After interpenetrating with the dead enemy [entertainment circle]

The two male gods took over the show "Global World". This variety show became popular before it was aired. Coupled with the unexplainable speech made by the little devil at the airport, the rhythm of the Internet took off.

Qin Xinghe sat cross-legged on the sofa, stroking the cat with his left hand, and casually swiping his phone with his right hand.

A message pops up.

[King Kong Barbie: Brother, are you there? 】

Qin Xinghe replied with a question mark, and several messages were sent over there.

[King Kong Barbie: Brother Chen, I see that there is a rhythm on the Internet saying that you bully people in the show, saying that you not only squeezed Qin Xinghe, but also beat Qin Xinghe so hard that he couldn't get up. 】

[King Kong Barbie: Brother, this is really too much!Who doesn't know how you can bully others because of your temper.It's obvious that only the Little Demon King can do such things as bullying, and he even slandered you! 】

[King Kong Barbie: Brother Chen, do you want to clarify?If you are afraid that the recording of the program will be affected if the program is not recorded, I can clarify it for you! 】

The quick look means that it was prepared a long time ago and copied and pasted directly.

Qin Xinghe replied to him: "Do you need me to introduce you to a job?"

[King Kong Barbie: Brother, I have a job!I'm recording a program here in Changsha, I just finished recording, and I'm about to go back! 】

[King Kong Barbie: Brother, why do you suddenly care about me? 】

[King Kong Barbie: Aren't we talking about you? 】

There was no reply for a long time. The burly man scratched his head and asked the assistant, "Why is Brother Chen ignoring me again? Is he busy with other things?"

The assistant was speechless: "He means you are meddling in your own business."

The rhythms on the Internet were nothing more than those, and there was nothing new about it. Qin Xinghe watched it cross-legged for a while, and hit Haqie boringly.

Throwing the phone aside, he looked up at the ceiling with his hands on his pillow.

It's already ten o'clock, why hasn't Yuechen come back yet?

Just as he was thinking, there was a noise from the entrance, and Rong Zai's voice came from far to near: "When I left in the morning, I obviously turned off the lights, why..."

After seeing the person on the sofa, the voice stopped suddenly.

Qin Xinghe turned his head and showed a kind smile to his little assistant: "Hi~"

If it was said who Qin Xinghe hated the most, Rong Zai's first thought would undoubtedly be his opponent Yuechen.

Yuechen made his debut two years ago, and with his excellent acting skills and super high EQ, he has attracted countless fans, and he has become a top player with the same reputation as Qin Xinghe.

It took more than ten years of hard work to achieve a status, and others could sit on an equal footing with him in two years, whoever would feel better about it.

Not to mention the little devil in the entertainment industry whose mind is smaller than the eye of a needle.

Rong Zai glanced nervously at the little devil next to him, and saw the little devil raised his eyebrows: "You go back first."

"Ah...Okay, then I'll go back first, and I'll pick you up tomorrow!"

Afraid of being affected, Rong Zai slipped faster than a rabbit.

Yuechen walked over and saw the cat on Qin Xinghe's lap, and remembered that when he was interviewed about his favorite animal, he answered cats.

Sit next to him: "Miss it?"

Qin Xinghe hugged the cat and shook his head: "No, I'm here to find you."

Yue Chen turned to look at him.

Qin Xinghe said: "On the plane, we wore it back. Although the time was very short, we did. I think we can recall the details of that day, and maybe we can find the rules of mutual wear."

The details of that day...

Yue Chen's eyes darkened, and he said, "It's only been a day, you haven't forgotten it, have you? Did you come up with anything?"

It was because he didn't think of it that he appeared here, Qin Xinghe spread his hands: "No, but we can reproduce yesterday's scene."

In short, it was interpenetrating yesterday, and if you can't think of useful details, then the scene will reappear, and you can always find clues.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, his throat felt a little tight, Yue Chen went to the refrigerator to get two cans of iced Coke, "Would you like a drink?"

"If you don't drink it, you should drink less, it's not good for your health." Qin Xinghe refused.

Yue Chen took a sip, turned his head to look at the person next to him, the warm-toned light hit his fine hair, casting short shadows, and the sharp edges and corners softened.

He asked in a low voice, "How to reproduce?"

Qin Xinghe's idea was very simple, what he was doing while wearing it, he could just do it again according to the scene at that time.

He moved a little towards Yue Chen's position, turned around and put his hand on his shoulder.

Yuechen was still some distance away from the edge of the sofa, and was led by Qin Xinghe to half-ly lie down on the sofa.

Qin Xinghe didn't get off the sofa either, and followed his movements until the boy's head sank in the sofa, and he supported himself with his elbows in a panic.

It was May, and the capital had already warmed up. Yuechen was only wearing a thin shirt, and the shirt slid up at this time, revealing his white and soft flesh.

The cool metal zipper on Qin Xinghe's body brushed across his skin, and the person on the sofa trembled slightly.

The distance of half an arm is really not far.

Qin Xinghe likes everything soft and warm, and the sofa is also soft. Yue Chen sank half of his head into the sofa, and the tiny fluff brushed against his ears.

It's hot and a bit dry.

The two people's current postures were a little too ambiguous, and their breathing was a little heavier. Qin Xinghe looked down at his reddened eye ends, and stood up with his arms propped up.

