A bodyguard who can't be an assistant is not a good boyfriend

The birthday party was approaching day by day, and Ye Liangxi became visibly anxious. The selected song hadn't been changed yet, but there was still time to spare, and he was stared at so that he couldn't stay up too late at night.

Cheng Cheng persuaded him several times, telling him to sing the original version if he couldn't do it. Fans would like it too. The important thing about the birthday party is not the show, but the close interaction between the two parties.

He knew it in his heart, but he didn't want to give up halfway. He also hoped to give everyone a little surprise. If it works, he has to do it first.

Cheng Cheng simply didn't care, as long as he pays attention to rest and body, he can do as he likes, anyway, it's just a matter of these few days.

After returning home from the event, Ye Liangxi flicked his shoes, and ran back to the room without putting on his slippers. It's rare to come back early today, so hurry up and change one more song.

Yu Fengyan, who followed him into the door, shook his head helplessly, bent down resignedly to help him arrange his shoes, put down his backpack, changed his shoes, and went to the kitchen to warm milk for someone.

The sound of the guitar came intermittently from the room. He carried the cup over and knocked on the open door. Holding the guitar in one hand and the pen in the other hand, the person writing the score didn't let him in.

Yu Fengyan put the milk on the table, looked down at his feet with only socks on the ground, frowned, and went out to get him slippers.

The weather has been getting colder recently, you have to wear a thick coat when you go out, and the floor is cold, people who are addicted to songwriting don't feel it at all.

Put the slippers brought in by the person's feet for him to step in. He picked up the cup and tapped on the table to attract the other person's attention. He almost reached out his hand to his mouth, "Drink first."

Ye Liangxi didn't insist on him, he drank it after a few sips, his mouth was full of the smell of milk, he smashed his mouth, bowed his head and continued to pluck the strings.

Knowing that he didn't have time to talk to him for a while, Yu Fengyan didn't bother him, went out with an empty cup, and didn't forget to help someone close the door.

After washing the cup, I went back to the room and took a shower first, wiped my hair with moisture all over my body, and sat down beside the bed, listening to the vague movement next door for a while.

The music stopped, the door next to him was opened, and the sound of footsteps kicking slippers spread all the way to his door, and there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

Before he could answer, the people outside pushed the door open as if they couldn't wait any longer, and came in with the guitar in their arms, looking a little excited, "Yu Fengyan, I'll change a song, can you listen to it for me?"

With the towel still covering his head, Yu Fengyan wiped his hair and looked up at him, smiling, "Of course."

In the past few days, the other party has changed a song he is satisfied with, and he will always let him listen to it first, maybe because he thinks he is a good listener, or because he wants to share the results.

Ye Liangxi's question was obviously meant to be polite to him, and when he was talking, he quickly walked up to him and sat down beside him, and even moved around to find a comfortable position, without feeling uncomfortable in someone else's bed at all.

Yu Fengyan has long been used to his casualness, and he didn't mind at all. He took off the towel and hung it around his neck, and looked sideways at the young man who was looking for a place on the guitar.

The distant music became closer, and he could hear every note clearly. The other party nodded slightly, his eyes blinked occasionally, and the trembling eyelashes were like butterfly wings.

His arm occasionally hit his arm when he was plucking the strings, and he couldn't feel the temperature through several layers of fabric. He glanced down and moved his hand on his leg to the bed, getting closer to the pull.

His eyes were fixed on the side face of the person, and he was a little distracted, and the voice in his ear became a little vague. His thoughts were occupied by something, and he couldn't explain clearly, and he was a little in a trance.

"How is it? Is it alright?"

The sudden questioning voice brought him back to his senses, and his eyes focused on the expectant eyes, and he subconsciously uttered a puzzled syllable, "Huh?"

The face of the person in front of him changed, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He immediately remembered the purpose of the other person's coming, but he was in a daze and didn't hear a word clearly. He sat up straight and opened his mouth to explain, "I..."

Ye Liangxi leaned the guitar against the bed, got up and put the towel hanging around the man's neck over his head, and wiped it vigorously for him, "I don't even dry my hair on this day, and you say that I don't care about my body all day, who is it? Don't be careful if you are strong and strong..."

As if he finally caught one of his faults, the young man was talking about him, and he brushed his hair with his hand in a slightly ungentle way, and the hair hit his eyes from time to time.

Feeling uncomfortable, Yu Fengyan squinted his eyes, but raised the corners of his lips, allowing him to do anything wrong on his head, obediently resting his hands on the edge of the bed without rejecting or refuting.

The young man stood directly in front of him, shaking slightly when he moved, his eyes were on the waist and abdomen through the clothes, and the white skin mixed with red seemed to be flashing in front of his eyes again, his fingers moved slightly, and then he pressed down, his eyes fell Look no further.

Rubbing it like revenge, helping someone to wipe the dripping hair half dry, Ye Liangxi stopped in satisfaction, took away the towel and saw the man's messy hair, and felt a little guilty, so he used his fingers to help him straighten it out.

Yu Fengyan let him play, was rubbed by him for a while, raised his head to look at the other person's face, and asked, "What gift do you want for your birthday?"

Ye Liangxi, who was twirling his hair, paused with her fingers, and met his gaze with downcast eyes, "Why, do you want to give me a gift?"

Impossibly raising his eyebrows, Yu Fengyan lowered his eyes to avoid the hair that almost pricked him, and said with a smile: "After all, I want to please the boss."

Ye Liangxi pursed his lips, put his hands back and sat back on the bed, with both hands propped behind his back, his posture was very leisurely, "I receive piles of presents every year, and I don't lack anything, you can save the money and spend it yourself."

