You're a cannon fodder

This is the third time Fang Zexi has heard Xia Yang say that he likes it.

The first time was the on-the-spot dialogue with the scene, the second time was earnestly whispering in the ear, and the third time was a generous confession under the eyes of everyone.

It's heart-pounding every time.

Everyone in the channel went crazy, swiping their screens desperately.

"Come on, J!"

"Master J, I like you~"

"J big, come on! Go up, go up, push down Zhu-kun!"

"We support you~~~"

Xia Yang smiled and said, "Thank you. However, he is 1."

"σ(っ°д°;)っThen...go to lie flat and get pushed?"

"It's really against my cp! A mouthful of blood."

"Although reverse cp is very cute, I still find it unimaginable!"

"But I am also 1."

"Oh, it's a long road to love."

"Help me, I'm broken, Qiangqiang makes my heart so qaq.j strong! Come on!"

"Actually, the best way at this time is to lie down and dedicate yourself, big brother~ What kind of drunken sex or automatic devotion, and then hahahahahaha, little 1 eats this kind of thing, don't force him o (°▽, °o)”

"Hey upstairs, are you a bamboo attack fan hahahahaha that's too bad."

"Heh, you guys... I'm not ready yet."

"σ(°△°|||) I must have misheard, you really have such an idea?!"

"I would say that I am very supportive of j big lying flat o(*////▽////*)o"

"Is Mr. Zhu really good at attacking? I really can't believe it at all, Master J conquered him with technology!"

"Thank you." Xia Yang smiled gently, but Fang Zexi could hear the helplessness and exhaustion in his tone.

Fang Zexi sent him a private chat: Some things, just talk to your girlfriends, there is no need to say it in front of the public, the circle is not simple.

Jan: Bamboo sticks?

Ciao, how did he see it!

Fang Zexi avoided answering, and quickly replied: People say that Xiu En loves people quickly, and it is always right to keep a low profile.

Jan: Then, you will be my girlfriend?

Three cups and two cups: I am your man!

Fang Ze clicked quit after posting, and hurried to plan another channel, feeling his face burn.

Ahhh he must be out of his mind.

This tells him how to find Xia Yang to pick up the car tomorrow!

The next day was Friday again.

Fang Zexi found that he had an inexplicable fear of Friday.This is a very complicated emotion, neither shock nor fear, let alone joy or sorrow, mixed flavors.

No wonder there is a saying about Black Friday, even the sky is gray.

It's okay when I'm working, but when I'm free, I start to struggle.

Fang Zexi was not the kind of person who couldn't face his heart directly, but it was only when he faced it that he felt more uneasy.

He really has the desire to break off ties with Xia Yang.

From the moment this person appeared, he had disrupted the peaceful and orderly life he had worked so hard to maintain.

Compared with whether he likes it or not, he is more afraid that there will be chaos in the future.

Many things are just beautiful when you think about them.

He should decisively keep a safe distance from people at this time, but his car is still at Xia Yang's house.

Why don't you just park there, no parking fee.

After get off work, the counter finished the settlement, and Anbang's car left. Fang Zexi was still dawdling in the office, giving people the illusion that the vice president is hardworking.

Although his qualifications are relatively junior and he is suspected of being airborne, he is serious and gentle, and his attitude has reduced gossip a lot.

He only packed his things when the security guards were leaving get off work, and the two of them went out together.

When passing the bus stop, the bus that Fang Zexi was going home just stopped, so he subconsciously got on the bus, and it was only after the car started that he remembered that he had agreed to go to Xia Yang's house to pick up the car.

Forget it, or next Monday.

He sent a text message to Xia Yang: "Accidentally got into the car and went home-_-||"

Xia Yang came back quickly: "How much do you not want to see me?"

"No."

——"Don't run away, Bamboo Stick. I won't keep waiting like this."

Looking at the text message sent by Xia Yang, Fang Zexi was stunned. What did he mean by that?

