After being forced to be a stand-in, I really smell like [Entertainment]

When he arrived at the place, Yin Wu'an rang the doorbell outside his yard, and the door opened as soon as he pressed it. He went into the yard and knocked on the door of the inner room.

After a while, Ling Cheqing appeared behind the door and glanced at him in loose casual clothes: "I thought you weren't coming."

Yin Wu reluctantly entered the room: "What did you ask me to do?"

"What can you do?" Ling Cheqing raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a slight smile appeared on her indifferent face: "I miss you."

Yin Wu's eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief: "Are you too coquettish?"

He just finished saying this, turned his head to look into the room, and froze at the entrance again.

Because on a big table in the living room, there are all kinds of delicacies, including steak, prawns, red wine, and his favorite fried chicken.

Yin Wu's eyes straightened.

"I just made it, don't you want to try it?" Ling Cheqing leaned against the wall with her arms around her chest, watching Yin Wu's greedy saliva pouring out wantonly, and inadvertently enlarged her smile.

Seeing the food, Yin Wu completely lost his mind, and also forgot about having a grudge with Ling Cheqing, so he threw himself on the table.

Pick up a piece of red fried chicken, it's delicious!

I picked up another red shrimp as big as half a palm, um, it's so fresh!

Just about to cut the steak, Ling Cheqing walked over slowly and sat opposite him, picked up the knife and fork gracefully, cut a small piece and put it on his plate: "Why don't you act this time?"

Only then did Yin Wu remember: Damn, I was so absorbed in eating that I forgot to act!

But a hard mouth is his usual problem. While stuffing the steak into his mouth, he said with disgust: "It's not medium rare, it's all fried, it's not good."

"I fried it to medium rare."

"Ah, this..." Yin Wu didn't know how to answer it, and seeing Ling Che's happy smile again, he gave him a hard look.

In other words, where is his joy?

Don't you dare to see yourself succumbing to his craftsmanship and becoming a food slave?

Or...he drugged his meal!

Anyway, even if he doesn't prescribe the medicine, today is already a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and he can't resist what he wants to do.

So Yin Wu didn't think too much about it, and just ate what he needed.

When the staple food was almost eaten, Ling Cheqing opened the red wine on the side. Yin Wu glanced at the brand and year of the red wine, good guy, it's Lafite from 82.

The price of this bottle of wine is enough to buy as many as you like.

But no matter how expensive the wine is, Yin Wu has no intention of drinking it. He doesn't like to drink, neither red nor white, and occasionally dips in some beer.

"I won't drink." Yin Wu told him decisively while Ling Cheqing was still pouring.

Ling Cheqing didn't seem to hear it, opened the wine and poured it into the goblet in front of her, but she only poured one glass.

Also added ice cubes and a tablespoon of honey.

Seeing him adding honey, Yin Wu couldn't help being curious: "Do you like sweet ones?"

"Ah."

"Then your pheromone...is so bitter..."

Ling Cheqing picked up the wine glass and replied lightly: "What does my pheromone taste like, does it have anything to do with what taste I like?"

"Oh." Yin Wu took another bite, and suddenly remembered to ask: "Then my pheromone...isn't it sweet?"

That's right, I have never known what my pheromone smells like. I didn't have it before, but now I finally have it. I still don't know.

"It's sweet, creamy honey, and kind of like...sweetener."

Most Os are sweet pheromones, and the sweeter the pheromones, the more A likes them. Sure enough, the pheromones of Ling Cheqing's ex-boyfriend are superb.

It really caught his light.

Yin Wu thought about it silently, but heard Ling Cheqing say again: "You don't like it, it's bitter..."

Why do you feel that he asked a little cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would not like it.

"I..." Originally, Yin Wu wanted to tell him that he really didn't like bitterness, but in the end he didn't say it.

The problem is that A is either perfume, spirits, tea, or lemon cucumber or durian...

The lotus seed flavor is really hard to accept, it's too bitter!

No wonder his ex-boyfriend broke up with him and didn't want him anymore!

"It's you who I don't like, and it has nothing to do with pheromones." Yin Wu didn't want to hurt him, and tried to be very euphemistic.

After hearing this, Ling Cheqing just drank the red wine in her hand, the cold wine entered her throat, and the corners of her mouth were stained with scarlet.

Then he poured another glass.

Yin Wu gnawed on the steak and watched him drink one cup after another. He always felt that the food was not delicious. When he was drinking the fifth cup, he suddenly reached out and snatched the cup: "Don't drink it."

After four cups, Ling Cheqing's face was quite normal, but Yin Wu observed that his ears were red.

He didn't show any signs of being drunk either, he stood up silently, went to sit on the sofa, took out another cigarette and lit it.

Yin Wu didn't even know how he got into these bad habits, either drinking or smoking, couldn't he be addicted to this kind of thing because of the pain of being broken up?

Seeing his current appearance, Yin Wu felt a little compassion for some reason.

It turns out that it is so painful not to get the person you like.

