I became popular after divorcing Mr. Ba [Entertainment]

The silence of the room.

After a long time, Fu Jingcheng propped himself on the ground with one hand, and stood up with his long legs. The expression on his face was still unbelievable, "I...I don't believe it!"

"What's unbelievable?" Yuan Fei raised his chin slightly, with a meaningful smile hanging on the corner of his lips, "Could it be that Mr. Fu really thinks that he is very skilled?"

This arc was automatically interpreted as a sarcasm, and the bulging veins on the man's temple twitched a few times.

He closed his eyes, walked over step by step, knelt on the bed on one knee, and leaned over in front of the young man, "So, when you were on the bed before, it was always... all..."

As if it was hard to say, the sexy thin lips opened and closed several times, and then managed to squeeze out a few words: "...pretending?"

The man's eyes were so shocked and hurt, Yuan Fei tried his best to hold back his laughter, and replied calmly: "After all, I am an actor, and my acting skills are not bad. This...isn't that difficult?"

Fu Jingcheng suddenly lowered his head when he heard the words.

"Ahem, that..." Yuan Fei suddenly felt a little unbearable. This kind of thing is said so bluntly. For a man, it seems that the blow is a bit too big?

"Actually, it's nothing, this kind of thing is not necessary—"

Before he finished speaking, the man threw him down on the soft quilt.

"I don't know, you haven't told me all this time, I thought you..." Fu Jingcheng buried his head in his fragrant neck, "I thought you were also very..."

"Don't you think... I was so happy that I cried?" Yuan Fei still thought it was funny, "You haven't done the one below, have you?"

The man's skills are not good, but he is so big that it is unbearable. After he lost half his life for the first time, he learned to be good, kneeling in the bathtub and preparing himself for the intense shame.But it happens that men's interest is often caught off guard, so every time it is still painful.

What surprised him was that the other party thought he was comfortable every time?

"I, I..." Fu Jingcheng's breathing became heavier and faster, and the tips of his ears turned red quietly, "I have no experience, I have only done it with you, I really don't know..."

In fact, he seldom even relieved himself before. He had been abstinent for more than [-] years, and when he encountered a little guy, he would be struck by lightning.

But he always thought that Yuan Fei was as comfortable and indulging as him, but he never thought that it turned out to be like this.

The stubby hair rubbed against the soft neck, Yuan Fei shrank up timidly, "Get up first, don't press me down."

"I will study hard." Fu Jingcheng raised his head suddenly, stared at him very seriously, and said in a serious tone like discussing academics: "I will definitely improve my skills to make you comfortable."

Yuan Fei:? ? ?

"What's none of my business?" He was belatedly aware of the weirdness and ambiguity of this topic, and his little face flushed instantly, "Whether your skills are good or not is none of my business."

Fu Jingcheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice became hoarse, "Then whose business is it?"

"Love so and so!" Yuan Fei was ashamed and annoyed, and suddenly pushed his chest that was close at hand, "Fu Jingcheng, are you still shameless?"

"Shameless." The corners of his lips raised unconsciously, Fu Jingcheng held his white and tender little hand, and put it on his face, "I only want you."

"You—" Yuan Fei couldn't say anything to him, so he had to rub himself up to the head of the bed, sat up his upper body, and changed the subject: "Are you crazy enough? Can you take me home now?"

Fu Jingcheng chased up, sat face to face with the little guy, and asked stubbornly: "You haven't answered me yet, why did he touch you?"

After a full circle, the topic returned to the original point.

Yuan Fei raised his hand and stroked his forehead, and replied helplessly: "There is nowhere, and you came here before three seconds of hugging."

Fu Jingcheng took a long breath, halfway through, he sucked it back, "I heard him confess to you."

Yuan Fei raised his eyes, "So?"

"Then you...how did you answer him?" Fu Jingcheng's tongue seemed to be tied up, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

He has always firmly remembered the agreement between the two of them, and now the three-month period has passed more than half, if something goes wrong halfway, he will go crazy.

Yuan Fei was silent for several seconds, and said with a half-smile, "Do you really want to know how I answered?"

Fu Jingcheng looked away in embarrassment, "If the answer is not what I want, I won't listen."

His deceitful appearance made people laugh, and felt a little pitiful.

Isn't this the way the game of love is, whoever falls in love first loses, and whoever loves more will become humble.

"I rejected him." Yuan Fei lowered his eyelashes, "The purpose of meeting today is to speak clearly."

The eggplant-like man who was beaten by frost just a second ago came back to life in an instant, light bulbs lit up in both eyes, "Really? Really? You really rejected him!"

But before Yuan Fei opened his mouth, he frowned worryingly again, "But what if he stalks like me—"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, and quickly closed his mouth again.

"Fu Jingcheng, you also know that you are a stalker?" Yuan Fei was amused by him again, "Very good, it's rare that self-knowledge has returned."

This time the man didn't blush, "No, I'll find a way to make him give up completely."

"Don't touch him." Yuan Fei frowned when he heard that, "According to the degree of annoyingness, you have been more annoying than him in the past year."

Fu Jingcheng was choked up by the phrase "You are more annoying than him", and for a moment he didn't know how to defend himself, his handsome eyebrows drooped again, "Am I really annoying?"

Yuan Fei let out an "hmm".

In fact, he had already realized at a certain moment that whether it was before or after the divorce, the man in front of him was always different in his heart.

He could refuse once, twice, or three times with a cold face, but he couldn't resist being frozen and disintegrated bit by bit as he approached and begged again and again.

