First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

The past few days have been lacking in sleep, Song Jianchu originally planned to go to sleep immediately after returning, but somehow was dragged to visit the ghost building.

Song Jianchu often passed by that haunted building when he was going to school, and he often heard scary rumors about it.But he had never fled as fast as today.

So much so that the netizens on the barrage misunderstood deeply.

[Damn it!What a horror special in the middle of the night!Garbage director!Look it scares my cub! 】

【Woooooo son, don't be afraid, run slowly, be careful not to fall】

[Mr. Mu is a good person, can you hold Smelly Bao's hand for a while, even a hug, comfort me]

Pei Shinian had just come out of the ghost building, Song Jianchu had already rushed downstairs to the dormitory alone, his back looked calm and hurried.

Qin Fang sneered at the back: "He also said that you are not afraid, why are you running?"

Song Jianchu didn't turn back and walked forward, and said coolly in the wind: "Go back to sleep."

"Are you alright at the beginning?" Pei Shinian said worriedly, "I must have been quite frightened when I was locked up in there just now. I usually look quite mature, after all, I'm still a child."

"Don't shake yourself before worrying about others." Bai Xingyu said with a smile: "Look at your worthless appearance. From now on, your partner will treat you like a baby."

"I wasn't scared!" Pei Shinian said stiffly, and wrapped his thin down jacket tightly: "I'm wearing too little, the temperature is cooling down tonight, it's freezing to death."

Bai Xingyu: "Hehe."

Mu Ye took a leisurely walk and followed the crowd, staring at the fleeing figure, without deeply reflecting on why he didn't hold back just now.

Song Jianchu went back to the dormitory alone.After entering the house, he hurried to the bathroom and turned on the tap to wash his face.

On the way back, Mu Ye's breath was all over his face, and the cold wind couldn't blow it away.Get a little closer to others and you will be found out.

After washing, Song Jianchu raised his wet face and checked it in the mirror. Luckily, his lips were not swollen...

He had never cared so much about his face when he got into fights and disfigured himself when he was a child.

Song Jianchu grabbed a towel and wiped it carelessly, and finally sorted out his mentality thoroughly.

After wiping his face and raising his head, Song Jianchu's nose moved.

"?"

Why did the scent come back? ?

Song Jianchu lowered his head in a daze.

What he took was Mu Ye's towel...

The dormitory door opened from the outside.

Mu Ye entered the room with the air-conditioning outside, carrying the strawberry milk that he bought at the supermarket by the way, and squinted at the lighted bathroom: "Chu Chu, taking a bath? I bought milk for you, put it in the In the refrigerator, remember to drink when you come out."

Song Jianchu: "...OK, thank you."

Song Jianchu quickly calmed down, quickly threw the towel in his hand into the laundry basket, took a new towel of the same color from the storage cabinet in the bathroom, and hung it up.

Mu Ye is a person with a sense of ritual in life, living casually and delicately.The perfumer of the top perfume brand personally designed an exclusive fragrance for Muye, "Moray", named after Muye's English name.Warm fragrances such as amber and iris, combined with spicy flavors such as oriental trees and tobacco, perfectly blend gentleness and sensuality, presenting a masculine charm fragrance with very personal characteristics.

Because of using this perfume all the year round, every item of Mu Ye is stained with this scent, even the shower gel is specially customized.

After taking a shower, the smell of perfume in the air has almost dissipated.Song Jianchu leaned close to the towel and smelled it, and it was already stained. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and walked out of the bathroom slowly.

"Done the wash?" Mu Ye was tidying up the desk, and looked back at him: "Go drink milk."

Song Jianchu: "Okay, go and wash."

Mu Ye: "Clean up."

Song Jianchu went to the refrigerator and took out a box of strawberry milk. He used to only drink plain milk and rarely drank this kind of milk. He tasted it and it tasted good.

It's ice-cold and cool.

Mu Ye passed him by and went to the bathroom, and patted his head casually: "Sleep after I come out, right now."

"That," Song Jianchu thought it would be better to say it, and changed the incident slightly, saying, "I accidentally knocked off your towel just now, and hung up a new one for you."

"Okay." Mu Ye smiled indifferently: "It's okay."

