he's just my boyfriend

Tao Fang thanked Fang Qi with a sad face all the way.

Until the two returned to the room, Tao Fang said: "My name is Tao Fang, and I have to sleep together anyway, let's know each other's names."

"Fang Qi."

"The name sounds nice." Tao Fang sat cross-legged on the bed and watched the man take off his suit jacket, "It's all up to my senior, he is reliable except when he goes out to discuss business and accept orders, and he is not reliable at any other time. It's in, it's more exaggerated than me."

Fang Qi put the coat on the hanger meticulously and hung it up, and asked him with his back turned: "Are you starting a business together?"

Tao Fang rubbed his chin, since he was a stranger anyway, it would be okay to say a few more words: "It's just a studio, the senior built it himself, and there are only five people in total if you add me and him."

"Very good." Fang Qi didn't ask any further questions, but simply answered.

Tao Mian finds that men don't talk much about the truth—but he likes it.

Fang Qi is a fastidious person at first sight.

Seeing that he was going to take a bath, Tao Fang asked him before he entered the bathroom: "I slept on this bed, does Mr. Fang mind?"

"No." Fang Qi looked at him with those eyes that hid the universe, his Adam's apple sliding up and down was particularly sexy.

But no matter how sexy she is, Tao Fang feels that she should sleep too.

He is afraid of death.

"Well, Mr. Fang can actually think about that bathrobe. It's better than sleeping naked. I have to get up early for class tomorrow. My life is the most important thing. I'll go to bed first. Good night, Mr. Fang." After pouring the beans, Tao Fang rolled to the bed I closed my eyes and fell asleep on the inside of the big bed.

Fang Qi was left to look at the little pink hanging next to his suit.

To be honest, this county-level city opened his eyes quite a bit, and this was the first time he saw disposable bathrobes divided into men and women.

Early the next morning, Tao Fang's cell phone alarm clock rang.

But Tao Fang didn't wake up, it was Fang Qi who woke up.

Fang Qi took out his mobile phone from under the pillow - seven o'clock, and the words "meet you again when the flowers fall" on the lock screen picture made him take another look.

It's unbelievable that the first class of domestic college students is so early now?

He helped Tao Fang turn off the alarm clock, and when he turned to look at him, he found that his whole head was buried in the quilt, and he was a little shrimp with his back turned to him.

The little boy really didn't make any movement when he was sleeping, very quiet.

"Tao Mian? Tao Mian?" Fang Qi called his name for a while, but there was no response.

He had no choice but to start, clapping and shouting, "Tao Fang? Get up, Tao Fang."

result……

"roll!"

Impatiently, Tao Fang dropped the word and burrowed deep into the quilt, refusing to show his face at all.

Fang Qi understood, this person has a small face and a small frame, and he is really angry when he wakes up.

Tao Fang finally made it to the classroom and ordered the name of early self-study, but he couldn't laugh or cry when he thought of his situation when he got up.

He occupied someone's room, disturbed his dream early in the morning, and in turn bothered him to wake him up. He didn't dare to think how many nasty words he had scolded him before he was successfully awakened...

Tao Fang felt aggrieved, he was just a little bit angry when he got up, and couldn't control his mouth a little bit.

Fang Qi didn't have any special ideas, he just regarded it as a part of returning to the country to experience life in the countryside, and the little boy was in good shape, with red lips and white teeth, thin skin and tender flesh, and thin and white legs.

Sure enough, no matter who it is, it is always more tolerant of the appearance and type that suits its own taste.

The morning self-study had caught up, but Tao Fang almost slept through the whole morning self-study without any suspense.

While he was busy brushing his teeth, washing his face and getting dressed, Fang Qi was still leaning on the bed and asked him, "What time do you have your first class?"

Talking about Tao Fang hated it, biting his toothbrush and waving his hands: "No, I went back to study by myself in the morning."

"Do you still have morning self-study in your university?" Fang Qi was a little surprised.

These words made Tao Fang glance at him sensitively: "At first glance, you are a child of a rich family who does not eat the sufferings of the world. You must have studied in a university abroad. We basically have them in China. We should be thankful that our school does not have morning jogs."

Fang Qi didn't ask any more questions, just leaned on the bed and watched Tao Fang wash up.

