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In the next half hour, Zhang Weidong turned into a wild beast, smashing the huge living room beyond recognition.

The glass coffee table was broken, the bookshelf fell down, and even the small bar on the side of the living room was not spared. Whether it was the cups or the red wine stored on the shelf, he smashed them to pieces—Zhang Weidong’s destructive power was amazing, and the whole living room was full of mess. , beyond recognition.

Xiao Jun watched him go crazy with cold eyes, folded his arms, leaned against the wooden door, and smoked three cigarettes.

Zhang Weidong was tired from hitting, he put his hand against the rippling blue fish tank, out of breath.He plans to smash this tank of tropical fish later, they are also captive creatures, which are particularly eye-catching!

Xiao Jungu walked over, pressed against his back, unbuttoned his trousers with one hand, and lifted up his shirt with the other: "Today is Friday."

Zhang Weidong's original movements of resisting stopped, because his face, which was flushed with anger, turned pale instantly.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Get over it quickly."

"Go and put the sofa in place, take off your pants, I'm going to fuck/you on it." Xiao Jun said.

Zhang Weidong closed his eyes, and could only do as he asked, with his lower body naked/naked, lying on the maroon sofa in an extremely humiliating posture.

After some lubrication and expansion, Xiao Jun put on the condom, clasped his waist with both hands, and pushed it in slowly.

This sex/event was the same as before, it was Xiao Jungu's unilateral venting. Zhang Weidong closed his eyes tightly, bit his lip, and silently endured the impact behind him like a dead person.After Xiao Jungu ejaculated, he withdrew, gasped for a while without saying a word, then held his own thing and moved it. When he became hard again, he turned Zhang Weidong over and stretched his long legs to the ground. On the shoulder, deeply enter the opponent's body from the front.

Xiao Jungu unbuttoned his shirt while straightening his waist. Zhang Weidong has a strong and strong physique like an athlete, with full chest muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, healthy and bright complexion, and full of elasticity to the touch.Because of the sweat, it made the hand feel more slippery, exuding a unique masculine musk.

Xiao Junso sniffed at his neck, took one side of his nipple/tip and rubbed it lightly, and murmured hoarsely: "Dongzi..."

Zhang Weidong's front body had been pushed out of the edge of the sofa, and he was watching the TV from an upside-down angle. There was no lust/desire in his eyes, only disgust.Xiao Junso has long been used to him like this, enjoying himself, he worked without a break for three or four ten minutes before reaching the climax with satisfaction.

Just as Xiao Jun was indulging in the aftertaste, he was pushed away. Zhang Weidong stood up and ran to the bathroom in a hurry.

Soon, the sound of water and nausea came from the bathroom.

Xiao Jungu walked to the bathroom door with an afterthought cigarette in his mouth: "Dongzi, it's been more than a year, why aren't you used to it?"

Zhang Weidong knelt in front of the toilet, wiped his mouth, straightened his waist, with hatred in his eyes: "You are so disgusting, beast!"

Xiao Jun shrugged his shoulders, not caring about his cursing.

Black Friday - Ever since Zhang Weidong sold himself to Xiao Jungu, this day has meant suffering.

In fact, it was not like this at the beginning, Xiao Jun would appear in front of him from time to time, calling him out with various reasons, just breakfast, lunch and lunch were very good excuses, and he had to make several calls every day to talk nonsense.

This made Zhang Weidong anxious, he couldn't see Xiao Jungu, in his eyes the other party was like a strange monster dripping with mucus, ticking and thread hanging, if he really looked carefully at Xiao Jungu, he would vomit out on the spot.

To make him disgusted to this extent, there is only Xiao Jun in the world who is dead, but this person happens to be his benefactor!

So Zhang Weidong, who couldn't bear it anymore, broke out, and he proposed to meet only once a week.

Of course Xiao Junso refused, even with a hint of frivolous desire: "Dongzi, I wish I could put you in my pocket and carry it with me all the time."

Zhang Weidong turned his face away from him, his shoulders trembled, he tried his best to suppress his emotions, and even his voice trembled: "You are trying to force me to death..."

Xiao Jun was dumb. Although he couldn't see Zhang Weidong's expression, he could feel the other party's disgust and irritability in his voice.

He lowered his eyes slowly, and sighed softly: "One day every week, if you negotiate the price again, it will remain the same."

Zhang Weidong had no choice but to accept it, so every Friday, he had to stay overnight at Xiao Jun's old house, and the suffering was not over until he left the next morning.Because Zhang Weidong deeply loathes Xiao Jungu, he always treats him as a transparent person, and keeps his mouth shut if he can. When the two of them are alone, the atmosphere is gloomy.

Jun Xiao made a simple Western food, and they ate in silence, then sat on the sofa and watched TV. When it was late at night, they turned off the lights and went to bed.Xiao Junso no longer stretched out his arms to hug him out of boredom, so the two of them turned their backs to each other and spent another silent night together in the same bed with different dreams.

