Guardian [Rebirth]

38 degrees nine, is indeed sick.

He Long put away the thermometer, his expression became more and more rigid, "Go to the hospital?"

Guan Bowen covered his mouth and yawned, tugged at the blanket on his body, and shook his head, "Is there any medicine? I'll just take some sweat. I'm sorry to trouble you today, thank you."

To be so polite... He Long suddenly felt a little bored... Guan Bowen, who used to have a casual attitude, was more pleasing to the eye.

He got up and went outside.

Guan Bowen was obviously stunned, then hurriedly lifted the blanket to get up, and chased after him, with a forced smile on his face, "I'm leaving now? Also, today's not the weekend... I'm very busy at work, cough Cough, thank you today, I will treat you to dinner another day."

"What are you doing up?" He Long turned around and frowned at him, pointing to the sofa, "Go back and lie down, I didn't say I was leaving."

"But you..."

He Long ignored his puzzled gaze, turned around and strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and pulled all the curtains back.

Light flooded in suddenly, illuminating a dimly lit room.

Guan Bowen squinted his eyes a little uncomfortable, raised his hand to block the light, and wanted to speak, but unexpectedly opened his mouth, and a series of coughing sounds came out first.

"Go and lie down." He Long came back and pushed him onto the sofa, wrapped him in a blanket, turned around to pour water and get medicine, "What are you doing with the curtains closed in broad daylight, it's better to bask in the sun."

Guan Bowen lowered his head and covered his mouth, coughing so loudly.

After handing over the water and medicine, He Long asked again with some disapproval, "Are you really not going to the hospital?"

"No...cough cough, no need." Guan Bowen took a sip of water, barely suppressed his cough, swallowed the medicine, wiped his mouth, looked up and smiled at him, "What's the point of going to the hospital for such a small problem?" Yes, have you eaten your lunch? If you haven’t, I’ll make you some, and I just didn’t eat either... I remember Uncle He said you like fish, wait a minute, I’ll go to the kitchen to see..."

"Stay there." He Long pushed him back when he was about to get up, poured another glass of water and put it on the tea table, and took off his coat, "Don't move around, I'll make you something to eat, and go to bed after eating , Cover your sweat, if the fever still doesn’t subside, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, "Can you cook?"

He Long glanced at him indifferently, turned his head, and went to the kitchen.

Guan Bowen looked at his back and touched his chin.

It turns out that Xiaolong can cook...

"You can't eat too greasy food when you're sick. I'll serve you a bowl... What was your expression just now?" He Long turned around suddenly in the middle of walking, and frowned when he saw Guan Bowen stroking his chin thinking about something.

...It seems that the annoying Guan Yingdi in memory has returned.

Guan Bowen didn't expect him to turn around, so he hurriedly covered his mouth with the hand touching his chin, lowered his head and coughed even more earth-shatteringly, coughing and said intermittently, "What...cough cough, what expression? Do you want to help? I ...cough cough...cough cough cough..."

He Long walked back quickly, patted his back for comfort, and said with a straight face, "Okay, stop talking, let's have a rest."

Guan Bowen took a sip of water and lay down on the sofa.

He Long frowned at him.

Guan Bowen looked back with red eyes, bloodshot eyes.

——The real appearance of being sick, not pretending, but really sick, as evidenced by a thermometer.

He Long looked away hesitantly, took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.Those were illusions just now, this person is indeed sick... Forget it, since I have decided to be friends with the other party, I don't need to pay too much attention to the details.

Tomato egg noodles, simple and appetizing.

Guan Bowen ate very well, with a happy expression on his face. He Long said that he had some toothaches. He didn't think his craftsmanship was so good...Is it necessary to be so moved?

"Thank you." After eating the noodles, Guan Bowen said thank you again.

He Long cleaned up the bowl, turned to look at him, wiped his hands, sat down opposite him, paused, and said seriously, "Bowen, about what I said a few days ago... I'm sorry. I don't hate you, I just... don't know how to get along with you."

