My language is the anchor

"I am back."

Zhang Pinwei glanced at the time, it was the same 05:30, wearing an apron, he felt like an old woman, he yelled that it was time to eat, and told him to wash his hands quickly, then wrapped his hand in gauze, and served the plate with the other, slowly slowly out of the kitchen.

"What is this?" He glanced at the gift box on the table.

Han Wuyu walked out of the bathroom: "Morning anchor Li Ziya gave it to me. Thank you for helping her out last time."

He also said that at the last meeting, Li Ziya's documents were not brought, so he transferred his own documents to her, and solved the problem for her before the assistant manager found out.

Zhang Pinwei groaned, opened the gift box, and frowned.

Rosé wine.

Plus a little card with a light perfume scent?

"...My language, let's have dinner together at noon on Saturday, okay? Wait for your reply. Ziya."

Han Wuyu was taken aback for a while, walked towards him, picked up the card, and blushed for the first time.

"I... I don't know what she means." Put the gift box away.

Zhang Pinwei raised his eyebrows: "I didn't say anything."

Han Wuyu glanced at him: "I will tell her well."

Zhang Pinwei hummed: "Don't return the wine either. Let's drink it."

"But……"

"After that, I'll buy you a bottle and return it to her."

"what?"

"Or do you want to play with her that you pay back a bottle and she pays back a dozen?"

Han Wuyu quickly shook his head: "No."

Zhang Pinwei nodded in satisfaction, and he took another look at the bottle of red wine while eating.

"It feels like you have changed a lot in the company."

He couldn't hide the loneliness in his heart. The four months of rehabilitation, plus the one month of coma before, added up to nearly half a year. He couldn't return to work. Be strong and manly.

"Brother Ning Xia said..."

"Um?"

"He said I became like you."

Zhang Pinwei paused, and curled the corners of his mouth: "It turns out that you took my place."

Han Wuyu followed with a chuckle: "We are waiting for your return."

Zhang Pinwei nodded: "I also want to go back. After you became the anchor, I haven't filmed once. I feel very disadvantaged."

"What are you talking about..."

At the small dining table of the two, they chatted without saying a word. Zhang Pinwei said that when he first came out of the society, he applied for a job as a photography assistant for STV, but he never touched photography once after he came in.

"My job is to do odd jobs. I can do everything. I'm worse than an assistant."

Han Wuyu was surprised when he heard this: "They don't know you won the award?"

Cheung Pin Wai chuckled: "I remember I wrote it on my resume, it seems to have been ignored." He added: "It just sharpens my arrogance of winning awards."

He felt that it was a grind, very lonely, very lonely. He won an award at the age of 28. He was a young man with high spirits. He suddenly came to this small TV station. No one knew his fame. Thinking of myself, I asked a question, and then I saw the sun again and met the camera.

"However, until the day when I take the camera, I will replace the original person who took the camera. Thinking of this replacement, I don't know why, and I feel a little emotional." The tone couldn't hide the loneliness.

Han Wuyu looked at him, reached out and touched his hand: "In my heart, no one can replace you."

When he replaced the former anchor, he was also afraid of Pinwei's position. He thought about what if, if, and possible, he would be replaced by someone else, and he also cried secretly because of this.Now, cherishing after losing and recovering, let me change and learn to be strong, but because of this kind of strength, Zhang Pinwei feels lonely.

Zhang Pinwei paused, his face turned red, and he looked at Han Wuyu, only to find that he had a serious face, as if he didn't know that he had said sweet words of love, just because such words were wishes from the heart.He was holding the dishes with one hand, and Han Wuyu took them naturally. Looking at his back washing the dishes, he hugged him from behind and rested his forehead on his back.

"sorry."

Han Wuyu stopped washing the dishes: "What?"

Zhang Pinwei leaned on him: "When the car overturned, what I had in my mind was the image of you in my arms." Putting his arms around his waist, he said: "If I really die, I think I will leave with a smile of."

Han Wu paused and his body shook.

