Tired ABO

Chu Yan blinked, and slowly grinned at Suiyu, her peach blossom eyes curved, and the small mole under her eyelids also curved.

Suiyu raised his hand to rub his hair, patted his back, and said softly, "Good boy."

Chu Yan nodded obediently, suddenly lost the desire to complain, and jumped down the steps.

He consciously stopped the words.

When Deng Jun called again, Chu Yan was busy in the kitchen.

Suiyu in the living room came over with his mobile phone, "Chuchu."

"Huh?" Chu Yan looked back while holding the spatula.

"There is a phone." Suiyu handed over the phone.

Chu Yan glanced at the screen, wiped his left hand on the apron, and stretched out his hand to catch it.

Unexpectedly, Suiyu passed his hand directly, swiped the answer button, and raised the phone to his ear.

"Hello," Chu Yan blinked at Suiyu.

Suiyu leaned on the glazed platform next to him, with a smile on his lips, watching him.

"Su Zhi?" Chu Yan frowned, "How could he contact you?"

Deng Jun's tone on the phone was agitated. Although he also found it strange, this is a pie that fell from the sky, and it would be too stupid not to take it.

"It wasn't him who contacted me, it was me who happened to meet him in Shuying after talking to Meng Qin. When I was leading Lianyun, I met him several times in a production crew," Deng Jun tried his best to put on a persuasive look. The reason for himself and Chu Yan, "Lian Yun seems to have a little friendship with him. When I went to greet him, he asked casually, and I just told you about you. I didn't expect him to agree!!"

"Hahaha!" Deng Jun slapped his thigh and laughed out of joy, "I actually agreed!"

Chu Yan was still frowning, and he was about to say, "Never mind him! Don't reject the ones that come to your door in vain, so I will arrange a time as soon as possible, and you hurry up and go there first, and I'm sorry that Su Zhi won't be able to go back on his word."

Deng Jun set the hammer in one go, he can't control so much, Su Zhi's qualifications are older than Meng Qin, and he is also a celebrity. After Meng Qin was blocked at the age of 40, Su Zhi retired after holding all the best actor trophies at the age of 31. Living behind the scenes, he now maintains the frequency of one play a year, no matter the protagonist or supporting role, as long as the script catches his eye, he will act it.

Like Lian Yun, who retired from filming in the past two years, he is famous enough not to care about the big screen. He is a visiting professor in Shuying, and he goes to lectures every now and then, and his life is happy.

Besides, Su Zhi is only 37 years old now, if he acts in some kind of drama later, and by the way supports Chu Yan, it will be enough for them to earn money.

Chu Yan had nothing to say, knowing that what he said now was useless.

"Find time to treat Su Zhi to a meal, and you call Lian Yun." Chu Yan said, he doesn't like accepting favors from others inexplicably, he and Su Zhi have never met before, and he knows that he is not famous enough to be known by Su Zhi , and the bridge between the two of them he now only knows is Lianyun.

Maybe he was just looking at Lian Yun's face, maybe Lian Yun had learned about him from Deng Jun, and maybe he mentioned it casually when chatting with Su Zhi.

Or was it specially given by someone?

Thinking about this, Chu Yan immediately raised his eyes to look at Suiyu beside him.

Suiyu raised his hand for a long time, but he didn't feel sore. He still maintained that posture. Seeing Chu Yan looking over, the smile on the corner of his mouth deepened.

At home, he usually wears a hosta in his hair, which is loosely tied at the back, and a few strands of hair on both sides hang down unintentionally and flutter around.

Chu Yan stared at the strand of hair that got under Suiyu's collar, couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pull it out, his cool fingertips ran across the warm skin.

His fingertips trembled.

Suiyu smiled lightly, reaching up to hold his hand.

"Okay," Deng Jun on the other end of the phone understood what he meant. Thinking of the last time Lian Yun asked Chu Yan, he said again, "Lian Yun asked me to thank you for the last time. Helped you shirk his appointment for dinner, or, let's go together another day?"

Chu Yan was following Yu to fight for his hand, and as soon as he retracted, Sui Yu held his hand tighter.

"You can figure it out," Chu Yan replied absently, "I'm dead."

After he finished speaking, he motioned Suiyu to take away the phone.

Suiyu smiled, held his hand and pulled him forward suddenly.

Chu Yan jumped into his arms unexpectedly, and he leaned back with difficulty, trying to keep the two of them from getting too close.

He was still holding the spatula in his hand, "Ah Sui." He twisted his waist, trying to retreat.

Suiyu folded his legs, sandwiched Chu Yan between his legs, and looked at him leisurely.

The apron was a pale pink half skirt, thin and hung around his waist.

Two slender straps on either side, stretching all the way to his back.

He was wearing a white t-shirt and gray shorts, and his calves below the knees were bright milky white.

With the tip of Suiyu's tongue touching his upper jaw, he suddenly stretched out his hand, went around Chu Yan's back, and untied the two straps.

The tape came apart suddenly, Chu Yan was startled, and was about to speak, when Deng Jun's voice came from the phone again.

Deng Jun was still chattering, and before he finished speaking, Chu Yan said that he would hang up, so he naturally said to wait, he looked at the phone and saw that it was indeed not hung up, so he started talking excitedly.

As a result, he said that he didn't see anyone back for a long time, "Where is the person?!"

Before he had time to question again, he heard an unbearable low moan of "Um..." and was startled.

When Deng Jun heard it at first, he didn't dare to speak, so he hung up the phone.

Chu Yan raised his small fist and lightly patted Suiyu's shoulder.

This man is so annoying, I kissed him before the phone was hung up.

He didn't respond, and let him rush in.

He didn't hear a single word of what Deng Jun said just now.

Tongue and teeth entangled for a long time, so long that Chu Yan dropped the spatula and climbed up Suiyu's neck.

Suiyu let him go.

Suiyu looked at the person in his arms and laughed.

Chu Yan gasped for breath, and wanted to stare at him when he heard him laugh.

Suiyu put the spatula he caught into the sink, looked at him with a smile, and lightly scratched the tip of Chu Yan's nose, "I'm hungry."

Chu Yan's eyes were filled with coquettish anger, "Fry two more side dishes and you're ready to eat."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the prepared dishes, pouted his mouth.

Suiyu looked at Liuli Terrace, smiled and said nothing, pinched Chu Yan's shoulders, told him to turn around, and lowered his head to re-tie the belt of the apron for him.

Suiyu tugged at both sides of the fresh little bow, hummed, and accepted Chu Yan's words.

Chu Yan looked at the back of Suiyu walking away, his back suddenly collapsed, he let out a sigh of relief, silently slowed down for a while, turned around and continued cooking.