"You..." Guan Bowen looked at him blankly.

He Long raised his hand to stop him, and got up to get the bowl, "So... we are all friends, so don't say anything extra, let's rest, I'm going to clean the bowl."

Guan Bowen watched him get up, watched him put away the bowl, watched him stride towards the kitchen, and finally looked away a little in a daze, and raised his hand to touch his ear.

Bowen... Did Xiaolong call him by his name just now?It's not Mr. Guan, it's not the actor, it's not Guan Bowen, it's Bowen... it's Bowen... this illness is worth it!

After tossing and tossing for a while, the effect of the medicine gradually came up, and before He Long came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, Guan Bowen collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

After falling asleep, the actor seemed to be a different person, and He Long almost couldn't recognize him.Without those vivid expressions, without those constantly changing emotions, when everything is quiet, the appearance of this person is actually strange.

It turned out that I had never seen the appearance of the other party.

He thought about it endlessly, gently sat down on the single sofa opposite, and carefully looked at Guan Bowen who was sleeping soundly with his face half buried in the sofa, from the hair to the eyebrows, and from the eyebrows to the chin, nothing fell.

It's not what it looks like on the poster, or what it looks like in the TV movie. The Guan Bowen in front of him is just Guan Bowen, a poor retired unemployed who is sick.So what about the film king, what about being sought after by thousands of people, and how about being sick but not even having anyone to take care of him.

He suddenly wanted to sigh.

This person is actually quite pitiful, lonely and has few friends.

Guan Bowen on the sofa suddenly turned over and the blanket slid down.He quickly retracted his wandering thoughts, stepped forward to pick up the blanket, and helped him cover it again.After covering, he withdrew his hand, glanced at the exposed collarbone of the other party, and was stunned.

It seems... the other party rarely wears clothes that expose the collarbone, and every time they wear various casual suits and shirts...

He lowered his head, and his gaze swept from the other side's bangs to the slightly parted lips, then from the lips to the beautiful lines of the neck, and finally fixed on the shoulders and collarbone.

This guy... has broad shoulders.

Those posters, TV and movie images in my impression all faded away quickly, and replaced with the current appearance of the person in front of me.

After breaking away from the aura of actor, this person... is still very handsome.

...It really is the configuration of the actor.

He stood up, frowning.

The well-dressed actor with an unreliable personality, the smiling Guan Bowen in pajamas... which one is the real one?

Which is it?

……

He squatted down, his eyes fell on the other person's eyelashes, and suddenly felt a little annoyed.

When did you need to think so much about making friends?This person, this person... Forget it, since the other party is not malicious, it would be nice to have multiple friends. Dad is right, you can't look at people with colored glasses.

The sun is westward.

Guan Bowen moved, and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Xiaolong?" It took only a second for his eyes to change from confused to clear. He touched his sweat-drenched hair, sat up, and tugged at the collar of his pajamas. "You're still there? Why are you squatting here?"

He Long looked up at him, frowning.

"What's wrong?" Guan Bowen also looked at him, lifted the blanket, and reached out to him, "Get up, how long have I been asleep? What time is it?"

"you……"

"what?"

Those vivid expressions reappeared, eyes opened, emotions flowed... like a painting suddenly came to life.He Long looked straight at him, and then suddenly came back to his senses. He wanted to get up, but he didn't expect his knees to go numb suddenly, and he fell down on the carpet.

"Be careful!" Guan Bowen stretched out his hand to pull him, but he overestimated his strength after being ill, and fell down.

The heads of the two hit each other, one snorted, the other covered his head, and rolled to the side.

"Xiaolong, what did you do?" Guan Bowen was already ill, and he felt dizzy when he fell asleep, but now that he was hit like this, his eyes became dark, and it took him a while to see clearly again.

He Long was completely sober after being hit. He turned his head to look at the darkening sky outside, sullenly, reached out to pull Guan Bowen up, shook his head and said in a muffled voice, "It's nothing." He actually watched him fall asleep She looked like she was in a daze all afternoon, and even fell down... shameful.