"Sophomores are only exempted from evening self-study, and juniors are all exempted. I can't even ask my roommates to help me. They all have public holidays and don't have to go. Like my friends from other schools, they just ran away. We are very strict and feel that we are going to school. It’s a fake art school.” Tao Fang didn’t forget to check his household registration, “Where’s Mr. Fang? I think you’re not much different in age from me.”

Fang Qi still had the little pink dress hanging loosely on his body: "I just came back from graduate school."

Tao Fang simply wiped his face with water: "What kind of major do you study? My parents only want me to take the postgraduate entrance examination."

"In terms of management." Fang Qi said.

"Hahaha, it seems that there is a family business waiting to be inherited." Tao Fang just guessed casually, "I don't plan to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and I don't like studying. University is my limit, and I can't read more. went in."

Before leaving, Tao Fang played a little hooligan with the mentality of not whoring for white or whoring.

The outdoor shooting equipment is basically placed in Zuo Linjun's place, and all his belongings in this room are brought along with his clothes and mobile phone, and there is only one more bracelet.

He hooked his body over Fang Qi to reach the bracelet that he put under the pillow, and Fang Qi realized that the boy in front of him was still wearing a bead string, which looked very valuable.

The small-diameter black spar is interspersed with a few exquisite hollow beads from time to time, and the jewels that should have been set off by the golden light flow seem to be sucked in by those black stones, and the excessive gorgeousness is polished away. , the two complement each other.

When Tao Fang got the things and got up, he took a serious look into Fang Qi's wide-open bathrobe, and joked: "That means I don't know how to whistle, otherwise I will blow my lips out of Mr. Fang's figure."

Fang Qi's pupils darkened, and until Tao Fang left, there was still a faint smell of him on the tip of his nose.

In fact, Fang Qi smelled it as soon as he got into bed after taking a shower last night. He couldn't tell whether it was Tao Fang's perfume or his own deodorant.

As soon as Ding Yongkui and Song Muqing entered the classroom, they saw the teacher turn on the educational administration system and prepare for the roll call.

When the two sat next to Tao Fang, one on the left and one on the right, Tao Fang was sitting on the table.

Ding Yongkui asked him, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Eat it, it was given by the senior." Tao Fang was so sluggish.

Fortunately, Ding Yongkui only rubbed his thighs: "Fortunately, I didn't escape this class, so I thought she had to call the roll."

Song Muqing just sat there quietly and listened to the two roommates chatting.

Tao Fang: "Did Auntie check the bed yesterday? Zuo Linjun is so aggressive and didn't let me catch up with the gate control."

"Ah, ah, it's here!" Ding Yongkui also took the time to answer, "I'm not afraid to check, your brother Kui is an acting thief 6."

"Stupid..." Tao Fang didn't even bother to roll his eyes, "Here."

Song Muqing: "Here."

There are only a few boys in the class, and the names are all ranked ahead of the girls, so they all pass in a short time.

In the middle of the class, Ding Yongkui suddenly picked up Tao Fang's collar and sniffed at his neck: "Where did you go surfing yesterday? Why did you wear perfume?"

Tao Fang slapped his backhand: "I sprayed it before you got up yesterday morning, and Zuo Linjun asked me to spray it."

Ding Yongkui felt strange: "I remember your perfume doesn't smell like this, why does it smell so pornographic now?"

Tao Mian: "Your dog nose is good."

Song Muqing: "Actually, I also feel a little pornographic."

Tao Mian: "..."

After finally lying on the table and sleeping on the three episodes of Chinese and foreign film history, Tao Fang wanted to fall on the bed as soon as he returned to the dormitory.

It was still the most comfortable to sleep on the bed, and I almost fell asleep on the table without breaking my arm.

As a result, Zuo Linjun stopped him with a phone call before he lay down.

Not to mention him, Tao Fang thought he could bear it, but now that he came to him by himself, Tao Fang exploded in an instant, and he fucked his mother first in the first sentence.

"Hey little Tao, why did you talk to your benefactor?"

"You didn't know what happened to the room card you gave me!" Tao Fang wanted to hit someone.

Zuo Linjun is still finishing the work that was not finished filming yesterday.

"Oops, I forgot, but don't..."

"Don't worry! Last night I sent you so many messages and made so many phone calls. Didn't you see it?" Talking about this, Tao Fang became angry.

