Pillow people and dignitaries

"You have dirt on your face."

Fu Junchi stretched out his hand to wipe off the dirt on Mu Zeqiao's face, but when he was about to touch the skin on Mu Zeqiao's face, he paused again. He pinched the corner of the bath towel with light movements and a calm expression, as if It's a very common thing.

Mu Zeqiao subconsciously turned his head away. When he discovered his sexual orientation at the age of 17, he began to have an inexplicable resistance to people other than Lu Cheng.

It may be because he discovered that men can also kiss and make love between men, and at that time he and Lu Cheng had just confirmed their relationship.His lover is the same sex, so he also needs to keep a certain distance from the same sex.

The soft bath towel brushed his cheeks, and Mu Zeqiao's eyes dodged a little. He was afraid that Fu Junchi would misunderstand, because this kind of small movement of turning his head to avoid is usually seen by people who hate him.

Mu Zeqiao wanted to explain: "Brother Fu, I..."

Fu Junchi's deep eyes sank, he turned around and walked towards the changing room.

"Go and change clothes."

Mu Zeqiao looked at his back and swallowed the words he wanted to explain.

Brother Fu probably wouldn't think so much.

When Mu Zeqiao pushed open the door of the changing room, Fu Junchi had already taken off his suit jacket, and the white shirt was crumpled against his body, showing off his handsome figure.

The black tie and suit jacket were laid on the chair next to him, his long and thin fingers rested on the second button near the neckline, his eyes shifted to Mu Zeqiao who was standing at the door, and he continued to unbutton it calmly. Second button.

Mu Zeqiao was stunned for a while, closed the door, went to the cabinet and took out his clothes.

There were only the two of them in the changing room, and it was extremely quiet. Mu Zeqiao and Fu Junchi turned their backs to each other. Fu Junchi took off his white shirt, dried his upper body with a bath towel, and changed into a gray shirt, followed by the sound of the belt buckle being unbuttoned. With a crisp "snap", Fu Junchi pulled out his belt and put it on the chair, and his black trousers fell off.

Mu Zeqiao took off his shirt, exposing his fair skin, and put his wet clothes and trousers on the empty table beside him. He didn't realize that he didn't bring underwear until he finished taking off.

He didn't expect to advance the rain scene, so naturally he didn't wear more underwear.Mu Zeqiao put on the white short sleeves, and was hesitating whether to wait for the vacancy, Fu Junchi turned around at some point, walked up to him and put a pair of unopened underwear on the table.

"Kan Teng went to buy it just now, and I brought you a coat, which is in my locker."

Although Mu Zeqiao's jacket was loose, it couldn't cover his crotch. He lowered his eyes and stared at the ground, restraining himself not to turn around.

He didn't know what he should do, or what words to express his gratitude to, because Fu Junchi took too much care of him these days.

He and Fu Junchi were good friends in the past. If he always behaved too politely or too alienated, with Fu Junchi's personality, he would definitely not like him.

They haven't seen each other for more than five years, Fu Junchi still regards him as a brother, he should also let go of his words and actions,

The previous Mu Zeqiao was not like this, it may be the reason why Lu Cheng sapped his vigor little by little in those ten years in his previous life, so now he has a very strange mood when he stays with Fu Junchi.

Like inferiority complex.

Fu Junchi's current status is too high, he may be like an inconspicuous ant in front of him, crawling and running desperately, but he can't keep up with Fu Junchi's footprints.

Fu Junchi's help to him may be a little effort, but he still dare not accept it. He has fallen into this position and dare not expect anyone to be by his side.

In other words, he didn't want to hurt anyone.

What Qiu Feng said to him on the balcony a few days ago came to mind again, "Brother Fu, you don't have to take care of me like this."

"Ok?"

Fu Junchi leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and held it in the corner of his mouth, but did not light it, "We'll have a meal together later, and then we'll go back to the hotel."