Song Jianchu lay on the bed, and the sound of water in the bathroom sounded.

While waiting, he opened Weibo, which he hadn't logged in for a long time.Sure enough, his comment section started to make noise again.

[Did someone forget that he still has a Weibo account? ? ? 】

[Your employees have been on Weibo several times during the program recording period, why are you so lazy? ? 】

[Send a microblog to my mother to see how the work is going, can it tire you out? 】

[Smelly treasure got scared tonight?Watch two episodes of cartoons before going to bed, and my mother recommends "Puppy Puppy", "Miao Meow Team Makes Great Contributions", "Wolf Haunted"]

[Silly boy, although I watch you on the live broadcast every day, my mother still misses you so much, so please post a recent photo to my mother, a picture of the scenery around me would be nice too]

Song Jianchu laughed, lazily leaning on the pillow to scroll through dozens of comments and private messages, and simply picked a photo of a work meal from the phone's photo album, edited the text, and dealt with the business.

[See SongV at the beginning: Dinner [picture]]

He didn't care when Weibo was posted.Pei Shinian and Qin Fang were chatting next door, and asked him in the group if he wanted to be together, Song Jianchu directly cut into the game.

Just entering the game, there was a burst of wild laughter from the game voice, which penetrated the wall.

"Hahahaha." Pei Shinian couldn't help laughing and asked, "Jianchu, what did you post on Weibo?"

Song Jianchu was frowned by the laughter, and turned down the volume of the phone: "Today's dinner."

Qin Fang: "Stupid, you posted the wrong picture."

Song Jianchu: "?"

Song Jianchu switched back to Weibo, staring at the accompanying picture, his eyes gradually froze, and half of the phone slipped from his hand.

The comment section of the new Weibo has exploded.

[Hahahahahahaha little fool, did you post the wrong picture? ? 】

[Mu Ye's full set of limited peripheral pajamas! ! ! 】

【Damn, I was dazzled by you again in the middle of the night...】

[Son, you finally let go!Mom is touched!So now is it time to show love to Teacher Mu publicly? Huh, huh]

[Oh my god, how did you do it?I'm afraid you sneaked into the inventory warehouse of Muye Studio】

[Is this the power of the gold master? (Envious to dull eyes]

[I heard that Mu Ye can be summoned by collecting all these seven sets of pajamas, so I guess the real meaning of "dinner" is: Announce that I, Song Jianchu, will eat Mu Ye at night (the grass is turning yellow]

【what? What?Smelly Bao wants to eat Teacher Mu at night?how to eat?Ah, is that what I thought it was? ? 】

[Too coquettish, too coquettish, son, you are so good at it, why are you so good at it with a head of fresh pink hair]

That picture was taken by Song Jianchu casually before putting the pajamas into the suitcase that night, and it was the previous picture of the dinner.After he came out of the haunted building, his mind became muddled. First, he used the wrong towel, and then sent the wrong photo...

Song Jianchu quickly deleted Weibo.

But his 5000 million fans did not intend to stop there, and soon moved to another comment area of ​​his to continue the carnival.

Song Jianchu restrained himself from looking.

It's just a slip of the hand, nothing, just pretend nothing happened.

I still couldn't help but clicked on the most lively comment area.

[Jianchu's old mother: Delete what?Delete it after the show to make us more impressed? 】

[Love rua kitty: ah, ah, I don't care! !This set of pajamas is the token of love between our stinky treasure and the male god! 】

[What good things did Teacher Mu give you? ?Don't hide it, show it openly and share the happiness with everyone! ! 】

Song Jianchu sneered, and for the first time felt that these fans' comments were not so ugly.

Seeing a comment about quickly building tall buildings, Song Jianchu paused with his fingertips on the screen, and the faint smile on his mouth slowly disappeared again.