Out of the five people who went out to shoot yesterday, two went back to edit the film first, and he stayed with the two seniors to continue.

Although both of them are wide and fat, I can tell them if I can squeeze them into a big bed room, but it is very annoying if I don't answer the phone or reply to the message.

Tao Fang stood at the front desk yesterday and didn't respond to how he buckled the two. The handsome guy was still watching from the sidelines. He wished he could just drill a hole and get in for the night.

This Zuo Linjun felt his flesh hurt when he saw the smiling lighting engineers not far away. After greeting them hastily, he turned his back and left the shooting scene, ready to comfort his little Tao.

"Xiao Tao, you also know that we were really tired yesterday. Your handsome brother was still snoring while sleeping. We ran over here to continue filming early this morning. I will call you as soon as I am free to ask about yesterday's work. Did something happen."

Tao Fang felt that his brain was hurting: "Yes, it's okay."

"I asked the front desk. I didn't know that you were so unlucky. I happened to live in your room. But it's fate to meet you. You have to..."

Your mother, you asked so much nonsense after asking, it's not my luck to blame me.

"Speaking of business, what do you want me for?" Tao Fang had worked with this man for a month last semester, and he was well aware of his urinating nature.

"Otherwise, how can we say that our little Tao is smart? We have a new order recently. Because you have a class this morning, I didn't let you take part in today's filming. But I really can't leave this afternoon. Help me to meet Meet that client."

"..."

Tao Mian: The tone of the speech is so serious, why the content of the speech is always so short.

"The person in charge is a young man, surnamed Liu, let us make a promotional video for the hotel, they are newly opened, you go and discuss with him the requirements for their promotional video, and take a look at the copywriting and think about the script."

"..."

Tao Mian: Anyway, I will write the copywriting and storyboard scripts.

"At three o'clock this afternoon, be more mature. Don't forget that we are from a TV station. I'll send you the address of the meeting later on WeChat."

"..."

Tao Mian: Can you kill yourself if you don't install a TV station?

"It's less than twelve o'clock now, you can still take a comfortable bath, eat a meal, and put on makeup. Fangshi Hotel knows it, big order, you must pay attention to your violence at that time." Temper, just scold me, don't..."

Before Zuo Linjun could finish speaking, Tao Fang cut off the phone for him.

Lying on the bed and staring at the bottom of his upper bunk for a long time, he finally resigned to his fate and got up from the bed to take a shower.

Zuo Linjun is such a fucking thing, he just wants to see how much salary he plans to pay himself for this month's NO.19.

Ding Yongkui knew why he was going out as soon as he saw the yellow decal on the mirror.

He took out his mobile phone and moved to Tao Fang's side, he said in a doggy manner, "Brother Fang, are you ready to go out to pick up customers again?"

"Please take a better picture, thank you." Tao Fang was applying foundation in front of the mirror.

Ding Yongkui held up his mobile phone and took pictures of his side face: "I don't worry about my technical skills. Besides, I just shoot with a fork. Our brother Wang is also good-looking."

Tao Fang didn't bother to pay attention to him, and after applying the liquid foundation, he used Vaseline to paste on his lips.

Ding Yongkui pondered while filming: "I think I can make a 'Tao Tao's favorite things collection', from your cosmetics to skin care products, and make a special feature."

"You can just create a personal official account for me, really." Tao Mian really had nothing to say to the group of Yangou in the school.

Ding Yongkui's eyes lit up instantly, what an incredible business opportunity!

"I think this is really possible! What's 'Tao Tao's little bedtime habits', 'Mian Ge's Quotations', 'Little Tao Hong's Weekend Schedule Revealed'..."

Leaving Ding Yongkui to ponder slowly in the dormitory, Tao Fang didn't care much about this matter, as long as the photos he leaked would not become his black history, other opinions were fine.

But what he never expected was...

The person he has been tossing around for a long time...

Just saw his decadent plain face a few hours ago...

Tao Fang opened the private room and was stunned when he saw the people sitting inside. This time, he exited to confirm the address on his mobile phone and the room number.

In the end, he had to show an awkward yet polite smile: "Has Mr. Fang made an appointment? I think it might be that there is a problem with their system this time. I'm sure I'm not going wrong."

The author has something to say: Tao Mian: Come again?How embarrassing.