Venomous tongue top stream is a small stutter [rebirth]

In each other's unclear relationship, Song Zhi is always the passive one.Even at the moment, the so-called "initiative" is not driven by the other party's words.

But different from before, Song Zhi didn't hear the usual tone of the leader, but with a hint of expectation or even a begging tone.

This potential "threat" can confuse his heart more than the usual orders.

Yan Huai walked around him unscrupulously, every look in his eyes was burning hot, Song Zhi's mouth was parched from the burn, but it was enough to repel his courage.

Song Zhi rubbed against her body, looking for a relatively comfortable position, gently grabbed the corner of the quilt with her bent knuckles, and avoided the other party's eyes, "You, you close your eyes."

The breath full of strong alcohol smell was still spraying on Song Zhi's lips tirelessly, he raised his eyelids to look, and the light cast by the other party had disappeared.

He licked his dry lips, lingered on the brow bone, jaw, and Adam's apple of the other party, and finally left the kiss on the corner of his slightly pursed mouth.

After the kiss, Song Zhi did not choose to escape for the first time, he let go of the quilt, put his hand on his chest and slowly moved closer.

Yan Huai didn't move at all, and seemed to be expecting something.

Song Zhi, who was not disturbed, mustered up her courage, opened her lips a slit, moved around the lip slit, and poked in from the corner of her slightly opened mouth.

Like a fuse being ignited, Song Zhi, who had originally gained the initiative, fell completely in the next second.

The magnolia in the courtyard blooms most vigorously in midsummer, and the fresh fragrance follows the direction of the wind, mixed with hot breath, and unscrupulously diffuses into the nasal cavity.

Song Zhi tried her best to break away from the warmth Yan Huai gave her. He hugged the man's neck and didn't want to let go. He suppressed his heartbeat before he could say, "This time, can, can you, be gentle."

"Okay, take it easy."

……

The result of the so-called lightness is that the duration is significantly longer than before.Song Zhi was tossed until the second half of the night before being put back on the bed.

The only consolation is that fortunately, I didn't get it all over the place, and I didn't have to face the embarrassing situation of being washed the sheets in the morning.

The morning sun shines on Song Zhi's naked back, the temperature in the room is moderate, and the quilt is not tightly covered.

Song Zhi was disturbed by the vibration of the mobile phone behind him, wrapped himself in the quilt, and burrowed into the opponent's chest.

Yan Huai walked away from him to get the phone, then touched him, "answer the phone."

"Who is it!" Song Zhi hadn't woken up yet, and she was angry with getting up, and hugged him again, "I'm so annoying, I don't answer."

"I suggest you pick it up." Yan Huai's voice seemed calm, but with an imperceptible air-conditioning, he paused for a few seconds before speaking, "It's Tang Shaocheng."

Song Zhi came out of the opponent's arms, her head was dazed and her back was cold.

What did this person call him in the morning?In fact, they are just colleagues who exchange phone calls because of filming, and they have no friendship at all in private.

But for some reason, Song Zhi felt guilty for no reason.

Yan Huai couldn't guess the emotion in his eyes, and handed the phone to him.

Song Zhi secretly scolded Tang Shaocheng 180 times in her heart.In the early morning, he didn't have sex. Life doesn't mean that others don't. What does this kind of incomprehensible person eat to grow so big?

Song Zhi took the phone and sat up on the bed. Being naked, he could only pull the quilt to his body.

When the phone was connected, Song Zhi's attitude was not friendly, "What's the matter?"

"Did I bother you?" Tang Shaocheng said.

Yes, I was very disturbed.

Please do not call at this time in the future!No, it should be never call me.

"No, no." Song Zhi didn't want to show her emotions in front of Yan Huai.

"Is your husband by your side?"

Only by Yan Huai's side would Song Zhi be so nervous that she couldn't speak clearly.

Song Zhi glanced at it out of the corner of her eye, yes, not only is he by my side now, but he is also holding my hand and lying on the bed to play, the blood from all over his body poured onto the finger being played by Yan Huai, it was numb and hot.

The most strange thing is, why did Tang Shaocheng insist on asking such a question?Is my husband at home, does it have anything to do with you?

Song Zhi's whole body was swollen, and he really wanted to throw the phone out. He gritted his teeth, "Ah yes, I, my husband, are right beside me, holding me."

Regardless of whether Tang Shaocheng understood his hint or not, this sentence did remind Yan Huai.

The latter let go of his hands and sat up on the bed, with his arms naturally around Song Zhi's waist, his chest pressed against his back, and he kissed his sensitive ears.

"Mm, um..." Song Zhi tried her best to hold back, but still made some small voices.

Tang Shaocheng is not stupid, but he really did not expect such a situation to happen, "Sorry, I didn't expect to disturb you at this time."

It is now 10:30 am.

But Yan Huai had no intention of letting him go, and when he heard Tang Shaocheng's voice on the phone, he became even more aggressive.

Song Zhi gritted her teeth, and her heart was galloping.

Then you hang up the phone quickly, why don't you take a rest when you're cool?

"There is a film festival tonight, and it is said that the organizer has invited you." Tang Shaocheng said quickly, "Don't be late."

Before Song Zhi could reply, the person on the other end hung up the phone first.

Linda had indeed mentioned the event to him three days earlier.But Song Zhi's movie hadn't been released yet, and there were no other works that could be sold. The organizer invited him only to gain more traffic.