Fang Zexi couldn't figure out how to reply to the text message, so he silently stuffed the phone back into his pocket and looked out the window for a while.

After dinner, Fang Zexi sat in front of the computer, and when he checked Weibo, he saw a new post by Xiaoniaodou.

Yuan Bo showed a shocked expression, and then said: It turns out that the world will end in 40 days!

Xiao Niaodou said: What should I do, I want to run naked when I think that my pit may not be filled before the end of the world.No, don't talk about filling in the pits, at least give me the first issue before I die! ! ! ! !

How much does he want to run naked?

Fang Zexi was speechless for a while, then turned on aa silently, and opened the script to record.

When segment h was recorded, he felt that he was quite calm, so he imported Xia Yang's dry sound into the audio track again.

Then his coolness deserted him.

His mind was full of pictures, tempting him back and forth.

Why did he still remember it so clearly after a whole week!

Fang Zexi smoked a cigarette irritably, but in the end he had no choice but to memorize the lines and rehearse the audio dozens of times.

He gasped in a low voice, trying not to mispronounce the lines, let alone call the wrong name.

He has always believed that h-movies are part of the art of dubbing, and should be treated with a scientific, rigorous, serious and serious attitude, but he never thought that he...

It can be said that it was because he was still drunk when he took a shower after returning home last time, but what is the reason for this time?He's clearly sober, but he still can't help doing this kind of thing, and he's still recording!

This may be the most gaffe in Fang Zexi's life, even worse than the drunken disorder that night.

If someone knew the circumstances under which he recorded this audio, would he be called a pervert? !

Suddenly the doorbell rang in the room, Fang Zexi was startled and nervous, and sprayed all over the table.

"Please wait a moment." He said as he pulled out two pieces of tissue paper and wiped it casually, put on his trousers, adjusted his expression, and went to open the door with a serious face.

It's just that he didn't expect who the person outside the door was.

Xia Yang stood at the door wearing a long black trench coat, with his hands in his pockets, his movements were casual and natural, a few strands of long and thin bangs were blown over his full forehead by the wind leaking in from the corridor window, the profound facial features were originally It would make his expression look a little sharp and cold, but it softened the moment Fang Zexi opened the door, the corners of his eyes turned up, restraining his sharpness.

He smiled and said, "Hi, bamboo stick~"

Fang Zexi slammed the door shut, leaned against the door and tried to breathe calmly, his heart was pounding like it was going to burst his chest, and sparks exploded in his brain one after another.

Second Olympic!

What is he doing here at this time? !

Xia Yang didn't expect Fang Zexi to react like this, the half-opened door suddenly slammed shut again, almost hitting him in the nose.

What's going on here?Do you look like a zombie or a killer in a trench coat?

He touched his nose, raised his hand and knocked on the door again: "Bamboo stick, it's me."

Fang Zexi leaned against the door, slandering: Nonsense, who doesn't know it's you, although I'm short-sighted, it's not so short-sighted that I can't recognize people.

"I said, I won't keep waiting."

Fang Zexi raised his head and took a deep breath, made up his mind to open the door, and said in a calm voice, "Come in."

Xia Yang laughed, his eyes were shining amber by the overhead light in the entrance.

"How do you know my address?" Fang Zexi asked blankly.

"I have a conscientious driver."

Fang Zexi suddenly felt itchy teeth, and closed the door with a snap.

Xia Yang looked at him seriously, and said, "Although I don't want to disturb you, but... bamboo stick, I miss you."

Fang Zexi sighed, and murmured in an inaudible voice: "Why can't we continue to be friends..."

"I'm not reconciled." Xia Yang reached out to support Fang Zexi's face, stole a kiss on his lips, then bent down to take off his shoes, and said, "Bamboo Stick, you don't hate me, so...uh... "

Fang Zexi tugged at his collar, pushed him against the wall, and kissed his mouth that was still opening and closing.