There is obviously something wrong with this, Guan Bowen grabbed his hand back, "What's wrong with you?"

He Long didn't answer, broke away from his hand, stuffed him back on the sofa, picked up his coat and walked out, "Go take a shower and change your clothes, I'll let Aunt Liu cook the porridge, you wait, I'll go Here." After speaking, he hurriedly opened the door and left.

Guan Bowen looked at the open door, squinted, and touched his chin.

What happened when you fell asleep?Why does Xiaolong look even more stupid?Could it be... that he slept so handsomely that the other party was disturbed?

After taking a shower and drinking porridge, Guan Bowen became alive and well again.He looked at He Long who was collecting the bowl, and smiled, "Xiaolong, we are friends now, aren't we?"

He Long paused, nodded, "Yes."

"That's good." The smile on Guan Bowen's face widened, and he continued to ask, "Then if I encounter any troubles in the future, can I ask you for help?"

"Of course." He Long replied quickly, picked up his things and walked out, "You have a good rest, my dad is waiting for me to eat, I'm leaving first."

Guan Bowen got up to see him off, "Thank you today."

"You're welcome." He Long glanced at him, met his smiling eyes, quickly retracted it, and said expressionlessly, "We are all friends."

"Walk slowly."

"Goodbye."

The door was closed, one was smiling slyly inside, and the other was tangled and depressed outside.

He Long thought that after easing the relationship with Guan Bowen, life would return to the previous peaceful state, but he was wrong, and he was wrong.

"Xiaolong, I bought a new car, and the procedure is very cumbersome, can you help me?"

"..."

"Everyone is busy, and I have few friends... If you are busy, forget it, I can hire someone to help me, but... you know, with my face, it is easy to be surrounded when I go out, alas..."

"No, I'm not busy, I'll help you."

"Enough loyalty, I will treat you to dinner another day."

First happy weekend, gone.

"Xiaolong, my former partner gave me two tickets to the cross talk club, do you want to go?"

"..."

"Liang Zhou wants to accompany Shulin, Zhao Zhi wants to take Xiaoyun to the playground, Zhang Qian is dragged by his family's grandson to go camping, alas, I have too few friends... Ah, if you have other arrangements, forget it. Anyway, cross talk can be watched alone, and you young people don’t like this kind of stuff..."

"... No, I have no plans for the weekend, I will go with you."

"That's great. There is a famous private restaurant near the Crosstalk Club. I'll go and book the location."

The second weekend that I was going to sleep in, it was gone.

"Xiaolong, come back and see Uncle He."

"Well, why are you here?"

"Come here to ask Uncle He for advice on how to grow flowers. You came back just in time. I made soup at home. Uncle He, you and Aunt Liu will go to my house for dinner later. Liang Zhou and Shulin have gone to Zhou's house. Don't do it." Alright, let's have a lively meal together."

He Bo: "Okay, Aunt Liu, don't do it, let's try Bowen's craft."

Aunt Liu: "That's good, I'll save trouble."

He Long: "..."

Guan Bowen, "Xiaolong, I made your favorite lobster, eat more later."

"……thanks."

"You're welcome, we are all friends."

"..."

The third weekend where I was going to chat with my dad and play chess, it was gone.

"Hey, do you still have meetings on weekends?"

Zhang Qian was half-dead, "The entertainment city is about to open, busy..."

Zhao Zhi was also a little tired, "It'll be fine when I'm done with this part."

Liang Zhou's face was dark, "Shu Lin is still waiting for me to eat, where is He Long? Are the materials ready?"

He Long came in with the materials, was stunned when he saw Guan Bowen, and then handed the materials to Liang Zhou, "It's all here, there should be nothing to add, just take a look."

Liang Zhou turned over quickly, and then signed quickly, "Okay, let's distribute the things, and the meeting will be adjourned."

Everyone started packing their things.

Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, "I reserved a box at the restaurant we often go to, Juju?"

Liang Zhou put away his things and strode out, "Shulin is waiting for me, next time."

