He just hit CP with true feelings [entertainment circle]

Weng Daoheng, who thought he had successfully sobered up his love brain writing wife, held his mobile phone and felt relieved. Seeing Also said that he is the "ultimate ideal in the world", Weng Daoheng blushed a little old. He knew that the rainbow farts of fan circles have always been exaggerated and superficial. , but couldn't resist his liking to listen.

So, he couldn't help but praise himself from the bottom of his heart.

With one Weng Daoheng in the world, there are thousands of girls who lost their way because of love, and the sample Also can represent "thousands and thousands".

He had just quit his trumpet when Ren Ye suddenly came looking for him from his trumpet.

【Brother, can I come to your room? 】

Weng Daoheng sent a question mark without knowing why, and then Ren Ye replied him like this.

【help each other】

Oh, I dare to think.Weng Daoheng looked at the news from Ren Ye with a wrinkled face, and felt that Ren Ye was treating him more and more. Hey, where did the innocent junior with a serious face and an empty head in his memory go? I miss him.

【Ah this...】

[Is it the kind of mutual help I thought? 】

When Weng Daoheng replied to the message, his heart skipped two beats. The excitement suddenly seized the rhythm of his heart. He began to think slowly, what is it that he and Ren Ye are so unclear now, and why did they develop? into this?

After thinking about it, the source seems to be Weng Daoheng's initial desire for sex.

Ren Ye seemed to be dissatisfied with his pause, and this kind of rhetorical question represented Weng Daoheng's slight hesitation.

【You said you don't mind. 】

Weng Daoheng sighed helplessly in his heart, and then returned to him.What can be done, he is responsible for putting out the fire he lit.

【Ah, okay, okay, don't mind, come here. 】

In the news he sent, he could feel Weng Daoheng's helplessness and bewilderment. Compared with the cold and perfunctory tone in the past, there was an indescribable tolerance and pampering.

Not a moment later, the door of Weng Daoheng's room rang softly, and Weng Daoheng opened the door. Ren Ye seemed to have just taken a shower, his hair was half dry, he was wearing striped pajamas, and there were plush slippers hanging down on his feet. He brought a sleeping blanket and draped it over his shoulders. The pattern of the sleeping blanket was not like the one Ren Ye would use.

On the sleeping blanket with a blue background is a pattern of a cartoon magician riding a broomstick, which is very childlike and cute.

Weng Daoheng looked at Ren Ye who was wearing a sleeping blanket, slippers, and pajamas, and thought to himself, this is really not treating me as an outsider, why come here like this, he doesn't think Ren Ye is looking for him to do something unclear , I just came to sleep with him, just like a kid who watched a horror movie because he was afraid to run and knock on the door of the elders and insisted on sleeping together.

Ren Ye walked into Weng Daoheng's apartment in this state, sat on his sofa very familiarly, and then asked Weng Daoheng: "My mouth is a bit dry, is there any water?"

Weng Daoheng then opened his refrigerator and took out a bottle of Evian for him. Ren Ye shook his head and said, "Is there any sugar-free Coke?"

Weng Daoheng stuffed Evian back with a "snap", and took out a long can of Diet Coke to Ren Ye. Ren Ye took a look and continued to ask: "Is there any sugar-free Pepsi?"

"No, drink it or not." Weng Daoheng shook the sugar-free Coke in his hand, so Ren Ye resignedly took it and pulled it away, and took a sip.

While drinking Coke, Ren Ye boldly shot Weng Daoheng with his eyes. Weng Daoheng was not going to sleep yet, and he was still wearing a sweater. The clothes on his body were the same clothes he just sent to Ren Ye's trumpet. Ren Ye took a look at Weng Daoheng's living room, Even Weng Daoheng guessed where he was sitting to take a selfie a few minutes ago.

"What are you looking at?" Weng Daoheng didn't know that he had lost his vest. He naturally hasn't connected Ren Ye with that love brain writer Also at this stage, he just thinks that Ren Ye is weird today.

Ren Ye is actually in a very complicated mood now, he has not yet woken up from the shocking fact that "Weng Daoheng is suspected of being the Madonna of Paris on the run".

After three years of getting along, the image labels of "Our Lady of Paris on the Run" in his mind are "rich woman", "Knocking wild", "speaking a bit weird"... He never even guessed that "Our Lady of Paris at Runaway" might be male.

He didn't know whether his imagination was too lacking, or Weng Daoheng's disguise was too successful.

Holding a Coke in one hand, Ren Ye glanced at Weng Daoheng several times under his puzzled gaze, and then said, "I didn't see anything, just look at it casually."