He only collects one or two gifts from fans, but there are still a lot of people around him and colleagues, so many that he doesn't bother to open them.

This man has not been out of the army for long, and this is his first job, so he should keep the money for himself, and he will buy a house and marry a wife in the future.

Thinking of this, he paused, turned his head to look at the other person, and didn't know what kind of girl this person likes... I thought he was not interested in the kind of cute girls who struck up a conversation at the playground before, and he didn't see Cheng Cheng looking at Cheng Cheng more when he was mature, Qi Lulu That sexy one doesn't seem to catch a cold, maybe it's gentle?

After all, his hobbies are so old, you must have a calm personality to get along with him, preferably a woman who is also somewhat talented and bookish.

If he has a girlfriend, he should treat her very well. After all, he is in charge of his own half of the boss. Although he sometimes finds it annoying, he has to admit that he takes care of her very carefully. He has not had stomach pain for a long time. pass.

I would probably be more considerate towards my girlfriend, prepare hot water every day, cover her with a blanket, put on a coat when she gets cold, cook for her, warm a glass of milk before going to bed... and so on.

With his fingers curled up, he glanced down at the neat sheets, and at night he would hug her to sleep on the bed, and cover her with a quilt considerately.

Why do you feel a little bit uncomfortable when you think of these things?

Ye Liangxi twitched the corners of his mouth and frowned, probably because he couldn't concentrate on taking care of his boss, just like Wang Yong, who only thought about getting off work every day, and only cared about his wife and children.

Hmph, he snorted coldly in his heart, let go of his hand, and lay down on the bed, surrounded by a cold woody smell, which seemed to be the smell of a man.

Yu Fengyan was a little surprised by his sudden action, turned his head to look at the person lying on his bed, pursed his lips, and said, "Are you tired?"

"Yeah." Ye Liangxi was not in a high mood, so he responded muffledly, and raised his hand to cover his eyes, covering the glare of the light on the main roof.

Yu Fengyan supported the bed with one hand and lowered his body to get closer to him, "Then take a bath in the room and rest early."

Ye Liangxi put down his hands and stared at him, gritted his teeth, what's wrong with lying on his bed, and now he's not married, so stingy, he turned his back to the man, "I won't go back."

Yu Fengyan was a little surprised by his sudden cheating. He wanted to say something more, but his eyes swept over his waist. Because he turned over, the hem of the sweater was lifted up a little, revealing a section of white skin. He opened his eyes sideways and reached out to pull him up. .

It was a little itchy when her fingertips rubbed against her waist, Ye Liangxi shuddered, clutched her waist and sat up abruptly, her face was a little hot, "What are you doing?!"

Yu Fengyan who was being questioned was very innocent, and he also felt a little guilty. He pointed to the place covered by someone, "The clothes are rolled up, help you pull them."

He just tidied up his clothes, but his reaction seemed too big, Ye Liangxi felt a little embarrassed, stood up and left a sentence "I'm going back to sleep", and ran out of the room in a hurry.

Yu Feng said that "your guitar" was still stuck in his throat, and the door had been closed with a "bang". He was a little helpless, and took the piano leaning against the edge of the bed and temporarily placed it by the wall.

His fingers plucked the strings lightly, as if stroking the place where the opponent's fingers rested, he smiled slightly, and walked away to prepare for sleep.

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The next day, they still got up early to catch up with the schedule. The subtle discomfort last night had been forgotten by the two of them, and breakfast was no different from usual.

"Remember to wear a coat to cool down today."

Ye Liangxi put on his shoes and stood up. The man was already waiting for him with a thick coat in his hand. He thought to himself that the other party was busy, but he still took it and put it on honestly.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the building, he began to appreciate the other party's foresight. It was too cold today. Are you sure it's early autumn and not winter? The wind blew over and pierced his face sorely.

Feeling that he seemed to be in a daze from the bitter autumn wind, Yu Fengyan raised his hand to support his shoulder, and led the people into the car waiting at the door.

"Brother Feng, Brother Xi, good morning." Jiang Jiang from the front seat poked his head out and waved to them. The girl was afraid of the cold and was already wearing a thin down jacket.

"Why is it so cold today? Has winter come early?" Ye Liangxi shivered in his seat, which was a normal reaction to the alternation of hot and cold just after getting in the car. He raised his hand and rubbed his cool face.

Jiang Jiang smiled when he heard the words, "No, it's just a sudden drop in temperature for the past two days, and it will get warmer later. I checked, and the weather was very good during Brother Xi's birthday party."

Ye Liangxi was a little relieved, the costumes for the performance were already being prepared, and the materials were very thin to look good, if the temperature was like today, the hands would be numb, and the fans who came all the way would have to work hard.

"How are you preparing for the song?" The car started, Jiang Jiang stopped squirming, sat upright, looked at the rearview mirror and asked the people behind, "Is there time?"

"It should be ok, there are still two songs left, I can get out in these two days, and then I will just practice." The temperature in the car was high, and the coldness quickly dissipated. Ye Liangxi loosened the coat that was tightly wrapped just now.

Before the reformation, it has been sent to the recording studio to change the music one after another. Everyone is professional. After a few times, it should be almost the same. It is not a concert, and there are not many songs in the first place.

He hardly moved the three songs Yu Fengyan chose, only some changes in details. Fans don't listen to these songs much, and there is no aesthetic fatigue.

Counting the time, and adding that there are only five days left today, some fans on WB will ask some process questions out of curiosity every day, and of course they will not tell them in order to keep it secret.

See for yourself when the time comes, he turned his head to look out the window and smiled, his eyes caught a glimpse of the silhouette of the man reflected on the glass, the other seemed to be looking at him, their eyes collided, he subconsciously sideways glanced away, raised his hand Touched his nose.