Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"I'm asking why you think that man can be the first male."

He even broke the words into half sentences and told me, but even if he broke them into radicals for me, this would not be an easy question to answer.

The truth is: I like you, that man with a small nose looks a bit like you, so I can barely accept him as my "boyfriend".

Can I be honest?cannot.

If I break the taboo of friends with benefits, he may kick me away, and the male lead I finally selected will be in vain. I can't afford this responsibility, and I can't afford to hurt my heart.

So I was quick to think, "I like this type, don't you think you are very similar? If you have to say it, both of you are similar to my ideal type."

In order not to sound like I liked him, I added, "Otherwise... how would I agree to maintain that relationship with you, right?"

I think my answer is perfect, neither revealing that I like him, nor stifling the possibility of me liking him, is simply a logical genius.

But he seemed dissatisfied, he pressed my shoulders and pinned me to the bed.

He frowned and said, "Then me or him, who do you like more?"

Ok?

He immediately added, "...to maintain a relationship with you."

Well, that's right, according to his panting, he almost thought I was exposed.

I said calmly, "You, of course it's you."

But he was flustered inside, "His nose is too small. My grandfather said that men with small noses are not good at it."

Oops, if I accidentally uttered my true thoughts, would He Shi think that I was a pervert, making him have a straight nose, a big bottom, and a long time?

But I do figure.

Fortunately, he didn't show much teasing expression, but seemed to be thinking seriously, "What else? What other conditions are there? The person you like."

I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, "No, no more."

He was silent for a while, and suddenly let go of all the strength in his body, which perfectly interpreted the dejection, but my chest was tight and short of breath.

Because he sits on me!He unloaded his strength!I want to report to the one in the lobby of Nancheng Hotel!Qiu who was almost sitting on his ass to death!

I was about to beg him to spare my life, but the big Buddha moved down again, lying on my body, touched my hair with his left hand, and asked me: "What about my hair? If I cut my head tomorrow, Do you still want to maintain a relationship with me?"

"Of course." I replied quickly.

I'm worried that he won't be hard on bald people, and he's worried that I won't be hard on short hair. We're born with the same brains, but I really don't mind the length of his hair.

I like his long hair, that's because long hair grows on him, then he has short hair on his head, so I like short hair accordingly.

"I don't believe it." He pressed against my shoulder and shook his head, this time it was Qiong Yao.

"Then... you..." I couldn't think enough, and couldn't think of any ideas.

He straightened up, thumped on the standard bed, and looked into my eyes firmly, "Tomorrow I cut my hair short, we will have sex, you can prove it to me."

Wow, what a refreshing and unpretentious way to prove it.

I deeply suspect that he made such a move in order to make a "justifiable" request for sex.

How much I want to tell him that there is no need, he will do whatever he asks.

But I hesitated for a while, "As you please." Then I pretended to be sleepy and impatient, and shrank back under the blanket with my head tilted.

Early the next morning, uh... To be precise, it was the afternoon of the second day when we woke up from the sleepiness in the early morning.

The only task left to He Shi and me today was to cut our hair, so we didn't worry too much. We ate a bowl of noodles at a bun shop nearby and asked where the hair was cut well.

The director said that the barber shop in Zhuangli would do, but I figured, with my grandfather's way of teasing cats and dogs, even if he had a haircut in Zhuangli, it would be the best place to get it done.Even my grandfather's hairstyle in the photo is not out of harmony now.

And He Shi's long hair is cut short, I feel bad if I don't find a good place for him.

In the end, the two of us sat together in a small shop less than [-] square meters. The decoration in the shop was old, but clean. The boss was wearing an old-fashioned white shirt, and he was decent.

I showed the photo to the boss and asked him to cut it for He Shi first, so I stared at it.

The boss narrowed his eyes and looked at it, and suddenly said, "Hey, isn't this old Mengtou?"

"Do you know him?" I didn't expect my grandfather's network to be quite extensive, and they all extended to Luopozhuang, more than 30 kilometers away.

"Well, it's famous, he and this Jin in the photo—"

"Eh!"