Hearing Ren Ye's unnutritious reply, Weng Daoheng felt that the atmosphere was even more awkward. He sat down and propped his hands on the back of the sofa chair, his posture was lazy, with a strand of half-long hair hanging down, and asked him: "Who are you looking for at night?" What the hell am I doing?"

Ren Ye actually came here to see Weng Daoheng's clothes, to confirm whether the private picture of Weng Daoheng he received was taken by him now, any "mutual help" is an excuse, and he just does it when he comes up, he doesn't want to change with Weng Daoheng into a purely flesh/body relationship.

And it's not clear what kind of physical relationship they have, just whoring each other for nothing.

Weng Daoheng sat and watched Ren Ye for a while, and felt that he couldn't hold back anything, so he got up suddenly, and took out a box from the cabinet in the living room, which was a medical box.

He took out a bottle of disposable disinfectant from it, wiped his hands, and then turned around with a perfunctory smile on his face: "Mutual help, right? I've finished washing my hands. Come here, hurry up, and grind it out." .”

His smile resembled that of a doctor giving an injection in a hospital, professional and calm, with a smell of disinfectant.

Ren Ye felt that his mood was like a withered flower: "..."

There is no need, he is willing to call Weng Daoheng a "master of rebooting".

Weng Daoheng saw that the young man in front of him stopped talking again, and he was in a bad mood. He just wanted to hurry up, and then continued to respond with that professional smile without worldly desires: "Oh, you don't feel it when you turn on the light, and you don't feel it when you turn off the light." OK."

Ren Ye blinked his eyes, not knowing what to say, his mood bounced back and forth between "returning to vulgarity" and "becoming a monk", and finally said to Weng Daoheng, "Go take a bath."

"Do you want me to take a bath?" Weng Daoheng frowned in confusion. He lowered his eyes and glanced at Ren Ye: "The price of your standard is rising very fast. Okay, I'll take a bath first."

Ren Ye: "..." He swore that he didn't think about anything superfluous when he said he was taking a bath, it was just to change the subject.

Weng Daoheng entered the bathroom, and there was the sound of water. Ren Ye, who was sitting in the living room, was fidgeting and in a complicated mood. He was about to push the door to leave, when Tang Yiheng's voice sounded outside the door: "Brother, are you there? Something is up."

Weng Daoheng couldn't hear him in the bathroom, so Tang Yiheng stood at the door and yelled a few times, and then said, "I'll just use the room card to come in."

As Weng Daoheng's assistant, he has his room card. Hearing Tang Yiheng swiping his card with a beep, Ren Ye felt a little dizzy. It was strange that he appeared in Weng Daoheng's suite in pajamas, so he subconsciously pushed the suite away. The door next to it directly entered the bedroom of Weng Daoheng's suite.

Weng Daoheng in the bathroom happened to turn off the water, and when he heard the opening and closing of the door of his room, he knew that Ren Ye had entered, so he couldn't help but said, "Don't you rummage when you go in?"

Tang Yiheng thought he was talking about himself, so he replied in front of the living room: "Brother, I yelled several times outside, but you didn't answer."

Only then did Weng Daoheng realize that Tang Yiheng had come in, and he probably guessed the reason why Ren Ye snatched the door into his room. He pretended not to know anything: "Xiao Tang?"

"Hey, brother, isn't it me? You acted like you didn't know I came in, so who could you talk to just now..."

Weng Daoheng quickly dried his body in the bathroom, put on his nightgown, and came out with wet hair. He scratched his wet hair, showing superb eyebrows, and glanced at the door of his room from the corner of his eye, and then looked impatiently. Question: "Can't you call me if you have something to do at night?"

Xiao Tang smiled, with a doggy face on his face: "I'm careless, I'm disturbing your imperial concubine from taking a bath..."

Weng Daoheng knew that he had never been able to spit out ivory, so he gave him a sideways glance, so Tang Yiheng stopped talking nonsense and started to sit down and talk to him about the business. It was probably Weng Daoheng's new endorsement process, which was all about work. Weng Daoheng finally ordered He nodded, indicating that he understood.

Before Tang Yiheng left, he saw the sugar-free Coke on the table that he had only taken a sip of, and suddenly said: "Brother, you really are, drinking iced Coke at night is not good for your bones."

Weng Daoheng was stunned for a moment, and then said flatly: "Okay, I got it, let's go, let's go, I'm going to blow my hair."

Tang Yiheng glanced at Ren Ye's sleeping blanket on the sofa, hesitant to speak, and then hesitant to speak. Weng Daoheng looked at the magician cartoon sleeping blanket that suddenly appeared in the room, feeling a little speechless in his heart, and then said indifferently: "Well, it's a gift from a fan. I really like it. What's the matter?"