Yin Wu swallowed the food in his mouth, and was almost full, so he wiped his mouth and leaned over to the sofa. The main reason is that "eat people have a short mouth", since he ate it, it's better to express it a little bit.

"That... the matter of the substitute... I'll think about it again... ah—" Yin Wu never expected that just as he slid over to the sofa, Ling Cheqing grabbed his arm extremely quickly and pulled it hard, Pulling himself into his arms.

Still, she threw herself directly into his arms, and sat on his lap with her legs spread apart in an extremely ambiguous posture.

Yin Wu instinctively wanted to get up, but he held it down with force. His lazy and magnetic voice gradually flooded his mind: "Why... other people can have freedom... only I... can't..."

"...What did you say?" Yin Wu was held in his arms, and he was a little surprised when he heard the inexplicable words.

"It's nothing." Ling Cheqing closed her eyes, buried her blond hair into Yin Wu's neck, and rubbed against his glands, as if she wanted to take a bite, but tried her best to restrain herself.

Maybe some people are not drunk on the surface and their minds are sober, but in fact, the defense line in their hearts will become weak after drinking alcohol.

Probably Ling Cheqing is like this.

Yin Wu felt his fragility, because his pheromones were telling him that he was suffering.

But Yin Wu didn't understand what he was enduring, obviously he could bite whenever he wanted, and he was a lamb under his tiger's mouth, or a fish on his knife.

In any case, there is no right to resist.

But in the end he still didn't bite, and let go of himself.

"Forget it if you don't want to, don't think about it." After a long time, Ling Cheqing finally squeezed out these words from her lips.

Yin Wu didn't know what kind of show he was acting in, a bitter trick?Playing hard to get?

Anyway, he is the king of movie stars, he can act seamlessly in any one he wants to play, mixing the fake with the real.

Yin Wu got off him and rolled on the sofa beside him. Seeing that he was about to light a cigarette again, he subconsciously reached out to grab it again: "Does your manager care about you? A big star engages in so many bad habits every day, but you public figure!"

"He can't control me."

"Then you should be more self-disciplined."

Ling Cheqing didn't smoke, turned her head to look at Yin Wu, her green eyes were full of grayness: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"Teach me, you don't take your own body seriously, what should I teach you?"

Ling Cheqing slightly twitched the corner of her mouth when she heard this, and the lighter in her hand dropped into the drawer, and locked the drawer again.

There was a small key outside the drawer, and he casually threw the key that locked the drawer into Yin Wu's hand: "I'm in good health, at least it's fine to fuck you for one night."

"I rely on you——you—" Yin Wu expressed his astonishment and surprise at his sudden express car, and, besides, why is this guy getting more and more coquettish!

"What's wrong with me?" Ling Che continued without changing her expression, "If you don't believe me, do you want to try?"

Yin Wu quickly retreated a certain distance: "Xin Xin Xin!"

Ling Cheqing complained about his retreating action: "What do you think of me?"

"What can I be..." Yin Wuyi blurted out righteously: "I am a lewd devil."

"..." Ling Cheqing's face gradually became cold and serious, and the silence became more and more terrifying.

"You...you don't want to..." Looking at his face, Yin Wu suddenly had a feeling of suicide, as if he had just slipped around a tiger's mouth and thought it was all right, so he sent himself to slip again It's the same in a circle, and the result——

"Ah~" The tingling pain on his neck quickly spread throughout his brain, and the moment he was bitten by Ling Cheqing, Yin Wu completely resigned to his fate.

The two were grinding and entangled on the sofa. Apart from the pain, there was an intensifying pleasure. Accompanied by the bitter smell of lotus seeds, the nerves of the whole body were mobilized little by little, and the blood swelled and became unbearable.

The first time he was bitten, Yin Wu was unconscious, so it was useless to be reluctant.

The second time he was bitten, Yin Wu was conscious, so he was extremely reluctant, but fortunately Ling Cheqing didn't bite much.

The third time he was bitten, that is, this time, Yin Wu was still sober, but this time, he didn't struggle too much, because he was already mentally prepared.

However, it is one thing to be mentally prepared, and quite another to be forced to lie down and be defiled.

The mark lasted for almost half an hour, and Yin Wu was almost bitten by him to the sky, and if he bit him any further, he would collapse.

He could only beg with blurred consciousness and teary eyes: "I don't want~ I don't want..."

Listening to his pleading, Ling Cheqing finally let go, but she didn't let him go, but stretched her hand below his waist.

[The author has something to say]: Manually pull the light, the two cars are written, and they will be posted when they are on the shelves.

Don't worry, if the data is good, I will definitely write the light. If the data is not good, I will only write the first few times. After all, the first few times are more important (mainly because of the reluctance in the early stage, that is, the kind who say not to be very honest~ Of course, careful attacking is indispensable tj)

Cough, the reason why I can mark half an hour must be to mark it at the same time... It's just that it's not convenient for me to write the text, so you can imagine for yourself.