Rival says he loves me

Fang Gayao slowed down, but immediately saw Wu Wei gesturing to him, meaning,

- you go on, don't worry about it.

Wu Wei didn't move, tapped his fingers on the solid wood tabletop, and continued to look up the stage.

There were a lot of people who came, all tall and looked like sports students, surrounded Wu Wei.

Xing Jinbei leaned forward and hugged the man in the suit around the neck, "Ke Zhe, don't be so presumptuous on my territory, you are afraid of the young master's own people."

The toe of Ke Zhe's shiny leather shoes rubbed against Wu Wei's trouser legs, with a strange tone, "Oh, brother Xing, you said earlier, then this place is quite spacious, why don't you invite me to sit down?"

Ke Zhe met when Xing Jinbei was studying abroad. The two of them are eight or nine years apart, and they can play together. It's all absurd and how to play. , I can't see that others are better than him. Seeing that Wu Wei came up, he took a private seat, and Ke Zhe committed another problem, so he couldn't help but provoke others.

Ke Zhe plays basketball, he was born tall, and he usually pays attention to tidying up, so he is also a good skin.

Two slender fingers fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to Wu Wei, "I was reckless just now, so why not accompany me."

"Quit smoking." Wu Wei didn't say anything, just leaned on the chair with one leg across his knee and looked up.

From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left Fang Gayao.

Ke Zhe walked half a circle around the table, sat opposite Wu Wei, and looked up.

A large group of people saw that Ke Zhe sat down politely, and they were not good at talking. Seeing Wu Wei slamming words on Ke Zhe's face, he was not angry, and they all found seats nearby and sat down. .

When the bar is the busiest, the hormone inside is an aphrodisiac, a group of people can enjoy it, and some people can't wait to do it directly by the door. Infected by the atmosphere, Fang Gayao's dance looks more and more flamboyant.

Fang Gayao doesn't like the bar culture here, it's very barbaric, it's just a wild bar for sex to vent, he vomited when he returned to the apartment the next day after coming here, the relationship here is only maintained by lust, let's get rid of this relationship, I can't see the initial starting point of desire/desire at all.

So the one above him kept frowning.

"Did you see it?" Ke Zhe smoked a cigarette by himself, looked up while looking at Wu Wei, "Aren't you called to come down and play?"

"Don't play, he's a friend, I'm waiting for him," Wu Wei hooked a piece of hard candy from the tin box, put it in his mouth, then turned to Ke Zhe and said, "Is there a sports student behind?"

Ke Zhe suddenly laughed out loud, "Well, he's a player."

Ke Zhe likes football, he is good at playing, and spends money to buy people, but he spends money on anyone who looks good enough to play, and raises a group of people, just for his own enjoyment, Ke Zhe is pinching the cuff of his suit cuff Button, his eyes flicked around Wu Wei. At first he found Wu Wei because he had taken the position he liked, but when he saw Wu Wei's reaction, he found it interesting, and when he saw his face, Ke Zhe had thought up.

Wu Wei is a rare type in the circle, pure and wild, it fits Ke Zhe's eyes and his appetite.

Ke Zhesheng is good-looking, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and likes to blink when looking at people, just like inviting people.

But he couldn't catch Wu Wei's eyes.

The other party didn't look at him at all, Ke Zhe's wrists trembled with excitement, staring at Wu Wei's side face was not enough, but after watching for a long time, he found that Wu Wei kept looking at the stage.

"Stop chatting?" Ke Zhe was fighting for attention.

"I'm waiting for my friend." Wu Wei still said the same words.

"Hey~" Ke Zhe elongated his voice, pointed at Fang Gayao who was taking a curtain call on the stage, and asked, "You know him too?"

Wu Wei turned his head, divided his energy and asked, "Also?"

Ke Zhe shook his arms and shook his head, "Don't look at me, I don't know him, but someone is talking about him." Ke Zhe half-spoken and left half, knowing that he could hook Wu Wei into the conversation, he pinched the cigarette and pressed the button directly. On the table, he exhaled smoke, "Don't count on it, you won't be able to keep others."

Wu Wei stretched out his hand and squeezed a cigarette in the cigarette case, raised his arm and hooked two fingers towards himself.

Ke Zhe was overjoyed, Tingmei stepped forward, and heard Wu Wei say,

"Get out of here."

Ke Zhe was not angry.

"You care about him too?" Ke Zhe looked at Fang Gayao carefully this time, a little confused, "I can do it if I like flirting, don't think about it?" Ke Zhe reached out and touched his tongue, then slid it to his lips On the son, "I work very well."

Ke Zhe usually likes to order people around, but when he meets someone he really wants to mess with, he will be a dog. Wu Wei's indifferent demeanor is simply a stab at the apex of his heart, and it is worth dying.

"Don't think about it." Wu Wei put his legs down and stood up from the chair, without turning his head back to the backstage.

Ke Zhe swiped the tip of his tongue in his mouth, looking at Wu Wei's back to satisfy his craving.

After thinking about it all the time, the phone rang in my hand and I was stunned for a long time before answering, "Why are you so anxious, people can't fly when they find it."

It was hot in the backstage, and the central air conditioner was not cooling. Fang Jiayao's clothes were stuck to his back, and sweat dripped down his back. He was a little irritable after taking off half of it, so he tied his sleeves around his waist and went to the fan to smoke. .

"Finished work?" Wu Wei came in through the back door, and saw Fang Jiayao in the smog.

"It's over, I'll treat you to a drink when I'm sweating." Fang Jiayao didn't turn his head, with both hands resting on his knees, his head facing the fan, his hair flying wildly.

His hair is long, and some sweat sticks to the back of his neck, making him uncomfortable.

After blowing for a while, Wu Wei picked up a chair and sat next to him, then stretched out a hand to the skin on the back of his neck and the end of his hair, and rubbed it gently.

Afterwards, the other party smiled, "Did I make you unhappy by talking to him?"

The author has something to say: Wu Wei: I think he is jealous, what do you think?