Xiao Tang chuckled, with a narrow expression on his face: "Brother, I haven't said anything yet, you don't need to explain anything to me."

As he said, he rushed out the door before Weng Daoheng got angry. Weng Daoheng sat on the sofa and looked at his embarrassed back and gave a cold "tss". Xiao Tang stood at the door and recalled the other door sound he heard when he just entered. , I felt that there must be someone in Weng Daoheng's room.

Tsk, there is something, there must be something.Tang Yiheng thought in his heart that he felt that Weng Daoheng was in love, although he had no proof.

Should he inform his manager Bai Yang in advance? Forget it. If there is no shadow, let's observe first.

After Tang Yiheng left, Weng Daoheng pushed open the door of his room, wanting to get a hair dryer, but before the light was turned on, a black shadow hugged him from behind in the darkness, warm breath pressed against his neck, Weng Daoheng subconsciously froze, This familiar touch is Ren Ye.

"What are you doing?" Weng Daoheng turned around and asked him.

Ren Ye brushed his wet hair with his face, and suddenly said, "Let me blow-dry your hair, brother."

Weng Daoheng was a little stunned, he turned around in disbelief, Ren Ye was still hugging him behind, in the dark Weng Daoheng quietly touched the switch of the light on the wall, the light turned on instantly, the bright environment made the ambiguity invisible, the two looked at each other After a while, they both saw embarrassment in each other's eyes.

Ren Ye let go of Weng Daoheng, but his eyes were glued to him. He seemed uncomfortable not looking at Weng Daoheng for a moment. Weng Daoheng came out of his arms, and said softly, "Okay."

The "OK" was in response to Ren Ye's request to blow his hair.

Finally, in Weng Daoheng's room, Weng Daoheng was sitting with his back to the window, the moonlight resting on his shoulders, his silhouette was gentle, Ren Ye was wearing pajamas and holding an electric fan to blow his hair quietly behind him.

Weng Daoheng felt Ren Ye's fingers running through his hair roots, and suddenly there was an unexplainable feeling in his heart. It was so warm, so warm that Weng Daoheng was afraid.

Ren Ye behind him was blowing his hair, and suddenly put half of his hair in front of Weng Daoheng's eyes, and said loudly through the sound of the hair dryer: "Brother, you lost your hair!"

When Weng Daoheng saw the hair in his palm, the ambiguous feelings disappeared instantly. He just wanted to kill Ren Ye now. He glanced back at Ren Ye, grabbed his hand and pressed the switch to turn off the hair dryer, his tone seemed to be grinding Dao: "This isn't my hair, it's the hair that I cut off. Can you squeeze it lightly when blowing it for me?"

Ren Ye smiled embarrassingly: "The hair with the joints hurts the original hair, so you should quickly take it off after filming."

Weng Daoheng turned around and ordered: "Keep blowing."

"If you pluck one more hair from me, I'll kill you!" He finally threatened Ren Ye like this.

Ren Ye continued to blow-dry his hair, but it was a pity that the hair was fragile. No matter how careful Ren Ye was, a small handful of Weng Daoheng's real hair still fell out.

After blowing his hair, Weng Daoheng looked at his clenched palm consciously, so Ren Ye slowly opened his palm, and inside was a mass of hair loss. Although most of it was not Weng Daoheng's hair, Weng Daoheng had a kind of blood With a rising feeling, he raised his hand as if to attack Ren Ye.

Ren Ye grabbed the bald hair to cover his face and started screaming: "Don't kill me, I've been careful—"

"Hey?"

When the world was overturned, Ren Ye was pressed on the big bed in the room by Weng Daoheng. Weng Daoheng clasped his neck and observed his expression with observation and doubt. His face was very close, and his scattered half-long hair fell in front of his eyes. Looking at Ren Ye's face, Ren Ye felt that his face was itchy because of Weng Daoheng's hair, and suddenly his face turned red.

Weng Daoheng smiled, with a smile in his eyes, he thought Ren Ye was so good, he asked, "Are you afraid of me?" He raised his eyebrows slightly as he spoke.

Ren Ye shook his head.

Weng Daoheng's face moved closer and closer, as if he wanted to kiss him, Ren Ye's heart beat uncontrollably because of his approaching face and eyes.

"Noisy." Weng Daoheng said.

"What?" Ren Ye didn't know why.

Weng Daoheng's hand slowly slid from the back of his neck to the front, along his chin's Adam's apple and collarbone, and then stopped at his heart. He said, "Your heartbeat is so loud, it's a bit noisy."

