Excuse me, I'm a heartthrob [Quick Transmigration]

"Boss, where are you going?"

The sky is pattering.

Pedestrians hurry.

Gray figures intertwined back and forth, and a black Mercedes-Benz was parked beside the road.The windows of the Mercedes-Benz rolled down, revealing an unusually handsome face.The hair is not long, the eyes are very black, and they are very beautiful.

That face, looking through the memory, Lu Yuanzhi did not find a face that overlaps with it.Newcomers in the entertainment industry come and go, and there are so many changes every day, Lu Yuanzhi naturally won't be too impressed with a hurried face.

After getting into Yan Zedao's car, Lu Jianzhi took off the wet coat he was wearing, and turned on the air conditioner in the car to add more moisture to the humid outside.

Yan Zedao was driving, but he was attracted by Lu Yuanzhi's undressing, and couldn't help looking at him: "I have clothes in the car."

Lu Jianzhi's undressing posture is also much more attractive than ordinary people.

Maybe the suit is too black, and the suit is unbuttoned, which makes the skin color on the back of the hand paler, which makes one imagine the snow at night and hit by the street lamp.

White and cold.without temperature.

Fingers undid the buttons, opened the clothes, held the cuffs, and pulled them off.Taking advantage of the trend, his shoulders moved and slid, like invisible snow falling on his body.

Flowing clouds and flowing water are also used to describe.Yan Zedao felt that even if Lu Yuanzhi held a coat-off show, he would never get tired of watching it, and would be very supportive.

Lu Yuanzhi seemed to be nodding his head, but he rejected it in his words, "It's just that the coat is a little wet, and it's not too cold."

It was summer outside, and although it was raining again and again, it was humid and stuffy, but it was still hot.

Yan Zedao adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner in the car, and at the same time he turned on the stereo in the car, and a low and slow prelude to music came from inside.

The sound of wet water is isolated from the glass.

The sound in the car, apart from the faint punk music, is also familiar from Wen Le, who is far away. "Guns N' Roses. Hmm...you like it too?"

Yan Zedao understood Lu Yuanzhi too much.All preferences, all habits.

Knowing that the topic was coming, Yan Zedao played it lightly: "My favorite band, I never get tired of listening to it."

Lu Jianzhi relaxed his sitting posture, listened to "November Rain", and nodded his chin, "It seems that young people in China don't listen to this kind of music, as far as I know."

"Rock, metal, rebellious," Yan Zedao glanced at Lu Dianzhi beside him, and saw him leaning his neck on the seat. The shirt he was wearing today was light blue, which looked different in the gray rainy day The color looks like silver gray.

The exposed neck, to the back of the ears, is clean and light-skinned.Like a dark sandalwood-colored background, a few dark white ancient magnolias bloomed.

The hair is very black, and the temples of the hair fall slightly on the ear pinna.

The skin from the neck to the ears is very thin, and tiny blue blood vessels can be seen.It seems that as long as you open your mouth to bite, and gently close your upper and lower teeth, the sound of skin cracking is guaranteed to be inaudible, and cold blood will be sprayed out.

"Violent, incest, illegal," Yan Zedao turned his head, stared at Lu Zhiyao, saw Lu Zhiyao's sideways glance at him, and continued, "...I like them all."

The wipers rattled silently.

Water-gray liquid was poured out of the car window.

Then add a sentence, as if to mobilize the not-so-lively atmosphere in the car, "The boss said you look like a young man, and you are young yourself, boss."

Lu Yuanzhi: "I still appreciate its melody." From the side, he disagreed with Yan Zedao's point of view.

Yan Zedao raised his eyebrows, "Don't you think its rebellious spirit is more worth learning?"

Lu Jianzhi suddenly twisted his jawbone, half of his body turned sideways, his chin was pinched, his lips were bitten hard, and the tongue that cleanliness lovers hate the most was drawn in.