Zhang Pinwei put his left hand from his abdomen, touched his undulating chest, and pressed his beating heart: "I didn't realize that I was selfish until today. It turns out that those who are left behind will suffer so much."

Just now I found out that when I was struggling with my loneliness, when I felt that Han Wuyu had become strong and manly, his third master didn't want those so-called strong and manly at all.

"I'll hurry back."

Han Wuyu gave a choked up hum.

"You're too manly to be harassed by those women."

Han Wuyu burst into tears and laughed.

"I like your man too, but I like your occasional shy and flustered look even more."

Han Wuyu blinked, tears dripping down.

Zhang Pinwei licked his neck and unbuttoned his shirt with his left hand: "Third Master, you may have to masturbate for a while before my right hand is healed."

He touched his chest with his left hand, touched his chest point, slid to his lower abdomen, and unbuttoned his pants.

Han Wuyu half turned his head to look at him suspiciously.

Zhang Pinwei licked his earlobe: "Just...mantle on the bed a little bit."

Han Wuyu pushed him away angrily: "I thought you were in pain. I have to wash the dishes. You go take a shower."

Zhang Pinwei wrapped his arms around him ambiguously again, kissed his neck, and then turned and walked into the bathroom. It took him most of the time to undress, and he sat on the small bench, letting the shower drench him.

He should have realized that Han Wuyu would go home at 05:30 every day and stay by his side. He would not go anywhere. It was obviously such an uneasy move, but he took his bravery as being strong.

"Oh...Zhang Pinwei, you did a good job..." I blamed myself.

He also said that he wanted to be his man, but in this relationship, his mother exploded.

He rubbed the bubbles on the top of his head with one hand, and the bubbles slid down and covered his face. He closed his eyes and fumbled blindly for the faucet, but before he touched it, the warm water splashed on his head to wash his hair and wipe his face. Soap up and brush your back.He grabbed the hand that wiped his body again, kissed Han Wuyu sideways, and when his center of gravity was unstable, he leaned against the wall behind him and hugged him. His kiss was a bit chaotic and impatient. When Han Wuyu kissed back , more out of control.

The two under the shower licked and kissed the water drops on each other. Zhang Pinwei touched his chest with his left hand, slid over his waist, and pressed his lower body to him. Han Wuyu put his hands on the ground and sat halfway on him, his face He didn't know whether it was emotional blush or shyness, he lowered his lips to him and kissed him, rubbed his lower body against his, and bit his lip after Zhang Pinwei let out a cry when Zhang Pinwei's fingers slipped behind him.

"Don't bite..." Zhang Pinwei leaned up and kissed, his eyes were red, he raised his head and kissed again.

"Don't let me...mantle a little..."

Zhang Pinwei touched his buttocks with his left palm: "Limited time. Before my right hand recovers."

Han Wuyu followed his hand, sat down slowly, and panted on his body with unbearable emotion: "Allow you...to be a bitch...for a limited time..."

Zhang Pinwei's eyes were red again, he hummed, and pressed his waist and buttocks towards him, he couldn't tell if the rhythm of the waist was too passionate to make him cry, or it was the time limit that made him too excited.

He only knows that for himself, no one can replace Hanwu.

The passion under the shower made each other sore. After washing and washing, the two kissed each other while wiping each other's hair. The passion again, the two smiled and said that they should never engage in romance in the bathroom, half pushing and half kissing, Get into bed.When Zhang Pinwei was kissing the side of his leg, he was still laughing at the indentation of the bathroom floor tiles on his knee, but after turning over in Han Wuyu, he heard him teasing, saying that his back was like a charcoal-grilled steak Same.

"Third Master...you are really... more and more like me."

Han Wuyu's face was pressed against his back intimately, and after a moment of silence, he turned over again to let Zhang Pinwei press himself on him, and put his arms around his waist.

"You know... I still like it that way."

Zhang Pinwei propped it up with one hand, looked down at him, and kissed him again, wishing that every inch of skin on his body could touch him, and the heat of friction made the two of them entangled again.

His third master still likes to be in his arms.

