I exchanged true love for 1000 billion

Gu Qianhuan's face turned red.

The chewed popcorn has been swallowed, and the sweetness spreads in the mouth: "You—"

Gu Fengyao was stunned, a small piece of skin that the young man licked with his tongue burned inexplicably, his fingertips curled up slightly, but nothing happened on his face, and he fed the young man again.

Only this time, Gu Qianhuan refused to open her mouth: "Watch a movie."

In fact, there is no movie in his heart, his eyes fell on the screen, but his brain was distracted, looking serious.

Gu Fengyao raised the corners of his lips, not daring to tease him anymore, for fear of annoying others, only his eyes never moved away, and the traces of affection evaporated in the air, even though Gu Qianhuan didn't see it, he could feel it, the fingertips quietly squeeze tight.

The hot eyes fell on the face, like a fire out of control, I don't know how long it will burn, whether it will be extinguished naturally or artificially.

Gu Qianhuan's mind was in a mess, she didn't want to think about it, she was grinding her tongue, ready to concentrate on watching a movie.

When the movie switched, the horror movie ghosts were horrifying. What's more, Gu Qianhuan suddenly froze and her breathing froze when they bumped into a pair of blood-colored eyes.

There was a scream from the back row, like a chain reaction, and several more screams. Even if it is such a bad movie, seeing ghost pictures suddenly is unbearable.

Noisy voices sounded, like resentment and curses. In the din, Gu Qianhuan lowered his eyes. His hand was held in the palm of a man, and his fingers were tightly clasped. The smell of the man penetrated into his nose. He heard The other party's voice: "Huanhuan, don't be afraid."

At the same time, a hand gently comforted his stiff back. He was startled at first, but after realizing it, he softened his body: "I..." He took a breath: "I'm fine."

Gu Fengyao glanced at the young man's cheek, and the light-colored pupils of the other party glowed faintly under the weak light: "I know, I'm afraid."

As he spoke, he did not forget to tighten his arms, and boldly and directly hugged him into his arms.

Gu Qianhuan: "..."

After the show ended, they avoided the crowd, and waited for the crowd to disperse in a dark corner. Gu Qianhuan hugged the big bucket, and her eyes fell on the man involuntarily, a little reserved and scrutinizing.

All of this was remembered by Gu Fengyao. He had been watching the young man quietly from the corner of his eye. He looked like he was holding the paper bucket, well-behaved and obedient, soft and sticky... like a Xuemei Niang placed in the window.

Gu Fengyao's Adam's apple rolled, and he felt thirsty.

But he didn't dare to act rashly, he moved little by little until his body completely blocked the young man, Gu Qianhuan looked up at him: "Why—"

Gu Fengyao lowered his head, brushed his cheeks with his fingertips, strands of black and soft hair, and pressed his hoarse voice into his bright red lips: "Huanhuan..."

He held his waist with one hand, clasped his cheek with the other, his soft lips were like soft jelly, Gu Fengyao ate it once, it was soft and sweet, he pried open the young man's lips and tongue, and tasted the sweetness milk taste.

The aggressor who broke in had tasted the sweetness, and became more aggressive and wanted more, as if they wanted to plunder even their breath.

Gu Qianhuan swept her raised eyelashes, and a gray shadow fell on her jade-like face, as if surrounded by a ball of fire, without any ability to escape, and inexplicably, she didn't want to struggle.

I don't know how long it took, Gu Fengyao let go of his hand, Gu Qianhuan glared at him with red brows, creating a somewhat charming scenery for no reason, before he could quibble, the young man stretched out his foot and kicked his calf lightly :"roll!"

He walked fast, trying to shake him off several times, but when he turned his head, the man was following behind him step by step. Gu Qianhuan's eyes froze, only to realize that he had reached the end of the long street, and the entire long street stood behind the man. Dazzling lights are dotted on it, forming a line. On one side, there is a whole sea of ​​lights.

The music fountain in front of Times Square in the distance is even more beautiful, a few children on roller skating are laughing and laughing, and the night breeze brings the smell of fireworks from street food.

Gu Fengyao bought a bunch of candied haws from nowhere, bright red hawthorn balls, wrapped in a layer of luminous glass icing, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, and packed in translucent glutinous rice paper.

He raised the candied haws in his hand and smiled: "Jingcheng's special candied haws, I removed the pits specially for fear that you might not be used to them, do you want to eat them?"

Gu Qianhuan's eyes fell on him.

Only one word remains - out of place.

The red candied haws full of smoke and fire was held in the hands of the noble man, as if his whole body had come alive.

Gu Qianhuan blinked, as if delusional.

Before he could react, a bunch of candied haws had already been stuffed into his hands, and he met Gu Fengyao's gaze: "Eat one."

Gu Qianhuan was holding it, a little at a loss. In fact, he grew up abroad, and his hometown is Wucheng in the south. He had never eaten it, and he was a little bit hesitant. Do he want to swallow it all?

Gu Fengyao bought the largest bunch of candied haws, which were big and plump. Gu Qianhuan looked at him, looked at the candied haws, and bit off them in one bite. As a result, both sides of the cheeks were bulging, and hard glass candies stuck in his mouth. It melted away, and the tongue couldn't lick it, so I could only swallow it little by little.

Everything happened with lightning speed.

Gu Fengyao realized that his mouth was completely filled.

The tip of the man's tongue was licking his palate, his eyes were deep and dark, he saw Huanhuan's white and soft cheeks were completely stretched by hawthorn balls, bulging like a chipmunk, so cute that people want to swallow it in one bite.

"Excuse me, do you have any feelings about this year's Nine Prayers Festival?" The reporter suddenly appeared, and the microphone was already in front of Gu Qianhuan. What Nine Prayers Festival?He had to speak before he remembered that there was still something stuffed in his mouth, and the dark camera was facing him, the pupils of the young man were constricted, it was like a scene of death.

