The actor is a licking dog

Four years ago, the most influential film festival in China had its grand opening.

The most popular niche Jian Mingfei won the Best Actor for the movie "The Boy and the Dog". At that time, he was only 21 years old and became the youngest actor in China.

Numerous flashlights focused on him, illuminating his future extremely brightly.

After accepting the interview, Jian Mingfei politely declined the invitations of many bigwigs in the circle, and went straight to the airport alone.

He was eager to fly home and surprise the man.

On the plane, he imagined many scenes when the two met.

Cheng Yang would probably hug his waist and turn around many times, hold his face and laugh non-stop, and of course kiss him tenderly in the end, and he would kiss back happily.

He held the trophy tightly in his hand, entered the password to open the door a little nervously, and even made a wrong entry once because his fingers trembled slightly.

There was music coming from behind the door, Jian Mingfei raised the corners of his mouth happily, he was at home.

"Ayang, I'm back! Surprise..." The voice suddenly became hoarse, and Jian Mingfei was stunned by the obscene scene he saw when he opened the door.

On the sofa, at the dining table, and on his favorite rocking chair on the balcony, men and women intertwined in groups, naked.

And Cheng Yang, who was full of his thoughts, was lying on his back on the sofa with a big belly, and a woman with long breasts and thighs was sitting between his legs and rubbing up and down, giving oral sex to another man standing by the sofa.

Cheng Yang didn't even notice the strangeness at the door, closed his eyes and frowned slightly, gently rubbing the woman's chest with one hand and urging her to work harder.

Jian Mingfei suddenly felt sick.

It wasn't just his spiritual obsession with cleanliness, he actually leaned on the door and bent over to retch.

The person addicted to lust finally noticed something, and glanced at the door, his face turned pale instantly.

He pushed away the men and women beside him, pulled a blanket and hurriedly covered his lower body, which was still wearing a cover, and ran towards the door with big strides, "Xiaoyi, you, why are you back..."

"Do not touch me."

Jian Mingfei stepped back clutching his overwhelmed stomach, looked up at the person in front of him, and suddenly smashed the trophy in his hand towards the living room like crazy.

"Get the fuck out of my house! Get out!!!"

Cheng Yang was a little bit at a loss, Jian Mingfei, who was always gentle, obedient and sunny, would even scold people with red eyes, and he stepped forward to hug people in his arms, but was pushed to the ground.

"Don't fucking touch me, dirty!"

Jian Mingfei roared hysterically, then rushed into the living room and threw things out without saying a word. After throwing away almost all the decorations, he dragged the sofa and dining table out of the door, and Cheng Yang couldn't stop him.

Finally, he was so tired that he collapsed at the door, Cheng Yang felt distressed and wanted to go to hug him, but Jian Mingfei kicked him away.

This kick was hitting his ankle, Cheng Yang was injured here, the pain was severe, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed: "How long do you want to make trouble?"

Jian Mingfei's whole body was shocked, he just felt that he had never really known this person before.

The two looked at each other silently for a while, Cheng Yang took the lead to compromise, moved over and wanted to hug him again, "Baby, I was wrong, there won't be a next time, okay? Forgive me."

Jian Mingfei wanted to push him away, but Cheng Yang refused to let go. The two rolled on the floor, pushing and hugging each other, and finally turned into a fight.

The once loving home has become an arena, and it seems that they are sorry for the three years of being together.

Mostly dazzled by anger, despair, disgust, grief and other emotions, Jian Mingfei picked up the heavy trophy on the ground and swung it on Cheng Yang's head.

Blood flowed all over the place.

Trembling, he called 120 and 110, then wiped the blood and tears from his face, and sat slumped at the door in a daze: everything is over like this.