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When he woke up, Shen Nanxing was hugged by Lu Shengkuo. It was already dark, so he remembered to close the window and order something to eat.

Looking at the phone, it's two o'clock in the morning.

This sleep... a bit too long...

Lu Shengkuo woke up almost at the same time. There was fear in the chaotic eyes. When he saw Shen Nanxing's eyes, he took a deep breath and hugged him a little tighter.

"Having a nightmare?" Shen Nanxing looked at him with his eyes downcast, "Would you like to sleep again? I'll order a meal, and it's the first time to order takeaway at midnight."

Lu Shengkuo pressed his cheek against the fabric of his clothes, quietly waiting for him to finish ordering, and then stretched out his hand and bent his elbow to catch him.

"Why are you so clingy?" Shen Nanxing couldn't help laughing.

The clingy person is like a piece of glutinous rice cake. Fortunately, the sofa is not big enough, otherwise he would have to roll around. In the end, he just strolled around. Lu Shengkuo, like a baby, took a sip of the fragrance from the neck of the person in his arms.

"I dreamed," Shen Nanxing heard him say, "I dreamed that I went back to the year before last, when I was still Ji Fanyunxing."

There was a light slapping sound in the room, and Shen Nanxing didn't know what to say, just like patting a child: "It's all over, now you are in Beiou, you are at home."

The lights in the house are not on, only the street lights outside shine in, and the tide is quiet.

Shen Nanxing was very close to him, and he could see his dark eyes. After a while, Lu Shengkuo was in the darkness, and he put his hand through his bangs on his forehead into his hair, and asked, "Brother Shen, can you tell me what is in your study?" ?”

In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, he had a dense possessive desire in his heart, and he didn't want to have anything he didn't understand.

Feeling a little swollen in his heart, he couldn't help but pinch the corner of Shen Nanxing's clothes bit by bit, wrinkled it and burned it, and his eyes were also a little hot.

However, Shen Nanxing's back felt cold, and the palm of the person who touched him was very hot, and he lost his mind for a moment.

He heard the person holding him continue to ask, "Can't you tell me?"

Shen Nanxing: "..."

Tonight, Lu Shengkuo looked very fragile and full of thirst for knowledge, but he was very good at reading his face, and the topic changed: "Yes, can't you tell me, or can't you tell me now?"

The dim light made it difficult to see Shen Nanxing's expression clearly, he moved his mouth, and looked at the study room again: "I can't now."

"Okay." The corners of Lu Shengkuo's mouth twitched, and there was hope in his pupils, making him seem submissive and gentle, "I'll wait for you to tell me."

He was confused yet sober, if Shen Nanxing could accompany him step by step, then he could also wait for the day when Shen Nanxing would be honest.

Lips and tongues were tossing and turning in the dark, the hearts of the two were pressed together, crushing the skin and vibrating, but they were very simple, they exchanged as much as possible, counting the bones of each other, wishing to turn into a sleep knocked down on the ground, fusion, and wishing to Under the sun, it boils and evaporates into intertwined gas.

When Lu Shengkuo returned to the set, he was in much better condition. At least he could be "forced" to smile a few times by Shen Nanxing pinching his chin before boarding the plane, and then he made up his mind to walk a few steps in and then turned around and hugged him.

From that day on, I couldn't change my sticky sex.

Shen Nanxing didn't follow to the crew. Firstly, he was promoted in the design competition and released a new theme; secondly, Jin Qi and the others really couldn't meet anyone.

After all, there is no system team, Shen Nanxing still has to sit down.

It can be considered a small company if you want to stay on the sidelines, and you have to hire a few people to do logistics and so on.

When Jin Qi opened the door in the morning and saw the boss's car outside, he was surprised. When he saw him enter the door, he asked, "What's the matter, boss? Is there a conflict again?"

Shen Nanxing: "What contradiction?"

Jin Qi looked outside, but he didn't see the person he wanted to see: "You should be on the set at this time? If you have conflicts, you will go back to our mother's house."

Shen Nanxing: "..."

A total of one is to remember the Chinese New Year?

Wait, what does it mean to go back to this natal family?

Just as he was about to say a few words to Jin Qi, Jin Qi looked around him again: "Where is it full? Are you so angry that you didn't even bring it?"

Shen Nanxing pressed his shoulders, with a gloomy expression on his face: "Otherwise, I'd better change the candidate for the second boss."

Jin Qi: "Oh."

At that time, he came back in a hurry, so Xiaoman stayed on the set to show Xu Ting. He was not worried, let alone the "cat breeder" Song Bian, he was not worried.

It's just that Princess Manman is forced to achieve some social activities after suffering.

Neither the cat nor the people are around. Every time I come home from work, Shen Nanxing still feels that the house is deserted. Usually, Xiao Man has to run around and lie down next to him, meowing twice. Now there is no cat in the drawing. The thread is not the cat's needle and thread.

Suddenly becoming a left-behind father is not quite used to it. Fortunately, there are so many things that he has no time to be sentimental about it.

What's more, there are some other things coming up, which even take up the rest.

Ling Xinglan drove a red supercar to find Shen Nanxing for dinner, which was extremely exaggerated. When she appeared at the door, she looked like a moving blue and white porcelain vase, wearing small round sunglasses for the blind, and even scared Qiao Nana. Jump, uncontrollably "Oh my god!"

If it wasn't for seeing him single-handedly, bringing a few people like this would look like he was here to mess things up.

Ling Xinglan is crazy about things, anything can be an idea for celebration, this time she grabbed Boss Shen and went to Qinfangzhai.