When Zhang Weidong stepped out of the gate in the early morning, the first thing he did was to take a deep breath. With Xiao Jungu, he seemed to be strangled.

Too tired, too uncomfortable, if Mr. Xiao refused to agree to only see each other for one day a week, he might really die.

Because of Xiao Jun's aura is too strong, even if Zhang Weidong is sitting next to him without looking sideways, Zhang Weidong may not look at him, but he cannot ignore his existence from the bottom of his heart - and this sense of existence itself is an invisible oppression.

As soon as Zhang Weidong got into the car, he received a call from his capable agent: "Nine o'clock in the morning, studio No. [-], be there on time."

He answered yes and hung up the call.

Zhang Weidong has an agent and an assistant.

The manager is Zhou Li, nicknamed "Iron Lady" who just called, and the assistant is nicknamed Xiao Ba, who is a fool who laughs all day long.These two were assigned to him by Mr. Xiao, Zhou Li was in charge of his work, and Xiao Ba was doing miscellaneous work. To put it bluntly, it was like an ancient emperor who placed two confidants by his side, always on tight Keep an eye on him to prevent mutiny.

So his every move can't escape Xiao Jungu's eyes, fuck it!

He drove the car near the studio, and as soon as he opened the car door, Xiao Ba greeted him with a smile, his eyes narrowed: "Brother An, good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

Zhang Weidong glanced at Xiao Ba coldly, and didn't bother to talk to him.

Zhang Weidong was in a bad mood every Saturday morning, and Xiaoba got used to it, so he trotted a few steps and rushed to him to lead the way to the dressing room.

While putting on makeup, Zhang Weidong held the script and read through the scenes and dialogues to be filmed today. He has a good memory, so he usually crams improvisedly.Because apart from music, Zhang Weidong doesn’t care about anything—especially this kind of urban love and marriage drama.

Lying on the same bed with Xiao Jungu, he couldn't fall asleep at all, his spirit was listless, and he was out of shape.

So when it was his turn to shoot, he sat in front of the camera, his eyes wandering, as if he had lost his soul, and only one scene was ng six or seven times.

The director is a man in his forties, and he was not satisfied with Zhang Weidong's work attitude at first, but the role he played was not very important, so he just got by and didn't ask for his acting skills.But today he really couldn't watch it anymore, because he wrote the script, and he had great expectations for this TV series, and he wanted to make it well, but he met such an unprofessional actor.

The filming was suspended, and the director called Zhang Weidong to have a secret talk in the costume room, which was considered to save him some face.

But Zhang Weidong didn't buy it, and said impatiently: "Don't talk to me, I really can't cheer up today, if you are not satisfied, just move my role back and shoot someone else's first."

The director's face darkened: "Zhang Weidong, move as you say? Who is the director? This drama will be finished next month. You not only slow down the progress, but also affect the entire crew. Do you want to be more responsible?"

Zhang Weidong spread his hands: "That's what I'm doing, you can figure it out."

"What's your attitude?" The director asked with staring eyes, if it wasn't because of Zhang Weidong's background, he would have changed people a long time ago!

Zhang Weidong pulled up a chair and sat down, raised his legs, showing what you can do to me.

The director was so angry that he began to speak nonsense: "You have been in the industry for less than two years, look at your virtue, do you really think of yourself as a big shot? It's like two to five to eighty thousand, except for having a backer , are you a bit better than others? Even the tricksters are better at acting than you!"

Zhang Weidong sneered: "I just don't care about acting in your bad TV series, what's the matter?"

"Ouch!" The director laughed back angrily, pointed at his nose and taunted: "I don't care why you are here, go back and blow pillows with your benefactor, say you want to make a Hollywood blockbuster, say you want to win an Oscar winner Hurry up, it will be too late when you fall out of favor."

Zhang Weidong closed his eyes and raised his hand to rub the center of his brows. Just when the director thought he had nothing to say, he was suddenly punched on the bridge of the nose.

The director screamed, covered his nose and squatted on the ground, nosebleed seeped through his fingers and dripped down.Zhang Weidong really had nothing to say, so he simply didn't say anything, kicked the director with his feet, one kick after another!

After all, the director is a man of culture and has no ability to fight back. He rolled all over the ground after being kicked by him, screaming again and again, alarming the people outside.

The assistant director rushed in together with several scene managers, and the four of them were in a hurry, and it took a lot of effort to pull Zhang Weidong away.

Zhang Weidong has a fiery temper. Although he beat the director until his face was bruised and his nose was swollen, he still couldn't calm down. He struggled and rushed to beat him: "Let me go! Let your mouth be full of dung, you bastard! I'm sorry if I don't knock out my teeth today." Damn that stinky mouth of yours!"

The director was frightened by his mad cow-like violent appearance, got up, and staggered out of the costume room.