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

Zhao Liuke grabbed his collar and put his padded jacket under his body.

His eyes were full of mist, and two tears blinked blankly, melting with sweat along the temples, and falling down.

Huo Jinfeng always talks a lot at this time.

When he kissed again, he usually said something like relax.

Zhao Liuke also wanted to relax, but he couldn't.

The steam was steaming, and the skin was in contact with the cold air, which made Zhao Liuke's cheeks flush.

Huo Jinfeng was afraid that he would be cold, so he held him tighter, and asked him: "Why is your face so red, do you have a fever?"

Zhao Liuke wanted to say no, but also thought that if he had a fever, how could he not know?

I didn't return my anger, and I couldn't return.

No words come out of his mouth now.

His hands were pressed above his head, and he shook one of that man's hand. The other's ring slightly touched him, and his presence was clearly revealed.

When Zhao Liuke was carried out of the car by him, his cheeks were flushed, his hat was tightly covered, and his feet were bare.

Those who didn't know thought he was taking care of someone who was shameless.

Zhao Liuke frowned uncomfortably, lowered his eyelids slightly, and buried his face in his neck.

When Huo Jinfeng pressed the elevator, he heard his small voice, like a mosquito.

"It's about to flow out...it's uncomfortable..."

Huo Jinfeng kissed his frowning brows, and said comfortingly: "I'm almost home, I'll clean it up for you right away."

His tenderness towards him is almost limitless.

Zhao Liuke hummed sullenly.

bathroom.

Zhao Liuke was soaked in warm water, his eyelids were drooping, as if he was drunk, he took his limp hands to hug him.

Huo Jinfeng especially likes his lazy appearance, stripped of his calm and indifferent appearance, Zhao Liuke is a bit of a villain, and will rely on him infinitely at this time.

Zhao Liuke was about to fall asleep in this comfortable rhythm, but he was stunned by the sudden stimulation, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he took a deep breath.

Huo Jinfeng bent his eyes to catch him, like a beautiful carp, picked him up, wrapped him in a towel and walked to the bedroom.

Because of the angle, Zhao Liuke couldn't stop the fragmentary breath from his mouth.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he bit his shoulder, seemingly complaining, rather than coquettishly: "Hurry up..."

Huo Jinfeng is not.

He put Zhao Liuke on the large table - a blanket was placed on it in advance.

Zhao Liuke was shocked by his premeditation: "You... when!"

Huo Jinfeng couldn't help but bent down and kissed him: "Before taking a bath."

His tail tune was lingering, which made Zhao Liuke quickly divert his attention. He raised his hand to cover his face, but he grabbed his arm.

"Liu Ke...Ke Ke..."

"Stop shouting..."

"Don't block, let me see you."

When Zhao Liuke opened his eyes, his eyelids struggled and were obviously swollen.

He closed his eyes and touched behind him. He was about to stop when he was burned by the scorching heat. He was caught in time and couldn't escape.

Even though they were so close, Zhao Liuke still couldn't stop his heart from trembling.

He didn't want to turn over, so he leaned back, just embracing the arms of the person behind him, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

When it opened its mouth, it was like a broken gong.

Zhao Liuke's teeth itch uncontrollably.

This bit of dissatisfaction dissipated when the other party came over and rubbed his waist.

"Middle of the night." Huo Jinfeng turned on his phone in the dark night and shook it in front of his eyes.

Eighteen past three.

"Go back to sleep."

In the quiet night, they approach each other and sleep with their necks together.

If he sleeps again, it will be three poles in the sun, and the people behind him are still not far away, holding him in his arms and looking at his mobile phone.

Zhao Liuke moved, and just when he had some signs of waking up, he noticed that the other party froze unnaturally, and wanted to retract his arm.

Zhao Liuke grabbed his wrist, the pain in his waist made him gasp, then he opened his eyes and asked, "What bad thing did you do?"

Huo Jinfeng didn't dare to move any more, and pondered for a while: "There is no washboard at home, I'll buy it."

Zhao Liuke was laughed at, and squinted his eyes to get his mobile phone. Without giving him a chance to admit his mistake, he said lazily: "It's okay, there are quite a lot of keyboards, just choose one. Leopold Blue King Kong or Amilo Daisy ?”

Huo Jinfeng hesitated: "Can I still choose?"

Zhao Liuke didn't reply - he was already flipping through his mobile phone, which happened to be the Weibo interface.

He didn't say a word, from Huo Jinfeng's Weibo today, he saw the time before... the time when he was said to have married into a wealthy family and caused discussions.

Since then, Huo Jinfeng and his public relations have taken on the activities of public opinion guidance and fan management.

Huo Jinfeng has a good grasp of the fans' psychology, and after confirming that the two of them don't care much about these things, they are even more unscrupulous. Weibo is like a large-scale sugar cracking business site.

Zhao Liuke looked at it, and suddenly asked: "What is Chaohua?"

If the fans heard what he said, they would definitely be laughed to death and then laughed to death. The reason for laughing is because my brother doesn’t know anything like an old man, and the reason for laughing is because I have to come back alive to explain these terms to my brother.

He didn't ask about his Weibo, and always accepted Huo Jinfeng's possessiveness completely.

If the young man in front of him knew exactly what he was thinking, would he run away or stay?

Huo Jinfeng began to give him popular science.

