Why can't the lead singer control himself

Zheng Hao was stunned on the spot.

Just now, I was comforting others one after another, but this time I was speechless, and I didn't know where to put my hands.

He was excited and apprehensive, and couldn't wait to confirm again.

What is "later", and what does "owing each other" mean?

Is this what he understands?

Just as I was about to continue asking, the wind chimes at the entrance of the dessert shop rang, and 7 or 8 people who looked like young college students poured in from outside, talking and laughing.Instantly occupy the space of the store.

Their position on the sidelines is no longer a paradise.

The taste of love was washed away by the noisy atmosphere before he could taste it.

Wan Jingjing always hated places with many people, so he frowned unconsciously and withdrew his hand.

Zheng Hao had no choice but to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and pulled Wan Jingjing away quickly.

He was anxious to find a more romantic and private place to sublimate the feelings that had just been brewing.

But before he reached the door of the store, a girl in the student group saw him and exclaimed: "My God! Battery!"

Zheng Hao's heart trembled: This is like Gu Yao.

With this shout, not only her companions stopped their voices to look over, but also the guests at the next table cast curious glances.

Zheng Hao is not so popular that everyone knows him. Few people in the shop really know him, but they can't stand the girl making a fuss. phone.

Wan Jingjing sighed, and had no choice but to play the role of manager again. Instead, he stood in front of Zheng Hao and said softly to the customer who took the photo, "Please don't post it online."

Zheng Hao hadn't recovered from the young love just now, and after being watched by such a crowd, he quickly entered the role of an artist, put on his sunglasses, and smiled at a few girls.

The so-called double harvest in love and career.

He had a cool face, but he didn't know how proud he was.

Wan Jingjing glanced out of the corner of his eye and knew what he was doing. When he walked to the electric motorcycle at the door, he was still a little worried and asked: "You are running here at this time, is it okay to be photographed? Lin Zhangzhang knows you are you coming?"

Zheng Hao said, "Uh... how should I put it, I told him, but he didn't agree."

Wan Jingjing: "..."

"You still think you are very polite?"

Some people just can't help talking.Just as he was talking, Lin Zhangzhang called, and the first sentence he answered was: "Did you really go to Hainan???"

Zheng Hao was startled, and turned his head to look at the dessert shop behind him. Several students were still quietly watching this side through the glass, and waved at him when they turned around.

He couldn't help feeling a little worried:

"Ah...was it exposed so soon? Is there a paparazzi following me?"

Lin Zhangzhang: "...Don't dream, the paparazzi has no time to talk to you. I can see your flight information."

Zheng Hao complained first: "Brother Lin, can you respect my privacy?"

Lin Zhangzhang didn't think there was anything wrong, Quan thought he was joking: "How can you have such a thing, you have already shaken it out before anyone else snooped on it."

Zheng Hao held up the phone and shook it, and it didn't stop for a while.He looked at Wan Jingjing in front of him, tall and handsome, and he liked it no matter how he looked, and he was even gentle to Lin Zhangzhang on the phone, and said generously: "Okay, okay, I get it, this pair It's a bit difficult for you, but it's nothing serious, please don't call me to disturb the world of the two of us, okay?"

Only then did Lin Zhangzhang finally say something useful: "I have to come back to rehearse tomorrow, and you two should find a place where no one is around to have an affair, so don't get caught!"

Zheng Hao laughed on the phone, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears: "What cheating, our legitimate couple, couple, do you understand?"

Lin Zhang was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and when he heard this, he immediately hung up the phone.

Zheng Hao was so complacent, he raised his chin towards Wan Jingjing, frivolously as if he was molesting a girl: "Isn't that right, hubby?"

The corner of Wan Jingjing's mouth curled up: "Don't make a fuss about him, don't take another manager away."

Zheng Hao brushed his hair, with a face of a villain: "Yes, after all, not all managers can transform into handsome guitarist husbands."

After hearing this, Wan Jingjing raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "How many more...husbands do you want?"

"One, just you", this is the time for Zheng Hao to perform supernormally. After he finished speaking, he straddled the back seat of the small motorcycle, patted the front seat and said:

"Come on quickly, my husband, you'd better ride fast."

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It's not good for a man to go too fast, Wan Jingjing still took his time, unmoved by being overtaken by many bicycles around him.

But the sunset of the island is coming.Cycling along the road beside the beach, in the distance is the sea that is gradually dyed orange, surrounded by coconut trees that are constantly receding, and the sun is shining through the gaps, no longer scorching.

