I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Pei Huan didn't go back to the hotel.

He has a bachelor apartment not far away, and he will go there when he wants to be alone.

Get off the car in front of the community.

He turned into the 24-hour convenience store at the entrance of the community, opened the refrigerator door, picked up four or five bottles of beer, and paid the bill.

After swiping your fingerprint to open the door.

The room was empty and lifeless, the heavy curtains were drawn, and the whole city was busy with traffic and brightly lit.

The light divides the room into two worlds.

Pei Huan sat in the shadows, with beer on the small table at hand, raised his chin, his eyes reflected the dazzling noise of fireworks, his dreams were unreal.

city.

Forever cold and ruthless, everyone has his own joy.

The green glass bottle of beer was covered with tiny water droplets, which condensed and fell on the table to form a small puddle of water.

He uncapped the bottle.

The slightly cool liquid flowed down the throat, Pei Huan frowned, and poured down the whole bottle with his head raised.

Empty glass bottles rolled gurgling along the marble floor, hit the table legs and stopped.

Pei Huan unlocked the phone.

Leaning lazily on the sofa without speaking, he clicked on Doudizhu and lost more than a dozen games in a row, and the system settlement prompt of "failure" popped up on the screen.

"Insufficient balance, please recharge. 50% off when you spend over 9.5 yuan, and 100% off when you spend over 8 yuan..."

Pei Huan froze for a moment, quit the game without hesitation, and poured himself another bottle of wine.

In a daze, he turned to the address book and made a call.

an upper class reception

"The second young master of Zhu's family really deserves to be an investment genius. The last time he invested in the project, he made hundreds of millions within six months."

"I have a project in my hand, when can the second young master help me through it?"

Zhu Yang was wearing a silver-gray high-end suit, his black hair was combed behind his forehead, and his face was stern.

Surrounded by a group of middle-aged businessmen who could be his father, everyone looked at him with fanaticism.

He backed away moderately, and said lightly, "I'm just here on behalf of Mr. Zhu, and I'm not currently taking over this matter."

"That's really a pity."

"That's right, Second Young Master, you are a born businessman. Although you are very successful as an entertainer, it is an industry that makes people smile."

"Everyone." Zhu Yang smiled politely: "Occupation is my personal choice, and it will not hinder your continued cooperation with Zhu's." He held up the goblet: "Isn't it?"

Those who can come to this kind of high-end reception are all good people, and they can see the coldness behind Zhu Yang's politeness immediately.

They all raised their wine glasses: "Of course."

"I believe we will always have a pleasant cooperation."

Zhu Yang twitched the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.

The assistant came hurriedly from the crowd, whispered something in Zhu Yang's ear, then Zhu Yang put down his wine glass and walked out with a frown.

He glanced at the caller ID: "Pei Huan?"

After a while of rustling on the other side, came the inarticulate voice: "Why is it you?"

"..." I should ask you this question: "What's wrong?"

Pei Huan on the other end of the phone ignored his question and said to himself, "I'm at home."

Zhu Yang heard that he was not in a normal state from his confused words, so he guessed with a straight face, "Have you been drinking?"

The person on the other side suddenly became excited: "Yeah! I drank it! I drank one bottle, two bottles... I can't count it~" Then the voice softened again, and there was a grievance: "Can you come to my house to read the letter? ? Can you come?"

Zhu Yang glanced at the gorgeous reception scene, turned around and walked outside the venue: "I can come."

The voice was deep and powerful, and it became more magnetic through the receiver. Pei Huan unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone, and curled up: "Okay."

"Mr. Zhu?" The assistant followed.

Zhu Yang strode out, "Go pick up the car."

After half an hour, Zhu Yang knocked on the door.

There was a short sound of hurried footsteps inside, the door was pulled open, Pei Huan grabbed the doorknob with disheveled hair, his shirt collar was not fastened, revealing a large area of ​​flawless and delicate skin.

Stepping on the ground with bare feet, the ankles are very red.

Zhu Yang's eyes were deep.

If it was someone else, Zhu Yang would consider it a deliberate seduction, but put it on Pei Huan...

He walked in and closed the door by the way: "Where are the shoes?"

"You look so handsome!" Pei Huan suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards him. Zhu Yang was afraid that he would fall, so he could only reach out to help him, and was thrown staggeringly.

His face was unavoidably serious: "Pei Huan, be normal."

Pei Huan rubbed against the side of his neck, pulled Zhu Yang's suit jacket and raised his head, his eyes were red: "You mean me?"

"No."

Pei Huan didn't give up, "You have!"

Zhu Yang sighed helplessly, and said in a coaxing tone, "Hey, go put your shoes on first."

"Fuck me!"

Zhu Yang lowered his head and wanted to reason, but when he met those hare eyes with misty eyes, forget it, how can he reason with a drunkard?

He pushed the man into the sofa.

Look for the lonely home slippers that were kicked into the corner, one on the left and the other on the right.

When he came back again, Pei Huan sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at him eagerly, his eyes were so clear that he didn't look like he was drunk.

Zhu Yang put down his shoes: "Put on your shoes."

Pei Huan stretched out his feet obediently, stretched out to the side of the slippers, kicked them away mercilessly, then squinted his eyes stupidly and started laughing.

"Tsk."