Zhao Zhi started calling, "My mother-in-law has a back pain, I have to go to the hospital."

Zhang Qian raised his hand and was about to speak when Gongsun Wen pushed open the door of the conference room and came in, picked him up and said to the others, "The little dwarf has been seriously deprived of sleep recently, and declined all entertainment activities outside of work. I will take him away first." gone."

Zhang Qian's eyes widened, and he struggled, "Gongsun, you bastard! Let me go! Why are you here? How did you get in? No! I'm going to eat delicious food! I'm going to play! Let me go!"

Gongsun Wen restrained him and slapped his butt, "Do you still want to eat chicken legs? Or don't you want to get out of bed?"

Everyone silently glanced at Zhang Qian and turned their heads to look at the scenery.

Zhang Qian blushed and slapped him hard, "Gongsun you! You rascal! Let me go!"

Gongsun let him beat him, and easily carried him away.

All the partners and families left, and only He Long and Guan Bowen were left in the meeting room.

"Juju? Or do you have arrangements?"

He Long glanced at the document, and then at Guan Bowen, who kindly came to treat him to dinner, but no one wanted to go. He paused, put down the document, turned and walked out, "Let's go, go to dinner."

Guan Bowen looked at his back, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "You must be tired after a day of work. Do you want to go see a movie after eating? Relax. Or go for a massage?"

"what ever."

"Then I'll arrange it."

On the fourth weekend, which was exhausting to death, with the company of Guan Bowen, I suddenly felt a little more relaxed and fulfilled.

"Xiaolong, are you going on a business trip this week?"

"Well, there is a meeting."

Click, the phone hangs up.

He Long frowned, suddenly feeling a little unhappy.

On the day of the business trip, the airport.

Guan Bowen took off his sunglasses, ignored the scrutiny and faint screams of the people around him, and waved to He Long with a dark face, "The hot spring at the place where you are on a business trip is pretty good. I have booked a place. Let's go to the hot spring? I haven't been out for a long time. After playing, how about you accompany me? I'll wait for you to finish your work."

He Long's hand holding the suitcase tightened, but his brows and eyes relaxed a little, and he nodded, "Okay, I will try my best to finish the work ahead of time."

"Good brother, you are loyal enough." Guan Bowen smiled and thumped him.

He Long looked at his smiling face, and there was a faint smile on his face, and then his face was expressionless again, "Put on your sunglasses, you are too ostentatious."

Guan Bowen raised his eyebrows, snorted with a smile, put on his sunglasses, and reached out to pick up his luggage, "I'll help you carry one, here."

He Long looked at the slender and beautiful hand he stretched out, his eyes moved, and he passed the luggage over.

The ... monotonous and busy weekend became more interesting.

"Xiaolong, what are your plans for the weekend?"

"I know a farmhouse, fishing, go?"

"go with!"

On Saturday afternoon, by the pond with a nice view.

Guan Bowen glanced sideways at He Long, who was concentrating on fishing, leaned back in the reclining chair, covered his face with a hat, and covered the corners of his mouth, "Xiaolong, I'm a little sleepy. I'll sleep. Help me look at the fishing rod."

"it is good."

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a blanket on his body, and there was an awning on top of his head.

"Are you awake?" A familiar steady voice came from beside him.

Turning his head, a smile appeared before the voice, "Well, how much did you catch?"

He Long showed him the bucket beside him, with a relaxed expression and a hint of pride, "Enough for our dinner."

"Xiaolong is awesome." In a doting tone like coaxing a child.

Some strange atmosphere circulated in the air, He Long put away his fishing rod a little uncomfortable, shook his head, avoided Guan Bowen's gaze with warmth, and got up, "Let's go, it's late, it's time to go back."

Guan Bowen saw that he was uncomfortable, looked back in time, lifted the blanket and stood up, "Okay, let's go."

On the... first weekend when we already have a tacit understanding, it feels good to have someone to accompany us.

"Look at you, you are always busy and busy, you don't know how to pay attention to your body, you must be sick."

