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After Yan Mingyang finished speaking, he stood up.He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, loosened the cuffs, and took off his suit jacket.

"What, what?" Shock was written all over Shen Zui's face, and he curled up his fingers subconsciously.

Yan Mingyang put his suit on the back of the chair, seeing that Shen Zui overreacted, he was stunned, "Don't be nervous, I won't transform into a werewolf."

"........."

Shen Zui felt that this joke was not funny at all.

Yan Mingyang started to unbutton his shirt one by one, he glanced at the door, motioned to Shen Zui, "Go and lock the door."

"What are you doing?" Shen Zui's tone was filled with deep suspicion, but he had already stood up.He walked to the door and snapped the lock.

Yan Mingyang had already pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers, and the buttons were unbuttoned, revealing his firm wheat-colored abdominal muscles.

Shen Zui turned around, glanced at him deliberately dismissively, "Show me your abs? Who doesn't?"

Yan Mingyang smiled indifferently.If Shen Zui got closer now, he might be able to hear the beating sound of his chest.

Under the shirt, the tattoo on the back is his deepest and untouchable self, and it is also the appearance of the person he loves.

He never showed it to others, and even when he glimpsed it in the mirror, he would subconsciously look away.

Tattoos are scary, but they are not as good as the unbearable past, let alone the heart that even you dare not look directly at.

"Come here." Yan Mingyang said to Shen Zui calmly.

Shen Zui knew that his thoughts were wrong just now, Yan Mingyang took off his upper body clothes.

What is there to take off the upper body?

It's not just for me to touch my abs.

...

Shen Zui stepped forward suspiciously, complaining about the greasy nature of the act in his heart, and secretly glanced at the skin exposed between the left and right hems of the shirt.

"What the hell are you doing?" Shen Zui stopped two steps in front of Yan Mingyang.

Yan Mingyang suppressed his breathing.He was gently pinching the hem of the shirt with both hands, as if he would open it and take it off at any moment.

"Have you ever had a tattoo?" Yan Mingyang asked unintentionally.

"Tattoos?" Shen Zui raised his eyebrows and immediately responded, "Do you have tattoos?"

Yan Mingyang hummed.

Shen Zui pursed his lips and almost rolled his eyes.He lost interest in an instant, and dissatisfaction with the "wrong product" exuded from all over his body, "Tattoos are no big deal, let's put it here to bluff."

"If you think so, then of course it's the best." Yan Mingyang took off his shirt and threw it aside, revealing his superior skeleton and abdominal muscles.

Broad shoulders and narrow back, the thin layer of muscles is like a knife-cut abdominal muscle, which is in line with the aesthetics of lines and light and shadow.

At this moment, the intoxicated instinct overcame the scheming, and he swallowed very appropriately.

"What about tattoos?"

Yan Mingyang, who was half naked, still had his demeanor undiminished.He stood upright with a graceful figure, his eyes were careless, his left hand was casually inserted in the pocket of his trousers, he stretched out his thumb, and pointed to his back.

"I warned you, be mentally prepared."

Shen Zui looked at Yan Mingyang with distrust, and walked slowly behind him.

When passing by the side, Shen Zui tilted his head, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Yan Mingyang's back is strong and thin.Looking at it from this angle, the rugged black lines on the slightly hot skin exuding hormones seemed to be infused with surging hot vitality, scrambling to rush towards the face.

The intoxication seemed to forget to breathe for a moment, and it took a long time to recover.

He walked around to the front of Yan Mingyang's back in a daze, and it looked like a galloping beast, grinning fiercely with its teeth bared.

It is like a seal growing on Yan Mingyang's body, and it is integrated with his body; it has a pair of beautiful and sneaky eyes, making Shen Zui dare not look directly at it.

"What is this?" Shen Zui stretched out his hand involuntarily and muttered.

Yan Mingyang felt his back being touched superficially, and he froze on conditioned reflex, and he forcibly relaxed after a while.

"It's an ancient mythical beast." Yan Mingyang didn't want to explain clearly.He blurred the point, "It doesn't have any special meaning."

"It's so beautiful." Shen looked at the tattoo intently, and rarely spoke the truth.

"Why do you want a tattoo? It must be so big that it hurts."

"It's okay." Yan Mingyang turned around and said nonchalantly, "We are more superstitious in business."

Shen Zui looked at Yan Mingyang with a smile that wasn't a smile, "It's because he has done too many bad things, and he is superstitious because he is afraid of retribution."

Yan Mingyang pouted, but did not deny the statement.

"Turn around." Shen Zui pushed Yan Mingyang gently.

Yan Mingyang turned around cooperatively, letting Shen Zui admire his back, "Why, does the back look better than the front?"

"It's hard to say." Shen Zui stretched out a finger, touched Yan Mingyang's body and drew down along the line, his eyes glowed faintly, "After all, I haven't seen it before."

