The daily life of the popular celebrity ex

Zhu Jun took a sip of iced juice, shook his head, and said, "No."

"You didn't even hesitate for a second." An Rui chuckled, with no trace of sadness on his face, "You seem to dislike me."

"I'm afraid I won't reject you fast enough, and I'll give you any unnecessary expectations." The juice in the glass had already run out, and Zhu Jun naturally put the glass in front of An Rui, and motioned for him to pour another glass for him.

"Then you hate me so much?" An Rui poured a glass of juice and put it in front of Zhu Jun. He raised his hand and wanted to help Zhu Jun tidy his hair - but the other party avoided him.

"It's not hate, but fear."

"fear?"

"If I promise to be with you again, then in every tender moment in the future, I will think about one question - when will you get busy?"

"..." An Rui already understood what Zhu Jun meant.

"An Rui, love is not the whole of life. You still have your career, and you still have fans who are looking forward to you. If you want to fall in love, many people will be willing to talk to you. There is really no need to turn back."

Zhu Jun tried his best to persuade him, after all, he had met him once, at least he still hoped that Anrui would have a good development and a good ending.

"You make a lot of sense," An Rui lowered his head and took a sip of the juice, "but people's feelings are uncontrollable, and I can't stop loving you."

"It's been almost two years since we broke up."

"It's only been two years, compared to a lifetime, it's too short."

"I do not love you anymore."

"But you don't seem to bother me that much."

Zhu Jun closed his eyes, avoiding An Rui's scorching gaze, and he said, "You are a stalker, playing hard and soft, but I don't like that, really."

"I will still take advantage of the emptiness and infiltrate..."

Zhu Jun heard the sound of the chair being pulled away, the sound of clothes being rubbed, the sound of imperceptible footsteps, and An Rui's laughter that fell in his ears.

"I will still... secretly kiss you..."

Zhu Jun opened his eyes reflexively, trying to make a gesture of refusal, but An Rui's lips were already on his lips, grinding heavily, forcing Zhu Jun to open his mouth and let him in.

Zhu Jun naturally didn't agree, he stretched out his hand to push An Rui away, but the other party took an inch, directly straddled his thigh, fixed the back of his head with his hands, and didn't want to give him the possibility to escape.

Zhu Jun and An Rui looked at each other, and they were in a stalemate for two to three minutes. Zhu Jun didn't want to pamper him, and An Rui's free hand slid down Zhu Jun's lower abdomen, and he was about to enter the secret area soon.

Zhu Jun glanced at An Rui, and reluctantly opened his lips, An Rui's tongue nimbly invaded, and began to attack the city.

They kissed for more than ten minutes, and they all became interested. Zhu Jun patted An Rui's buttocks and said, "Please get up, my legs are numb because of you."

"Do you want to help?" An Rui asked knowingly.

You don't have to.

Zhu Jun originally wanted to say this, but when he looked up and saw An Rui's expression of "I knew you would refuse", he suddenly changed his mind.

He said, "It's not impossible if you kneel down and help me."

An Rui sneered, and said, "If someone else talks to me like that, I'll kill him."

"In a society ruled by law, don't always mention killing people, you can't kill people. But I almost forgot, you can guide fans to harass people and make people half dead."

"I did this wrong, and I apologize."

"Using the words of the ancient Daoming Temple, if an apology is useful, what do you want the police to do?"

"Then can I quibble, I just want fans to remind you of my existence, I don't want fans to rape you online, including your ex-boyfriend, Mr. Zhou Lan."

"I generally don't look at what other people say, but only at what they do. I don't look at the starting point, but only at the result."

An Rui nodded lightly to express his understanding, and then asked, "Kneel down, and then what?"

Zhu Jun's heart "thumped", and he said bravely, "Help me get it."

"Where is it used?"

"...No need." Zhu Jun almost wanted to jump up from his seat.

"Okay, then I'll listen to you."

Zhu Jun heaved a sigh of relief, and the next second, he looked at An Rui helplessly, and knelt down in front of him on one knee.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jun was taken aback. He reached out and wanted to "lift" An Rui from the ground, but he overestimated his physical strength, and An Rui pushed him back onto the seat instead.

"Didn't you say, let me kneel down and do it for you?" An Rui pressed Zhu Jun's thighs with both hands. For the convenience of movement, he had completely knelt on the ground, raised his head, and looked at Zhu Jun from bottom to top. Zhu Jun, "I said, I will listen to you."

"I don't need you to do this..."

"But I want to do this." Anrui's demeanor changed slightly, very gentle, but innocent and confusing, "If you don't agree, I'll just kneel like this..."

"Are you fucking sick?" Zhu Jun couldn't help swearing, "You stomp yourself on the ground, and I won't promise you anything out of pity."

An Rui shook his head and said, "It's not that complicated."

"Why isn't it that complicated?!"

"Can't I help you just because I miss you?"

"..." Zhu Jun leaned back on the soft chair back, he lost his temper.

"Then I started...?"

"Go... grass..."

Zhu Jun's fingers grabbed An Rui's hair, as if resisting, but also as if encouraging.

He raised his head and looked at the familiar ceiling in his home. For a moment, he seemed to return to the night a few years ago.

He and An Rui are young and energetic, and they can always mess around together. Sometimes An Rui plays navel oranges with him, and he is like this, looking up at the ceiling-at that time, he stretched out his hand, as if he caught something , as if nothing was caught.

The author says:

good night, see you tomorrow.