[I will answer this question: Song Jianchu will soon be the sponsor of Muye Studio. Isn’t it normal for the studio to send some peripherals to the sponsor for relationship management, as well as tokens of love, you people can really die laughing]

[Chuchu I Beibi: We like to have sweet dreams and have fun by ourselves, this idler, silly big sister, uses you to eat salty radish to worry about it? 】

[I will answer this question: Hee hee, I just like to worry about it, even if Song Jianchu uses money to become Mu Ye's benefactor, so what?You guys read too many novels, do you really think that your younger brother is the male protagonist of a sweet novel in the jj entertainment industry?It's just a financial backer, and a financial backer is a money relationship that can find another family at any time, understand?Even if Mu Ye is in true love, it won't be with fans, okay? 】

[Shan Song, get up and code words: ah, why is this not a sweet man? My younger brother is set to the level of JJ, who is definitely a C debut. As long as the passing wild dogs don’t see it blindly, they have to praise him match】

[It's the super-lucky Qiqi sauce: Exactly!My younger brother set up a sweet text as a standard match!Also, you may not be able to imagine the happiness of the patron]]

……

Song Jianchu read all the buildings in this comment with a gloomy expression, then quit Weibo and entered the game.

"You deleted Weibo?" Pei Shinian laughed and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just showing off the surroundings. It's not showing the marriage certificate. Just edit the text."

Qin Fang: "Did you get scared stupid? Can the pictures be wrong?"

"Let's talk nonsense while playing games." Song Jianchu ordered preparations, and said softly, "Go."

When Mu Ye came out of the bathroom, Song Jianchu took the head of No.12 in the game.

Pei Shinian's voice came from the phone: "Jianchu, did you hang up? How can you be so aggressive today!"

Qin Fang has already become a box: "Behind every bully with a sharp gun is a teammate who can hold his breath. I must have covered well just now."

Song Jianchu sneered: "The box can't even fit your face."

Mu Ye changed into his pajamas, and sat beside his bed with a warm fragrance.Mu Ye asked: "Is there any room left? Take me one?"

Song Jianchu didn't raise his eyes: "I'll sleep after playing this game."

"Then I'll wait for you." Mu Ye got on the bed naturally, and leaned back against the head of the bed to watch him play games.

Soon after leading the team to eat chicken, Song Jianchu played the game, lay down under the quilt and prepared to sleep.

Mu Ye got out of bed and turned off the light, came over with his own pillow, and lay down under his quilt as well.

Song Jianchu turned his head in doubt: "?"

After sleeping together for two days in a row, Mu Ye crawled on the bed very naturally today, turned to face him, and asked in a low voice, "Sleep with me?"

Song Jianchu didn't speak.

He was still thinking about the comment that made him inexplicably irritated.

In fact, that netizen was right. The sponsorship relationship is a relationship maintained by money. When the [-]-day agreement is over and the maintenance expenses are settled, he and Mu Ye will have nothing to do with each other.

Although Mu Ye can no longer find a financial backer, the agreement does not restrict Mu Ye from falling in love in the future.Mu Ye can still fall in love, he can hug and kiss his real lover, give his lover exclusive benefits, cling to his future love object like a skin hunger, and sleep with that person in his arms.

Thinking of this, Song Jianchu's inexplicable unhappiness accumulated again.

Song Jianchu said in a low mood, "Go back to sleep, today is enough."

Mu Ye was stunned.

Did you go too far tonight?

"Angry?" Mu Ye paused.

Song Jianchu was silent for a moment, then pursed his lower lip: "No."

Mu Ye's tone was gentle: "Don't like making out outside? Not in the future."

"No."

Mu Ye observed the subtle changes in the boy's expression in the dark, and for the first time felt that the child's mind was a bit difficult to guess.

Mu Ye remained silent for a few seconds, then asked tentatively, "Then do you still want to hug?"

Song Jianchu turned sideways to face him under the quilt, looked at him with serious eyes, and the clear eyes flickered slightly, as if hesitating for something.

Being watched so seriously by the kid, Mu Ye's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter?"

Song Jianchu moved forward under the quilt, resting his head on his chest.

Mu Ye looked at the boy's messy hair after washing, and his chest felt numb from being pressed against it.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mu Ye hugged him in his arms, and coaxed him softly, "Who bullied Chu Chu?"

"Teacher Mu." Song Jianchu hid his face and his voice was very low.

"Ah."

"Why don't you fall in love?"

Mu Ye was taken aback by the question, and blinked: "Huh?"

"Have you never met someone you like?"

Mu Ye slowly stroked the soft hair of the person in his arms with his fingers, thought for a while, and said with a smile, "That's right."

