stand-in model

"What are you doing?" Jiang Liang looked at this situation, and was frightened to wake up from the momentary confusion. The boss with a pair of peach blossom eyes, his pale face was full of shock, and he couldn't say anything for a while. other words.Moreover, he suddenly felt the coldness in his chest, which made him blush from his neck to his cheeks.

Disheveled, dressed like a beast.

The former describes him, and the latter describes Rong Sheng.

Suddenly it was especially appropriate.

"Don't move around." Rong Sheng suppressed the dark emotions surging in his heart just now, and immediately teased Jiang Liang with a smile on his face, pressing one hand on Jiang Liang's lower abdomen, and rubbing the other hand on Jiang Liang's waist, as if Like putting it down.

This time, Rong Sheng didn't have much pressure, but put the pressure on Jiang Liang.He has lived for 26 years, and he has never been stripped of his clothes and pressed here to be touched by others. It may be because this person likes to sign contracts with a pen often, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the pads of his fingers. His waist was itchy, and his heart was also itchy.Simply put, it is unbearable.

"Don't play tricks on me." He raised his hand to push Rong Sheng's chest, but he withdrew his hand abruptly.Why is this man so angry.Seeing that he couldn't push him away, Jiang Liang buried her face in the soft pillow on the bed as if giving up, but the exposed two red ears betrayed the man's shyness.

"Be good, don't move around, I will apply medicine to you, it will hurt a little, but the bruise must be rubbed away." Rong Sheng said his own words, and patted Jiang Liang's arm to show comfort and inform.

Jiang Liang moved slightly, adjusted a comfortable posture, and asked Rong Sheng to apply the medicine in a muffled voice.

Seeing Jiang Liang's obedient movements, Rong Sheng withdrew his messy hand from Jiang Liang's body, raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Liang's black and thin hair, and he applied the cold ointment on the bruise.

When Jiang Liang felt the coldness on his skin, he subconsciously let out a "hiss". He was afraid that Rong Sheng would think it was hurting him, so he quickly explained that the ointment was too cold.

Rong Sheng hummed, and told him to bear with writing. As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Liang noticed that Rong Sheng's hand on his chest became stronger, as if trying to rub out his internal organs.But he gritted his teeth and endured it, without saying a word that he was in pain.

Jiang Liang knew that the congestion should be rubbed quickly to heal faster.

Not long after, Rong Sheng's hand moved from his chest to his side waist.

Because of an accident with the props, the traces left on Jiang Liang's waist have become white and flat, but Rong Sheng's fingertips, which were still covered with ointment, stayed on them for a while, and then moved to the venue.

Because the side of the waist was kicked, the area of ​​the bruise was twice as large as that of the chest, which made Rong Sheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

While rubbing the bruised blood, he said, "Yang Tianyi and I have dinner some other day, you go with me."

"Together?" Jiang Liang fiddled with his head buried in the pillow for a while and then said, "Isn't he trying to settle accounts with me? I'm indeed impulsive today."

"That's right, you're impulsive." Rong Sheng supported Jiang Liang's waist with one hand, and rubbed the blood with the other hand. "You should wait for me, and we will beat him together."

Jiang Liang heard this, but suddenly let out a soft cry after speaking.Rong Sheng pulled up his shirt for him, and hugged him on his lap.

"Tell me, you were beaten so hard, isn't it because we are at a disadvantage?"

Jiang Liang sat sideways on Rong Sheng's lap, his feet were wearing pure white tube socks and landed on the slightly messy big bed, and his hands hooked around Rong Sheng's neck at some point. "Don't mess around, Yang Shang was beaten pretty hard by me. How is he now?"

"It's not dead, it's not heavy, it's lying in bed." Rong Sheng supported Jiang Liang's body with one hand, and with the other free hand, he hooked the shirt that Jiang Liang had opened left and right, and buttoned the buttons one by one. "Let them apologize another day."

"Don't be so serious." Jiang Liang frowned, conscious that he had caused trouble for Rong Sheng, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry and said: "Don't be so nice to me, I'm easy."

"It's easy." Rong Sheng lowered his head, resting his chin on Jiang Liang's black hair, gently rubbing the scent of rose milk.

"Pride and pride." Jiang Liang pouted, like a child blaming an adult, and I don't know if Rong Sheng heard his confession today, probably not, after all, Wu Yu's cell phone rings so loudly.

Jiang Liang swore that this was the first time he wanted to smash Wu Yu's phone.

After all, after waiting eight years to confess, this kind of courage is extremely rare.

"Then let's be proud of being favored." Rong Sheng shook Jiang Liang from side to side, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Just let them see, my people can't be messed with, and people who are on the top of their hearts can't be messed with."

This passage made Jiang Liang blush.

Some time ago, they had quarreled and had an awkward fight, but they suddenly reconciled and got so close, as if they were real couples.

Thinking of this, Jiang Liang lowered his hands from Rong Sheng's neck and folded them together, like a cat pleasing its master, with its front paws on Rong Sheng's forearm, the indescribable sweetness is terribly sweet.

"Why are the eye sockets so red?" Rong Sheng gently pinched Jiang Liang's small chin with a big hand, and kissed gently one after another. "By the way, what did you say to me before you fell into a coma? I didn't hear clearly because of Wu Yu's ringtone."

Jiang Liang stretched out his tongue a little nervously and licked his dry lips, a sentence was wrapped around the tip of his tongue, ready to come out.