Wan Jingjing's vest was blown up, and with the scent of Issey Miyake's perfume on him, he floated beside Zheng Hao.Fascinated, he touched his abdominal muscles, piece by piece, stronger than before.

"Why do I feel like the two of us are elope?" Zheng Hao whispered.

Like a scene from a Taiwanese or Japanese movie.

At this time, the boy in front should have stretched out a hand to cover it, and the two hands were clasped in front of the abdominal muscles.

Then I shouted "I love you" against the wind, or said some far-fetched words.

Finally, the people in the back seat opened their arms to face the wind, and both of their bangs were blown up.

But Wan Jingjing's helmet was tightly covered, and he opened his mouth and said, "Take your hands away."

Why is it not romantic at all, Zheng Hao groaned: "What's wrong, I just touched it."

Wan Jingjing's voice was colder than the traffic safety broadcast: "It affects my cycling."

Zheng Hao withdrew his hand speechlessly, clutching the metal shelf of the back seat, and asked angrily, "Where are we going?"

"I do not know either."

"Then let's go casually." Zheng Hao thinks this is very good, like elopement or escape, and wearing a helmet is a bit like a desperado.

He sang the melody in his head casually, thinking about writing another song:

"Where are the ends of the earth,

You take me there, and I will follow you..."

But it turns out that if you want to go to the ends of the earth, first of all, you cannot ride an electric car.

The small electric motorcycle beeped exhausted and slowed down.

The two of them supported the ground on their four long legs and stopped at the side of the road...

"I said, Lao Wan, you are such a safe person. How did you do such a thing? You didn't notice that it was out of battery."

Zheng Hao took off his helmet, looked at the dashboard with a teasing smile, and leaned over his face: "Are you restless?"

As he wished, Wan Jingjing got out of the car, stood by the side of the road, and said helplessly for a while: "Yes, I am restless, and my thoughts are hard to calm down." After speaking, he looked at the dashboard, couldn't hold back, and laughed with his head down. .

Zheng Hao slapped him on the back, didn't dare to use any real force, and laughed along with him: "You still told me not to touch you, and I didn't know what I was thinking for a long time?"

Wan Jingjing couldn't stop laughing, and looked at him: "What can I think, what can I think."

Zheng Hao sat in the car, looked up and asked, "What do you think? Tell me."

Wan Jingjing smiled and turned away, ignoring him.

Zheng Hao didn't give up, he pushed the car and chased after him: "Hey, don't go, tell me."

The two walked one by one and chased after each other. They didn't know where Wan Jingjing rode. There were really no people around, but there was really no place to rest or recharge.

Zheng Hao was tired from walking, so he simply sat on the car, relying on his long legs, kicking and sliding on the ground, while still remembering bitterness and sweetness:

"Old Wan, do you know? When I was in Beijing, I bought a second-hand electric car. It wasn't a little sheep like you. It was the kind that could be ridden by manpower or electric.

In the dilapidated alley where I lived, electric cars could not be pushed in, so they could only be placed at the entrance of the alley. Then one day, the battery in the car was stolen.

I didn't have the money to buy a new battery at that time, and I was reluctant to sell the car. A car without a battery couldn't be sold at a price.

Then for a while, I used the electric bike as a bicycle, just like that, I could exercise my leg strength. "

Wan Jingjing walked with his pockets in his pockets, listening to him say this in a relaxed tone as if he was telling a joke, and his face softened.

He reached out and rubbed his head and asked, "Well, was it you who smashed my battery?"

"No, the car that hit you belonged to my roommate at the time."

Zheng Hao smiled: "It was because I lost the battery that I became aware of theft. Later, I borrowed his bike and took it off wherever I went."

After finishing speaking, I thought about it: "Thinking about it this way, the fate between us is always inseparable from electric vehicles and batteries. But now that I have money, I can buy two when I go back. When you go home, we will ride it when we go out." Electric car, you don’t have to worry about motion sickness anymore.”

Wan Jingjing laughed while listening, glanced at him, remembered what he had just been molested, and bounced back: "I can't ride with you, you are too fast."

"Hey, what do you mean?" Zheng Hao was offended: "When you were with me for the first time, you still gave me a score of 98?"

Wan Jingjing raised his eyebrows: "Do you believe what a man says on the bed?"

"Damn it, I haven't been told to be fast in all these years!" Zheng Hao was very dissatisfied, he opened his mouth and regretted it.

Sure enough, Wan Jingjing stopped and looked at him.

Zheng Hao consciously made a slip of the tongue: "Hey, no, I, I haven't dated anyone since you said I'd quit."

Wan Jingjing's face was a little dark.

He bent down and whispered: "If you dare again, your legs will be broken."