I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

An Xing had never been so desperately looking forward to Jiang Hanchen being busy at night and not being able to pick him up.

He stared erratically at the wall clock on the wall. From the corner of his eye, Mu Ziyan opened and closed his mouth, showing no intention of stopping.

"Wait a minute." An Xing felt that going on like this was not an option, he had to act first, "Do you have an announcement later?"

"It seems that there is..." Mu Ziyan was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, "No! Do you want to have dinner with me?!"

An Xing frowned: "Mu Ziyan, I told you..."

"I know, I know." Mu Ziyan retracted mutteringly, "You're married, you have a baby, you don't like me, we can only be friends, I'm not chasing you anymore, between friends Not even a meal..."

How could a big star like Tang Seng love to chant mantras so much.

"Stop." An Xing stopped him in time, "Why didn't Mr. Zhao come to pick you up?"

"Now I want to throw me to someone else..." Mu Ziyan muttered while confirming the message Zhao Qing sent him not long ago, "Oh, he said he was stuck in traffic. It seems that it will take a while! Let's talk again!"

Talk about fart, if we continue talking, my love will be gone again.

The pointer circled around, and Mu Ziyan began to yaw while chatting about the business, from the gossip in the circle to the crew's box lunch, from the new restaurant to the idiot Heizi, all the nonsense.

An Xing didn't listen to a word.

"An Xing! An Xing! Are you listening?"

"Brother Jiang! Xing Xing is in the office, shall I take you there?"

"No, you..."

An Xing keenly captured the familiar sound brought in by the wind through the gap in the window.As if facing a formidable enemy, he didn't care about Mu Ziyan's terrified eyes, got up and went over to grab him by the collar, trying to carry him out.

"Hey! I won't be able to control myself if you do this!"

An Xing: "..."

"Baby, what are you doing?"

The clear and cold voice carried imperceptible anger.An Xing didn't even dare to look towards the door, he let go as if in slow motion, smoothed Mu Ziyan's neckline, stepped back, sat upright, and said nothing with his neck stuck.

I don't know what I'm guilty of.

"Who's the baby?" Mu Ziyan managed to calm down, turned his head and saw Jiang Hanchen holding a large bouquet of flowers at the door, and was about to suffocate again.

No wonder people have wives.

Mu Ziyan rolled his eyes around, looking at Hua, at Jiang Hanchen who was gloomy, and at An Xing who was pretending to be calm.

The atmosphere is very strange.

Before he could figure it out, Jiang Hanchen had already walked up to him: "Hello, Jiang Hanchen."

Mu Ziyan got up subconsciously and shook his hand: "Mu Ziyan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Long-awaited." Jiang Hanchen withdrew his hand after a light touch, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, "I heard that Mr. Mu is trying to win the endorsement of 'Universal Tongchen'."

This is very rude to say.

Mu Ziyan restrained his casualness just now, and looked back without showing any weakness: "Yes, I heard that joining the WTO should match my schedule."

They are of the same stature, but their auras are opposite, but it is difficult to compete with each other, and the atmosphere is tense for a while.

Fireworks splashed in the air, and the taut strings sizzled. An Xing, who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, threw away a handful of firewood without guilt.

"Yes, yes, it's scorching hot."

"Yan... Yan?" Jiang Hanchen gritted his back molars and squeezed out the two words, "Are you familiar with each other?"

Even though Jiang Hanchen didn't turn around, An Xing was shivering from the cold. He met Mu Ziyan's puzzled eyes, winked and mouthed: Please!Do me a favor!

Mu Ziyan understood, Mu Ziyan was wronged.Mu Ziyan rolled his eyes in his heart, I am a majestic superstar, and I have been reduced to an old vinegar that promotes the harmony of the dream lover's family.

The world is going down, and vinegar is flying in June.

"Yeah," although An Xing is not a man, but Mu Ziyan still has professional ethics and acting skills, he sat back on the ground, "Xing Xing and I are very good...friends. "

The word "friend" is calm if taken lightly, but ambiguous if taken too hard.

Mu Ziyan, who has just been given a heavy responsibility, is obviously the second type.

