Why did I bring forty pounds of bricks to the variety show?

what happened?

The two of us CP were blacklisted by their fans, can you say this?

Jiang Wangye shook his head.

"fine."

Yue Lianzhou didn't like the way he didn't say anything very much, so he reached out to turn off the camera, pressed his hands beside him, and leaned over as if he wanted to hug someone.

"Mr. Jiang, is there anything you can't say that can't be broadcast now?"

He was a bit oppressive, Jiang Wangye didn't like the feeling of being imprisoned, so he frowned and pushed.

"Don't come so close."

Yue Lianzhou stared at him, sat up slowly, the smile on his face faded.

Understood.

But when Yue Lianzhou got up, his wrist was grabbed again.

Jiang Wangye turned his head.

"Don't ask me why, can you hear me so far away?"

Yue Lianzhou looked at him, moved his hand away from his wrist, and then firmly grasped his hand into his own. Jiang Wangye relaxed his fingers and let him take control.

Only then did Yue Lianzhou sit down.

"Is that close enough?"

"near-point."

Yue Lianzhou stared at him, and moved a little closer.

"so?"

"Come closer."

Yue Lianzhou approached, even closer than the distance he was almost oppressed just now.

"so?"

Jiang Wangye's ears were red, but he still looked at him calmly, and nodded at this time.

"can."

The distance between the two is only one palm, and their breathing is different, like a lingering lover, but also like a beast of equal strength.

Jiang Wangye lowered his eyes, took the phone over, and opened his own super chat.

"I was blocked by my own fans."

Yue Lianzhou looked at his hand, couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

"Mr. Jiang, why don't you ask me directly?"

"Ask you what...you know?"

Yue Lianzhou looked at him, but didn't expose him.

He used his mobile phone to log on to the Weibo account.

Jiang Wangye couldn't hold back, "Boat, didn't you say that real men don't have trumpets?"

Yue Lianzhou lowered his head to look for CP Chaohua, and didn't lift his head when he heard the words: "Mr. Jiang, there are some things I can say to others, but I can't say them to you."

After all, she looked up at him and smiled, "Otherwise I won't respect you, understand?"

Jiang Wangye pretended that he didn't ask anything just now, and looked at his phone.

"Off-road...?"

The name is very serious, and the avatar is also very serious.

A stick figure off-road vehicle was driving on the main road.

Yue Lianzhou handed him his mobile phone.

Jiang Wangye clicked on it.

There are more than 600 people talking, and the latest Weibo was half an hour ago, almost like a secret agent sending out a secret signal.

"Y1S1, YLZ and JWY must be SZD, my first couple in ZQSG/Crying loudly"

It's strange, I know every Chinese character, I know every letter, but I can't read them together.

Yue Lianzhou translated thoughtfully at the side: "One thing to say, Yue Lianzhou and Jiang Wangye must be real, the first couple I really love, woo woo."

Jiang Wangye returned the phone to him with a black face.

"Don't watch it?" Yue Lianzhou took the phone.

"Don't look at it, there's nothing to see."

Yue Lianzhou smiled and put away his phone, "You go take a shower first?"

"You go first, I'll pack up my things."

With that said, Jiang Wangye walked to the closet and dawdled to pack his clothes.

Yue Lianzhou went to take a bath first.

Amidst the sound of running water, Jiang Wangye closed the closet, took out his mobile phone, clicked on Weibo, logged in to the trumpet account blocked by his super chat, searched for "off-road", and became the 637th follower.

There are few people in Chaohua, but it is not very deserted. Scrolling down from the homepage, you can see many fans who have posted many messages in a row. Basically, they have nothing to say.

Fanfiction... nobody writes.

Fanart... It seems that no one draws it.

On the contrary, there are quite a few pictures of him and Yue Lianzhou in the same frame - they are all high-density screenshots taken from various passer-by videos.

With this little material, Chaohua's CP fans can still cut out Jiugongge.

Jiang Wangye flipped through Chaochao, his fingers stopped suddenly.

A Weibo with pictures came into view.

That's not the same frame picture, it's the fan's own P.

Yue Lianzhou was wearing a team uniform, holding a trophy in his hand, and the golden rain fell beside him. He smiled and looked to the right.

On the right is Jiang Wangye, wearing a black costume and holding a microphone.It's his appearance at the concert.

The two stared at each other.

The caption below the picture reads: We are all looking at the galaxy.We are all longing for the galaxy.

The pictures are well edited and beautiful.

Jiang Wangye right-clicked to save, and followed the blogger.

He was flipping through the pages with relish when there was a knock on the door.

Director Lin asked at the door with a bitter face: "Mr. Jiang, can you turn on our camera? What are you doing? How much of this can't be broadcast?"

Jiang Wangye was taken aback, and opened the door, a little embarrassed.

"There is nothing that can't be played, but I just turned it off and forgot to turn it on."

"Oh," Director Lin probed his head, "Can you open it now?"

"The boat team is taking a shower, and he will leave after washing."

"Oh oh oh." Director Lin Xiaoji pecked at the rice, "Don't forget to open it at that time."

"it is good."

Not long after Yue Lianzhou came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Jiang Wangye took a look and then looked away.

Yue Lianzhou was only wearing gray pajama pants, his upper body was naked, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair ran across his neck and chest.

His shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, and his muscles are puffed up during his actions, but he is not exaggerated and has a sense of strength.

The pajama pants were pulled low, and the obvious abdominal muscles and mermaid lines could be seen.

Just after taking a shower, all the heat from his body seemed to reach Jiang Wangye.

Jiang Wangye dodged for a moment, then looked back pretending to be calm.

"No pajamas?"

"Bring it." Yue Lianzhou wiped his hair with a towel, waiting for Jiang Wangye to continue asking.

His expression was undisguised, and Jiang Wangye could also see it.

In the end, the person sitting on the bed looked away, his ears were red, but his expression was calm.

Jiang Wangye looks alienated, as long as he has no expression, he looks cold and arrogant, an indifferent god who is difficult to approach.

At this time, the god's ears were red, his eyes were lowered and he did not look at him, and his voice was steady and calm.

"Then why aren't you wearing pajamas?"

Yue Lianzhou stopped wiping his hair and sat on his bed.

He stared at Jiang Wangye, like a fanatical believer gazing at a god, like a predator gazing at his prey.

Every cell in his body is clamoring: Tear off this person's disguise, so that he can't put on such an air of alienation and coldness.

Let him cry, let him beg for mercy, let his slender neck whine softly.

Yue Lianzhou no longer forced himself to act like a gentleman in front of him.

Anyway... the other party has already discovered who he is.

"Turn on the peacock." Yue Lianzhou leaned back, propped his arms on the bed, and looked at him lazily and intently, "Teacher Jiang, let's take a shower. But when you come out in a while, you'd better dress neatly, after all, you have to record tomorrow Program. Of course, you don’t need to turn on the screen.”

Jiang Wangye still didn't look at him, took a towel and pajamas, and walked to the bathroom in silence.

When he reached the door, he suddenly turned around.

Yue Lianzhou's sticky, almost swamp-like eyes full of greed and desire met him, as if to swallow him up.

Facing such gazes, Jiang Wangye remained calm.

He could feel the other person's eyes wandering around his body, like a beast looking at the prey under his claws, exploring where to take the first bite.

He looked at Yue Lianzhou, letting the other party's wanton and tyrannical eyes measure every inch.

"You don't need it either."

Like an invitation, like a provocation.