It was only after a long journey that he realized that the opponent's hand was so strong that he almost took off his chin, half of his body was already turned sideways, and the opponent's eyes saw it for the first time, not as dark as ordinary people, like an abyss, like a spirit.

His eyes reflected pure black, and the provocative colors were like dancing firelight.

The canine teeth pressed hard, and the fangs seemed to bite off Lu Yuanzhi's soft cavity, and then, the body moved forward, and slid down and hit the opponent's rock-like chest.

His big hands grabbed Lu Yuanzhi's clothes, and he was about to tear them apart. Lu Yuanzhi's eyes burst out with anger, while Yan Zedao's eyes were crooked, showing a kind of recklessness in spite of his evil intentions.Immediately, Lu Jianzhi struggled back, throwing away Yan Zedao, who was still holding onto his collar, and the two of them violently collided and fought in the small car.

Lu Juzhi fell and hit the gear lever.Before he fell down completely, he was grabbed again. Seeing Yan Zedao's evil handsome face, he was punched, but there was no trace at all. On the contrary, Yan Zedao saw a kind of magnificence on his lips because of the fierce kiss and bite just now. red.

Lu Yuanzhi didn't pay much attention to the scenery outside the car just now, but now he saw a desolate and crowded place outside, like a suburb, he reacted all of a sudden, opened the door, the car door was naturally locked, the moment he turned his back, his body bent, and instantly That is, the strong wind blowing in front of us.

I don't think I'll be on a thief ship after a long journey.Yan Zedao thought in his heart that he would go to bed with thieves tonight.

Lu Jianzhi fell on the car door, was dragged by the waist, twisted his head, and there was another gust of wind in front of him, his eyes were dark, and after a long time, he wiped the corner of his mouth and struggled to remember.

Yan Zedao, who was walking forward, was kicked away fiercely, and his waist hit the steering wheel, and he couldn't help saying: "If your waist is damaged, who will feed you wolf?"

……

inside the car.

Yan Zedao clasped the arms of the man under him, and pressed them against the back of his neck, "Boss, I like you so much..." He uttered softly like a letter.

The man seemed to be lying powerlessly on the seat, his body was heavy, and the violent ups and downs of his chest proved his survival.The neck was wetly licked, clear or vague over and over again, but the same sentence was emphasized: "Boss, I like you so much."

His hands were cut backwards and clasped behind his back, as if he was in a kneeling position, or lying half-lying, and he was not conscious.

The moist mouth moved slowly to his mandible, sliding onto his lips.Gently squeezed and twisted slowly, and then there was a sharp pain in the cavity of the tongue, forcing him to open his eyes and wake up.

"Go away... go away."

Yan Zedao provocatively opened the man's eyelashes that were about to close, like feathers of a phoenix, "Boss, I have liked you for a long, long time. Don't you open your eyes and look at me again?"

Now he didn't even bother to open his eyes, resisting the pain all over his body, Lu Yuanzhi just wanted to give the opponent an elbow, but he rolled over and couldn't lift his arms.

Yan Zedao licked Lu Yuanzhi's closed eyes, his fingers slipped on the collar of his shirt, and his fingers were nimble enough to tear open a few wooden buttons.

Suppressing the resistance of the people beneath him and... trembling, Yan Zedao smashed the taste of the tip of his tongue, not the salty taste of tears. "The boss is to me like water is to the fish. The person I masturbate every night is you, the boss."

The button slipped off and fell on the car.

His callused fingers looked icy cold in the rain.Sliding on the bare skin, trying to soothe the uneasiness of the people underneath.Instead, it caused a series of more and more furious struggles.

"But you, boss... have never looked at me. Never said a word to me. You don't even know me." The movement of the hand was made as the emotion in the eyes deepened.

There was a spasm on the road, and sweat dripped from his forehead. "Go away... I will, I will call the police."

Yan Zedao supported Lu Yuanzhi's shoulders. Instead of taking off his shirt, he stuck it to his heaving neck, licking his Adam's apple, "Boss, you won't be willing."

"Yes, let go, let me go."