Although, now that I am a motherfucker, I still like it.

***

In the studio after the shutdown, Han Wuyu rubbed his sore waist, stretched, and rested on the back of the chair.Over the past month, Zhang Pinwei's skill in acting like a baby has increased dramatically. Last night, after teasing him about being a "sissy", he caught him back on the bed again, proving that he is not a sissy, and only let him go when he begged for mercy.

After feeling numb and trembling in the morning, he found in the bathroom that the white turbidity that had not been cleaned last night flowed out from between the thighs. For the first time, he stretched out his hand and used his fingers to clean the gap between the thighs. He thought of Zhang Pinwei's intrusion, which also gave him desire.The previous self would struggle, because of such intrusion, bending under a man's arms, enjoying the pleasure, making him unable to distinguish whether he was a man or a woman, but after Zhang Pinwei showed weakness to himself, he realized what was under his arms. I am the Han Wuyu who can be herself calmly, even though she feels like a woman.

"Bitch me?"

He got up, picked up the documents in his hands, and walked to the office. In the corridor, he met Li Ziya with a pale face.

"you're uncomfortable?"

Li Ziya nodded: "Woman, menstrual period." She hugged her belly.

Han Wuyu saw that she was wearing a vest, looking very cold, and took off her suit to cover her shoulders.

"You ask for leave and go home to rest. For the meeting in the afternoon, I'll help you talk to the assistant manager." He poured her a glass of warm water.

Li Ziya held the hot water and sat on a chair in the corridor: "I thought you rejected me."

"what?"

Li Ziya looked at him and curled his mouth: "The wine I gave you last time had a small card. You didn't respond, so I thought there was no hope."

After a pause in Han Wu, he forgot.

Liziya said again, "The ring on your finger is fake, right?"

Han Wuyu was taken aback again.

Li Ziya showed a sweet smile and got up slowly.

"I like you." After saying that, a slight blush appeared on his face, and he said that he had to host the special broadcast later, put on his suit jacket, turned and left.

Han Wuyu couldn't express the complexity in his heart. When he admitted that he was kneeling under a man like a woman, he was confessed by a woman.He felt that he should make it clear, so he took two steps and went to Li Ziya.

"Anchor Li."

Li Ziya was still smiling sweetly, looking at him: "What's wrong?"

Han Wuyu pointed to his ring: "This is true."

Li Ziya had a look of disbelief, said that there was no time, and turned around and entered the studio.

Han Wuyu turned his head helplessly, but met Zhao Xicheng and smiled awkwardly: "Uncle, did you see it?"

"Fantasy, you are too caressing."

Han Wuyu exhaled helplessly again: "Uncle, you know it's impossible."

Zhao Xicheng chuckled, glanced at him, and stopped teasing him.

There are some jokes that he can't say, such as "it's hard to say, there is nothing impossible between men and women", in their circle, it is a joke, but for his excessive past, this sentence will not be joke.

"Pinwei, are you at work today?"

Han Wuyu nodded, then said ah, then turned to look at the studio door where Li Ziya had just entered: "Do you think he... will see that coat..."

Zhao Xicheng laughed loudly: "Yes." That's for sure.

Han Wuyu sighed again: "I really will..." Tired and thinly dressed, he sneezed.

Zhao Xicheng took off his coat and covered him: "Put it on. I still have one."

Han Wuyu nodded, accepting his kindness. The information in his hand did not allow him to continue to struggle. After entering the meeting room, he was busy.After being busy for a while, he couldn't bear the exhaustion and lay down on the table to take a nap.

Passing by his desk, Zhao Xicheng stopped, looked at him for a while, flicked his bangs with his fingers, and took another look at him, caught a glimpse of the hickey on his neck, and lowered his eyes.

"Korean language."

He yelled softly, but the person in front of him was still fast asleep.

"I like you."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Han Wuyu who was still sound asleep, sighed, looked up and saw Zhang Pinwei standing in front of him, he was embarrassed for a while, looked away, passed Zhang Pinwei, and walked to the elevator.