After reading Weibo, Zhao Liuke didn't have any expression on his face, just a little smile at the end of his eyes, and sat up to get dressed.

His shoulder blades are well muscled and elegant because of their whitishness, and the blue and red hickeys spread from the tailbone all the way to the nape of the neck.

When they returned to bed yesterday, Zhao Liuke thought it was over.

Because Huo Jinfeng was relatively restrained before.

When he was pulled up and turned over, he still hadn't figured out what was going on.

The person behind bent down and kissed him on the tailbone, and he pressed the top of his hair with trembling hands: "No..."

The other party took his hand and held it in his hand. His palm was warm, his voice was low, very convincing, but his movements were not like that at all: "I'll just kiss you."

His fiery kiss went all the way up his back, as if marking his own possessions.

Zhao Liuke felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

He seems to be getting clingier...

These marks were left over from last night.

Huo Jinfeng knew his whereabouts, so he would unscrupulously engrave his own mark when he was resting.

In two days, sometimes three days, they will become lighter and the color will fade until they disappear completely.

When Zhao Liuke rolled up his sleeves to look for something to eat, he only found a sweet cake, and when he turned his hands, there was another hickey.

He is like his property in captivity.

Also willingly.

Zhao Liuke felt that something was wrong. Although he had no intention of inquiring, Huo Jinfeng seemed to habitually not tell him anything.

He swallowed a mouthful of cream, wondering how many calories it contained.

Huo Jinfeng didn't go home at all at first, and they didn't know each other well at that time.

It can be said that it is fun to treat the legs without telling the truth.

What now?

His mental state doesn't seem to get worse, but it doesn't get better either. As time goes by, is it a good thing or a bad thing to stand still?

Zhao Liuke threw the finished box into the trash can and leaned against the table to meditate.

He came here through the book, at first it was for Huo Jinfeng, but now he has a relationship with someone... He raised his hand and covered his face.

Other than that, he was still alone, no different from before.

Simply put, Lu Ming is a comrade-in-arms, and the others, I don't remember much, and I also met a few garbage.

Then why did he come in through a book?

What is the system thinking?

Lu Ming's belly is getting bigger and bigger, he is about to give birth, and he is getting more and more lethargic. They haven't had much contact recently, but they made an appointment to eat hot pot together during the Chinese New Year.

If you can't see Lu Ming, you won't be able to see the system either.

He stood where he was, his dazed emotions spread, and looked out the window.

Deep winter, another snowfall.

The heating in the warm home is constant and the temperature is constant all year round.

The noise in the distance was blocked by the sound-proof glass, and he seemed to hear fragmented and low-pitched human voices coming from the distant land.

He and Huo Jinfeng went on a trip years ago, and it was Huo Jinfeng who first proposed it.

In the crowded streets of England, the clock tower was ringing muffled. They wore thick clothes and walked hand in hand in the narrow alleys, occasionally catching a pickpocket.

Not only was the other party not embarrassed when he was caught, but he winked at them, turned around and walked away Shi Shiran.

Zhao Liuke's lips were buried under the scarf, wrapped tightly, his eyes were bright, and he wanted to feed the pigeons.

Few clouds hung on the smoky gray sky. He was sitting on a bench, and Huo Jinfeng was sitting next to him, holding a box of bird food in his hand.

Zhao Liuke took some out of it and scattered them on the surrounding ground, and flocks of gray and white pigeons landed at their feet.

Zhao Liuke: "What kind of pet do you like?"

Huo Jinfeng leaned against him to look at the pigeon, and said with a smile, "The one without hair."

Zhao Liuke struggled: "I will clean up."

Huo Jinfeng suppressed a smile: "What do you want to raise?"

A bold pigeon jumped onto Huo Jinfeng's lap and turned its head to reach for the bird food in the box.

Zhao Liuke touched it: "You can't do this, I know you are not allergic to cat hair, and you don't hate it."

The pigeon turned its head in his palm, then pecked at the jar of bird food with its beak, but couldn't get it right.

Huo Jinfeng raised his eyebrows leisurely, and bargained with him: "But they will take your favorite away."

From the beginning of this trip, Zhao Liuke noticed a slight change in the other party, and Huo Jinfeng began to show his possessiveness slowly.

In the past, Zhao Liuke could feel that something was wrong with him, but he didn't know what it was. Only now did he realize that it was a changing and turbulent emotion.

It wasn't until Huo Jinfeng said something himself that he could grasp his thoughts.

It's just that Huo Jinfeng didn't show much like this, as if he was afraid that his feelings would scare him.

Zhao Liuke shook his head when he heard his words, and said in disapproval: "This is different, it will take a little of my time at most."

"Why is it different, don't you all like it?" Huo Jinfeng is like a child asking for candy. He saw a big jar that was not closed, and it was filled with the candy he wanted, so he became more and more greedy, "Ke Ke , isn't it?"

Zhao Liuke also jumped up two legs—the pigeons ate quickly and began to look for new food.

Huo Jinfeng raised his hand neatly and scattered most of the box on the ground with a loud crash.

So there was a bit of chaos here for a while, flapping wings and cuckoos, and falling feathers fluttered and fluttered, blocking their gaze.

Zhao Liuke knew that there was a net ahead.

But the net was not aggressive, and it still had a taste that I liked.

He smiled and walked in.

"How could it be the same? I love you."

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