The famous utensil of the superstar

The days went on like this, and summer came in a blink of an eye, and Han Zhao had already lived in Ye Cheng's house for more than three months.

During this period, he took the initiative to undertake all the housework except cooking, and now he doesn't need to make movies, and he is no longer the illegitimate child of the Qi family who was tortured by a strange disease, so he has more free time all of a sudden.

Every morning before the sun was fully lit, he had come back from running outside, cleaned the tables, chairs and benches, watered the potted plants, and then prepared milk and bread for Ye Cheng that could be eaten without a fire.

Ye Cheng's schedule is very irregular. He often shoots until late at night, and then sleeps until noon the next day. When he wakes up at this time, he will always see Han Zhao sitting at the dining table with a book, and see him coming. Just raised his eyebrows and said "good morning", and then brought out the breakfast prepared for him.

This man's appearance is really not outstanding, he belongs to the type that you will forget if you don't look carefully, but he has a good figure, tall and strong, with that straight hairstyle, he looks very masculine from behind, that The pair of tall and broad shoulders also gives people an inexplicable sense of security.

Seeing the way he prepared food for himself, Ye Cheng would always have the feeling that an old husband and wife are in love with each other. In fact...even if he finds a wife, it won't be much different from now, right?

When this idea popped up, Ye Cheng was so shocked that he almost spilled the milk in his hand.

At this moment, Han Zhao turned his head and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "What, it's burning? Let me see."

As he turned around, Ye Cheng quickly waved his hands and coughed in embarrassment, "No need, my hands are shaking."

While talking, under Han Zhao's unblinking gaze, he quickly moved his gaze aside, feeling that the temperature on his face soared a little abnormally.

When did such a weird atmosphere start?Ye Cheng couldn't help asking himself this way.

Probably from that day on, when this guy meddled in helping him apply the medicine, and was still blowing it around in a nasty way, he felt that something was wrong with him.

Recently, he has always subconsciously captured the figure of a man, secretly observing his every move like a voyeur, and when he seems to have a feeling, he immediately turns around and continues humming and sweating profusely on the fitness equipment. And he would ask a thief: "Old Zhao, why are you always staring at me?"

Every time this time comes, Han Zhao will show a meaningful smile, "It's nothing, just because you are in good shape."

This expression made Ye Cheng feel that he was seen through. When he met his eyes, there was a deep light in those long and narrow eyes, like a deep pool, people couldn't look away, and then Ye Cheng's heart began to be in a mess. The crazy jump, tried and tested, never an exception.

Cut, isn't it just that he is a little taller than me, why am I looking at him inexplicably?Gao has a P. He is far worse than me in terms of stature. Ye Cheng sneered in his heart, but he couldn't help but glance at Han Zhao again and again.

Look at his yin and yang appearance, his bones are still hard, and the calluses on his hands are like sandpaper, it hurts after grinding, how can he compare to Lao Tzu?

Ye Cheng moved his gaze back, and then suddenly realized a very serious problem: How could he know that the calluses on this crazy hand would hurt after being rubbed! ?

The picture could not be controlled again, he was pressed on the dining table, the guy's hands were touching his chest, his legs were on his knees, and the calloused hands were pinching His ankle, don't allow him to move casually, and then his hot breath got into the pores...

Why on earth am I thinking about this!Ye Cheng wailed in his heart, both nervous and slightly happy about this unprecedented feeling.

In this world, even his buddy Luo Qiubai doesn't know that Ye Yingdi, who is full of peach blossoms, is actually an out-and-out C-boy. talked about.

He likes cute and cute girls, and also likes beautiful and delicate beauties, but these are all on the level of appreciation, even if these people take the initiative to show their courtesy, he has never been tempted.

But just when he was planning to be single for the rest of his life, his heart suddenly reacted to someone else, and this person was not only a big man like him, but also a complete psycho!

So, does this count as... like?

Ye Cheng panicked, swallowed hard, and looked away from Han Zhao, not knowing what to do.

Han Zhao is not a fool either, he naturally sees Ye Cheng's weird behavior clearly.

