I make a lot of money from vests

There was a handshake meeting in the afternoon, and Yuan Yi was taken to the dressing room for makeup. After changing into a cumbersome but beautiful stage costume, he returned to the waiting room.

Zenyuan Shier consciously put on his clothes.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.

The suspenders I bought were a bit too small, and they were tightly stretched on his body. His waist was shortened, and his abdominal muscles were not exposed.If it is looming, it is even more seductive.

Although he is wearing women's clothing, his behavior is not feminine at all, and his strange masculine allure is overwhelming.

The light in the lounge was very bright, and the silver light fell on the smoke.

Zenyuan Shier held a cigarette between his fingers, and he frowned, like a crescent moon, with sharpness and air-conditioning.

It is difficult to approach him when he sinks without speaking, as if he is surrounded by thorns, and it is impossible to approach him without holding a sharp sword to overcome the thorns.

Yuan Yi pushed the smoke away: "Chanyuan Shier, no smoking in the lounge!"

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, smiled carelessly, and his whole body came alive.

When he raised his eyes, he could still faintly see the youthful spirit.

Yuan Yi noticed that his bare legs were covered with large and small scars.

Some are new wounds, just scarred, and some are wounds from a long time ago, so long that they cannot be traced back, only shallow traces can be seen.

Chanyuan even covered his lips and let out a lazy breath.

Perhaps because of sleepiness, the spikes around him softened.

"Afraid?"

It was still a frivolous and mocking tone, but it seemed to hold sand in its mouth.

The sofa next to him sank, Zenyuan Shier leaned his body and turned his head lazily.

For some reason, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Yuan Yi's ponytail and pulled it to this side.

"You loosen up!"

Zenyuan Shier didn't let go, but said: "Little boss, have we met somewhere before?"

Yuan Yi pulled the ponytail, pinched his thigh with his fingers, and poked his nails straight into the flesh.

Zenyuan Shier didn't feel any pain at all, and still pulled his hair, looking stubborn.

"Who met you before." Yuan Yi retorted.

His hair tugged at his scalp, forcing him to look up.

Zenyuan Shier suddenly leaned over, and a gust of hot air rushed towards his face.

All the eyes are occupied by him alone, with black hair, black eyes, and the scar with the arrogant horizontal bar at the corner of his mouth.

Yuan Yi leaned back as far as possible: "Chanyuan Shier, why are you so nervous?"

Chanyuan Shi'er leaned close to him, so close that he could clearly see the fine hairs on his face.

He had heard that people in the entertainment industry more or less had plastic surgery.

A bold idea was born in his heart. Could this person who was faintly familiar at first sight be an old acquaintance?Because the plastic surgery is so different from before, why can't he remember it?

He stretched out his finger, pointed at the tip of Yuanyi's nose and turned it up.

"What the hell are you..."

The upturned hand poking his nose moved away, Chanyuan Shi'er's thumb and fingers pinched the face with baby fat.

The flesh on both sides of the cheeks was squeezed inward by the fingers, and the already small mouth was forced to pout and become even smaller.

"Did you cut your nose?" He murmured.

Yuan Yi: "???"

What is he doing? ? ?

Yuan Yi supported his chest, his fingertips scraped past the exposed skin.

In an instant, Zenyuan Shier felt his heart being gently scratched.

The strange feeling disappeared so quickly that he had no time to catch it.

Chanyuan Shier loosened Yuan Yi's hand and held Yuan Yi's wrist.

"Isn't it whole? Original goods?"

The ponytail was loosened, and Yuan Yi directly slammed his forehead into Zenyuan Shier.

hum...

Hit it so hard that it echoes in your ears.

"Hiss, it's indeed the original."

Zenyuan Shier had a white foundation stain printed on his forehead.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Yuan Yi rubbed his head and pushed him: "Go and open the door, it should be the people sent by the port Mafia to protect me."

Zenyuan Shi Er got up impatiently and went to open the door.

[This is the romance of men, forehead to forehead? ]

Yuan Yi cursed inwardly: "Romantic meow, it hurts like hell."

Zenyuan Shier's head is so hard that the water in his head will be knocked out if he hits it.

The door is opened.

Zenyuan Shier leaned against the wall and smiled when he saw the person coming: "Fugang cadre, why is it you again?"

A slightly hesitant voice sounded: "I'm looking for Yazawa Nicole."

Yuan Yi took Tomioka Yoshiyuki a look, and handed him the itinerary directly.

The rest of the itinerary will be arranged by Yoshiyuki Tomioka.

The black-haired young man kept avoiding his eyes to look at Shier in the Zen garden, his dark blue eyes looked dull, but there was a hint of disgust.

Yuan Yi pointed to a set of black lace underwear from the box.

"Try?"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka's eyes widened suddenly, and his lips were as thin as a piece of paper.

Play so big?

"I'll wait for you at the door."

Yoshioka Tomioka left very tactfully.

Yuan Yi crossed Erlang's legs, and said in his heart: "Why was my ability to bear so weak before?"

[You in the past did not expect that he would become so perverted in the future. ]

"roll."

Zenyuan Shier didn't come out for a long time, Yuan Yi knocked on the door and said, "Are those two clothes so long?"

The door was opened suddenly, and Yuan Yi was dragged in by Zenyuan Shier.

The imaginary picture did not appear, his black lace underwear was hung on the hook, and Zenyuan Shier put on the suit from the changing room.

He pulled off his tie and draped it messily on his chest. The neckline opened wide and stopped abruptly above his chest.

