Picture my love

In order to agree to Wen Ling's matter, Xiao He attended the reception that was originally rejected. He and Mr. Jin Zhu were arranged in adjacent seats. I don't know if someone did it deliberately.

Thinking of Zhuang Du's generous recovery of all his resources, and now he is a co-artist of Jinzhu Company, with the endorsement in hand, Xiao He stretched out his hand, with a detached and courteous demeanor, "...It's a pleasure to meet you for the first time. "

Zhuang Du held it lightly and quickly let it go, his expression was serious and impeccable.

Having been succeeded by the old man, Xiao He thought angrily, if it wasn't for the two limited skins of Wenling's baby in the game, he would not be willing to sell his hue again.

At the banquet, people exchanged cups of wine, talked and laughed at Yan Yan, and exchanged glasses for money and interests. The donor was too close. He raised his glass and took a sip, and his feet had already crossed the line skillfully to tease the other party's calf.

There was a dark tide under the table, and when it was time to end, Xiao He drank the red wine in his glass and left alone. After a while, Zhuang Du disappeared.

He pushed open the door of the bathroom, and put up a "cleaning" sign by the way. Zhuang Du must not have thought of this. There were many celebrities from all walks of life at the party, and the patron certainly didn't like being interrupted halfway through.

Just now, he just teased him casually, Zhuang Du's face remained unchanged, but his bottom was a little hardened, success came too easily, Xiao He didn't think it was a good thing.

...He thought when he was pressed against the compartment door, the old man was as expected.

I don't know if the benefactor is too busy with work or because he is used to having too much taste. These days, he has no entertainment like him, and he completely hardened after reaching out and touching it. Xiao He feels a sense of accomplishment in his heart.This time he couldn't make the job, the space here was too small for the old man to use it, so he simply went upstairs and opened a room.

"……do you miss me."

Xiao He was pushed so hard that he couldn't make a sound. To be honest, he thought, he had an excuse again, and naturally pushed the boat along.The patron's style has been wild the last few times, and he couldn't stand it, "Easy...light..."

"It can't be taken lightly," Zhuang Du bit his earlobe, "I've been worrying too much recently, so I need you to relieve my worries."

"Ah, ah..."

The gold master kissed him innocently, but the bottom was very dirty, "...Xiaohe, love me."

Xiaohe was in so much pain that he hated him to death, and Jin wanted to buy his sincerity with a price, and he might not be able to bear the price of a popular idol.He also hid many things from the old man. He wanted to believe the black material brainwashed on the Internet after reading it. Once he found out, would he have to break up again.

"Practice more vocal music, your voice will be good...you can even sing better, this is a lifetime thing."

Xiao He grabbed the bed sheet and arched his waist, and Zhuang Du kissed him very preciously.

The gold master hugged him and did it again in the bathroom. After hearing the love words, the little lover became cute again, and clung to him and refused to leave, "Are you familiar with Yu Ning?"

When relaying the story, Wen Ling didn't quite understand why, but he felt very sorry when he saw the naked marks on Xiao He's body.

"For my business..."

Xiao He looked at the collarbone along his line of sight, with a calm expression: "It's just free prostitution and it's not a loss, besides, I like it very much."

It was really hard for Wen Ling to understand, but it was hard to ask further, but Xiao He saw something, "...you haven't communicated with the actor yet?"

...The communication was an exchange, but nothing sparked. Wen Ling was a little embarrassed: "I'm not very good at it."

"It's better to learn a little bit, and you will like it after you know it."

The old man has no good points, he lowers his head and bites the straw, never treats him badly, nor treats himself badly.

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The benefactor's new love appeared so suddenly that Xiao He slammed the door and left without looking back.

He originally thought that he bowed his head between the two of them, and both of them took a step back, and life would still be the same as before, but when he saw the old man hugging someone else and kissing, he found that he had overestimated his place in Zhuang Du's heart. status.

From the beginning, there was only love between them, not love.

"Gold master" and "lover", there are no more suitable words to describe the relationship between them.

The old man's freshness is over for a while, so it's not a big deal to change his taste.He comforted himself while driving, and when the traffic policeman stopped the car and knocked on the window, he was startled by the tears on his face.

"Uncle Traffic Police, I'm sorry," the ticket was wet with tears, "...my wife cheated on me, and I feel very sad now."

The traffic policeman gave him a sympathetic look, and persuaded him: "Wearing a cuckold also has to pay attention to safety, if something happens to you, will you be a cheap adulterer?"

That's right, Xiao He wiped away his tears, and angrily asked someone to go out for a drink to vent his anger.He drank cup by cup in a hurry, and after drinking half of it, he wanted to talk, and finally opened his mouth, "... Heh, man."

The teammates present looked at each other in blank dismay, and Wen Ling was the first to break the deadlock: "Mr. Zhuang is no longer a man?"

Xiao He slammed the cup on the table, and everyone's eyelids jumped: "I saw him kissing an [-]th line I don't know in his office."

"Shameless! Help you insult that old man!"

"Just insulting is not enough," the straight boy Duan Tian had a clear mind, and gave instructions on the spot, "You also sleep him and then go to sleep with someone else, even then break up."

"..."

Doing it with tears sounds too inspirational, not suitable for Xiao Miao's extravagant and unspoken rules of nurturing. Wen Ling respectfully poured wine for him, and calmly analyzed: "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. If Mr. Zhuang is a casual person, why bother last time?" Come to the company in person to seek reconciliation."

Obviously it was the gold master who sent a message asking him to send a document, and he knew he would come to the office, but let him see such a scene, what was Zhuang Du thinking, did he think he was bored and wanted him to be more interesting.

"The relationship that comes out of sleep is always unreliable... Does he like me or does he like to sleep with me? He is the gold master, so many handsome men and women come and go as soon as he is called, what am I, the more expensive one... "

Wen Ling didn't know what to say.

"If there is the first one, there will be the second one," Xiao He's tone sounded very sad, "... I met it today, and I don't know how many people have not met it."

Wen Ling comforted him, "Maybe Mr. Zhuang has already refused many times, so don't think too much."

Zhuang Du called several times on the way, but Xiao He didn't answer and didn't want to go back. Half an hour later, Yu Ning called Wen Ling and asked him where he was drinking and when he would go back.

"In a while, it won't be too late, so don't worry," Wen Ling glanced at the empty bottle on the table, "I didn't drink much, mainly because Xiao Miao was in a bad mood."

Yu Ning seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Mr. Zhuang came to ask me about the address, and he will pick up someone later. What's the situation now?"

Wen Ling also hesitated, "What is Mr. Zhuang's attitude... If you really like Xiao Miao, you shouldn't make him sad."

In the end, he still asked Zhuang Du to pick him up, Wen Ling felt a little uneasy, and didn't know if he had done something bad with good intentions.

Emotional things are like people drinking water. Bystanders can see clearly because they are not affected by subjective factors, but emotion itself is a subjective thing, how can it be judged by objective standards.