Yang Xiaoying's mouth had such a bright and warm jade inside.

He knew that he was paying too much attention, but he couldn't if he wanted to pull away.

Zhao Liuke's company underwent a major shakeup and was acquired. The legal person is Huo Jinfeng's agent.He gave him a good agent and a good script, and he wanted to see what this young man could do.

At the same time he saw more.

Seeing the flowers that the other party moved into the house, the vegetables stuffed in the refrigerator, the kitchen utensils that were tidied up, and the healthy work and rest, he seemed to be watching a budding flower, the buds slowly opened, and it was about to bloom.

I like the curvature of his elbows when he holds things, the curvature of his mouth when he smiles, his concentration when acting, and the cute bewilderment he shows when he is nervous...

I like him very much.

Huo Jinfeng stood at the door, his blood was cold for a moment.He opened his mouth and made a breathy sound that dissipated in the air.

When the young man saw him, he stood up and walked towards him with the photo: "Do you dare to do it or not?"

Zhao Liuke took a photo and patted it on his chest, his eyes rolled away, all the seriousness on his face disappeared, and he said jokingly, "What are you doing? Do you dare to come forward? What do you mean by hiding?"

As it is now, he didn't directly explain it, but the implicit forgiveness on the side also made his heart sore, and he just wanted to pay back [-]% of what he owed.

Huo Jinfeng raised his hand to hold the smiling face of the other party, and kissed his lower lip devoutly.

The kiss should have been light.

Until Zhao Liuke stuck out his tongue and broke into his teeth.