That kind of probing and passionate gaze follows like a shadow, as long as the two of them are at home at the same time, they will fall on him intentionally or unintentionally, but this guy thinks that he is hiding well and peeping openly.

Ye Cheng has a pair of very energetic big eyes, which are always full of enthusiasm, especially when he smiles, his eyebrows are flying, he doesn't look like a famous actor at all, he is just a big boy with a childish air.

When he rolled his eyes with a smile and covered up the embarrassment in his eyes with a carefree attitude, Han Zhao's heart would skip a beat, and then he couldn't help but think of every possible way to tease him.

He didn't know when he could not take his gaze away from Ye Cheng. Ye Cheng was like a continuously glowing fireball, circling around him every day, maybe he had been walking in the dark for too long. So much so that he couldn't refuse this light at all, but...he knew that it couldn't be done.

He and Ye Cheng were originally two people on different roads, and now he is a "living dead person" who is not qualified to ask for the sincerity of others, so when everything is just a sign, he can only pretend to turn a blind eye to Ye Cheng's gaze. For the first time, I didn't know that it took a lot of effort to move my eyes coldly away from his enthusiastic face.

However, Ye Cheng didn't seem to notice it. He still thought he was covering it up very well. He bought Han Zhao's favorite dishes every day, and said with disdain, "This is left over from the crew." The mental hospital called back, He was even more anxious than Han Zhao. When he heard that the hospital proposed to take Han Zhao back, his expression was almost crying. After hearing Han Zhao's clear refusal, he became heartless again. Laughing, "Oh, you're crazy, you're still going to stay in my golden nest, aren't you? It's really a dog's skin plaster."

Han Zhao sighed in his heart, couldn't help but rubbed his head with a smile, he had never seen such a fool as Ye Cheng in his two lifetimes.

In order to verify whether he was bent because of a neuropathy, Ye Cheng thought of many ways, and also thought about whether to go to Luo Qiubai, who "focused on disturbing the foundation for a lifetime", and let him, an "expert", help out with ideas, but This incident was so embarrassing that he was ashamed to say it, he called Luo Qiubai several times, then hung up abruptly and threw the phone aside.

Just at this time, the crew of "Love in Stockholm" had already finalized the role, and the manager vaccinated him in advance, saying that there was a C scene in the movie, so that he would not have psychological pressure, and secretly gave him a USB flash drive. Let him secretly take it out to "study" in the dead of night when no one is around.

Seeing the manager's meaningful expression, Ye Cheng had a bad premonition, and when he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he remembered what happened, so he conveniently stuffed the USB flash drive into the TV, only to suddenly see the entanglement on the screen. When the two men were together, they sprayed a mouthful of water on the screen.

This... this is such a mess!

His face turned red, and he was extremely glad that Han Zhao was not here.He took a deep breath and walked around the room, scolding the manager for being unreliable, but at the same time unable to control himself, he was full of curiosity about the scene just now.

Two men...is that what it looks like?Then... since I can't tell whether I like that dead psycho, can I use this to identify?

Feeling like an ant was drilled in his heart, he scratched his heart and scratched his liver. He looked around like a thief, checked the length of the film, and confirmed that Han Zhao was going to the hospital for a follow-up visit. After he couldn't come back for a while, he took out a few The can of beer was gurgled down his stomach, and he cheered himself up, and finally pressed the play button.

The ear-piercing sound came from all directions, and I can only blame the advanced audio-visual equipment in Yingdi Ye's house. The huge LED screen almost occupies the entire wall, and the surround sound is extremely faithful to amplify every sound in the film infinitely. Just like the live version, he froze in front of Ye Cheng with real knives and guns.

In the picture, there are two people, one white and one black, the one with dark and firm skin moves very fast, and the fair-skinned man below is almost softened into a puddle of water, talking nonsense intoxicated.

Ye Cheng was terrified when he saw it, and he froze on the sofa. He took a bottle of beer and drank most of it. He really wanted to turn off the TV right now, but something happened, his head seemed to be separated from his body, and he didn't move at all. .