Xia Yang was a little surprised, but after a moment of stunned, he realized that he opened his mouth and responded back and forth, deepening the kiss.

There was still a faint smell of tobacco in Fang Zexi's mouth. Xia Yang didn't smoke, but he didn't think this smell was very annoying. Instead, it made his blood surge and his heart beat like thunder.

Does this mean that the bamboo stick also likes him.

His mood was so high that he couldn't express it. There seemed to be a torrent rushing around inside his body, which made him tremble uncontrollably. He could only express his feelings with deep kisses.

Tongues were intertwined, and the surrounding air seemed to undergo a chemical change, exuding a strong hormonal smell.

Fang Zexi's kiss was a little bit wild, which was very inconsistent with his appearance, but it aroused Xia Yang's desire-desire. He liked this kind of Fang Zexi, and liked how different he looked in front of himself and in front of others. .

After the long kiss, Fang Zexi panted slightly, and asked in Xia Yang's ear: "Xia Yang, are you ready?"

"Ok?"

"Go to bed."

The house Fang Zexi rented was a [-]-square-meter one-bedroom apartment. The small living room was connected to the bedroom. The two of them kissed and caressed as they stumbled towards the bedroom.

When watching the film, I always felt that it was an exaggeration to throw clothes all over the way, but at this time their clothes were indeed thrown all over the floor from the entrance along the aisle.

The heating in the room is sufficient, Xia Yang felt that his skin that was frozen outside was already hot as if it was going to be cooked.

Fang Zexi pressed him on the bed, pushed up his sweater, licked and gnawed at his collarbone and abdominal muscles.

"Bamboo sticks..." Xia Yang was short of breath, and kept stroking Fang Zexi's waist with his hands. The muscles there were firm and beautiful, but the skin was not rough, so delicate and smooth that he couldn't put it down.

Fang Zexi paused, then reached out to take off his pants, and the contents popped out. He intentionally rubbed Xia Yang's lower abdomen slowly, and said, "Where is the bamboo stick? Huh?"

Xia Yang understood what he meant, laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, turned over and pressed Fang Zexi under him, lowered his head and kissed the thing, saying: "You are so cute, Bamboo Stick."

"Hey! Ah...don't..." Fang Zexi felt a burst of warmth and softness surrounding him, and hurriedly got up to stop him.

Xia Yang gave him a seductive look, and then seriously swallowed.

Second Olympic!This is simply a monster, right? !

Fang Zexi's mind was blank. Apart from being comfortable, the seven characters that kept circling in his mind were:

I just cum...I just cum...I just cum...not washed...not washed...not washed...

It's just... dying...

When he ejaculated again, Fang Zexi only had one thought in his mind, it was over.

Is this the so-called, conquer with technology and win with skill?

He was the one who took the initiative, why did he become such a passive one?

When Fang Zexi was in a daze, Xia Yang kissed the corner of his mouth, and asked softly in his ear: "Bamboo stick, do you have lubricant at home?"

Lubricant... Lubricant?

Fang Zexi blushed and coughed twice: "How can there be such a thing in my house, shouldn't you bring it here?"

"What do you think I came here? I still carry that kind of thing." Xia Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Huh? Didn't you come to lay down and sacrifice yourself?"

Xia Yang raised his eyebrows: "It really is you."

Fang Zexi regained his composure, turned over and pushed Xia Yang on the bed, and said with an evil smile, "Lie down, let me love you well."

"Hey...don't make trouble...ha..."

Fang Zexi buried his head, and politely helped Xia Yang solve the problem.

Xia Yang's breathing became obviously heavier, and a few small groans leaked from his lips and teeth. He grabbed Fang Zexi's head and pressed it down again.

……

"Fang Zeyan."

"Ok?"

"You too... um... you like... too?" Xia Yang asked, then suddenly coughed and changed the subject, "Let's go to my house to record tomorrow."

Fang Zexi couldn't help laughing: "Yes."