"........."

Yan Mingyang's tattoo was intoxicated for about half an hour.

"You must insist on exercising." Shen drunk handed the shirt to Yan Mingyang, "You can't lose sight of this tattoo for nothing."

"........."

Yan Mingyang couldn't remember how long he hadn't been bare-chested for such a long time.He was still a little unaccustomed to putting on his clothes, like a wild man coming out of the jungle, forced to put on the shackles of civilization in modern society.

"Haven't you shown it to others?" Shen Zui suddenly thought.

"If you don't count the tattoo artist, you are the first." Yan Mingyang put on his suit jacket.

Shen Zui seemed to understand something.His lower lip trembled, and there was a momentary complex touch in his heart.

Yan Mingyang knew that Shen Zui understood what he meant.He fished Shen Zui into his arms and kissed on the side of his cheek, "Are you still eating tonight?"

The intoxicated limb neither responded nor refused.It took him three seconds to overcome the strangeness in his heart, and when he spoke again, his heart seemed to have survived another catastrophe.

"Whatever you want." Shenzui skillfully lay on Yan Mingyang's body, "I'm going to stay at your house tonight."

At the door of the dressing room, Sang Lili and Xiao An looked like two beautiful door gods, they had been standing side by side for an unknown how long.

My legs are sore.

Thankfully, there were no pleasant or unpleasant voices in the room, which kept Intoxicated's reputation from developing in a worse direction.

"Mr. Yan." The door finally opened from the inside, Sang Lili turned sideways quickly, and saw Yan Mingyang walking out holding the intoxicated hand.

An An carefully looked at Shen Zui, only to see Shen Zui obediently following behind Yan Mingyang like a delicate beauty in a vase.

"Teacher Shen?"

"You are free to move around tonight, and the car and driver will follow you." Shen Zui and Yan Mingyang exchanged glances, and told Xiao An, "I won't be staying at the hotel arranged by the organizer."

"What about tomorrow?" Xiao An said, "Tomorrow we have to meet a director."

"Director?" Yan Mingyang realized that there was something he didn't know.He asked Shen Zui, "What director?"

"It's a crew of a drama, and there's a movie project." Shen Zui squeezed Yan Mingyang's hand and shook it lightly, "I'll go get in touch."

Yan Mingyang squinted his eyes and nodded, seemingly not very trusting, "All right. It's okay to contact, don't sign the contract easily."

Shen Zui blinked his eyes as a response.He looked at Xiaoan again, "Come and pick me up tomorrow morning, and the address will be sent to you later."

"Okay." Xiao An was so frightened that she didn't dare to think about what happened in the dressing room in the past hour, so she nodded.

The other stars backstage have all left, and the staff is running low.When Shen Zui went out with Yan Mingyang, not many people saw him.

But the situation didn't get any better. Many people present today heard that there was an unnamed person waiting in Shen Zui's dressing room after the meeting ended, and he couldn't be disturbed by a third person.

On the way to Yan Mingyang's house, Shen Zui leaned on the back of the back seat with drooping eyelids, feeling sleepy.

Seeing this, Yan Mingyang closed the baffle, "You can lean on me and sleep."

"I'm not that sleepy." Shen Zui said and looked out the window, the evening peak in Beijing was particularly spectacular.Except for the buses on the dedicated lanes, other vehicles are equally blocked.

"Are you familiar with Beijing?" Yan Mingyang noticed the intoxicated gaze.

"I have studied here for several years." Shen Zui lay on the window sill, thinking thoughtfully, "And, Liu Heng, Ding Yin, and Director Xia are all from Beijing."

Yan Mingyang didn't speak.He realized that when Shen Zui came to Beijing, he was also studying in this city.

They must have traveled the same road, perhaps eaten at the same restaurant, and possibly even taken the same subway.

Yan Mingyang was always very lonely in those years.Although he has a wide range of contacts on campus, is very popular, and seems to be proud of himself, almost everyone in the school recognizes him.

Intoxication is not.He is lucky to have teachers and friends, and friends who are a step closer than ordinary friends.

To a certain extent, Yan Mingyang is grateful to those who accompany Shen Zui to become Shen Zui from childhood.But there is no doubt that he hopes that person is himself.

However, he didn't.

"Can we share a bed tonight?" Shen Zui turned around and asked Yan Mingyang seriously.

"Yes." No matter how good Shen Zui is at acting, Yan Mingyang will always feel sorry for him from time to time, thinking that he is still that insecure little Tu.

"What time are you leaving tomorrow morning?"

"Nine o'clock." Shen Zui thought for a while, "The appointment with the other side is at ten o'clock in the morning."

"Hmm..." Yan Mingyang looked composed, and took Shenzui's hand.His Adam's apple moved inconspicuously, and he wrote lightly, "Then tonight is still very long."