He Long opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Guan Bowen sitting beside his bed, he was a little stunned, "Why are you here? No, how did you come in?"

"I called you and no one answered, and I couldn't find you anywhere, so I was a little worried, so I asked Uncle He to get the key and came over." Guan Bowen helped him up, touched his forehead, frowned, and turned around to help him pour water , "Drink some water to moisten your throat first, I will cook porridge, and then take medicine after drinking."

He Long was a little silly holding the water glass.

"Why did you buy the house so far? It's such a hassle to go back and forth to work. Drink the porridge and then take the medicine. I threw the dirty clothes you changed into the washing machine. It should be ready soon. I'll go and hang the clothes." As she spoke, she helped him pull the quilt warmly, got up and went out.

With a click, the door was gently closed.

He Long looked at the warm water in his hand, then at the porridge and medicine on the bedside table, raised his hand, and wiped his face vigorously.

After he finished his porridge and medicine, the clothes over there were also finished drying.

"Let's have a rest," Guan Bowen patted his quilt with a loving and gentle tone.

He Long looked at him with a sullen face, and asked with difficulty, "Why... so good?"

"what?"

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

Guan Bowen looked at him, still smiling, but his eyes were deep, "You really don't know?"

He Long suddenly felt a little flustered, turned his head to avoid his sight, "Forget it, I don't want to know, thank you today."

"Thank you for what you said." Guan Bowen raised his hand, touched his face lightly, and carefully retracted it, his tone still sounded normal, "We...we are good friends, we should. Go to sleep , get some sleep and you'll be fine."

For some reason, He Long suddenly felt a little angry. He pulled the quilt to cover himself, turned his back to Guan Bowen, "Okay, let's go, I'm resting."

"It's okay, I'll watch over you."

"No, you can go."

"Little Dragon?"

"Come on!"

The smile on Guan Bowen's face froze, he lowered his head, raised his head again, and smiled again, "Okay, you have a good rest, I'll come see you tomorrow."

After the sound of the door closing gently, He Long got up and stared at the door, irritated.

The actor is the actor, and he handles his emotions perfectly... Good brother?

This disease comes quickly and goes... very slowly.

Liang Zhou gave He Long half a month off to take good care of his body.

Uncle He came over to take a look once and saw that he could take good care of himself, so he left.After seeing his father off, He Long looked around the monotonous and deserted apartment and suddenly felt a little empty.

I'm used to being alone, I'm used to having no emotions, my life is all about work, work, work... suddenly I don't have to work, what should I do?

How were the weekends before?

After thinking about it carefully, Guan Bowen's image was actually in his mind.

Shaking his head, suppressing those memories, he began to think about the longer past.How did you spend your weekends when your relationship with Guan Bowen was not very good?

It seems to be... working overtime, working overtime, going home to accompany my father, working overtime, or socializing with clients.

But now, there is no need to work overtime, my father has just left, and there are no clients... It seems that there is nothing to do...

Taking a deep breath, she leaned closer to the sofa and closed her eyes.

The scene of going fishing with Guan Bowen vaguely appeared in front of his eyes. Guan Bowen was sleeping very quietly. He was fishing, his eyes glanced at the other party inadvertently, and then stopped.

It's obvious that it's strange to look at a man like this, but he just keeps looking at it that way and doesn't want to move away.Then Guan Bowen talked in his sleep, and he called out a name in a low voice.

Suddenly I felt very concerned. Who was he calling in his dream that day?

And one time after soaking in the hot spring, I accidentally fell asleep in the rest room, and there was a faint touch on my lips... Is it real or fake?Illusion or Taboo?Is it a joke or...really...

"Little Dragon?"

There was a very clear voice, and the heartbeat suddenly beat faster.

"Xiaolong, why are you sleeping on the sofa? Get up and go back to bed."

The familiar voice is close at hand.

He opened his eyes, and in front of him was Guan Bowen's magnified face, and the worry and concern in his eyes were too clear to ignore.