"Why are you willing to do that?" The fundus of his eyes became darker and darker, reflecting the side face covered in cold sweat. "You will eat the marrow to know the taste, and you will be deeply immersed in it."

Hands parted the black hair, grabbed it, and clenched it.The entire desperate, beautiful, angry, pale, embarrassing, and teeth-gritting face was completely displayed in his vision.

"Let me listen to the boss's... Jiaochuan."

……

The garage door closed slowly, blocking out the last ray of light.

In the dark garage, a car door opened.

A man climbed out of the passenger seat and went back to pull something inside.A humanoid object was seen, rolling to the ground.

The figure seems to be carrying the posture, and it seems to be bending down to examine it.The people on the ground were motionless,

Open the man's neck and see a certain place.

Buckle the arms of the person on the ground and drag them back into the villa.

Staggering, exhausted, or injured due to fighting, the dragging man stopped, sat on the ground, and saw the unconscious man with half-wet hair hanging on his face.

Caressing his face, pressed his fingers on the man's wet black hair, stroked it slowly, and then grabbed it.

He leaned over and kissed the man on the lips.

Let go of him, the head fell on his hands, and looked at him again, seeing his peaceful face.No verbal insults, no violent actions.There was only a body that was so beautiful that it was about to be crushed.

……

in the bathtub.

With a man.

The water is still flowing.The shower was not turned off, and the bathroom was full of water.It flows out without a sound, drips on the ground, and flows into the sewer.

The man's shirt couldn't tell what color it was, but the water looked white, transparent, and icy cold.The black suit pants were soaked in water, they were a little too wide, maybe the man was still thin.

The eyes are closed and the face is out of the water.

The face is white, and the body is also white.The hair was so black that it looked like a mass of seaweed growing in the water.

His hand sneaked in, stuck under the bathtub, and touched the man's tied hands.Tested, firm, tight.

A body that floats in the water sinks.

Don't mind the clothes being soaked in water a little bit, sit down and lift up the upper body of that body.Sticking to the half-rolled dry cuffs, gently stroking the water off his face.

Undo the underwater clothes.

While calling him.

"Boss. Boss."

Kiss on his lips, the corners of his eyes. "I really like you."

The face was still comatose and motionless.So, hug and soak in the water.

I saw his overly beautiful face soaked in cold water, saw the bubbles spit out from the water swallowed by his slightly opened mouth, saw his frowning eyebrows, black hair floating in the water, and several circles bitten out of his neck tooth marks.

Finally, choked out of the water.

A series of "cough, cough, cough", half-opened his eyes, more choking water and uncomfortable moans.The fine Shen Yin sounded extra soft and weak to his ears.

Unable to resist submerging him into the water again, his body also dived into the water with him. Under the water, the two of them, Yan Zedao kissed his lips, holding his struggling body.

Eyes opened to see his face in the water.At the bottom of the water, the eyebrows are soft gray, and the face is hazy white.

Closed eyes are the discomfort of drowning.Unable to hold his breath, he swallowed heavily.

After breaking out of the water, while choking and coughing, Yan Zedao supported him, patted his back, and let him spit out the water that choked the intake pipe. The transparent shirt was pressed against his body, and the black hair stuck to Yan Zedao's hand.

Yan Zedao caressed him on the wall of the vat, and patted him along his back.Seen from behind, Lu Yuanzhi's neck was too slender, he could be pinched with one hand.

Another kind of texture like white porcelain, especially after soaking in water.People want to touch until the crack happens crisply.

"Boss." She leaned against his back, half lying on the bathtub, her back fully embraced by him. "Do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?"

"You're too good at torturing me."

One hand was stroking the bone on the back of his neck. Because he was too thin, a piece would protrude when he bowed his head. It was very abrupt, but it looked beautiful on the boss.

"I know you won't be in the future. Because you will be with me well."

He unbuttoned his clothes in the water with one hand.

Lu Jian let out a muffled groan, and a lot of water in the bathtub spilled on the floor.The sound of water collided, but there was no sound.

