In those years with the movie king

When they came, they were chartered by the film crew and did not have their own car.Jiang Heng put on a hat and a mask, and called a Didi with his mobile phone.

There are very few taxis on this section of the road, and the location is too busy, so it is impossible for people who can get in and out of this road without a private car.When the Didi driver came, he was still muttering in his heart, but he didn't think much about it. No one would do business if there was any business.

The driver of Didi drove all the way, and saw a young man in fashionable clothes standing on the side of the road, his face was covered by a mask, and a drunk man was leaning on his shoulder, buried on the young man's chest, his face could not be seen clearly.

It was dark at night, and the Didi driver couldn't see clearly from the rear mirror, so he just asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Heng supported Shen Fubai to sit on the back seat of the car, and reported the address: "Nanyuan District."

The driver shook his hand holding the steering wheel. It was a well-known gathering place for rich people: "I can't get in there." The high-end community has very good security, and foreign vehicles are not allowed to enter.

"It's okay, drive in, I'll brush my face." Jiang Heng looked down at Shen Fubai who had already fallen asleep in his arms, and hugged him tighter.

Strictly speaking, the entire Nanyuan community is his family's real estate.Jiang Heng owns a property here.Of course, he has too many houses, and he chose to be here entirely because of the principle of proximity.

The driver listened to the angry words, started the car silently, and stepped on the accelerator.

After a 10-minute drive, the Didi car was stopped by the lifting pole at the gate of Nanyuan Community.

Jiang Heng lowered the car window and pulled down the mask a little.The person on the window sill glanced at it and immediately let it go.Jiang Heng pulled back the mask again, and the car window slowly rose and closed.

The car drove to the second building in the first district, Jiang Heng got out of the car, and then carried Shen Fubai down as well.

When she was carried down, Shen Fubai's face was very white under the streetlight.Even if it is just a glimpse, one can see the magnificence of her complexion.The white and thin wrists hang down loosely, and each finger is as white as jade.

Pretty as a china doll.

The driver watched the man carry the overly beautiful young man upstairs, started the car, turned around and left.The more he thought about it, the more familiar it became, and after driving a certain distance, he suddenly remembered, isn't this the big star his daughter chases every day!

Jiang Heng entered the password to enter the room, turned on the light, and the living room was lit up instantly.He put Shen Fubai on the sofa and went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.

After the hangover soup was cooked and fed, Shen Fubai finally became sober.

It's just a little bit, still half drunk.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was closed again by the bright and dazzling light, and it took a while before he slowly opened them.Jiang Heng was right in front of him, sitting on the sofa and looking at him.

Shen Fu bai propped up his body dizzily, and pressed the back of his head: "Am I drunk?"

Jiang Heng sighed: "Yes, you are drunk."

Shen Fubai was at a loss: "Then am I awake now?"

Jiang Heng: "No, you are in a dream now, you continue to sleep."

Shen Fubai nodded, lay down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Three seconds later, he sat up again: "Am I still in a dream?"

Obviously, the wine is not sober.

A bowl of hangover soup has already been poured down, so he can only rest well, sleep until dawn, and wake up completely in the morning.

Jiang Heng coaxed him to sleep: "Yes, you are still in a dream. Go to sleep." To avoid a headache tomorrow morning.

Shen Fubai didn't lie down again, he fixedly looked at Jiang Heng, and then looked around.

Jiang Heng's mansion is decorated in European style, whether it is the golden leather sofa under his body, the expensive carpets on the floor, the murals on the walls, or the snuff bottles on the tea table, they are all filled with a strong smell of money , and it’s not a nouveau riche aesthetic piled together, the layout is just right, and every place is eye-catching.

Of course, the most dazzling one was Jiang Heng in front of him.

Shen Fubai squinted his peach blossom eyes, staring deeply at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng was terribly stared at, and suspected that Shen Fubai had seen through.

Shen Fubai suddenly smiled: "Sure enough, there is everything in the dream. There is money, a big house, and..." He straightened up and threw himself on Jiang Heng, hugged his neck, and said in a low voice, "There is Heng Heng. "

Jiang Heng hugged his waist, looked down at Shen Fu's white and beautiful eyebrows: "Did you dream of me?"

"Yes, I think about it every day, and dream at night." Shen Fubai, who was unconscious, smiled shrewdly and innocently, "I think about you every day."

Jiang Heng asked in a low voice: "What did you dream about me?"

"Why do you talk so much today, you didn't talk before..." Shen Fubai muttered.

Jiang Heng felt that his throat was a little dry: "Then I won't say anything."

"No, you talk." Shen Fubai pressed his forehead against his shoulder, stuffed in his arms, "I like hearing your voice. I like your talking. My previous dreams have never been real this time. I can't even hug her your turn……"

Jiang Heng hugged him tightly: "Fubai, I'm real."

He didn't know why Shen Fubai said these words.From the time they first met to confirming their relationship, they never separated for a moment.He could only attribute all this to his insecurity after drinking baijiu.

Shen Fubai raised his eyes: "Really?"

Jiang Heng: "If you don't believe me, touch it, it's really unreal."

Nothing is more convincing than their intimate embrace at this moment.

"It seems to be. The touch is so real." Shen Fubai pinched Jiang Heng's arm, "Is my dream-making ability strong again?"

Jiang Heng couldn't laugh or cry.How drunk is this.

Shen Fubai seemed to have suddenly made up his mind: "Since it's a dream... then can I do anything?" He asked himself and answered, "Well, I can do anything, it's just a dream anyway."