"I'll meet you later."

Mu Ye laughed: "Why do you ask this?"

Song Jianchu was silent for a few seconds, then called out again in a low voice: "Teacher Mu."

Mu Ye rested his chin lazily on the head of the person in his arms, and closed his eyes comfortably: "Yes."

"I won't affect you for too long." Song Jianchu said seriously: "If you meet someone you want to fall in love with during the agreement with me, you can leave at any time, I won't force you to stay, and the agreement fee will be paid as well. "

Mu Ye slowly opened his eyes, and the expression on his face gradually cooled down.

He looked at the lamp shadow on the wall and licked his back molars.

Mu Ye suddenly and truly realized the difficulties of parents raising children.

Some children are really irritating.

After a moment of silence, Mu Ye squeezed the waist of the man in his arms.Mu Ye's eyes darkened and he lowered his head, just about to do something to bully the children.

The person in his arms said again in a low voice: "But if you haven't met before."

Song Jianchu raised his head: "After the agreement is over, can I still renew the fee?"

Mu Ye slowly let go of his hand.

Song Jianchu waited for a while, when Mu Ye suddenly chuckled.

With gentle eyes, Mu Ye said with a smile, "Of course, I'll give you a discount for renewal."

The richest man on Weibo has never cared about discounts for consumption, but Song Jianchu is looking forward to this promotion.

Song Jianchu's eyes lit up: "How much discount can I get?"

Mu Ye was still thinking about the matter of being angry just now, deliberately thought about it for a few seconds, and raised his eyebrows: "[-]% off?"

"..."

The richest man on Weibo thinks this is a bit stingy. What is the difference between less than 2000 million and no less?

"……Oh."

Mu Ye seized the opportunity to turn to customers, and said cunningly: "Say something nice to make me happy, and I can give you a little more discount."

Song Jianchu was stunned for a moment, thinking about it in his heart for a few seconds.

After all, it is a big deal. If there is a chance to think long-term in the future, it seems okay to fight for it in advance.

Song Jianchu thought for a while: "The number one brother in the music scene."

"[-]% off."

"Brother Wild."

"[-]% off."

"Just a hint." Mu Ye said leisurely, "I like redundancies."

Song Jianchu has never called any refrain except his parents and grandpa in his life.Why do men say redundancies?

After struggling for a moment, Song Jianchu spoke with some difficulty, speaking slowly and softly: "Brother Muye."

Mu Ye squinted his eyes happily: "Well, [-]% off."

Song Jianchu felt that the discount was enough, and he was ready to successfully end the first price bargaining experience in his life.

"Don't try again?" Mu Ye seduced softly, "Maybe it can be even lower."

Is there any other word that can be called?

Song Jianchu frowned slightly, thinking hard.

At the moment when the inspiration flashed, a word suddenly appeared in Song Jianchu's mind, which made him a little unacceptable, and he felt that it might be the correct answer.

Song Jianchu looked at the expectant person in front of him, his eyes gradually became complicated.

Could it be...Mu Ye doesn't like being called...huh?

Seeing the surprised and uncomfortable expression of the person in his arms, Mu Ye accurately guessed what the child was thinking this time.His eyebrows twitched, and he reminded helplessly and amusedly: "It's not the one you thought, it's a shorter prefix than just now."

Song Jianchu looked a little relaxed, but also a little unnatural.

Can't speak well.

It's okay to call this reduplicate when I was a child, but calling it that way after I grow up seems to be something only girls do.Song Jianchu couldn't understand why Mu Ye liked to hear this kind of thing?

After struggling for a long time, Song Jianchu buried his head on Mu Ye's chest again, and grabbed the pajamas on Mu Ye's chest.

The speed of speech is light and slow.

With a little hesitation and a little awkwardness.

"……elder brother."

Mu Ye dragged his voice in satisfaction: "En."

After finishing talking, Song Jianchu always felt as if he was acting like a baby, he buried his face in Mu Ye's pajamas as if nothing had happened, acting like an ostrich.Xin said that anyway, he is really a younger brother, so it's okay to call him brother.

He heard a low laugh that breathed out, revealing genuine satisfaction and pleasure.

Mu Ye put his arms around his head and kissed him, and said generously, "It's free."