"You're calling me?" He looked at Guan Bowen expressionlessly, and gradually tightened his hands.

Guan Bowen looked at him with a frown, "Yeah, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?" After speaking, he reached out to touch his forehead.

He Long snapped his hand away, got up and went back to the room.

boom--!

The door was slammed shut, and then there was a slight sound of locking it.

Guan Bowen looked at his hand that was red from the slap, slowly put it back into his pocket, lowered his head, his face was hidden in the shadow, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

Some emotions came inexplicably, but they trapped people tightly.

He Long has always been calm and reliable, he seldom gets angry, he seldom speaks loudly, he always takes care of everyone meticulously, he doesn't talk much, but if you ask him for something, he will definitely respond to you.

Guan Bowen has always been unreliable, he is not very angry, but when he makes things difficult for others, everyone thinks he is sick, and he will never do it himself when he can let others serve him. If he is in a bad mood, you and When he speaks, he will definitely give you a ruthless back.

Now, the two don't feel right together.He Long actually lost his mind during the meeting, and his work progress slowed down a lot.Guan Bowen was even more strange. He suddenly gave up his pension and went to Rongguang to take up a few public welfare activities with no money, and his temper improved a lot. Guo Le.

Problematic, very problematic.

Zhao Zhi was puzzled, Zhang Qian gossiped, and then Liang Zhou stood up at the right time, gave Zhao Zhi a lot of work, canceled Zhang Qian's vacation, skipped work and went home, found Uncle He, and closed the door for a good talk.

Another weekend, He Long was sent to his hometown for a blind date by He Bora.

Guan Bowen tweeted the event that day, without a smile on his face, and stayed at home blankly all day.

At dinner time, He Bo and He Long came back and "met" Guan Bowen who was "walking".

Uncle He squinted at Guan Bowen, scrutinizing him, but his tone was unclear, "Bowen, let's go for a walk, what are you up to these days? I haven't seen you."

Guan Bowen's gaze fell on He Long, and he quickly retracted it. He replied with a smile, "Liang Zhou has a few public welfare activities under his hands. I just helped to look at them if I have nothing to do. I'm almost done."

"That's it."

"Ah."

Speechless.

"I heard that Xiaolong went on a blind date today...how is it?"

Uncle He glanced sideways at his expressionless son, his eyes dimmed, and he sighed in his heart, but his face remained serious, and his tone was flat, "It's not that good... Forget it, let him talk to you by himself." Tell me. Xiaolong, send Bowen back, and I will wait for you at home."

"Dad." He Long frowned.

He Bo waved his hand and walked straight away.

Guan Bowen looked at He Long and turned sideways, "Let's go together?"

He Long looked at him and stood still.

"Little Dragon..."

"I'm going home." He Long walked past him without looking at him.

One weekend, two weekends, three weekends... On the sixth weekend, Guan Bowen made headlines in newspapers.

"Guan Yingdi meets beauties late at night, kisses passionately on the street, famous grass has a master..." Zhang Qian flipped through the newspaper, speechless, "Guan Bowen is too careless, although he has retired, but his reputation is there, at least be careful , now the paparazzi are much scarier than before, once this kissing picture comes out... tsk tsk."

He Long's hand holding the coffee paused.

Zhao Zhi was also very puzzled, "It shouldn't be. Guan Bowen has always been careful, and all kinds of private information have never been leaked out. Now that he has retired, he came here. It's not guaranteed at the end of the day? Could this be true love?"

He Long shook his hand and spilled the coffee.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, he will handle his private affairs by himself." Liang Zhou interrupted the conversation between the two, looked at He Long, "I left a document at home, go and get it for me."

"Okay." He Long nodded, got up and strode out of the conference room.

Zhang Qian touched his forehead, "Why do you think He Long is acting weird recently..."

"I still think you've been acting weird lately, have you gotten into trouble with Gongsun?" Zhao Zhi gave him a funny look, and flipped through the documents.

