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With long and narrow peach blossom eyes, he looked at Chi Xingyan slyly.

Chi Xingyan's heart suddenly missed a few beats.

No, it's too close.

He suddenly let go, turned around and sat upright, rubbing his hands on the fabric on his knees, and muttered in a low voice: "No, don't be too sentimental."

Song Siwei glanced at his red-stained earlobes, thinking that this kid is too funny, reached out and rubbed the back of Chi Xingyan's head, and said: "You think too much, I fired CP not for you. "

"Then what do you want?"

"I'm short of money, I want to be popular. Your Uncle Song treats you so well, it's not too much to rub your popularity?"

Chi Xingyan looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

Why can't I believe it...

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35. Temptation 1

"I do need money..." Song Siwei said, "Do you still remember the photo of my little nephew I sent you? He has a rare disease, and the treatment fee is a huge sum of money. I mortgaged my house and took out a loan. He was sent abroad to find medicine.

If I can’t make enough money to repay the loan every year, the house will be taken away by the bank, and I will live on the streets in the future. "

"Being popular with you can increase your popularity, and you won't have to worry about no one looking for me to film in the future. So me and your CP must be fired. The drama "Donglin" is the stepping stone on my acting path."

Chi Xingyan: "..."

What kind of divine development is this?Could it be because of this incident that Song Siwei said that he was in debt?

However, during the training camp, he clearly opposed Chen Guijia's play and speculation of CP so fiercely, and insisted that even if he lacked money, he should not act according to Chen Gui's wishes, but now he completely reversed his previous rhetoric. Which sentence is the most important? it is true?

Chi Xingyan used to always think that Song Siwei was a real and fake old hermaphrodite, and he had nothing to do with him, but now Song Siwei admitted nakedly that he approached him just to make him popular, Chi But Xingyan couldn't convince herself to believe it.

No, Song Siwei is not such a person.

A sense of determination came from nowhere and occupied Chi Xingyan's brain.

Maybe Song Siwei really has difficulties, but he is definitely not a person who becomes humble just because of his own difficulties.

Chi Xingyan stared at Song Siwei, his eyes were still calm, and he could not see any clues, but Chi Xingyan still said in a deep voice: "I hate other people lying the most. If you like lying, I won't lie." I need to talk to you again."

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not..." Song Siwei didn't want to explain further, and pushed him out of the room, "It's late, I want to rest, you should go to bed early too, good night."

Chi Xingyan was locked out of the door.

He stood at Song Siwei's door for a while, thinking about it but couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply went back to his room.

After a night of insomnia, he went to knock on Song Siwei's door early in the morning.

"I'm too lazy to think about why you fired CP with me. Since you have decided, then fire, but you have to be fully prepared, being a star and being an actor are two different things. If my fans scold you, You have to remember, that's not what I think, and none of them can represent me."

No one answered for a long time.

Chi Xingyan paced in front of the door, a little puzzled, how he became as meddling as Song Siwei.

The door opened with a creak, and Song Siwei poked his head out: "Got it, you talk a lot."

Chi Xingyan: "..."

Isn't that my line?

He squeezed sideways into Song Siwei's room, walked around in a circle, a little embarrassed, so he picked up a book from Song Siwei's desk and flipped through it, pretending that he was studying.

"What do you want to say again?" Song Siwei asked, glanced at him, and reminded, "The book is upside down."

"Oh..." Chi Xingyan hurriedly straightened the book, buried his face behind the book, and said softly, "Do you know what I will do to fire CP with me?"

"I don't know..." Song Siwei said, looking at him, "But I will ask Ling Xiao for advice."

Fuck that's fine!

As soon as Chi Xingyan heard the name Ling Xiao, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He quickly put down the book in his hand and shouted, "Don't! Don't ask Ling Xiao, just ask me, I'll teach you!"

"How to teach? Do you want to teach me?" Song Siwei felt a little funny.

Chi Xingyan said seriously: "I want you to teach me a class, can't I teach you? Do you know how to express the CP feeling that you want to talk about and hide it?"

With a smile on the corner of Song Siwei's mouth, he looked at him with great interest, and suddenly took a step forward, grabbed Chi Xingyan's shoulder from behind, put his chin on his shoulder, and asked softly in his ear: "How do you behave? Is it like this?" ?"

Chi Xingyan felt something explode in his head with a "boom".

Song Siwei was all over his back, and Chi Xingyan could even feel the vague outline of his chest.

The temperature in the air-conditioned room was very low, and Song Siwei's body temperature was transmitted through the thin fabric, making Chi Xingyan's back scalding hot.

Song Siwei looked at his red-stained earlobe again, and stretched out his hand to pinch it with a smile: "Why is it so funny... Any kind of high-cold attack on the domineering CEO is a lie."

