After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

The office of the art group is on the third floor, converted from a conference hall, and now there are various drafts and drawings piled up in a mess.

There are several meeting rooms in this hotel. The office space originally reserved for the art group was on the fifth floor, but Zhuang Yan somehow changed it to this one on the third floor.

One side of the office is a spacious floor-to-ceiling window. Wang gradually goes to the window to watch the people coming and going outside.

In his words, there is a different kind of petty bourgeois sentiment.

Xie Ning was the opposite, usually walking around the French windows.

Wang gradually observed it for a few days and realized: "Are you afraid of heights?"

Xie Ning smiled embarrassedly: "A little bit, but the third floor is fine."

Wang gradually clicked his tongue, put his hands on his desk, and said with emotion: "I know why Director Zhuang wanted to change the office for us."

Xie Ning didn't pay attention to these things, so he couldn't understand them for a while.

Wang gradually changed the subject: "I heard you were sick two days ago?"

"It's just a cold." Xie Ning said.

Wang gradually glanced at his watch, then at the people in twos and threes in the office, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Ning who was still scribbling on the paper.

"Just recovering from a serious illness, so hard work?"

Xie Ning put down his pen and shook his head: "It's not a serious illness, I didn't come here a few days ago, just to make up for what should be drawn."

Wang gradually laughed: "One and two are both workaholics, that's fine, it's not early today, go back early, and continue painting tomorrow. If you are delayed, Director Zhuang will call me again to torment me."

Xie Ning smiled, packed his things obediently, and went out.

When entering the elevator, he unexpectedly ran into Sheng Shisong again, and Xie Ning smiled at him.

Sheng Shisong's eyes fell on the drawing board he was holding in his hand, he looked away lightly, and returned a smile: "It's such a coincidence, we meet again."

Seeing that the two knew each other, Sheng Shisong's assistant kindly reminded: "We are going up the elevator."

The assistant probably thought he was going downstairs, but took the wrong elevator.

Xie Ning glanced across the row of buttons, only the numbers on the top floor and the first floor were bright.

He said calmly, "I'm going upstairs too."

Under the surprised eyes of the assistant, the elevator stopped on the top floor, Xie Ning walked out of the elevator slowly, and said goodbye to Sheng Shisong.

The top floor is full of suites, and there are only a handful of the entire crew living on this floor.

Sheng Shisong looked at the direction he was leaving and touched his chin.

If he remembered correctly, Zhuang Yan's room seemed to be over there.

……

When returning to the room, Xie Ning unexpectedly bumped into a person at the door.

It's a woman who looks young, in her early twenties, but with makeup on, it's hard to judge her real age.

Xie Ning couldn't help but look at her a few more times, not because of her appearance.

In the eyes of the public, she should be regarded as a beauty, but in the eyes of Zhuang Yan and Xie Ning, who are picky about aesthetics, she can only be regarded as mediocre.

However, the clothes she was wearing were too light and thin. When Xie Ning lowered his head, he seemed to be able to see her thighs under the thin clothes, and he looked away in embarrassment.

Look no further.

Xie Ning was thinking silently in his heart, but couldn't help being curious, isn't it really cold to dress like this?

Seeing Xie Ning, the expression on her face that I felt pity for was immediately restrained, and she gave Xie Ning a cold look, revealing a taste of sizing up.

Xie Ning subconsciously thought that he had gone wrong, and looked up at the room number. That's right, it was his and Zhuang Yan's room.

Before he could ask, the woman said, "Are you also looking for Director Zhuang?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment: "Are you looking for Zhuang Yan?"

The woman frowned, looked him up and down, and said in a tone of impatience, "It's all for the same purpose, what are you and I pretending to be?"

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment.

He never understood what the woman meant, and vaguely felt that the other party must have misunderstood something.

At the same time, he also felt hostility in the eyes of the other party.

This kind of hostility came out of nowhere, and Xie Ning felt a little doubtful in his heart. He was 100% sure that he had never seen her before.

Is it because of Zhuang Yan?

Xie Ning was a little irritable, but his good self-cultivation still made him ask in a calm tone: "Excuse me, are you...?"

The woman didn't answer.

Xie Ning was not the type to talk to strangers, so when he saw her silence, he turned around and took out his room card from his pocket.

As soon as I finished swiping, I saw the woman looking over in surprise: "You can actually get the room card?"

She leaned over her head and asked curiously, "It's a waste of time for me to ask for the room number. Where did you get this room card? It's not a simple relationship. Do you know the hotel staff?"

Xie Ning was not used to being approached so close, so he frowned, pushed her away, and swiped his card to enter the room.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then followed in.

Xie Ning didn't want to talk to her too much, but it was too rude to leave a lady alone at the door.

He put the drawing board away and poured a glass of water for the woman.

The woman was surprised by his host's hospitality for a long time, looked at him strangely for a while, and said to herself: "I never heard that Director Zhuang likes boys."

He looked at him again: "So Director Zhuang has this kind of taste?"

A bit of annoyance appeared in her eyes, as if she felt that her preparations were not sufficient.

Combined with her weird behavior, Xie Ning suddenly understood.

Is this an unspoken rule delivered to your door?

This matter is not surprising in the entertainment circle, but when it comes to Zhuang Yan, Xie Ning finds it ridiculous no matter what he thinks.

Still a little bit uneasy.