Zhang Qian rolled his eyes, "It's because he is unreasonable, why is it me making trouble, don't talk about it, let's have a meeting!"

Liang Zhou glanced at the direction He Long left, took out his cell phone, and sent a message to Guan Bowen.

After arriving at the villa area where Liang Zhou lived, He Long turned around and went directly to Guan Bowen's villa.

The courtyard door was open, the door was half-closed, and music was playing in the living room, loudly.

He strode in, with a dark fire simmering in his heart, and he wanted to vent, but he didn't know what he wanted to vent.

A figure suddenly rushed towards him, he was unprepared, and was hit directly on the shoe cabinet next to the door on the wall, his waist was scratched, and he groaned in pain.

"Xiaolong, you finally came to see me." Guan Bowen hugged him with great strength, "Why did you ignore me during this time? You didn't answer the phone, you didn't reply to the text messages, and you deliberately avoided me. Have you eaten yet?" ? I'll cook it for you."

"Let go!" He Long reached out and pushed him.

"Don't let go." Guan Bowen hugged him even harder, hooked his lips, and still smiled as usual, "Xiaolong, have you eaten yet? What are your plans for the weekend? Let's go out and play."

"Let go!" He Long broke out suddenly, broke away from him, and punched him, "You always look like this! It's fun to tease me? Guan Bowen! I'm not you, I can't afford it!"

Guan Bowen fell directly to the ground after being beaten, raised his hand to touch his face, stood up and looked at him, expressionless, "Playing? Teasing you? Is that how you look at me?"

"Otherwise?" He Long's chest heaved twice, obviously suppressing his emotions, "Guan Bowen, I don't understand you." Because I'm not sure, because I don't understand, because the other party's emotions are always hidden behind various smiles and smiles. He couldn't see through all kinds of silly words, he didn't dare!But today's newspaper... So those subtle emotions that were vaguely present a while ago were all jokes?Are they all idle games for the actor?

"Then I'll let you understand." Guan Bowen touched the red and swollen corners of his eyes, approached him a few steps, pulled him over forcefully, ignored his struggle, bowed his head and kissed him.

He Long's eyes widened, and then he became even more angry, clenched his fist and wanted to beat him again.

"I like you." Guan Bowen held his hand, stepped back a little, and looked at him seriously, "Xiaolong, I like you, don't you understand?"

He Long's clenched fist trembled.

"I like you, I like you." Guan Bowen lowered his eyes, hugged him, and lowered his tone, "Xiaolong, if I didn't like you, why should I try my best to stay with you for a while on the weekend? Why should I move?" Come here, why do you have to try to please Uncle He, Xiaolong, don’t avoid me, okay? Like me too, okay? Don’t avoid me, don’t hate me.”

"you……"

"I love you."

He Long lowered his raised fist, "Have you been drinking?" The smell of alcohol was overwhelming.

Guan Bowen didn't answer, and started to kiss his neck.

He Long pushed him, "Let go of me, you're drunk."

"I didn't." Guan Bowen didn't let go, and suddenly bit his earlobe.

He Long froze, then pushed him harder, "Let go."

"Do not."

One wanted to hug and kiss, but the other refused, and the two pushed and shoved.

Guan Bowen played a rogue and no one could hold him back. He Long wanted to push him away, but he glanced at the corner of his eye that was swollen by himself, his heart softened, and he didn't dare to use force.

"Xiaolong, do you like me?" The drunk murmured, and finally pushed him onto the sofa and pressed him down.

He Long's face darkened, "What do you want to do?"

"Let you understand me." Guan Bowen replied and kissed.

Different from the touch of lips and tongue in anger just now, this time He Long felt very clearly that it was Guan Bowen's breath, this feeling of entwined lips and tongue...not annoying, even a little joyful.

"Xiaolong, do you like me?" The drunk said while kissing, the kiss deepened.

He Long pushed his hand, paused, clenched it tightly, and simply supported the back of his head, and went up to him, "Guan Bowen, you bastard!"

"Little Dragon..."

"What about the newspaper?"

