The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

The speeding car was running in the Badain Jaran Desert, and Shen Moyan sat behind Wang Ye and hugged him, the grit passing through the ends of his hair rustled, and the man's body temperature through the leather jacket spread in his hands.

His vision was blurred by the wind and sand, and Shen Moyan had the illusion of being desperate for the end of the world, and his arms were tightened. He suddenly wished that this trip to the desert would not stop, let them wander forever, not face reality, and put aside all Disturbance, regardless of the cause and effect, just cling to each other tightly like this, and will never be separated again.

"I thought..." The wind was blowing too loudly, Shen Moyan raised his voice and shouted, but most of the volume was swallowed into the endless wilderness: "You will take me to a foreign island to see handsome men and beautiful women..."

Wang Ye was wearing goggles and a helmet, but it didn't affect his hearing. When the pleasant voice came from his back, he smiled charmingly and asked lightly, "Why do you think so?"

"Because..." Part of the voice was swallowed up in the desert and scattered in the wind. Shen Moyan leaned on his back, heard the strong heartbeat, and smiled: "Master Wang has always liked hot beauties...."

"Hahahaha," hearing the little guy teasing himself, Wang Ye laughed instead of anger, his white teeth gleaming in the scorching sun: "My young master, it has more connotations than you think~"

The sun in the desert was so bright that it was reflected in Wang Ye's side face. He was as handsome as a work of art carefully carved by a god. Shen Moyan had seen countless wonderful scenery in the world in a hundred years, but at this moment the man was wild and arrogant, even if he remembered it after years. It made him tremble uncontrollably.

For the first time, he seemed to feel that Wang Ye was not only Xue Shaoqing's reincarnation, not just a sustenance of his thoughts, but a living person with a complete and independent soul, a lover who made him thrilled.

The speeding car stopped in a yurt tribe, Wang Ye casually took off his helmet, put his arm around Shen Moyan's waist and lifted him off the car seat, the movement was done in one go, with indescribable masculine charm.

"Now Mobei is developing rapidly. This is the only remaining aboriginal town. Let's take a break today and take you to see some good things tonight." Wang Ye patted the gravel on his head, grinning nicely, and pulled After passing his hand, he walked to the tent rented in advance.

Shen Moyan let him hold him and shuttled through the traffic and traffic. Fortunately, the town is not an advanced and prosperous metropolis, and many people don't know the two of them, so they don't intend to enjoy the rare leisure.

"Let's live here." Wang Ye walked to a yurt, patted the tent and waved to him, "Come in and have a good look."

"Tsk," Shen Moyan uttered a single voice with a smile, and followed him to open the curtain and walk in. Before, he never thought that Young Master Wang could come to stay in this kind of folk residence. Now that the two of them are on the website, it is indeed like that again. thing.

In fact, despite the fact that the yurt is only a thin layer, but he got acquainted by accident. When he came here a few years ago, he only glanced at it in a hurry before rushing to the destination.

The yurt is very spacious inside.The host’s family prepared an altar of incense and placed it in the center, men’s belongings on the west, women’s belongings on the east, and Buddha statues, saddles, food and other things beside them.

"It's very complete, even the women's things are prepared for Wang Shao." Shen Moyan pointed at a Mongolian girl's coat, and said with a smile.

"Damn!", Wang Ye cursed inwardly, "A bunch of idiots."

This is handled by the general manager of the Mongolian branch. The emperor is far away from the sky. He thought he was here to eat wild food. What's so strange about having two women's clothes? The little leader didn't put two beauties in bikinis on the bed. This is already restrained.

"Hey, then...then..." The ghost knows he stuttered, it must be too dry here!definitely is! "That was ordered by someone else...not by me..."

Shen Moyan glanced at him, put down the woman's clothes and didn't bother to say much, walked around to sit on the bed, slowly opened the kettle and took a drink or two before calmly saying: "That's right, or else Wang Dashao used to be famous, and no one else would." It’s no wonder you are still so attentive until now.”

"We don't want to turn over old debts!" ​​Wang Ye rushed forward and threw him on the bed, pressing Shen Moyan's wrists on the top of his head with both hands: "Tell me, after so long, when did I find someone else?" .”

"I don't know. I've been supported so far away by you that it's hard to see each other. Who knows what you're doing with whom?" Look at him again.

"Hey, you little heartless~" Wang Ye laughed angrily, and bit his snow-white neck hard with all his strength: "Your man praises you with real gold and silver, and you dare to doubt me~ Look I'm not going to cure your stinky disease~"

After finishing speaking, First Young Master Wang snapped his fingers and scratched Shen Moyan's itchy flesh, making the latter laugh out loud and raised his hand to beg for mercy: "Oh, hahaha, it's so itchy, let me go, stop!" Next, I was wrong, can't I be wrong~"

"I know I'm wrong? Do you still doubt me?" Wang Ye kissed him on the lips, with a smirk on his face, and the two of them rubbed against each other for a long time, and there was a sign of fire.

It's not that Shen Moyan didn't feel the hard object on his thigh, his old face flushed with shame, and he said softly, "I don't dare. Good brother, please forgive me."

The little guy seldom acted coquettishly, Wang Ye clearly wanted to laugh, but the flames in his heart stained his eyes first, he stroked the man's chest with his palm, and then unfastened a button with two fingers.

"Have you ever done it in a yurt?" His voice was hoarse and scary, his strong desire almost overflowed his pupils, and his lower body rubbed against each other's skin.

When the hot flesh touched Shen Moyan's body, he turned his head away quickly: "No..."

"Then... let's try today..."

After Wang Ye's words fell, he lifted his clothes to reveal a large smooth chest, and his hot lips blocked their breathing for a moment.

What's more, in the spacious yurt, there are only bursts of uncontrollable gasps, and even if I pass by outside, I feel blushing and heartbeating.

When night fell, Wang Ye drove Shen Moyan to a Gobi desert in a speeding car. It was clearly a barren place where not a single blade of grass grew, but strangely, there was an old tree with luxuriant vines and unreasonable growth in the center.

It seems that it does not belong to this land, but it still stands here, completely natural and out of place.

Shen Moyan lifted his legs and got off the car seat, and took the lead to step into the Gobi desert. The bottom of his delicate embroidered shoes was also submerged by sand, but it didn't affect his pace at all.

"I didn't expect it to still be here." He stroked the tree trunk and muttered, his gaze seemed misty and far away.

Wang Ye also parked the car behind him, and as the man walked towards this unreasonable green shade, the night sky in the desert was cloudless, and a piece of the Milky Way shone brightly, as if they could pick off a star and keep it in their palms with just reaching out.