Unexpectedly, Xie Ning lost interest in talking to the woman, and he just hurriedly said "Zhuang Yan will not be back in a while, you wait here", and entered the master bedroom under the other's astonished eyes .

Close and lock the door, the action is done in one go.

I also regretted why I didn't react at first and let the person in.

There have been no night shows recently, Zhuang Yan came back early, and soon there was movement at the door again.

Xie Ning pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what was going on outside.

But actually didn't say a word.

Through the door, Xie Ning could only hear Zhuang Yan's indifferent and righteous rejection of the other party, and then unceremoniously kicked him out.

At least this kind of implicit warning "If you stay here again, I will call the hotel security to come up", it has nothing to do with the word polite.

Xie Ning looked a little pale.

Zhuang Yan sent people away with a frown, glanced at the cup on the coffee table, picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

Then he walked to the door of the master bedroom, there was no movement at all, but Zhuang Yan knew that Xie Ning was inside.

While thinking about how to explain it to Xie Ning, he turned the doorknob.

Then there was a bit of astonishment on his face.

The door was locked from the inside.

Zhuang Yan: ...

……

Xie Ning was angry.

Realizing this, Zhuang Yan was a little surprised.

Back then, when Xie Ning's copied works were accused of being sketches on the Internet, he still looked like he didn't care about anything, and said calmly: "It's too troublesome to explain."

It seemed like nothing could really make him angry.

But now, Xie Ning was angry with him, or rather, was losing his temper with him.

Although it was a little out of place, Zhuang Yan couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and his mood relaxed.

Fuck Apathy, he thought.

Now Xie Ning can cry, laugh, have abundant emotions, and have rich joys, sorrows and joys.

Like any normal person, he will act like a baby with his lover, get jealous and lose his temper.

Who says he has a mental illness.

It took Zhuang Yan a long time to restrain the upward curve of the corner of his mouth.

He didn't rush to knock on the door to explain to Xie Ning, but turned and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen equipped in the hotel suite is not big, but it has all the basic facilities. Zhuang Yan opened the refrigerator to look at the ingredients in it, and then called the front desk to have some things brought up.

More than half an hour later, Zhuang Yan knocked on the door of the master bedroom.

no respond.

Zhuang Yan was amused, and raised his voice: "You haven't eaten yet, I made you dinner."

Still no response.

After Zhuang Yan calmly reported the names of his dishes one by one, he waited patiently for a few seconds.

There was a click, and then the door was opened a crack.

Zhuang Yan quickly stuffed his arm in, and then successfully pried open the door.

Xie Ning looked at him with wide eyes.

Zhuang extended his hand, took the man into his arms, and asked, "Are you angry?"

Xie Ning struggled a few times, but did not break free, and said in a muffled voice, "No."

Zhuang Yan didn't speak, just lowered his head without saying a word, and rubbed his lips against Xie Ning's cheek twice.

After a while, Xie Ning said: "I don't know why, it's just... I feel uncomfortable."

Zhuang Yan responded, and then pecked lightly on his lips: "It's my fault."

Xie Ning shook his head and said, "You don't need to apologize. I thought about it over and over again, and I knew that this matter had nothing to do with you, but... I still couldn't help but vent my anger."

"I shouldn't lose my temper with you and lock you out."

Zhuang Yan moved his lips slightly, and said, "No, it's my fault that I made my boyfriend feel uncomfortable."

Xie Ning looked at him: "You don't need to..."

Zhuang Yan interrupted him: "Think about it differently, if I find out that someone wants to climb your bed... I'm afraid I will be more angry than you."

Shanin said, "But you're not mad at me, you're only mad at other people."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "You're not angry with me either."

Xie Ning was stunned, and frowned, "But I... still locked the door."

"That's just your way of expressing your uneasiness." Zhuang Yan looked down at him, "If I... Maybe it's a different way."

Xie Ning subconsciously asked, "What method?"

Zhuang Yan raised his brows and said in a low tone, "Like this."

He lowered his head, kissed Xie Ning's lips, rolled down, and lightly bit his neck twice.

It took Xie Ning a long time to realize that Zhuang Yan was taking the opportunity to ask for benefits for himself.

He came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and pushed Zhuang Yan away.

Zhuang Yan let go of him very gentlemanly this time, and said, "Are you in a better mood? Let's eat first?"

Xie Ning looked at his face and nodded after a while.

The fear in my heart has long since disappeared.

……

There are probably no secrets in the crew.

Within two days, a piece of news slowly spread.

It is said that Zhuang Yan doesn't like women, but prefers clean and pure boys.

Most people think it is nonsense, but some people believe it is true.

The evidence is that Xie Ning met someone at the door of the room afterwards, it was a boy.

He is not very old and looks like a student, but he looks at Xie Ning with a provocative look.

Xie Ning entered the room expressionlessly, and didn't let anyone in this time.

But Zhuang Yan got really angry, and called the life producer and the assistant director of casting, scolded him head and face, and called the manager of the hotel.

Then, the top floor is much cleaner.

Rumors circulated in the crew for a while, and also reached Sheng Shisong's ears.

After the assistant finished the gossip, he smiled and said, "I don't know how it got out, it's probably fake."

Sheng Shisong raised his eyebrows, and Xie Ning's face appeared inexplicably in front of his eyes.

His expression was weird for a moment, before casually turning into a knowing smile.

The author has something to say: stingy and happy.

Any serious tantrum is fun.