Song Zhi hadn't planned to participate, but Tang Shaocheng would make a special call to remind him, so he inevitably hesitated.

He secretly glanced at the man behind him, not knowing whether brother Yan Huai was happy or angry.

"Go if you want." Yan Huai obviously guessed his thoughts.

"Oh."

Yan Huai grabbed the phone and threw it aside, and pressed Song Ta on the bed again.

The latter was still thinking about Tang Shaocheng's words just now, "Well, I, still have to go..."

Yan Huai's hand slid down, "The event will only start at night, it's still early."

I woke up late in the morning, and my lunch time was forced to be postponed until three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yan Huai put a vegetable in Song Zhi's bowl, "Did your manager arrange for someone to do makeup?"

Song Zhi stuffed her disliked green leafy vegetables into her mouth sullenly, and shook her head.

Theoretically speaking, a normal artist would have to go to great lengths to dress up for this kind of event, but Song Zhi has always been a person who does not listen to "theory". Linda gave up struggling completely after persisting several times to no avail.

Of course, the most important thing is that even if Song Zhi walks the red carpet in an ordinary T-shirt, she is more radiant than other well-groomed artists.

"What are you wearing at night?" Yan Huai gave him another vegetable.

Song Zhi forced herself to stuff it into her mouth, raised her head and pointed to the cloakroom on the third floor.

It was full of suits sent by various brand endorsers. Many manufacturers did not have the funds to ask Song Zhi to endorse, so they could only send clothes to Song Zhi's brokerage company batch by batch.

The idea of ​​the clothing company is very simple, as long as Song Zhi is willing to wear it, they can make a big splash and advertise for free.

Song Zhi's star effect is too strong, even if she drinks some soup, she can make a lot of money.

When a certain amount of clothes has been stored, Linda will send a driver to deliver them to Song Zhi's house, and Aunt Lan will unpack the clothes piled up in front of the house and put them in the cloakroom.

There is a wardrobe in Song Zhi's bedroom, in which are the clothes he usually wears, and he has hardly been here.

The film festival started at seven o'clock in the evening. After lunch, Song Zhi followed Yan Huai to the cloakroom.

Yan Huai turned on the light and raised his eyebrows, "The big stars are really different."

Song Zhi suspected that this was sarcasm.

The space of more than ten square meters is full of various types of clothes. Yan Huai picked up a hollow mesh shirt, "How about this?"

Song Zhi frantically shook her head.

As long as he participates in the film festival, he will be on the trending list. If he doesn't want to dress like this and paralyze Weibo, the technical guy will definitely hate him.

Moreover, this style is too... Exasperating.

"It's really not suitable." Yan Huai hung the shirt in a closet that was easier to take off, "This kind of shirt can only be worn for me to see."

Song Zhi realized that his friend, who couldn't get divorced, was too miserable, and wanted to make some cosplay for the boss's pleasure.But which manufacturer sent the clothes?He could consider letting the brand go out of business.

Yan Huai took another light gray suit from the upper closet. The playful decoration of the check pattern and black border makes the clothes look fashionable but not exaggerated. It is matched with a bright black brooch for the finishing touch.

"What about this?" Yan Huai held up the suit in front of him.

Brother Yan Huai's aesthetics is online, Song Zhi nodded.

Song Zhi learned to be smart this time, he took the suit from Yan Huai and ran away, quickly went to his room next door and locked the door behind him.

If he ran slowly, he would definitely be threatened by Yan Huai's brother to change his clothes in person, and he might be fumbled around by then.

Song Zhi's body size is not a secret. In order to wear it better, the brand will make the clothes more close-fitting.

Although Song Zhi locked the bedroom, she was still worried that people outside would knock on the door too soon.He hurriedly put on his suit jacket, and gently opened a crack in the door.

Before seeing the situation outside clearly, the person waiting at the door put his arm on the door and pushed the door in.

Out of self-protection, Song Zhi retreated subconsciously, but was dragged forward by Yan Huai, "What are you hiding?"

Song Zhi frowned, with her hands behind her back, waiting to be criticized.

Yan Huai raised his chin, but focused on the messy tie.

Song Zhi's face was raised towards the ceiling, his eyes looked down from time to time, Yan Huai was helping him re-tie his tie seriously.

Seeing the other party's expression softened, Song Zhi let out a light breath towards the roof.

Good luck today, fortunately escaped unharmed.

The double links were fastened in twos and threes, and Song Zhi immediately touched them. The tie buttons were neatly shaped, and it was countless times better than his craftsmanship without looking in the mirror.

"Thank you, thank you."

Song Zhi was excitedly about to look in the mirror when she heard the sound of the door being locked.

With the clicking sound of the twisting metal lock, Song Zhi's head buzzed, and he moved back, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, "What, what, the lock..."

"I'm afraid you'll run away." Yan Huai didn't pull him this time, but followed Song Zhi's retreating steps, forcing him to the bedside step by step.

Until Song Zhi was squeezed into the bed, the newly tied tie and shirt were in a mess.

"No, don't do it." Song Zhi's struggle was meaningless in Yan Huai's hands.

"This one is not suitable for participating in activities." Yan Huai pressed his knees against the soft sheets, and put a kiss on his chin, "It's only suitable for being torn off by me."

The author has something to say:

Yan Huai: Are you still running?

Song Zhi: QAQ