He also asked himself repeatedly, why should he be so cheap?What is different about this man in front of him?Is it the face?is the figure?Is it a strange brain circuit?Or when you were young, you decided to die without repentance?

He hadn't got the answer himself.

"Okay, I'm going back." Yuan Fei suppressed his chaotic thoughts and kicked the man opposite, "Get up and take me home."

"It's so late, can't you just sleep here?" Fu Jingcheng leaned over and launched a pitiful eye attack more and more skillfully: "Today is my birthday, can you stay with me?"

"Birthday?" Yuan Fei blinked, "Sorry, I forgot, happy birthday."

Although the phrase "Happy Birthday" seemed a bit perfunctory compared to before, Fu Jingcheng was still satisfied.

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the back of the young man's bulging head, "After you left, everything in the room has not been touched, even the bed sheets are still your favorite set."

"Do you know which set of bed sheets I like the most?" Yuan Fei followed his words and looked down at the bed sheet under him. The familiar blue dotted with a few white flowers was really his favorite bed.

"Wait—" He couldn't help raising his eyes and asked, "You don't...you haven't washed this bed sheet for a year, have you?"

Fu Jingcheng: "...washed."

After he left, he suffered from insomnia all night long, and at the most difficult time, he could only hug the pillow he used to sleep on to calm his frantically beating nerves.

But every time I wash it, the smell left on it will be a little lighter.

So tonight, whatever he says, he must leave the person in front of him.

"I promise I won't touch you. I'll go to sleep in the study." Fu Jingcheng raised his hands and stepped back little by little, "I said before that I will never do anything to you without your consent."

Even if his desire to touch him at this moment is about to burn him to ashes, he can only choose to take a cold shower to calm down.

Yuan Fei looked him up and down, and finally compromised: "I'm leaving early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I'll see you off." Fu Jingcheng got out of bed and walked towards the door.

Before he opened the door and left, he couldn't help but turn around and ask, "How many points do I have now? When will I reach full marks?"

"What's the rush?" Yuan Fei snorted lightly, "Practice your skills first."

Fu Jingcheng: "...How can I practice alone?"

"That's your business." Yuan Fei waved his hand, "Back off."

The man walked out of the room with an aggrieved face, closed the door softly, and finally said in a low voice: "Good night, have a good dream."

***

When Yuan Fei woke up the next day, looking at the strange yet familiar room, he fell into a trance for a while.

After a while, he came back to his senses, got up to wash, and opened the closet to look for clothes he could wear.

At 07:30, Yuan Fei walked down the stairs, moved the tip of his nose, and smelled the aroma of food.

"Mother Lin, what are you doing delicious?" He buttoned the last button and walked towards the kitchen.

"I made breakfast." A deep magnetic voice sounded.

Yuan Fei's footsteps paused, and a tall and strong man in an apron appeared in his eyes.

After two seconds of silence, he let out a "poof" laugh.

Wearing this apron on Fu Jingcheng's body is like an adult stealing a child's clothes. It is a lot shorter and stretched tightly on his body, which is ridiculous and ridiculous.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Jingcheng's ears crept up again, and he turned his head to pretend not to be embarrassed: "I made breakfast, it must be better than last time, you can go after eating."

Yuan Fei held back a smile and trembled all over, "...Okay."

"Stop laughing, little rascal." Fu Jingcheng tore off the ridiculous apron on his body, walked forward in a few strides, picked him up and put him on the table against the wall, "Are you so happy to see me make a fool of yourself?"

"How could it be hahahaha..." Yuan Fei lost his skills as soon as he opened his mouth, "I just haha... I think haha ​​you look so virtuous hahahahaha..."

He laughed so hard that he almost fell, but fortunately Fu Jingcheng hugged him tightly.

"Are you virtuous?" The man lowered his eyes and pressed the back of his neck. "As long as you agree to get back together, I will cook for you every day. If you like to see me wear an apron, I will show you how to wear it every day."

"It's not hahaha..." The little pointed chin slammed on the broad shoulders, and it slowly calmed down after laughing enough, "Mr. Fu, I have to remind you, don't talk too much, it's easy to stand up oh."

"I will do what I say." Fu Jingcheng secretly kissed the top of his soft and fluffy hair thinking that no one knew it, "If you don't believe me, you can try it."

"Tch, I'm not going to be fooled by you." Yuan Fei turned his face faster than turning a book, pushed the man away, and jumped down lightly, "Hurry up and eat, I'm going back to the set after eating."

After simply finishing breakfast, and rejecting Fu Jingcheng's offer to send him off, Yuan Fei randomly picked a car in the garage and drove away.

"The car will be returned to you, and you can ask Special Assistant Liang to pick it up." Yuan Fei put on his sunglasses and waved to the man standing at the door, "Mr. Fu, thank you for your hospitality."

Fu Jingcheng was tortured all morning, but he could only stand there and grind his molars secretly, pretending to be extremely normal, "Be careful on the road, and give me a message when you arrive."

Yuan Fei squinted at him through the gap in his sunglasses, with the corners of his lips curved, "Goodbye, Mr. Fu."

"Remember to take some time to think of me." The dark eyes were glued to the young man.

"I won't miss you, I don't have time." Yuan Fei withdrew his eyes and added ruthlessly: "Too busy."

Fu Jingcheng: "..."

The car slowly drove out of the Fu family's villa. At this moment, neither of them realized that this farewell, when they saw each other again, was completely changed.

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