He said awkwardly: "Why did you lie down directly, we were not like this yesterday."

Yuechen got up and moved back twice, leaning his back against the corner of the sofa: "I'm done."

Although the ambiguous scene just now was a bit too much, but they are all big men, Qin Xinghe won't get up from the sofa thinking about it hypocritically.

Standing in front of Yue Chen, he leaned down, wrapped his arms around the man in his arms, and put his legs against his legs.

He looked at him, without emotion: "can you not make such an expression with this face."

Qin Xinghe remembered that it was at this time that he put it back on.

Yue Chen raised his chin slightly to remind him: "You pinched my chin then."

Oh yes, and this one.

Qin Xinghe pinched his chin, still an emotionless word machine: "Are you made of fucking paper? This hurts, that hurts, let me bear it."

The two stared at each other intently, and Qin Xinghe saw his gradually irritable expression in his eyes: "Why haven't you worn it yet?"

Yue Chen said, "Could it be that your mood is wrong?"

When he was on the plane, Qin Xinghe was genuinely annoyed, but now he just wants to go through the process and return to his body as soon as possible, so naturally his aura is weaker.

Unable to let go of the slightest possibility, Qin Xinghe took out the acting skills he had learned for more than ten years, and gritted his teeth: "Are you fucking made of paper? This hurts, that hurts? Let me bear it!"

eerie silence...

This still doesn't work, Yue Chen continued to propose: "Is it too short? How about starting from the beginning?"

From when he just sat down.

Qin Xinghe waited for him to sit down, pressed one hand on the sofa, forced him into the corner of the sofa, squinted his eyes, and licked his dry lips, "Dog thing..."

Just started, Qing Cong's hand grabbed his collar and pulled it forward: "We were at this distance at that time."

The two are now so close that they can feel the heat of each other's breath.

Is it that close?

Qin Xinghe was angry at the time, but he couldn't remember how close he was. Yuechen said it was this distance, so he continued according to this distance.

Qin Xinghe: "Dog, tell me, you use my body, do you still touch me every day when you take a bath!"

Qin Xinghe: "Didn't you speak well just now? Why are you dumb now?"

Qin Xinghe: "Are you fucking made of paper? This hurts, that hurts? Let me bear it!"

"No, you weren't like this at the time." Yuechen got up from the sofa and pushed Qin Xinghe to the position where he was sitting just now: "I'll show you a demonstration."

Qin Xinghe leaned his back against the sofa, and saw his thin arms pressed against the soft sofa.

Yue Chen knelt on the sofa with half of one leg, Qin Xinghe was forced to spread his legs to make way for him, but he wondered in his heart: "Is he like this? Is there any?"

Not allowing him to think too much, Yue Chen approached him, spraying hot breath on his face: "Dog thing..."

The sofa he bought was already warm, and he was wearing a coat, so he felt that the surrounding area was full of heat, rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Qin Xinghe pushed him away: "My mother didn't do this yesterday!"

His eyes were so cold yesterday that he could kill someone!

Press the short man back to the position just now: "Sit here for me!"

This time, he stopped listening to Yuechen's nonsense, and replayed the scene according to his memory. However, after the last word fell, he didn't wear it back.

Yuechen opened his mouth to speak, but Qin Xinghe's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick: "Shut up, stop pushing!"

If it doesn't work once, then two or three times...

Qin Xinghe replayed it back and forth more than a dozen times, without any change. His hands were numb, and he sat down decadently by the side, his body sunk deep in the sofa.

Sighing, "This doesn't seem to work!"

There was a shallow breathing sound from beside him, but there was no answer to his words.

Qin Xinghe glanced at the alarm clock on the wall. It was one o'clock in the morning, and three hours had passed before he knew it.

He turned his head and saw that his body was still curled up in the sofa, and his peaceful sleeping face was covered with deep bruises.

He was so focused on switching back just now, it seemed he hadn't noticed the tiredness in his eyes.

Looking back now, Qin Xinghe took the mobile phone on the table with a cold face and made a call.

It took a long time to get through the phone, and Rong Zai was in a daze, "Ancestor, you won't have any orders in the middle of the night, right?"

The voice on the other side of the phone was low and cold, "Rong Zai, it's been a few days since I taught you that your skin is itchy, isn't it?"

Hearing Yuechen's voice, Rong Zai glanced at the phone, it was the little devil's number...

But why did the voice of Yue Chen come from the phone of the little devil!

Rong Zai fell asleep and ran away for most of the time. He sat up by the bedside lamp, and was about to ask, when he heard the person on the phone say: "You are a poor dead ghost reincarnated, aren't you? You only have a few days of rest when you come back, and you can still give him some help." Arranging an announcement? Why don't you run for a few days to announce that the earth will stop spinning..."

This tone, this intonation, and this content are exactly the same as those of his little ancestor.

After Qin Xinghe finished cursing, Rong Zai said: "Why are you holding my brother's cell phone? You haven't gone back yet, have you? Why are you staying at my brother's house so late? Where is my brother?"

Qin Xinghe didn't bother to answer these, and warned fiercely: "If you dare to arrange an announcement, pack up and leave!"

Rong Zai was a little messy with the hung up phone.