Looking at his posture, Mu Zeqiao suddenly understood who he most resembled in his smoking movements, or who he learned from.

The young Mu Zeqiao didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but Fu Junchi liked to smoke. They would often meet and go out to meet friends. Fu Junchi liked to lean against the corner of the wall and lit a cigarette without haste.

He does the same now.

He didn't like the smell of cigarettes at that time, and he didn't deliberately observe Fu Junchi's smoking movements, but he had repeated it countless times over the years without knowing it.

Maybe because I spent more time with Fu Junchi, some behaviors that are almost undetectable have actually been subtle, such as smoking posture and slight cleanliness.

Fu Junchi fixed his eyes on a mirror in front of him, and Mu Zeqiao's behavior suddenly became less coy. He breathed a sigh of relief, and put on his underwear and slacks.

It's not that they haven't changed clothes in the same room before, but Mu Zeqiao didn't feel this restrained feeling at that time, maybe his spirit has become more sensitive in the past few years.

Fu Junchi took out his coat from the cabinet and threw it into Mu Zeqiao's hands, "The temperature is cooling down today, remember to put on your coat when you go out."

Mu Zeqiao nodded, put his coat on his shoulders, and left the dressing room with Fu Junchi.

"I asked Kan Teng and Tao Xiu to go back first."

Mu Zeqiao looked at Fu Junchi, was silent for a while, then stopped, "I'll go back by myself later."

Fu Junchi paused, frowned slightly, and gave a faint "hmm".

When he came over with Fu Junchi in the morning, Mu Zeqiao casually asked Kan Teng which room Brother Fu lived in, but Kan Teng told him that Fu Junchi lived in a house in Linjiang, north of Juncheng, and drove here It takes about half an hour here.

Mu Zeqiao always thought that Fu Junchi was staying in the hotel arranged by the film crew, because last night Fu Junchi played with him until ten o'clock in the evening, and showed up at the door on time at seven o'clock in the morning to go to morning exercises with him.

Mu Zeqiao saw Fu Junchi's back that was drifting away, and he lowered his head and stared at his toes at a loss.

Lost emotions surged in his chest, and Mu Zeqiao closed his eyes wearily.

Fu Junchi and him have never been in the same way, and it is impossible to be in the same way.

Fu Junchi is currently ranked among the top three in the entertainment industry, and Mu Zeqiao has quit the entertainment industry five years ago. In the eyes of the public, he may be the golden bird in Lu Cheng's hands. If he and Fu Junchi are together Being photographed by the paparazzi and spreading the word, the negative impact on Fu Junchi may not be more than 01:30.

In the morning, the city was covered with dark clouds, and in the evening, the afterglow of the city was dazzling. When Mu Zeqiao walked out, he was in a trance for a moment. He remembered the car accident full of flames, and the satisfaction of accepting his fate and closing his eyes to wait for death. feel.

There was a lot of traffic in the afternoon, and Mu Zeqiao was standing by the road, waving his hand to hail a taxi.

A familiar black car drove up and stopped in front of him.

It's Fu Junchi.

With people coming and going around, Mu Zeqiao had to lower his head and open the car door, and quickly bent down and got in.

Fu Junchi in the driver's seat didn't turn his head to look at him, stepped on the accelerator to start the car, Mu Zeqiao didn't say where he was going, and Fu Junchi didn't ask him either.

They remained silent all the way until they encountered the third traffic light, and Fu Junchi spoke first.

"There are many things in one's life, simple, complicated, lucky, unfortunate, and these things are usually inseparable. For example, why did you come to Yuncheng? Why did you return to the showbiz? Why did you take the role of Mu Jing?"

"You keep a distance from everyone, and at the same time refuse those hands that are extended to you, why?"

"You shouldn't be like this." Fu Junchi looked at Mu Zeqiao, his voice was deep and slow, "Qiaoqiao, you can't trap your heart in the desolate desert."

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Brother Fu is super gentle~