"By the way, boss, do you know my name?"

Picking up the wet black hair, she put it in her mouth and smashed it lightly.It has no smell and has been soaked in water, leaving only a faint smell of water.

The body below did not respond, occasionally struggled, splashed water waves, and then fell back into the tank. "Would you know, boss."

Lips close to the back of the soaked man on the bathtub, "My name is Yan Zedao."

"It's okay if you forget,"

The arms were wrapped around his shoulders, clasped around his front, and his body was close to the white bathtub.

"I'll remind you anytime."

The sound of water rushing, "Ugh—"

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……

open one's eyes.

There is a piece of wood yellow in front of my eyes.

Vaguely, but also close.To be clearer, it is the color and shape of the planks.

Turning over the body, I felt dull, and saw the wooden structure of the bunk bed.

where is it?

Throat is the taste of a pill, it is bitter, trying to remember, but still want to lie down for a while.Because of the feeling, what was the feeling just doing?

The air was stuffy and dry, although the air conditioner was visibly humming.The surrounding area is still hot and embarrassing.It seemed that his back was wet, and when he turned his head, a string of ice packs fell from his forehead.

Yan Zedao touched the ice pack next to his pillow and picked it up.

ice bag?

The airtight bag containing loose ice contained countless drops of water seeping from the hot air outside.hung between his fingers.It was cold, but it fell on my hot skin, as if it was volatile.

Yan Zedao was recalling why he was lying here.The ice pack in his hand was filled with drops of water, dripping down his hand.The buttons of the clothes were unbuttoned, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.

When he probed his chest again, several buttons on his neckline were also undone.

Yan Zedao was a little dizzy, he couldn't tell if he had any strength in his body, he wanted to sleep for a while.

I don't know how long I slept again, and I opened my eyes again, the street lights were flooding outside, and one of the lights in the dormitory was on.Only then did Yan Zedao realize that he was lying in the entertainer's lounge.

Old Zhao, who trained them, appeared in the room with what appeared to be medicine in his hand.Seeing Yan Zedao waking up, he said, "Are you awake, Xiao Yan? Did you know that you passed out in the rehearsal room due to heatstroke?"

Yan Zedao thought to himself that it was no wonder he was so tired and dizzy from the heat.

"The boss just came here once to see the newcomers." Lao Zhao checked the air conditioner and turned it on a few degrees, but it was still not very cool.He had just come from the rehearsal room where the temperature was over 40 degrees, and he lowered the air conditioner by a few degrees.

Yan Zedao thought for a moment, "The boss has been here?" He had never seen Lu Jianzhi before he got heatstroke.Did he come here after he suffered from heatstroke?Has he seen himself?

"He came here before and knew you had heatstroke, and asked his assistant to buy you medicine and drinks to cool off." Old Zhao motioned to Yan Zedao for a pile of medicines on the table in front of the bed.

Yan Zedao twisted his head and got up to look at the medicine on the table. Old Zhao was pouring ice water for Yan Zedao. Yan Zedao asked him, "Has the boss visited me?"

Old Zhao put ice cubes into the glass with tweezers, "The boss is so busy, it's good enough to have an assistant deliver the medicine to you."

Yan Zedao took the ice water he handed over, took a sip, and the image of Lu Yuanzhi instructing his assistant appeared.With his tall figure and black suit, he ordered indifferently.

After Lao Zhao left, the sissy who trained one of them also came, and gave Yan Zedao vague words like caring or apologizing.Yan Zedao knew that Lu Yuanzhi had instructed him when he was leaving.

Don't be too harsh on newcomers.

Yan Zedao was fiddling with the boxes of pills, as well as the unfrozen drinks that had completely dehydrated.

The reality is no progress.

In the dream, progress was rapid.

Imagine, it may be because of heat stroke, the brain is also chaotic, I don't know if it is the impression that has been brushed in the mind, or the dream experienced.

That face, soaking in the bathtub.

Yan Zedao could clearly recall the eyelashes that were distinct and slender like feathers.

