Why can't the lead singer control himself

"Yo, Battery, come to visit Teacher Ban Wan?"

Qin Dongwen's recording studio is located in the Creative Industry Park. As soon as Zheng Hao got out of the car, he ran into an acquaintance smoking at the door.

"Oh, isn't this my fourth master?"

Zheng Hao enthusiastically went over to hook up with each other. The fourth master is a freelance musician, ten years older than him, and he is very popular in the circle. Whoever has a performance or is short of people for the recording will always think of asking him to do it. .

The relationship between the two of them is not low-key. When asked, Zheng Hao did not hide it, and raised a bag of cold drinks in his hand: "My Lao Wan hasn't been in the studio for a long time, and it's the first official recording. I'm afraid he Nervous, affecting everyone, I come to condolences to you."

The fourth master has a bold personality, smoked a cigarette, and led Zheng Hao to the door, joking: "Mr. Wan is a good teacher, you will be a prodigal son from now on, so you can live with your heart. I heard that the recent wine bureau Are you not going to participate?"

"The drinking party is because I was sick a while ago." Zheng Hao laughed and laughed, and was afraid that outsiders would think that he was afraid of the inside, so he tried to save face and said, "Teacher Wan actually doesn't care about me, it's all about self-consciousness."

The fourth master laughed after listening, nodded and said, "That's right, I just found out this time, it turns out that Teacher Wan is so good professionally, everyone is convinced." He patted Zheng Hao's shoulder with one hand, and pushed open the door of the monitoring room with the other. : "Don't worry, Teacher Wan is attractive."

The last sentence, Zheng Hao felt that there was a bit of overtones, and before he thought about it, he saw it with his own eyes.

Wan Jingjing sat in front of the computer, staring intently at the fluctuations on the screen. Today he wore a milky white sweater made of soft material against his broad shoulders. Zheng Hao had the same dark gray one, but he didn’t wear it today. .

And I regret why I didn't wear it today.

Because next to Wan Jingjing's serious back, an old elder with long eyelashes, a boy who is very white and tender, with a thin frame and a thin frame, is leaning against his sweater sleeve, wearing a The monitor earphone leaned over and pointed at the computer screen, not knowing what he was talking about.

It's not just leaning, he just needs to take off the earphones when he talks, there's no need to lean over his entire upper body and bring his face to Wan Jingjing's mouth to listen to him, right?

Wan Jingjing, can't you speak louder, or hide a little?

Zheng Hao's playful expression froze instantly on his face, and his back teeth were itchy.

The feng shui took turns, and it was Zheng Hao's turn to see his lover hooking up with others, and he found out.

It turned out to be so sour.

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"What are you doing, are you going to eat me?"

As soon as Wan Jingjing got into the car, he was rushed over by the person in the driver's seat.

The two of them bought a new car recently, and Wan Jingjing still doesn't like driving, and always asks someone to pick him up wherever he goes.

The one in the driver's seat is naturally the lead singer who came to visit the crew diligently, but was fed a mouthful of jealousy.

Zheng Hao's teeth were patrolling Wan Jingjing's lips, and he muttered in dissatisfaction: "That little idol just now is almost sitting on your lap."

Wan Jingjing chuckled, squeezed Zheng Hao's chin and pushed him away, staring at him with a little teasing smile: "So you've been wandering around there for a long time looking for a sense of presence?"

"Stop talking about me!" Zheng Hao smacked on his Adam's apple again, causing a gasp in his ear.

He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "You don't even hide for a while, are you a little self-conscious? The first day of work, the first day of recording, Wan Jingjing, you have started to attract bees and butterflies. After that, the beautiful Little singers and idols one after another, I worry about it every day, can you bear it?"

"Be patient."

Wan Jingjing set fire on purpose.

"And next week, he invited me to Japan to participate in group recording."

Zheng Hao was so angry that he gulped down again. Wan Jingjing's neck was flushed red, which was made even brighter by the white skin and white sweater.

He wasn't angry either, his eyes were hooked into a smile, and his endings were all upturned: "Then you're making territory on me? Dog, you?"

Zheng Hao happily accepted this setting, bared his teeth and said, "I haven't finished drawing yet, I have to take two more."

"Where's the neck enough?" Wan Jingjing rubbed his hands, and then nestled on the car seat in a comfortable position, deliberately sending laughter into Zheng Hao's ears.

"Fuck", Zheng Hao retreated to his seat, inserted the key, pushed the gear and stepped on the accelerator, and the jeep rushed out from the underground garage.