Ren Ye's heart and Weng Daoheng's palm were separated by a layer of flesh and clothes, but he felt that Weng Daoheng had crossed his heart wall and grabbed his beating heart, so the heart beat faster.

He felt that he was split, a restless self at a loss, and a quiet self staring at the silly self from a third perspective in mid-air.

Weng Daoheng moved his face a little closer to Ren Ye's side, with the warm temperature under his palm, Ren Ye's heart frantically leaked his master's mood because of his movements.

Ren Ye suddenly felt that Weng Daoheng wanted to kiss him, so he couldn't help closing his eyes. After a long time, he felt a soft touch from the tip of his lips. He opened his eyes slightly. Weng Daoheng looked down at him with a smile on his face, and just put his other hand His index and middle fingers were pressed together on the tip of his lips.

Ren Ye realized that he had been tricked, he was a little angry and stunned, then he grabbed Weng Daoheng who had a smirk in his eyes, and pressed his head down, the two exchanged a kiss while lying down, when Weng Daoheng's lips approached him, There was a light laugh that could only be heard up close, and then Ren Ye swallowed the laughter.

They hugged each other on the big bed in Weng Daoheng's room and kissed each other for a while, their mouths were red from each other's kisses. The tip of their noses leaned against their foreheads and looked at each other. Weng Daoheng felt Ren Ye's restlessness, so he said: "Let me help you."

His hand slid down, but Ren Ye grabbed his hand, he suddenly didn't want Weng Daoheng to "repay" him like this, as if all the ambiguities between him and Weng Daoheng would be settled in this way, he didn't want to settle with Weng Daoheng, He wants to make a bad debt with him, and they will never be entangled with each other.

He was afraid that after they were so entangled for no apparent reason, their bodies would get closer, but their hearts would not be able to.Because Weng Daoheng took this "mutual help" with him for granted, just as normal as eating and drinking water, he had never experienced Ren Ye's chaotic mood, and his eyes did not have the same heartbeat as seeing Ren Ye , which made Ren Ye feel that he couldn't catch it.

Sure enough, Weng Daoheng frowned suspiciously and looked at him: "Don't you want it? Didn't you agree to help each other? You can't be the only one to help me."

Ren Ye shook his head, he gritted his molars and said patiently, "It's okay, I just need to be quiet, I don't need your help."

"Then what do you want from me?"

you.

Ren Ye said in his heart, but he didn't answer in this way, he began to test Weng Daoheng's bottom line step by step, he thought for a moment, raised his eyelids, and the beautiful crease became more attractive: "I want to sleep with you."

"What?" Weng Daoheng was incredulous.

"Just to sleep..."

Weng Daoheng swept Ren Ye's pajamas, remembered the blanket on the living room, and thought that he really came prepared.

For some reason, he felt that this request was more out of bounds than "mutual help", but Weng Daoheng backed down another step, because Ren Ye was special to him.

So in Weng Daoheng's quiet room, the two of them lay side by side in the dark wearing pajamas, they could only hear each other's breathing, there was a big space in the middle, and there could be another person, they looked very much like the kind of couple who seem to be divorced.

Weng Daoheng lay flat for a while, unable to fall asleep, his mind was full of messy things, he didn't like having one more person beside him at all, so he slowly turned over and turned his back to Ren Ye.

Pick up the mobile phone next to the bed, board the trumpet, and then plan to find enthusiastic netizens to continue chatting for endless days at night.

Turning down the brightness of the phone, Ren Ye behind him didn't respond.

【Our Lady of Paris on the Run: Are you asleep? 】

At the same time, Ren Ye on the other side also moved, and Ren Ye's cell phone rang a notification tone on the bedside table on his side. Weng Daoheng waited for Also to reply, and at the same time heard Ren Ye moved. The movement of the mobile phone.

So he asked Ren Ye: "You didn't sleep either?"

Ren Ye let out a "huh", and then muted the message for himself without blushing, and Yigao boldly replied to Weng Daoheng on the other side of the bed with his trumpet in hand.

"Who sent you a message at night?"

Weng Daoheng turned his back and asked him, and then received a message from Also.

[Also: Didn't sleep, what's wrong? 】

After Ren Ye sent the message, his tone was indifferent: "No one is looking for it. The studio just asked me to talk about work."

[Our Lady at large in Paris: OK, I have something to talk to you about. 】

【Our Lady of Paris on the Run: [Fifty Cent Day]】

Ren Ye accepted the fifty cents, and began to vaguely look forward to Weng Daoheng's next words.

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