Chi Xingyan closed his eyes for a moment, turned around, pushed him to the wall, stretched out his long arms and held him in his arms: "I'm not lying."

He looked at Song Siwei's beautiful peach eyes with a surprised expression, and cleared his throat a little uncomfortable, but he still had a charming subwoofer voice.

He circled Song Siwei, and whispered in his ear: "This trick is called the domineering president's wall, remember it."

"Oh..." Song Siwei was a little confused, "Is Bidong two hands? I remember it was one hand."

Chi Xingyan: "..."

What weird things did you see again?It must be Ling Xiao, that rotten man who gave you the popular science!

"Booming your hands gives you a sense of CP, which makes you very close... Well, this was invented recently. Generally, when CP interacts with each other in games, the host likes to ask them to do this." Chi Xingyan let him go, and for the first time in his life Lied once.

Song Siwei folded his arms and studied by himself for a while, and asked, "You and Zhou Chenshen usually interact like this?"

"Fart..." Chi Xingyan said, "Whoever wants to hit him, he has a good idea."

"It seems that Xingshen's CP is not on the same page, no wonder he only reached No.5 on the CP list." Song Siwei said.

"Who wants to be with him? Both of our CPs are formed by fans themselves. I don't know what to talk about—"

No, how did Song Siwei know that Xingshen CP was ranked fifth?

A bad premonition whizzed through Chi Xingyan's mind, and he blurted out, "What else do you know?"

"Hmm..." Song Siwei meditated, and said modestly, "I don't know much, that is, my brother and younger brother have a deep sadomasochistic relationship, attacking and receiving, oh yes, and some weird postures."

Chi Xingyan suddenly petrified, and his sense of shame burst out instantly. The blush spread from the earlobe, and quickly climbed up his entire face. Within a minute, his entire neck was completely red, like a teapot that was about to boil at any time.

The spout of the teapot also let out two mournful moans: "I... rely on..."

Song Siwei held back his laughter and continued to heat up: "What 6 and 9, the comic pose is quite moving."

Chi Xingyan yelled: "Ah—don't say it!"

I already have the picture in my head!

Song Siwei finally caught the opportunity to play tricks on him, and was about to settle all the old and new grudges he had against him in the past. It was impossible to shut up, so he raised the corners of his lips and continued: "Chen Gui also sent me some videos for observation. , the most popular ones are cut very well. The 99 escaped marriages of the Tsundere CEO, the eight wives trying to get him, the innocent girl is hot - you are quite innocent in this way."

Chi Xingyan: "..."

Is it too late to pee now?

Chi Xingyan felt that it was too embarrassing to run away with his head in his arms, so he pretended to threaten: "Song Siwei, you are enough! Shut up! Don't push yourself!"

Song Siwei said that I still like to push the boundaries, and he was amazed: "There are also some videos marked with sexuality, in which you have eight-pack abs..."

Chi Xingyan: "Stop talking again, do you hear me?"

Song Siwei seemed to be deaf, he took a step forward, reached out and patted Chi Xingyan's chest, pretending to be puzzled: "I've been filming with you for so long, why didn't I realize that you have eight-pack abs, those abs don't Is it fake?"

Chi Xingyan finally couldn't bear it anymore, lifted the hem of the large T-shirt with one hand, grabbed Song Siwei's provocative hand with the other and pulled it forward, pressing it on his abdominal muscles.

He said with a cold face, "Did you touch it this time?"

Song Siwei finally stopped talking.

Chi Xingyan continued to ask expressionlessly: "Do you say it is true or false?"

The momentary skin-to-skin contact made the atmosphere a little awkward for a while.Song Siwei was only stunned for a few seconds, and then he really touched Chi Xingyan's beautifully lined abdominal muscles, which made Chi Xingyan stunned, and his lower abdomen suddenly sprang up uncontrollably. A small strand of evil fire.

Song Siwei bypassed the embarrassment perfectly, and patted Chi Xingyan's belly twice, like a pig dealer patting a piggy's butt.

Chi Xingyan's beautiful abdominal muscles suddenly made a clear and pleasant sound, and Song Siwei praised: "Good guy! You really have eight-pack abdominal muscles, and you can tell they are strong enough just by hearing the sound!"

As he spoke, he lifted up the hem of his T-shirt, and counted seriously: "One, two, three... I only have six yuan. This is unscientific. I have also practiced martial arts."

Chi Xingyan's eyes were fixed on Song Siwei's abdominal muscles, thinking in his heart, if I touch it back too, will Song Siwei, who has practiced martial arts, slap me backhand.

Before he could think clearly in his mind, he moved first, and when his fingers touched Song Siwei's warm skin, Chi