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Yang Fengyu couldn't see his eyes, but her sharp eyes caught the corners of his slid mouth, and she wanted to tease him more and more.

As Sapling, he should be quite happy to hear this, but Yang Fengyu doesn't know what Qin Fangcong thinks, after all, he said these words without hiding his affection.

The song "Private Romance" was a pure and simple love song for his future lover.

"Yes." Qin Fangcong said, his voice getting deeper and deeper.

Yang Fengyu wanted to say something more, but the director over there had already started to play the film. After finishing the day's recording, Sapling also turned his head and left without saying a word.

Yang Fengyu stared at his back until he disappeared at the entrance of the venue, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Qin Fangcong.

Strike while the iron is hot, he must seize the opportunity to "stimulate" Qin Fangcong well.

[Yeah yeah: Didi, my recording is over! ]

The opposite replied in almost seconds: [. :I am by the door]

Yang Fengyu was startled.

As soon as Sapling left, Qin Fangcong said that he was at the door, did he intend to pretend?

After walking out with doubts, he saw Qin Fangcong at the door taking off his hat and mask from a distance, his hair combed back meticulously, revealing distinct and sharp eyebrows.

He has a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on his tall nose, and the eyes behind the lenses are as indifferent as water, which is exactly the same as when Yang Fengyu first met him at his father's company, even the aura of repelling people thousands of miles away exactly the same.

Between the slender fingers was a thin, half-burned cigarette. The light from the cigarette was reflected in Qin Fangcong's eyes, but it didn't bring him the slightest warmth.

Yang Fengyu seldom saw him wearing glasses recently. Seeing this aloof and abstinent look, he couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva, and his steps became slower and slower.

Until Qin Fangcong noticed him, squinted his eyes, and waved to him.

Yang Fengyu endured for a day and didn't play tricks on Sapling. She didn't have to hold back when facing Qin Fangcong. She ran towards Qin Fangcong with a smile, and ran into his arms non-stop, with a bit of pride in her tone: "I am the No.1 Oh."

Qin Fangcong turned his head sideways, pinched the cigarette dangling from his mouth, rubbed the back of his neck, and said in a low voice, "So powerful?"

Still pretending to be with him!

When Qin Fangcong spoke, he exhaled some lingering smoke on Yang Fengyu's face. The latter coughed twice due to choking, and withdrew from his arms to stand up, complaining: "Smoking is harmful to health! You are not obedient."

After saying this, Qin Fangcong's tense face finally eased a bit, and he threw most of the cigarettes that were left after extinguishing them into the trash can, "No more, let's go."

The walk back to the hotel is neither far nor near, as long as I am with Qin Fangcong, I am very happy.

Yang Fengyu was still thinking, and his pace was slower than usual, wishing he could race against the snails on the side of the road.

Qin Fangcong didn't seem to feel anything, walked slowly with him, and suddenly asked, "What's the next stage?"

Isn't this asking knowingly?Yang Fengyu thought to himself, but still replied: "Sing a masterpiece."

"What are you going to sing?"

Yang Fengyu was inexplicably nervous, and kept licking his lips. There was a layer of water on his lower lip, and he hesitated to say: "I want to sing "Private Romance"."

I don't know if Qin Fangcong has understood his song.

The introduction of this song posted on the music platform is very clear - this is a love song, sung to someone Yang Fengyu doesn't yet exist.

Qin Fangcong was silent for a moment, and asked blankly, "Why this song?"

Yang Fengyu became more and more nervous. Logically speaking, in Qin Fangcong's eyes, he was confessing to Sapling, but Yang Fengyu still had the illusion of confessing to Sapling in person.

He wanted Qin Fangcong to know about his little thoughts, but he didn't dare to let him know.

"Because I want to sing it to Sapling."

Yang Fengyu said frankly.

In fact, he wanted to rap and sing for Qin Fangcong, but he was a little timid.

Qin Fangcong stopped and turned to look at him. There was no emotion in his eyes, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression in his eyes.

The two happened to walk under a street lamp. Qin Fangcong's figure blocked part of the warm yellow light above his head, and the lines of his face were softened by the warm light.

"Of course it's not just because of this!" Yang Fengyu felt guilty when he saw him, he looked away, and quickly made up for it, "The director also said that the same style will always have a stereotyped image. I am not only good at singing hardcore, but also want to show different aspect."

"Then why this song?"

Yang Fengyu saw Qin Fangcong's Adam's apple rolling up and down, his eyes moved up and fell on his thin lips.

"This is the song I am most familiar with, and it is also the first accompaniment I bought for Mr. Sapling. It cost a lot of money."

Yang Fengyu's tone was sincere, and he blinked at Qin Fangcong.

"I'll regret it if I don't sing it to him."

"Yang Fengyu," Qin Fangcong took a step towards him, "Isn't this your love song?"

Yang Fengyu's eyes flickered, and suddenly he realized that the distance between the two of them was astonishingly close, the upper body was almost only a punch away, and he could clearly see the green stubble on Qin Fangcong's lips, and he could kiss it with just a tiptoe.

"Didn't you say that if you don't fall in love, you won't sing?"

This is what Yang Fengyu said during the live broadcast, but Qin Fangcong didn't expect Qin Fangcong to know it.

"Didn't you say it's only for future partners?"

