The actor is a licking dog

04.

Zhong Qi felt that he was an idiot.

Even if you speak ill of someone, you don't know to check to see if the real master is around, this is so fucking embarrassing.

"Finish the words," Jiang Hailan hugged him like a good buddy and refused to let go, with great strength, it made Zhong Qi's shoulder hurt, but his face was calm and calm, and his smile was very gentlemanly, " I'm quite interested in your comments."

Zhong Qi had a ghost in his heart, and stammered, "You, you, you heard everything?"

Jiang Hailan shook his head: "I haven't heard the whole thing yet, let me explain what you said just now."

Zhong Qi's heart skipped a beat, "Which is that?"

With a smile on Jiang Hailan's lips, he reminded: "Always smiling like a fox, it's not good at first sight—"

He dragged his tail and stared at Zhong Qi intently, waiting for him to complete the text.

Zhong Qi looked at him with hairs all over his body. The man's smile looked warm and friendly on the surface, but it made him shudder.

"Huh?" The man narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled even more like a fox.

Zhong Qi swallowed his saliva, and under the dominance of his strong desire to survive, his brain spun rapidly, "It's not good at first sight—a womanizer, a lazy person, a lazy person."

Jiang Hailan raised his brows with great interest, turned the stiff-faced child aside, and whispered in his ear with a smile: "The words are well rounded, but the first evaluation is not accurate."

The hand on the shoulder went down, and slapped Zhong Qi's butt with a heavy palm.

Zhong Qi froze, and before he could react, the tall and long-legged man had already left.

His face was flushed, he covered his aching buttocks, and angrily scolded "stinky idiot" at the back of the person who was walking away.

05.

At the dinner after the film festival ended, Zhong Qi met the stinky fool again.

When Zhong Qi did everything possible to avoid the agent's stalking, and sneaked into the small garden outside the banquet hall with a plate of high-calorie desserts collected by his assistants, and was about to have a good meal, Jiang Hailan appeared in his field of vision middle.

Jiang Hailan has just been crowned actor, so he will naturally be the protagonist at tonight's banquet, so it's not unusual to drink too much.

Zhong Qi held the small plate and planned to continue eating in another place, but he heard a "dong" sound, followed the sound, and saw the stinky idiot grabbed the ground with his head and fell into the flower bed.

"Pfft—" Zhong Qi couldn't hold back, and sprayed out the small piece of cake he had just eaten, almost choking on it.

He stared at the flower bed for a while, but there was no movement, and the banquet hall was brightly lit, and there seemed to be no one looking for it, so he got up and walked over.

Putting the dinner plate aside, Zhong Qi bent down and stretched out his hand.

Instead of helping someone, he slapped the new Best Actor on the back of the head.

Very loud.

"Let you be awesome, let you be a hooligan!" Zhong Qiyang wanted to slap him again, but his wrist was grabbed hard, and then his center of gravity was unstable, and he was pulled to the ground, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh— "

Zhong Qi stuck his face into the soft soil with his butt pouted in an extremely indecent posture.

"Ah, bah, bah, I'm a mud horse!" Zhong Qi spat out the astringent dirt from his mouth, cursing, which was very noisy.

Jiang Hailan's ears were going to explode from his noise, and he slapped Zhong Qi's ass, "Shut up."

Zhong Qi was staggered by his slap, and fell into the soil again with his arms fluttering. This time he fell hard, and the bridge of his straight nose was so sore that it seemed to be broken.

He swore that Jiang Hailan would be his deadly enemy from now on.

Then they fell asleep.

06.

As for why he fell asleep, Zhong Qi still finds it very mysterious when he thinks about it.

The reason is that his mouth is too short and broken.

After stamping Jiang Hailan, a stinking idiot, as "the enemy", Zhong Qi didn't restrain himself, and swearing out loud, anyway, the two of them fell into the dark little flower bed, and no one would pass by , naturally not afraid of being heard.

The drunk man's head was dizzy, his tone was bad and told him to shut up, but Zhong Qi didn't, it was hard to hear anything.

Jiang Hailan squinted his drunken eyes, and hit Zhong Qi's ass hard. Zhong Qi became anxious, and fought back.

Jiang Hailan, who was drunk, stripped off that layer of hypocrisy, his brows and eyes were full of hostility, he didn't show mercy, and suppressed the chick with fried wings so that he couldn't move.

Zhong Qi felt that he was about to be fractured, but he still refused to admit defeat. He stretched his neck and stared at his eyes, and launched a verbal attack, babbling nonchalantly.

Jiang Hailan simply lowered his head to gag him.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm f—"

Zhong Qi's tongue was bitten, and his lips were sore from being sucked, but even so, Jiang Hailan's alcohol-smelling snort ignited a fire at his sensitive nerve endings.

When he kissed her back in a daze, he thought that maybe he might be a shiver.

No matter how drunk Jiang Hailan was, he still worried that it was outdoors, and he didn't want to have a one-night stand in the dirt, so he asked Zhong Qi if he dared to go with him.

Zhong Qi was kissing his head, and when he heard this, he straightened his neck and choked, "Dare! I'm not afraid of you, whoever dares is my grandson!"

So, they just fell asleep inexplicably.

When he woke up early the next morning, Zhong Qi couldn't care less about the pain in his back and buttocks, so he rolled and crawled out of the bed.

Jiang Hailan looked at the hickey on his body with a smile, and said, "Why are you running so fast? Didn't you feel so happy last night that you were reluctant to let me go?"

Zhong Qi hurriedly put on his clothes and ran towards the door, "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense! I will treat it as a dog bite, and I will never see you again! Goodbye!"

There was a bang on the door, and the person had already run away.

Jiang Hailan frowned, opened WeChat on his mobile phone, and sent a message to the newly added friend.

[Jiang Hailan]: How could being bitten by a dog be as comfortable as being fucked by me? [/Smile]