The sleeves of the suit rolled up, just stuck at his elbow

Zenyuan Shier shook his head: "It's too small."

He lowered his eyes and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Little gold master, you wouldn't buy it according to your own size, would you?"

Yuan Yi focused all his attention on his title, and changed his nickname again.

He realized it later: "You connotate me?"

The door of the changing room was closed, Zenyuan Shier held the door with his hands, and wrapped Yuan Yi in his arms.

In order to be at the same level as Zenyuan Shier, Yuan Yi stood on tiptoe, and his momentum was not at all inferior.

Of course this is what he thinks.

I don't know if his posture is too funny, Zenyuan Shier raised his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Unlike his usual mocking and contemptuous sneer, he had more sincerity, making the temperature in the small changing room hot.

The faint heartbeat sounded like a drum beating to Shier, who was sensitive to five senses. His fingers dragged his feet, which were much shorter than his, to reach the chin on his shoulder.

There is still a sense of familiarity for no reason. Relying on his keen senses, Zenyuan Shier has brushed shoulders with death countless times.

He must have seen the man in front of him before.

Even the foundation couldn't cover the blush on Yuan Yi's face. When he opened his mouth, the ambiguous and charming atmosphere disappeared instantly.

"Brother, it's very hot to be crowded here."

Immediately Zenyuan Shier had no more thoughts, he resumed the same sneer as before, directly covered Yuan Yi's mouth, pushed open the door and dragged him out.

Yuan Yi broke away the hand covering him and took a breath of fresh air.

"Staying in the small changing room with you, I can barely breathe from the smoke."

He deliberately slapped his hands back and forth in front of him, as if he was smelly.

Yuan Yi ignored the still hot cheeks, touched the backs of his hands and then quickly separated.

The door of the room was pushed open suddenly, Zenyuan Shier stood up quickly, and quickly hid while protecting Yuan Yi's head.

The white waves come engulfed in water vapor, and the sun shines on it, refracting the light as clear as glass.

Yuan Yi is sour, now he is a weakling.

Look how powerful he was before!The moves also come with special effects.

He huddled in Zenyuan Shier's arms, the glass fell from behind him, and as soon as he raised his head, Zenyuan Shier pressed him down.

"wanna die?"

Yuan Yi shook his head: "No, I haven't become the richest man yet."

Zenyuan Shier mocked: "You are small, but your wishes are quite big."

Bullets continued to pass through the windows into the house, and Zenyuan Shier protected Yuan Yi and hid in a blind corner.

Zheng——

The blade fluttered, and several bullet casings fell from Tomioka Yoshiyuki's feet.

His face was calm, not panicked at all.

Looking at his tall figure, Yuan Yi was very relieved.

No matter when, the only one he can trust and rely on is himself, and this truth does not deceive him.

Zenyuan Shier knocked him on the head: "Little boss, I am the one who protects you personally, what's the matter with looking at him with admiration?"

"Look at Tomioka's cadre, he is tall and straight, calm and handsome. A reliable man like Tomioka's cadre must be very popular."

Yuan Yi did not hesitate to praise Tomioka Giyuu, after all, to praise Tomioka Giyuu is to praise himself.

Chan Yuan Shi Er sneered, not dissatisfied with Yuan Yi's praise.

The roar of the motorcycle sounded, the tires shattered the glass, and Zhongya Nakahara rushed in directly from the window on his motorcycle.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka and Chuya Nakahara cooperated tacitly, he quickly got into the car, stretched out his hand to pull Yuan Yi, and protected him between him and Chuya Nakahara.

Zenyuan Shier slid out and licked his dry lips.

He spit out the curse spirit containing the magic tool from his mouth, and took out two long knives from the curse spirit.

The guy in the way is gone, and he can go straight to work.

"do not be afraid."

The noisy voice did not drown out Tomioka Yoshiyuki's comforting words.

Yuan Yi curled up, firmly grasping Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye's clothes.

Behind him is the self he can trust the most.

Bullets flew past the side of the face.

He vaguely heard the beating of his own heart.

Tomioka Yoshiyuki's breath from the sea gently enveloped him. In such a dangerous situation, he actually felt at ease.

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared without a trace.

In the silence of all, he heard the same heartbeat as him, beating at the same frequency.

Genichi's gaze moved back and fell on Tomioka Yoshiyuki's calm face.

So handsome, so handsome, his boy's heart burst, and his heart was pounding.

Who wouldn't love such a man!

Nakahara also controlled the gravity, allowing the motorcycle to fly towards the building where the sniper was.

The rear of the car swung and knocked one of the snipers into the air.

The sun wheel knife was unsheathed, and all the bullets were trapped behind the surging waves.

Chuya carried Yuan Yi behind the motorcycle with one hand.

He leaned over, and his delicate and indulgent eyebrows were very close to him: "Short, don't get in the way."

Yuan Yi: "???"

What the hell is he talking about?Relying on the hat to elongate his height, he mocked him for being short.

The difference between the two is only six centimeters. Yazawa Nicole is now 17 years old and is still growing, and Nakahara Chuya has already established his shape. He will grow longer in the future, and Nakahara Chuya can only be so short in his life!

The bullet hit the motorcycle and was ejected.

Yuan Yi hugged his head and minimized his sense of existence as much as possible. Now is not the time to be resentful, let's protect his own life.

The movement outside became smaller and smaller, and the waves gradually receded.

A pale hand stretched out in front of him, Tomioka Yoshihira said: "Come out."

Yuan Yi held his hand, moved with tears in his eyes.

Sure enough, no one can be relied on, only oneself can be relied on.