Gu Fengyao's eyes flickered, and he stood in front of Gu Qianhuan, his aura widened: "Sorry, he is my friend, it's inconvenient now, you can ask me anything."

After seeing his appearance clearly, the reporter's gloomy gaze suddenly lit up, because Gu Fengyao had been standing in the backlight just now, and he only saw Gu Qianhuan.

Although it's just a simple assignment, who doesn't like beauties.

The handsome guy in front of him is not bad, but he is a bit trembling, and at the same time, he looks at him with strange eyes. It is obviously cold tomorrow, why is he constantly wiping sweat, and he looks very hot.

reporter:"……"

Wrong, I was scared! ! !

Afterwards, the local news suddenly became popular. After all, the identities of the two were not a secret, and their looks were top-notch. Once it was broadcast, although it was only a few seconds, it also attracted many professional fans.

Cheng Yan turned on the TV. Not long after the bandages were removed from his legs, it was inconvenient to move, so he could only rest.There was no one else in the house except him, and it was so quiet.

Somehow, Cheng Yan turned on the TV, leaned over to get the kettle, and poured scalding hot water into the glass, forming a layer of white mist.

At the same time, a voice came from the TV:

——Sorry, he is my friend, it is inconvenient now, you can ask me anything.

He subconsciously looked at Gu Fengyao, and - Gu Qianhuan behind him.

Cheng Yan clenched his fingers tightly, and his face turned livid with just one glance, and his eyes fell between the two holding each other. This scene only lasted for a few seconds, but he remembered it deeply.

The scalding hot water overflowed the cup and spilled on the ground, a few drops splashed on his body, scorching hot, Cheng Yan froze, the kettle fell to the ground, the boiling water splashed on the ground, his calves flooded visibly There was a large flush.

Cheng Yan frowned, he turned off the TV, and sat calmly on the sofa, seemingly calm, but in fact he was on the verge of erupting, angry at Gu Fengyao's first step, every frame of his intimacy with Qian Huan made him feel extremely dazzling At the same time, Cheng Yan sadly discovered a fact: he would never be able to.

Qian Huan didn't love him, and let him do whatever he wanted.

He lowered his head to cover the surging emotions in his eyes. Not long after, the mobile phone beside him rang. After he connected, he listened quietly: "Okay, I will make arrangements as soon as possible."

"Injury? My injury has healed. I will complete the task. Don't worry."

The bleak wind outside the window blew the curtain, revealing the swaying sky light, Cheng Yan slowly got up, the light in his eyes went out one by one.

What he can't get, he would rather destroy it than let others get it.

"Thorn-"

The hot oil hit the green leafy vegetables with water, and the oil splashed wildly. He closed the lid calmly, and the sound was muffled in the frying pan. After a few seconds, Gu Fengyao took off the lid, and the hot air rolled out along with the oil.

He quickly stir-fried a few times, added sliced ​​meat, seasonings and water, and a fried meat with celery without any color, fragrance, or taste came out of the pan. It was placed in a rich dish, as dusty as a poor little guy who had just been dug out of a mine.

He watched and pursed his lips.

regret.

When Gu Qianhuan came out of the shower, her wet hair was pressed against her fair cheeks, and a drop of transparent water trickled down her soft and slender neck.The two were very close, and Gu Fengyao smelled the faint scent of mint on his body, and was a little intoxicated.

Gu Qianhuan sniffed suddenly, her voice was soft and deep after bathing: "You started cooking."

His gaze fell on the dusty celery, and after locking on to the target, he pinched it with his chopsticks. During this period, Gu Fengyao had no time to stop it, and saw the young man smiling and looking up: "Not bad."

Gu Fengyao followed with a chopstick. The meat was too salty and the celery smelled like a paste. He picked up the plate silently: "I'll eat it myself."

Gu Qianhuan glanced at him, as if complaining: "Why, you want to eat alone? You won't even let me eat a plate of food."

Gu Fengyao: "Huanhuan, it's not delicious."

He has already given up his mind, he is a culinary waste, and he will never let the young people eat this dish of failure.

Gu Qianhuan said lightly: "We have different tastes."

In the end, he only picked up a few chopsticks, and most of the plate fell into Gu Fengyao's mouth. It was only past seven o'clock after finishing the meal. Gu Qianhuan leaned slightly, and the open white collar hit Gu Fengyao's eyes.

He looks away.

Hold your fingertips tight.

Neck tightened, Gu Qianhuan grabbed his tie, and the long gray-blue tie swayed gently at his snow-white slender fingertips: "Come to the studio to find me after you finish washing the dishes."

Bright, naked hints.

Gu Fengyao thought, how could he refuse.

She probably finished the housework as fast as she could in her life, and took a bath by the way, like a concubine who was about to be blessed by an emperor in ancient times, she washed herself clean and took the initiative to send her to the bed.

Gu Fengyao's heart beat like a drum, his dark pupils reflected a bright moonlight, the studio was as bright as day, the curtains were drawn, and the floor-to-ceiling windows reflected half of the Milky Way.

The person he was looking for - Gu Qianhuan was sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a slender women's cigarette between his fingertips. When he heard the movement, he lazily turned his head. At that glance, his charming peach eyes were stacked with snow colors, and the wind and moon were boundless.

This is him who is different from usual, Gu Fengyao's heart beat fast and even started to hurt, he restrained his breathing, his voice was almost hoarse: "Huanhuan, where do you want to draw?"

Gu Qianhuan approached him, with a snow-colored bathrobe hanging loosely on his body, his eyes were burning with pure, hot and crazy light like the sun: "All of them."

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