At this time, the person above exerted all his strength, arched his back smoothly, and raised his hand to pinch the ankle of the person below and kissed it. This action suddenly reminded Ye Cheng of Han Zhao, and he immediately shivered. reaction.

No... no! ?

Ye Cheng's whole face was blushing almost bleeding, his whole body was not right, even at this moment he forgot that he came to learn the above one, but unconsciously brought himself into the bottom one.

A straight man saw the reaction from the cover photo, and he couldn't help imagining Han Zhao's face. What does this mean...?

Conclusion Ye Cheng didn't dare to think about it, he kept pouring cold beer into his stomach, trying to let this thing help him relieve the heat, but he drank five or six cans without knowing it, at this moment the alcohol surged up, and it was hotter than It was even more powerful just now, and even my head was dizzy and I couldn't control it.

The reaction below became more and more obvious. He hurriedly staggered up with his legs between his legs to turn off the TV. At this moment, the living room door suddenly opened with a "click", and Han Zhao pushed the door open...

For a moment, the two looked at each other, and they were both dumbfounded at the same time.

Han Zhao swears that he has never seen such a thing in his two lifetimes. The two people on the screen are in full swing, and countless unpleasant words are echoing in the living room, while Ye Cheng is only wearing a thin shirt. With two long legs exposed, she was sitting on the sofa and couldn't take her eyes off her eyes, even propped up underneath.

At this time, Ye Cheng's complexion was no stronger than Han Zhao's. He was so broken that he was about to cry. Ever since he encountered this deadly neuropathy, everything he encountered has never been normal!

The majestic actor, watching the cover film in front of the surround stereo rear projection TV, and even saw the feeling, how will he meet people in the future?At this time, how should he explain it so that he can keep his straight and straight image of a male god! !

"Hahaha...you are finally back, come and watch together, these two are so fake!"

Ye Cheng laughed a few times, showing an expression of "everything you saw just now is an illusion", he put his arm around Han Zhao's shoulder wildly, and while talking, he still didn't forget to secretly clamp a certain disappointment. guy.

"..."

Han Zhao didn't speak, and looked at him unfamiliarly for a moment, and the part touched by Ye Cheng seemed to be burned instantly.

"Look, how much sacrifice I made for this movie, sacrificing my image to force myself to watch this kind of crude stuff, look at this black guy, he has muscles all over his body, and he has no energy at all like he hasn't eaten. The one below is too exaggerated, I laugh once I see it, it’s too dramatic, is this kind of thing really for adults, hahaha..."

Ye Cheng's scalp was numb from being stared at, but he had to hold on because of face, so he could only talk non-stop to cover up his nervousness, but when he glanced at the screen, his heart skipped a beat, and now he was so close to Han Zhao His little life.

Han Zhao still didn't speak, his long and narrow eyes were half-closed, and deep and deep gazes burst out of his pupils.

Ye Cheng smirked until his cheeks ached, stretched his tense body, and the two brothers seemed to pat Han Zhao's chest, "Old Zhao, don't be shy, everyone is an adult, isn't it just to watch a cover photo?" , it’s not really disturbing, what are you afraid of?”

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then suddenly said without warning, "You're hitting me."

Ye Cheng was choked immediately, and he choked a mouthful of beer into his trachea, which made him cough violently, his whole body turned red like a boiled crab, and he froze on the spot.

For a moment, there was a dead silence in the living room, except for the high-pitched screams from the TV.

"LG, hurry up! That's it! Ahhh! I want S!"

A scream was poured on Ye Cheng's head like a bucket of hot oil. He couldn't control his body, and something jumped excitedly for an instant, and poked Han Zhao's side waist all at once.

I don't want to live anymore! ! !

Ye Cheng broke down in his heart and wailed, with nowhere to go, and in a hurry, he threw his head on the sofa cushion, and said weakly, "Hiss... I feel so dizzy... I feel like this when I drink... I have to go in the house." Lie down for a while..."

