The actor who wears it is a loyal dog

Feng Jing was not willing to let Feng Xing take the high-speed train at the risk of being recognized by fans, but went to the city where Feng Xing had his road show ahead of time to wait for him to get off work.

He had heard from Feng Xing that in that world, a young man like him usually ate an egg and drank with his colleagues at home or in a restaurant before passing away.

Now that Feng Xing is alone in another world, there must be someone who can drink with him.

After running the notice, Feng Xing had already heard the news that Feng Jing was coming to pick him up, so he ran to the parking lot without taking off his makeup. Fortunately, the fans were all guarding the gate, so Feng Xing managed to escape.

"I asked my assistant to buy milk tea for the fans, let's just leave." Feng Xing looked at Feng Jing anxiously, with deep anticipation inside.

"What? Do you want a gift? I'm not ready. You've already given me the ring, so you don't need me to give you another one." Feng Jing felt that he was at a disadvantage when he thought about it, "You didn't tell me back then, you didn't even give it I wore a ring!"

"I don't need any presents. Having you with me is the greatest gift." Feng Xing's eyes were pious. Since he was a child, his birthdays were usually eaten and drank by himself or a group of brothers. He said it was just to find a reason to get together. Playing around together, no one has ever taken him so seriously, and spent a few hours rushing here just to spend a birthday with him.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place first." Feng Jing pulled Feng Xing into a taxi.

The big brother driver in the car is very good at chatting, pulling Feng Jing and chatting non-stop.

While chatting, Feng Jing played with Feng Xing's fingers below.

Feng Xing's hands have the characteristics of a martial arts practitioner, with broad palms, thick joints, and thick calluses on the palms and fingertips.Probably because of regular exercise, no matter whether the weather is hot or cold, his hands are kept warm like a small stove.

Probably out of fun, Feng Jing pulled Feng Xing's hand closer and started writing on it.

Every stroke made Feng Xing's palms itch, as well as his heart.

"Guess what I wrote?" Feng Jing whispered softly in Feng Xing's ear, the tips of his ears were dyed red with his exhaled breath, hazy in the bright lights of the roadside.

"husband……"

"Hey." Feng Jing happily agreed, so Feng Xing had to keep the rest of the words in his mouth.

The brother driver in front suddenly heard this sound, looked back from the rearview mirror in fright, and noticed the two holding hands, with a clear expression on his face.

Feng Xing, who had been tricked, didn't care what the driver thought, but the "husband" made him blush.

The two of them can do whatever they want on the bed, but now in a closed space like a taxi with other people, the shame seems to be magnified countless times.

What Feng Jing just wrote was actually "Happy Birthday Husband".

Feng Xing held Feng Jing's hand instead, and bravely kissed it.

"Today is my birthday, and you still bully me."

Feng Jing didn't expect Feng Xing to be so bold, he looked at him with interest, wondering what he wanted to do.

"You should have told me yourself." Feng Xing's voice was a little trembling, he didn't know if it was shyness or excitement.

"Well, today you are the boss." Feng Jing deliberately lowered his voice to make his tone more ambiguous, "Husband, happy birthday."

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The hotel that Feng Jing booked is the highest floor of a five-star hotel, the biggest feature is that there is a luxurious observation deck where you can watch the stars.

The two went to the bathroom to take a shower first, then sat on the observation deck to watch the stars, and each poured a glass of wine.

Feng Jing took out the script from his luggage, and was about to share this "gift" with Feng Xing, when he was infected by the burning flames in Feng Xing's eyes.

"Mr. Feng," Feng Xing pressed Feng Jing on the recliner, and straddled it by himself, "Today is my birthday."

With a smile on his face, Feng Jing raised his head and accepted a lingering kiss with Feng Xing.

"You are the master today, how about doing it yourself?" Feng Jing put his hand into the bathrobe.

The temperature on the viewing platform gradually increased, and they spent a happy night under the witness of the stars.

After waking up the next day, Feng Jing felt complicated when he saw the mess on the viewing platform—especially when the scripts on the small coffee table were all contaminated by some unknown liquid.

Feng Xing was still sleeping due to excessive physical exertion, Feng Jing was embarrassed to let the cleaning see the mess, so he threw the script into the trash can and cleaned it up briefly.

Although the nonsense last night was a little too much, Feng Jing still didn't forget the business, returned to the bed after a simple wash, held Feng Xing's head and kissed him.

Feng Xing actually woke up a long time ago, but he was a little embarrassed thinking about what happened yesterday, so he could only pretend to sleep like an ostrich.

"Actually, I have a gift for you, but I didn't have time to give it to you yesterday. The script of "Son of Heaven" that I told you before has already been discussed, and you will play the leading role."

"Really?" Feng Xing's heart moved when he heard this, but immediately he felt a little panic: "The emperor."

"Well, how about it? Do you want to try it?" Feng Jing didn't mention his efforts to win this script. Feng Xing has lived under the feudal system for nearly 30 years, and it's normal for him to be unable to change for a while. He respects Feng Xing's work. any decision made.

Feng Xing gritted his teeth and nodded heavily: "Act! I can act!"

Feng Jing gave him an encouraging hug: "My husband is the best."

The author has something to say: the third countdown to the end, the new article is for collection~Bi Xin Xin