Jiang Heng: "What—" Before he could utter the word "what", Shen Fubai suddenly pushed him hard onto the sofa, turned over and sat on him, and began to take off his clothes.

A coat falls to the ground.

Jiang Heng: "Floating—"

Shen Fubai bent down, held his face and began to kiss, blocking all his words.

Jiang Heng: "..."

The young man's long eyelashes brushed against the tip of his nose, making people itch.There is a soft watery color in the twinkling eyes, and the bright red lips are redder than any rose in his garden.

Jiang Heng was speechless for a moment.

Shen Fubai straightened up, went to untie the belt on his waist, and wanted to zip it.

Jiang Heng said in a hoarse voice, "Fubai, sober up." He is terrified now.

What spring and autumn dream is Fu Bai doing? !

No.

What kind of dream is Fu Bai doing? !

Shen Fubai ignored it, pulled the zipper to the bottom, and bent down.

Jiang Heng took a breath, and put his fingers into Shen Fu's white hair.

He looked at the young man kneeling on his lap with a complicated expression, and finally closed his eyes, and his breathing became a little short.

The bright moon hangs high, the sky is full of stars, and the aged wine tastes delicious.

I hope I will be drunk for a long time and never wake up again.

Shen Fubai woke up.

He drank.

But no fragments.

He soberly remembered how he bought a house with bold rhetoric, and how he mistook reality for a dream, and shamelessly pushed Jiang Heng to refresh the lower limit. He still remembered that when Jiang Heng finally carried him upstairs to the bedroom, he was still pestering People are talking nonsense.

What did he say?

Shen Fubai Fangkong's eyes gradually focused.

He said - "Hengheng, let me try again."

Jiang Heng was so frightened that after rinsing his mouth, he threw the quilt on the bed and ran away, not daring to share the same bed with him.

The memory ends.

Shen Fubai closed his eyes in pain.

Waking up to new heights every day.

"Knock Knock-"

The door of the room was opened suddenly, and Jiang Heng stood at the door, looking at him calmly: "Go downstairs for breakfast."

"Ah..." Shen Fubai sat on the head of the bed, in a daze, "Wait a minute, I'll wash my face and rinse my mouth."

Not knowing which word touched Jiang Heng's sensitive nerves, Jiang Heng slammed the door shut and fled.

5 minute later.

Facing the sumptuous breakfast in front of him - toast, eggs, sandwiches, fritters, milk, Shen Fubai asked, "You made it?"

Jiang Heng cut the toast: "No, I bought it."

Shen Fubai looked at the milk in the glass: "This color..."

Jiang Heng immediately put down the knife and fork: "I'll change a glass of juice for you."

It can be seen that he tried his best not to mention the thing that would embarrass Shen Fubai when he said it last night.

Jiang Heng went to the kitchen to freshly squeeze juice, Shen Fubai stared at the glass of milk in a daze.

He picked it up and took a sip, hesitantly, licking his lips.

In fact, he had already forgotten what it was like, but he would not dislike Hengheng's smell.

Shen Fubai only remembered that when he was poured alcohol at the drinking party, the pungent beer entered his throat, which made people feel nauseous.For the sake of human affection, I can't show it, so I can only drink one cup after another with a smile.

Then Heng Heng stood in front of him and drank a lot for him.

He remembered that Hengheng actually didn't like drinking too much.

In Jiang Heng's life, the only wine he likes to drink is Fubai.

At that time, Shen Fubai was so touched that he was in a mess. Later, when he was drunk, he felt that someone was feeding him the hangover soup spoon by spoon.So meticulous care.

like a dream.

That's why last night... was so impulsive.So presumptuous.

And so enthusiastic.

He likes Hengheng.No, he loves him.

He loves Jiang Heng.

When Jiang Heng came out of the kitchen, he saw a pretty and cute cat-like young man holding milk, gently licking off the milky white corners of his lips.It reminded him of how the rose petals were covered with dew last night.

Shen Fubai looked directly at him: "Hengheng."

"Ok?"

Shen Fubai poked the ground and asked, "Why didn't you continue?"

Jiang Heng's juice was almost unsteady.

"Is my behavior not coquettish enough or my appearance not good enough?" Shen Fubai felt inconceivable.He was so messed up last night, yet Heng Heng was able to hold on.

Jiang Heng coughed violently: "Cough cough cough."

Shen Fubai understood: "Could it be that you don't want to infect me because you have a cold?"

Jiang Heng: "No."

Shen Fubai was very sad: "Am I not manly enough? Or not feminine enough? I can change my personality for you."

"No, there's no need." Jiang Heng hurriedly stopped his whims, "It's good that you are like this, you are born to look like I like."

"I just..." Jiang Heng said softly, "I don't want to hurt you."

Men are different from men and require a lot of preparation.Otherwise it will hurt.

This is Jiang Heng's conclusion after checking the encyclopedias of major search engines and consulting with doctors.

So, bear with your desires for it.

Shen Fubai was taken aback, and whispered: "Will it hurt?"

Jiang Heng hesitated: "Probably...." After all, he has never tried it, and he will never try it in his life.

Shen Fubai drank the juice in one gulp: "Forget it, let's start a Jinjiang-style love." He was too afraid of pain.

Jiang Heng had a bad premonition: "What is Jinjiang-style love?" Having read a lot of Tanmei novels, he certainly knew about Jinjiang's website. Because of this, Shen Fubai's words made him feel bad.Very bad.

Shen Fubai said shyly, "It's a platonic spiritual love."

Jiang Heng: No, no, I disagree! ! !