An Xing couldn't see Jiang Hanchen's expression, he could only get a glimpse of the storm coming from the crumbling lily of the valley flowers.

No, no, it’s not good if you play off.

"That..." An Xing couldn't sit still anymore, he stood up and tried to control the situation, but was so frightened by Jiang Hanchen who suddenly turned around that he almost fell back on the sofa.

They were not too close, separated by a bunch of lilies of the valley and a slightly protruding belly.However, An Xing burned from his toes to the roots of his ears all of a sudden, and the source of the heat was the hand covering his waist.

"You..." An Xing's fingers pressed against Jiang Hanchen's chest with spineless fingers, more like a refusal than a push, "Let go of me..."

A burst of lily-of-the-valley fragrance swayed into An Xing's nasal cavity, and Jiang Hanchen hugged him tighter: "Baby, you've grown flesh."

Before An Xing could say "Go away", he was dizzy from the oncoming fragrance of flowers mixed with snow.

Jiang Hanchen pressed close to his ear, his deep voice was like a gu: "So soft, so comfortable."

The hand that was originally on the back of the waist was moved to the side of the waist rather unceremoniously, and squeezed.

An Xing's knees were weak, and his voice changed its tone, like a pool of spring water disturbed by the evening wind, each ending trembled, hooked by the wind blowing across the pool.

"Brother...itches..."

Jiang Hanchen's soul was almost taken away.

Mu Ziyan didn't know where to look, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to leave, he could only angrily urge Zhao Qing to come and save his life.

Fortunately, Zhao Qing was more reliable, and arrived at the scene when Mu Ziyan was about to be soaked in lemon juice and rusted.

Mu Ziyan jumped up, rushed out with his mobile phone in his hand, and stopped halfway through the rush, looking at the two conjoined twins who hesitated to speak.

If you say hello, you may get sprayed, but if you don't say hello, it's not polite.

Mu Ziyan felt that it was too difficult for him.

Perhaps the expression on his face was too rich, which attracted An Xing's gaze. An Xing blinked at him, and said two words silently:

close the door.

A loud bang woke up the two parties who were alone.

Jiang Hanchen snorted dissatisfied: "How did you become an idol with such rude manners?"

An Xing rested his chin on Jiang Hanchen's shoulder, and nodded in agreement: "It seems that everyone still likes bad men."

"is it?"

"Yeah, men are not bad, men don't love them."

It was only after An Xing finished speaking that he realized the danger. The hand wandering around his waist lifted the hem of his clothes without his consent, and lightly opened the waistband of his trousers to poke inside.

After she became pregnant, An Xing wore elasticated pants, which made it easier for those with a heart to do anything wrong.

An Xing froze, quickly pressed his hand, teasing him pretending to be relaxed: "Are you jealous?"

"More than that, I'm going crazy, baby."

Heavy but restrained panting hit his ears, An Xing subconsciously let go of his hand.

Jiang Hanchen didn't move, he put down the bouquet, and kneaded the back of An Xing's neck with the hand that still had the fragrance of the flower stems, as if bewitching:

"Can I have a kiss?"

"what?"

Jiang Hanchen pinched his chin with a low smile, and patted his butt with the other hand on his trouser waist, with a hoarse voice:

"Can I touch it?"

An Xing was teased, his face was red, he was ashamed and annoyed: "Ask...what are you asking..."

"Oh..." Jiang Hanchen looked like a good student studying a topic, "So the baby also likes bad men?"

An Xing clasped his neck with both hands, met his gentle gaze, and wrote a comment for his subject:

"No, I only like you."

Then Jiang Hanchen kissed him in a moment of stupefaction.

They haven't kissed each other for a long time, but they have a tacit understanding as if they received a lingering kiss in the morning.

An Xing leaned against Jiang Hanchen's arms panting, and narrowed his eyes comfortably under his gentle touch.

"Baby, thank you for liking me."

"You're welcome, I haven't promised you yet." An Xinglai was in his arms, but he spoke like a little heartless, "I'm not that easy to chase."

Jiang Hanchen smiled even more. He took An Xing's thin white fingertips and touched them to his lips: "If you let me chase you, you will save my life."

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