His vicious proclamation sounded in the carriage: "Go home, I must find some means for you."

That night, he tried his best, with the instigation and acquiescence of the other party.

Wan Jingjing was marked inside and out as he wished.

He leaned on Wan Jingjing's body, pushed his drenched bangs back, the scar on his forehead was now willing to let him touch it, and even squinted his eyes comfortably when he stroked it.

A drop of Zheng Hao's sweat fell on Wan Jingjing's forehead, mixed with his sweat and flowed into the depths of his hair.

But even with such a blend, Zheng Hao still had a thorn in his heart.

He touched the corner of the man's eyes and said hoarsely, "You are so pretty."

Wan Jingjing was too lazy and boneless at such a time, and he was even more unwilling to speak. He curled up and sat down, stretched out his hand to pull the person on top of him, and pressed him on top of himself.

Zheng Hao's sweaty forehead was pressed against the wet shoulder of the other party, still unwilling to give up.

Ask again: "Do I look good?"

"Where did you learn the taste?" Wan Jingjing patted the back of his head and asked slowly and tremblingly.

Zheng Hao didn't say a word, but moved his hands. He couldn't bear it immediately, and quickly coaxed: "It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful, don't touch it..."

"Don't be perfunctory, what looks good, just say it well", Zheng Hao pinched his life and pressed him to ask.

"Everywhere looks good, eyes, nose, mouth," Wan Jingjing said while panting.

But where he was about to say, his hand flicked over, gently drawing circles on Zheng Hao's face.

He followed the jawline and touched his Adam's apple: "Not only does it look good, but it also sounds good."

Sliding his hands down, he deliberately provoked with a breathy voice: "The waist is fine, and the legs are fine."

After waiting for Zheng Hao's eyes to reveal a fierce light, he quickly retracted it, hugged his back upside down, and looked down at the other party.

In fact, Wan Jingjing was well aware of his thoughts, and spent the whole night pretending to be confused to tease him, and when he felt that it was almost done, he said seriously: "Don't be jealous, no one can compare to you."

When Zheng Hao got the candy, he felt aggrieved instead, raised his head and said, "Then you still go to Japan with them."

"I went to visit a friend of a senior brother and talk about other things. It's by the way to help their group watch the recording."

Wan Jingjing pressed Zheng Hao's pursed lips, and said with a smile:

"Do you think everyone is like you? Can't I even understand this relationship?"

"Why bring this up again?"

Zheng Hao was exposed again, and muttered softly.

But after thinking about it, I also felt that what I did was really hypocritical.

But Wan Jingjing regained his strength, seized the initiative, and insisted on lying on top of him, staring at him and smiling.

"Is this over?" Wan Jingjing asked.

"Um"

"Then take me to the shower"

Wan Jingjing lay on his chest, looking lazy again.

But he didn't expect that the matter was not completely over yet.

A week later.

The night before Wan Jingjing's departure, he was busy separating the two's toiletries and putting one in the suitcase.

Zheng Hao was startled when he pushed the door open.

"Didn't you go to dinner with Qin Feng and the others? Why did you come back so soon?"

"No, I lied to you."

Zheng Hao said confidently.

Wan Jingjing turned around, only then did he see something in his hand.

It comes in a small box with a ribbon and is beautifully packaged.

Wan Jingjing understood, stretched out his hand and said, "Take it out, let me see what it is."

Zheng Hao was a little embarrassed, and silently opened the box, revealing two silver necklaces inside.

He originally thought it was vulgar to wear these things, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't escape the vulgarity.

I always want to tie something to people, and I will be satisfied with drawing more territory around the circle.

So I specially asked Li Minghui's wife to find a friend to order a pair of such necklaces, and got them back before Wan Jingjing went on a business trip.

Design is also his own idea.

A guitar pick hangs from the end of the long silver chain.

The length and size of the two necklaces are exactly the same, the only difference is that the names of the two people are engraved on the silver picks.

Wan Jingjing took it out of the box and looked at it for a long time, feeling both funny and moved.

Finally, he said sincerely:

"It's cool, I like it, it's tacky and romantic."

"Where is it tacky? I designed it!!"

Wan Jingjing laughed until his cheeks were sore, he picked out the one with "Jing" engraved on it, and hung it around Zheng Hao's neck with his own hands, then smoothed his hair.

The other one with "Battery" engraved on it was of course hung on the outside of his shirt by him, and followed him to Japan with all his teeth and claws.

Later, he followed him and walked a lot of places.