That begonia-like face was soaked in the cold water.

There is no language, no expression, only silent eyebrows.

Pick him up from the water and stick him on the burning chest.Calling his name over and over again, calling, "Do you remember me. Do you know who I am?"

Frowning eyebrows, patient body, intermittent muffled, non-stop sound of water.

echoed in the mind.Like a drowning man struggling in the deep sea.It is no longer clear whether it is in a dream, in memory, or in the future.

I want to fuck you.

I just want to have you too.

It's a long way.

……

Gu Chenchen drove back to the villa area, picked up some letters and a few periodicals from the mailbox in front of the house, and went back.

Back in the hall, a pile of envelopes were scattered.Gu Chenchen has no other hobbies. He manages everything like a president every day. He doesn't have any time for entertainment when he comes back from work, socializing, discussing plans, and signing contracts.

His only hobby is to empty the envelope box in front of the house from time to time, and then open the letters one by one to read.Of course, I don't write much letters these days.Urgent and important letters have already been received by email or courier.

And this kind of paper letters are all kinds of strange letters such as admiring him, pursuing him, hating him if you can't get it, employee complaint letters, advertisements, and self-recommendation.

Gu Chenchen thought that being the president of film and television media would allow him to devote himself to the cause of entertainment and gossip, holding melons in his hands, fanning fans, and watching the entertainment industry fight and argue.Occasionally, he can use his power to promote his favored and righteous party to a higher cause.

But in fact, he not only has to deal with the company's various big plans, such as the film investment, which requires him to review whether he should spend money, but also to promote the heroine of this world.

He later learned one thing, some people just can't praise it too fast, and can't spend too much money, otherwise they will end up not popular like Miss Jing.

This kind of thing still has to be done step by step and step by step.

So in human terms, in human terms, Gu Chenchen praised the fast-traveling clients of this world as the number one female in a big production of a well-known director, but what is disappointing is that this female number one has no acting skills.

Gu Chenchen was in a tragedy.

He originally wanted to stay in this world for two or three years before he could successfully accept the next mission.Later he found out that he was really broken in Tucson.Only then did he realize that the number one female had too many bugs to fix.

Neither red nor black.The money was thrown down, and there was no splash at all.No popularity, no reputation, no awards, not even black fans.It's really silent, Silent Hill on earth.

Gu Chenchen reconsidered whether to save the country with curves, such as black and red.First cast the net widely and sprinkle the black material.But he was even more afraid that the water would be hard to recover, and that it would be impossible to recover at that time.

He wanted to hone the mind of the female number one first.After all, the number one female is still the little girl in the greenhouse, she is inexplicably praised, and she doesn't know the tragic and difficult history of the entertainment industry.

When Gu Chenchen thought that he would stay in this place for more than two or three years, his heart felt sad.He didn't even find a suitable bed partner.No, now I'm looking through various confessions of love and letters, looking for candidates.

Gu Chenchen opened a letter, and the sun was shining brightly in the vast living room.It is like the brilliance of love sprinkled with poetic and picturesque.

Seeing the meaningful and beautiful handwriting on the first letter, there is a fresh little poem written on it:

"

spiced corned egg,

pick it!

Do you know how much a catty is?

I'll make it cheaper for you.

Love to buy or not?

Don't buy it!

"

Gu Chenshen thought about the artistic conception of this poem for a long time. It is a person who sells corned eggs in a supermarket or on the side of the road, shouting to attract business, asking people to choose corned eggs and introducing the price. The other party thinks it is expensive, so the seller said it is cheaper, The other party still said no, but the seller got angry and said, don’t buy it if you like it or not.

Ok.

Gu Chenchen felt that he understood correctly.I feel more and more in my heart that this kind of poetry with simple writing, lively rhythm, lively themes, novel form, full of charm and abstract artistic conception is really a rare and excellent work without pretentiousness and piles of rhetoric.

The point is that this poem is implicit, bold, serious and lively, which implies the confession of Tibetan acrostics.