"Yes, it's my love song." Yang Fengyu's hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists, and he subconsciously leaned back a little.Although he stuttered, his gaze never left Qin Fangcong, "I, I want to sing."

Qin Fangcong sneered, "Do you like him?"

There was a bang in Yang Fengyu's mind, and he didn't know how to react for a while, so he stared at Qin Fangcong blankly, "I..."

I like you!

Yang Fengyu wanted to say it, but Qin Fangcong blocked his words, "You don't even know who he is, but you like him?"

"You..." Yang Fengyu hesitated whether to tell him the truth, but telling him would be a showdown that he liked Qin Fangcong.Yang Fengyu's mind was like a mess, as if he was going to fight it out, even his back straightened a little: "Yes! I just like him!"

Keeping their backs up, the distance between the two got closer.

Yang Fengyu clearly saw Qin Fangcong's frowning eyebrows and the blue veins on his forehead.

Is he angry?

What are you angry about?Are they not alone?

Yang Fengyu wanted to explain, but a cool hand grabbed the back of his head, and Qin Fangcong's face zoomed in before his eyes, covering all the warm light of the street lamp.

He saw Qin Fangcong's tightly knit eyebrows, followed by a warm and soft touch on his lips.

All of Yang Fengyu's thoughts were like a string stretched to the extreme, and it finally broke with a snap, as if he couldn't take it anymore.

The tip of Qin Fangcong's nose brushed against Yang Fengyu's eyelashes and eyes, and he pressed the kiss almost without hesitation, but did not move further.

Yang Fengyu's mind went blank, and the only remaining consciousness was used to experience the sudden kiss and the hot breath Qin Fangcong brought to him.

Yang Fengyu's warm hand touched the back of his neck gently, Yang Fengyu hummed subconsciously, his lips parted slightly, and his lower lip was bitten lightly.

Yang Fengyu's heart was about to jump out, his palms were covered with fine sweat, but his eyes were fixed on Qin Fangcong stubbornly.

The latter didn't invade further, but just pushed his forehead away from him, met his shining eyes, and kissed him again.

This time it was superficial, almost just sticking it on his lips before leaving.

Just as Yang Fengyu was about to speak, his legs suddenly went limp, and he fell down without strength, and Qin Fangcong quickly grabbed his waist.

"Fuck!"

After finally regaining control of his limbs, Yang Fengyu covered his mouth with one hand and his heart with the other, his ears were red all the way to his neck, the tip of his nose and eye sockets were also red, and he looked at Qin Fangcong somewhat helplessly.

"You, what are you doing?"

Qin Fangcong didn't speak, he lowered his head and pecked the back of his hand covering his mouth, "Playing hooligan."

"No, no!" Yang Fengyu's face turned even redder, and the place where his lips rubbed seemed to be on fire, "You're too fucking righteous!!"

"One thousand less for a kiss," Qin Fangcong said lightly, "How about it?"

Yang Fengyu subconsciously wanted to nod, but he reacted quickly, "You...you are perverted!"

Qin Fangcong clasped his wrist, pulled away his hand covering his mouth, slowly approached his ear, and said in a low voice, "Tongue kiss five thousand."

"Damn it..." Yang Fengyu felt that he was about to explode, and the heat sent a tingling sensation all the way into his heart, "What are you doing!"

"Think again," Qin Fangcong distanced himself, "Do you still like Sapling?"

Yang Fengyu couldn't bear it anymore, so he simply showed his cards, grabbed Qin Fangcong's arm and shouted: "I like it, like it, like it!! You are him! I only like you because I like you! You are a big liar!!"

Qin Fangcong was stunned for a moment, his eyes staring at him changed slightly, and after a while he let out a muffled laugh, wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into his arms, bowing his head as if to kiss him.

Yang Fengyu shrunk subconsciously, but the kiss fell lightly on his forehead, and it was split with one touch.

"I've thought about using Sapling to stimulate me, didn't I? Huh?" Qin Fangcong pinched his cheek and asked in a low voice.

"I call it, I call it a temptation!"

What's hot or not, it's too erotic.

It was a bit strange to talk about it on the side of the road, so Yang Fengyu blushed and took Qin Fangcong to a nearby tavern.

When entering the door, Yang Fengyu explained: "I came to learn from Cheng Ying before, and he brought me here."

Qin Fangcong knocked on his forehead: "Didn't you say that I won't drink when I'm not here? Little liar."

"I'm not drinking! I'm drinking non-alcoholic, really!"

There are still not many people in the tavern, just a few here and there.

They found a hidden corner and sat down, the heat on Yang Fengyu's face hadn't subsided yet.

The words have been said to this point, and I can't hide it.

Yang Fengyu ordered a glass of low-alcohol rum, took a sip before looking at Qin Fangcong, "You really think you can hide it from me, I already know."

"Know what?"

"Hmph," Yang Fengyu rolled his eyes silently, "I know everything! I know you are Sapling, and you and the director recommended me, and you even kept it from me. I know it all!"

Qin Fangcong's eyes flickered.

Before he could explain, Yang Fengyu continued: "I also know that you didn't want to give me privileges, so I didn't get angry, and I didn't call you a liar anymore. Who made me like you..."

The voice of the last sentence was as low as that of a mosquito, but Qin Fangcong still heard it clearly, and couldn't hold back the corners of his lips.

"What else?" Qin Fangcong asked.

"What else?" Yang Fengyu blinked.

"When did you know you liked me?"