"I like you……"

"You are enough!" He Long turned his head to avoid his kiss, and looked at him coldly, "Be honest, or I will continue to beat you."

Guan Bowen looked at him drunkenly for a long time, then suddenly laughed, "Xiaolong, you are jealous."

He Long frowned even tighter and didn't speak.

"It's all a misunderstanding. It's a fan. I was not in good shape that day. She rushed up to kiss me suddenly. I didn't stop her...don't be jealous, huh?"

"A misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand."

He Long closed his eyes forcefully and opened them again, and raised his arms to hug him back.

Guan Bowen was overjoyed, "Xiaolong, you..."

He Long turned over with force, pushed him back under his body, and kissed him awkwardly, "You are really a bastard."

Guan Bowen was stunned, closed his eyes, hooked his lips, and deepened the kiss, "Well, I'm an asshole."

He Long regretted it after kissing the drunk Guan Bowen indiscriminately.The man on the sofa was humming drunkenly, he frowned and loosened his tie, feeling a little annoyed.

I really fell, and I fell into the hands of this very unreliable actor... It is obvious that the character of the other party is not the style I like, why?

If what the other party said just now is true, then this guy actually had a crooked mind long before moving here?So some time ago, all kinds of... were acting?To fool yourself?

Sure enough, he is the actor, and his acting skills are really good.

He sneered.

Guan Bowen squirmed on the sofa, hugged his waist, and smiled contentedly, "Xiaolong, I knew you liked me too."

He lowered his head and looked at him with a very disgusted look.

Is this still the actor?Still sought after by thousands of people?Just this bad and unreliable personality?Are all fans blind?

"Xiaolong, I like you."

The sneer on his face cracked, his brows frowned, his expression was restored, and he suddenly wanted to smoke.

Well, I was blind too.

"If... together, can you be a little more serious and live a good life?" He heard his own voice floating in the air, with an unfamiliar and uncertain tone.

The actor Guan, who seemed to be drunk, tightened his arms, buried his face on his waist, and murmured, "Xiaolong, I will cook for you every day..."

That's it.

He sighed, leaned on the sofa, raised his hand, touched Guan Bowen's messy haired head, and rubbed it.

"I believe you once."

Mr. Yingdi shook his head, his voice was muffled, "...OK."

an ordinary evening.

Xiao Guo stuffed the vegetables he bought into the refrigerator, looked at Guan Bowen who was humming and chopping vegetables with a wrinkled face, and whispered, "Brother Guan, can I ask a question?" The appearance of the dishes... God, I still feel a bit subversive.

"Ask." Guan Bowen began to cut the meat.

"How did you catch up with Manager He..."

Guan Bowen paused when he cut the meat, turned to look at him, and pointed to his face.

Xiao Guo expressed doubts.

"Because I'm handsome."

"...Brother Guan, I'm asking this very seriously."

"I am also very serious in answering."

"..."

The sound of the door opening came, and Guan Bowen quickly dropped the knife and walked out, "Xiaolong, are you back? The meal is almost ready, you go upstairs to take a shower and change your clothes, and you will be ready soon."

"Want me to help you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

"have a guest?"

"Xiao Guo brought food here, not a guest."

"Ah."

"Do you want to call Dad over for dinner?"

"No, I said hello to Dad."

"Then go take a shower and change your clothes, the meal will be ready soon."

"You really don't want my help?"

"No, let's go upstairs."

Xiao Guo looked at the two tall men standing in the living room talking, one elegant and handsome, the other handsome and calm, suddenly felt that this scene was very warm.He looked back at the finely cut meat on the cutting board, then at the fragrant soup overflowing from the pot, turned his head, looked at his relaxed boss in home clothes, and smiled.

Forget it, whether he is lazy and unmotivated, or a good man at home, as long as Brother Guan is happy.

before bed.

He Long: "Don't come here, you're tired."

Guan Bowen: "I'm not tired."

He Long: "What did you say to Xiao Guo? He said some strange things to me before he left today."

Guan Bowen: "