Zhu Yang resisted the idea of ​​"educating love" and squatted down on one knee to straighten the slippers.

A pair of cool hands suddenly wrapped around his neck, holding his face with the smell of wine, the soft and warm touch fell on the left aorta.

Zhu Yang shook his hand.

Only the overly thin ankle and the reddish round toes remained in sight.

And the...slippers that fell down again.

Unskillfully sticky, from the side of the neck to the protruding Adam's apple, Zhu Yang lifted the person away with one hand with his ears red.

"Stop it."

His breathing fluctuated violently, as if the mouth of a traveler in the desert was parched, especially the place touched by... was hot and dry and could not be relieved.

Pei Huan tilted his head aggrievedly: "Hold me."

"No." Zhu Yang let go of him and stood up with support: "You should wake up yourself first."

"Don't go!" Pei Huan hurriedly stood up, almost hitting Zhu Yang's chin: "I'm sober!"

Zhu Yang clasped his hands on his slender waist, stared fixedly at him, and asked after a few seconds: "Then who am I?"

Pei Huan tried hard to think, the light from the only overhead light that was turned on fell into his clean and clear eyes, like thousands of stars scattered in the dark night.

For such a simple question, Pei Huan just stared at him hard and didn't speak.

Zhu Yang let go of him little by little.

Pei Huan suddenly reached out to grab his tie, pulled it closer, and said with a smile, "Of course I know."

Close to his ear and softly shout: "Brother Zhu Yang."

The two were very close, and Pei Huan's hot air rushed straight to Zhu Yang's ear tips and the side of his face. Zhu Yang felt that he was also drunk, otherwise he should have pushed him away at this time.

Zhu Yang tightened his grip on Pei Huan's waist, easily carried him into the bedroom, and carefully placed him on the bed.

He was about to get up.

Pei Huan caught off guard and grabbed his tie again, pulling it away.

Zhu Yang hastily propped himself up with his elbows and almost fell on Pei Huan.

Zhu Yang's voice was hoarse: "Don't go too far."

Pei Huan still looked at him confidently, anxiously, Zhu Yang untied his tie with one hand, the material of the tie was soft but strong.

It's perfect for binding people.

Pei Huan looked at Zhu Yang grabbing his wrist in a daze, and chuckled after a while: "Solve it."

Zhu Yang got up, but Pei Huan still wanted to make a move.

He looked down and saw that his wrist was tightly bound by the black tie, "Huh?" He tried hard to understand: "Can't you untie it?"

Satisfied, Zhu Yang pulled the quilt beside him and covered him, while he sat at the end of the bed to cool down.

Pei Huan innocently shouted: "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, Brother Zhu Yang, can you help me untie it?"

"not good."

"But my hand hurts."

"Be quiet."

After Zhu Yang failed to cool down by sitting quietly, he went to the bathroom to cool down physically. Pei Huan grinned for a while, and when Zhu Yang came back again, he fell asleep sullenly.

He went forward and dimmed the bedside lamp, with drops of water still hanging on his cheeks, and sat on the side of the bed to help someone gently untie the knot.

There is a thin red circle around the wrist.

"Let you settle down."

He lightly rubbed his slender wrist with his fingertips, someone who was sleeping suddenly opened his eyes and pressed Zhu Yang on the bed together, "You—"

Pei Huan stretched the person down with his legs, hugged Zhu Yang like a baby, closed his eyes without fussing: "I want to hear you read the letter."

Zhu Yang was stiff all over: "I don't believe it here."

"Yes." Pei Huan hugged him tightly again: "I want to hear you read."

Zhu Yang's physical cooling also failed, and he resigned himself to being held by Pei Huan, expressionlessly repeating the letter he had read during the day.

In the dim light, the voice slowly flowed out like a nocturne: "To the best Pei Huan in the world..."

in the dark.

Pei Huan's cell phone left in the living room was vibrating silently. One by one calls came in, and the screen turned on and off.

Mr. Zhang smashed his phone angrily: "It's crazy on the Internet! But this person can't be found! Pei Huan is too presumptuous this time!"

"You calm down..."

"You are his manager, and you don't know his exact location." Mr. Zhang picked up a stack of A4 papers and threw them over: "What else do you need!?"

Wu Ge lowered his head.

The employee in front of the computer poked his head out: "No, this hot search can't be suppressed at all, and no company is willing to take orders."

Pei Huan is top class, representing the highest topicality.

#男小三贝焦#, #沉玛婚婚健儿# and other explosive content, just fell into the frying pan with water and boiled in an instant.

Especially other entertainment companies, they will not reach out to help, the market is so big, everyone wants to take the best piece back from Pei Huan.

Mr. Zhang had a headache for a while: "If you add more money, you must suppress it!"

Black material that violates the bottom line is different from others and is fatal.

As long as Pei Huanliang is gone, the 'First' he is most proud of will not go far.

It's a wild dance of demons online.

As Pei Huan's opponent, Zhu Yangfen was unusually silent.

Just because of the unknown photo in the excavator group.

Zhu Yang's fans are all mature and stable in age, and they don't like to take the initiative to cause trouble.The management decided with a slap in the face, not to speak out, and not to allow any fans to gloat.

And the fans of the same type of traffic idols and entertainers with the most fierce competition, they will make trouble and leave no room for it.

Anyway, the law does not blame the public.