The boss didn't say his full name, but was abruptly interrupted by his wife. The old lady smiled at me apologetically, "It's an old story, so I won't spread it outside."

"Yes, yes, no more, just cut your hair." The boss also smiled.

Then he returned the photo to me without mentioning anything, as if he had committed some serious taboo.

I wanted to ask, but then I remembered the director's instructions, he didn't even give me the script, how could I find someone here to secretly spoil the story, don't worry about cutting your hair, I'll know when the filming is over.

After about three hours, our heads were finally cut.

He Shi has a small face and big facial features. He looks good with any hairstyle, and I am not bad. After all, someone who has been an idol must have good looks.

The two of us asked the boss to help us take a photo, the pose was exactly the same as my father and the others back then, and we sent it to the director on WeChat.

The director may be too busy, so he only gave me a thumbs up.

The two of us walked out refreshed, carrying the pigtail that He Shi had cut off and tied up by the boss when we left.

But as I was walking, I always felt that there was something that I forgot. Since He Shi said that I have a bad memory, I have paid special attention to this matter, so I have been thinking about it the whole way home.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and Xiao Yang was still catching up on sleep. I opened the door lightly and entered the West Room. As soon as the door handle was locked, I was pushed against the door panel.

Ah, I remembered, I have to prove myself, to prove that I can be tough even with short hair, the method is to contribute my old waist that has not yet healed

I licked my suddenly dry lips, "It's not dark yet."

"It wasn't nighttime last time either." His hand was on my waist, as long as I nodded, the next second either my pants fell to the ground or my top flew into the air.

"If Brother Meng likes it, let's do it at night." He tilted his head, his thumb got into my clothes, and passed over my waist.

Perhaps, he just moved his stiff fingers, but he always forgot the thick calluses on his fingertips. His calluses were not thickened cuticles, but flints that ignited upon collision.

Darkness is not a prerequisite for sex, I nodded, "Don't wait until it's dark, I have to read the script tomorrow."

I leaned against the door panel, lowered my head, and held the hem of my clothes behind my left hand, wondering what attitude I should use this time to deal with the coming thunderstorm.

Last time, I thought I was very smart, in order not to let myself slip out of my mind, I tried to stay sober during the process, so I was mistaken by my cleverness, and I felt every pleasure very clearly, so that I quickly Unable to bear it, passed out.

This time, change the tactic and lie down completely to see the effect!

Come, thunder and rain!

Um?Why didn't he respond?

I slowly raised my head, and he also lowered his head, pinching my side and hurting a little, I asked him what's wrong, he raised his face and looked at me, his eyes were red.

There was even a slight choke in his voice, "Brother Meng, sure enough, long hair is what you want from the person you like."

"No? What's the matter, this... Brother Meng said something wrong?"

Why did he say that? Here, since we entered the door just now, have we said a word about hair?Not a single punctuation mark.

I'm afraid that he will cry like this, especially like now, it can't be seen whether he is pretending or not.

At a loss, I cupped his face in a panic, and suddenly had the urge to kiss his eyes, but unfortunately, with our current relationship, I was not given the right to kiss.

If one day I catch him, I must kiss his eyes first.

Thinking of this, I touched his eyes with my thumb, "What's the matter? This is, our He Shi looks good even if he is shaved bald, and even a little Peppa Pig carved on the back of his head looks good, really!"

He pursed his lips, and got all his hands into my shirt, "Then why don't you let me stay at night, according to the time last time, it's obviously going to be at night, I cut my hair short, you won't obey me anymore."

Me: "...." You are a fucking logic genius.

At this time, if I want to explain the reason to him, will he listen?Forget it, 80.00% will think that I am making excuses, and then I will be uneasy for the next few days, asking me repeatedly if I don’t like his short hair, what should I do if I delay filming.

So I didn't say anything, and put my right hand on his place, "Then at night, if you can stay up all night, I won't take care of you all night, okay?"

I just coaxed him, no matter how good a man is, he should be tired from now to night, but when I saw the strange light in his eyes, I remembered that he is Qianyuan who has a racial advantage, and, The confidence period has not completely faded.

Ruined.

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Xiao He's hair will be taken back after filming

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