He muttered a few words, stood up staggeringly, as if he couldn't find the north, swayed a few times in a daze, and then walked forward, his whole body softened into a noodle, hit the coffee table, and fell forward all of a sudden .

Han Zhao quickly put his arms around him, and someone yawned, pressed his head against his neck, and fell unconscious in a daze.

Well, it seems that someone's acting skills are all used in this kind of thing.

Han Zhao couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and had no choice but to hold back the anger all over his body, and dragged the rascal into the room.

After stuffing Ye Cheng under the quilt, he remembered the empty beer bottles he saw scattered all over the floor in the living room just now, and brought a glass of warm water, "Hey, stop pretending, get up and drink some water before going to sleep."

If I open my eyes now, wouldn't it be like throwing myself into a trap?

Ye Cheng muttered a few words in his heart. At this time, his head was indeed more dizzy. Fortunately, he was still conscious. When he thought of what happened just now, he wished to bump his head to death. At this moment, he was so suffocated that he wished that Han Zhao would leave quickly. Maybe let him go to the bathroom to solve it.

So he simply lay sprawled across the blanket, motionless, and decided to play dead to the end.

His eyes didn't blink for a moment, and his eyelashes didn't even tremble. This is a compulsory course for an actor. Ye Cheng undoubtedly completed it very well, but his breathing was a little short, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he still didn't escape. Through the eyes of the director Han Zhao.

Han Zhao's eyes became darker and darker, his long and narrow eyes narrowed involuntarily, the temperature of his whole body continued to rise, and it took him a lot of effort to move his eyes away from Ye Cheng.

This guy doesn't know how to write the word "death" at all. To do this kind of thing under his nose, any man can't bear such a stimulus, let alone how he...

He really wants to doubt now, is this guy really unable to understand his mind, or is he deliberately trying to test him knowing this?

Ye Cheng's face was flushed, and the stamina of alcohol spread.

Han Zhao took a deep breath, tensed his body, and sat on one side, holding his head in one hand and feeding water into his mouth with a cup in the other.

Ye Cheng, who could barely maintain his sanity at first, was soaked in alcohol on the pillow, and he was completely drunk. He no longer had the strength to breathe and think about it. He swallowed a few sips of water indiscriminately. It all dripped down the chin and onto the body.

The white shirt sees through when it sees water, and the transparent water drops rolled down, leaving winding marks on the chest, faintly revealing the flesh color inside, the two long legs subconsciously parted, the smell of alcohol rose, the flush spread, and outlined the He is slender and tall.

Han Zhao's Adam's apple rolled rapidly, and his throat seemed to be filled with sand, dry and itchy.

In the past, he thought that he liked Luo Qiubai enough, but it was more because of his strange illness. Even when he held him in the palm of his hand, he didn't have much affection for him, but until he met Luo Qiubai. Ye Cheng, it wasn't until this moment that he realized that he wanted someone like this.

As soon as this thought came into his mind, he was stunned, looking at Ye Cheng, who was half-dressed in front of him, it was like a pot of hot shochu on a winter night, silently exuding a bewitching and mellow aura.

He just sat beside him like this, didn't speak but just watched for a moment.

The room was extremely quiet. After lying down for a while, Ye Cheng leaned on Han Zhao's shoulder and fell asleep in a daze. Under the dim light, his complexion was like honey, his profile was handsome and striking, and his rhythmic breathing was accompanied by light and shallow moaning. There was a snoring sound, and at this time he was a little more childish than the personable appearance on the screen.

In his sleep, he pursed his mouth and pulled his collar uncomfortably, revealing a slender neck from the open neckline.

Han Zhao narrowed his eyes and couldn't help cursing a few times, completely losing his usual cunning calculations.At this moment, he didn't want to suppress anything anymore, lowered his head, and took a bite without hesitation at the neck that he had coveted for a long time.

The lips rubbed against the smooth skin, licking the marks left behind, someone was asleep, and there was no reaction at all.

Han Zhao shook his head, as if finally admitting defeat, sighed, and gently turned Ye Cheng's head, leaving a mouth as soft as the night wind.