He has been craving the Sichuan cuisine here for a long time, especially the Zijiang rabbit from Qinfangzhai. Last year, he was not satisfied with eating, so he brought back a whole rabbit to fry.

"Be economical," Shen Nanxing sighed when he saw that the waiter was about to slap the words "you two can't eat so much" on his face, "how many stomachs do you have?"

Ling Xinglan poured wine for him: "I can't finish eating, take it away, anyway, I will order it again after I finish eating."

Shen Nanxing looked at the beer in the glass: "Let's just say that there are more than 500 sets of manuscripts ahead, does the organizer know that you are celebrating so much?"

Ling Xinglan wants to bump into him: "Oh, Teacher Shen, I've been apart for too long and I miss you. After all, I haven't seen you for such a short time. You have changed. Come and let me take a closer look. Why did you change your style?" trend?"

The promotion list will have names and photos of works, which is convenient for viewing and learning from each other. They are not stingy about these.

When Shen Nanxing's name and the pile of design drafts appeared at the same time, all the people in the exchange meeting were stunned.

Shen Nanxing's set of works can't be said to have changed much, but at first glance, it is different from before; upon closer inspection, the changes are still a bit big.

There are only two or three colors of fabrics, which are neither obtrusive nor blending, and are matched with each other, with a little decoration that contrasts strongly with the color.

It may be earrings, necklaces, headgear, or just a brooch or cufflinks. The final visual effect is more concise, brighter, and more three-dimensional to reflect the bright spots of the wearer.

"Your design wasn't complicated in the first place," Ling Xinglan tsk tsk, "Now the color block is a little brighter, it's simpler, but that's eye-catching."

What Ling Xinglan did this time was still the national style. His studio has been promoting the national style all year round. It is extravagant and graceful, and it also gives and receives. It is directly in the top ten of the promotion list.

Compared with his people, Shen Nanxing is so fresh.

"The next theme is gold, sand, and the ancient city of Loulan." Ling Xinglan gave him a wink. "It doesn't make sense for you to use your sobriety to be selected."

The style of this competition is actually not down-to-earth. It depends on whose style is outstanding. In the end, there will be a few of each type, but the last style is definitely the most unrepeatable style.

It just depends on who has the strongest imagination.

Now this theme will directly cut off half of the contestants. Besides, these three words can easily limit people's thinking. Shen Nanxing has no good ideas until now.

Holding the cup and shaking his fingers: "Do you hate me, you don't talk about study during the holidays, and you don't talk about work after work."

It made Xing Lan choke: "Is this work?"

Shen Nanxing raised his eyebrows, and he said "ah": "Okay, let's talk about you and Lu Daxingxing, he has been very popular recently."

In view of the fact that the two kept their secrets as if their mouths were welded together, Ling Xinglan could only do it herself, with ample food and clothing, and used 5G speeds to linger in various gossip positions, and read Lu Shengkuo's "Past and Present" all over again. Surprised by the secret of the boss × star, I saw the news that Ji Jiang was in prison.

Immediately afterwards, a certain group sorted out all kinds of things Lu Shengkuo faced with the public, and came up with a gossip flow line for righteously destroying his old club.

With a mouthful of crispy hairy belly, he asked in a low voice: "The matter of the big boss Ji Jiang, can't really be related to Star Lu?"

Shen Nanxing went to dig a pineapple ice to eat, this question directly raised his eyebrows.

"Yo," Ling Xinglan saw that he looked very fierce, pressed his voice and licked his lips, "Secret, secret, I understand, it's not easy to talk about it."

Shen Nanxing: "..."

He threw a piece of crispy meat into this man's bowl: "If you can't find anything good to say, you can eat more."

As a result, just as he was about to withdraw his hand, he was grabbed by the wrist.

The two of them were in the private room, making Xinglan not so good at eating spicy food, his face was flushed red by a few Sichuan dishes, but he also loves food, he looks like a foodie and loves to play.

At this time, his expression was a little dignified, and he put down his chopsticks and touched his chin.

Shen Nanxing felt that this wrist did not belong to him anymore, and that hand was like an iron chain, which was bound by him.

Seeing his appearance, Ling Xinglan couldn't help grinning: "What's wrong, you've been with the celebrity for a long time, and you're always thinking about drama?"

Shen Nanxing withdrew his hands: "If you have something to say, why do you do it?"

Ling Xinglan's expression became solemn again, and she tapped him with her chopsticks: "Mr. Shen, please don't go to the southwest recently, and don't touch coins during the Chinese New Year."

Shen Nanxing: "????"

That's the end of the list of people who are mysterious and loose. The last time it was like this was when I met Shen Nanxing for the first time, and now his scalp is numb.

The ice in his hand scratched his throat a bit: "Is it serious?"

Ling Xinglan nodded: "A little bit."

But the words are very broad: "If you pass this time, Teacher Shen, you have to sublimate."

"It's like the completion of the immortal calamity." Ling Lanxing blinked and raised his chin.

Shen Nanxing curled his lips: "It's so scary."

"Of course it's scary." Ling Xinglan tapped his wrist again, "Do you know what it's called? If the filth is turned around, the quality of your wrist will tell you that it's a disaster!"

Shen Nanxing retracted his hands under the table reflexively, and first "grasped" in his heart. No one knew better than him and Lu Shengkuo that the filth had turned out day and night. Today, the sleeves of the vegetables were not covered.

"And your eyes," Ling Xinglan peeled off the shrimp, "there is a layer of green under the eyes, the evil is very strong!"

Shen Nanxing: "......"

Get out of here.