Rebirth of the film and television superstar

He hugged Ling Haotian ecstatically, and whispered in his ear, "Do you think I'll be finished in 15 minutes?"

Ling Haotian lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm sorry Qi Ye, I'm too tired to shout."

"I'll help you."

"what--!"

When Bian Hui heard Ling Haotian's hoarse, seemingly painful cry, his heart ached like a pinprick. Why did he feel so uncomfortable? I was just playing around, wasn't I?

Thoughts were churning in Bian Hui's mind, but the expression on his face remained the same, he played with the chips in his hand, and Brother Snake on the opposite side didn't see anything wrong.

After tossing and tossing for another half an hour, Qi Ye let go of Ling Haotian, and withdrew his hand that was suppressing Ling Haotian contentedly.

Patted lightly, Ling Haotian said with cold sweat on his face, "You can hate me, but sooner or later you will understand that I am for your own good."

Ever since he was almost stabbed to death by his beloved, Qi Ye suffered from mental illness, and he couldn't get an erection.

Whether it is a man or a woman, he can't believe that no matter how great a man's career and ability is, he has lost even the most basic ability of a man. So what's the point of the previous ones.

In order to maintain the majesty of a leader, he didn't even dare to find a psychiatrist, fearing that if it spread, it would become a laughing stock.

That's why he opened this club, hoping that one day, a woman, or a man, would wake up his sleeping dragon.

Just now, when he looked at Ling Haotian who was acting, he actually reacted. Originally, with his ability and physical strength, it was very easy to want Ling Haotian, but looking at those calm eyes, he Finally gave up.

In any case, Ling Haotian behaved like this in front of him because he trusted him. If he really took this opportunity to force him, it would be no different from a beast.

Qi Ye sat down on the chair calmly, maybe some things and some people are not available, which is the best...

Ling Haotian pulled up the pants that Qi Ye had just untied, and after he was blocked by his legs that were first rubbed red by the steel pipe and then pinched purple, he slowly straightened his clothes.

Qi Ye also tidied up the clothes that were wrinkled due to the too intense action just now, and said, "Don't wear them, I'll ask the bodyguard to buy you one, you can wear size X, right?"

Ling Haotian nodded, and then took off his torn suit jacket.

"Qiye, can I take a break?" At this time, Ling Haotian was exhausted, his upper eyelids kept fighting with his lower eyelids, but he didn't say hello to Qiye, he was worried that he would anger Qiye.

Qi Ye noticed Ling Haotian's dry lips, picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, handed it to Ling Haotian and said, "Drink some water before going to bed."

Ling Haotian quickly took it with both hands, "Thank you Qiye."

The slightly cool tea moistened the dry mouth, and Ling Haotian drank a cup of tea in a few seconds.

A smile appeared on Qi Ye's face, and he poured tea for Ling Haotian again.

"Master Qi, I'll do it myself."

"Okay." Qi Ye passed the antique teapot worth several million to Ling Haotian as soon as he changed hands.

It wasn't until he drank the whole pot of water that Ling Hao barely replenished the water lost in his body and regained some physical strength, but after doing this, the deep sleepiness disappeared instead.