Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

The bridge is confused.

He also lay flat, his eyes were at the same place as Mu Fan's.

"Have you understood the competition system?"

"Well, first submit the work video and personal information, and then participate in the offline audition after passing the audition. Because the band you are making is still far from the traditional audition show, the process is more like recruitment. After the audition, whoever stays and who goes will depend on the production Fang made the final decision, they will select some bands that are suitable to go before the public, and the national competitions after that will be internships, and those who can survive the internships will be the champions.”

Mu Fan said that in the key point that finally made him decide to participate in this show, it was very honest, and honestly explained its own rules, and those who were willing to abide by it stayed, and those who endured it stayed.

"That's not wrong."

"Well, it's actually round, and we won't know the result until after Christmas. Besides, we will continue to fight for other performance opportunities."

He thought very clearly, hoping that he could soar into the sky this time, and would continue to look for more opportunities.

"Sister Lin has found a new job, and she will continue to work as a bartender in the vegetarian bar of her acquaintances, and we will often go to livehouses nearby to perform."

"Great."

Qiao Jue Mu Fan's most admirable point.

He seems to be stuck in the mud, but there is always a hand reaching out to the light.

Will be tired and tired, and will give up.

He stretched out his hand, touched Mu Fan's hand in the dark night, and held it tightly outside the quilt.

"Good night."

"Good night."

……

Too late for incomparable purity.

The progress was so fast that neither of them could react.

Mu Fan originally wanted to take it easy and let Qiao see his sincerity step by step, but things didn't go as expected, Qiao was impulsive, and he was also impulsive.

The last thought before going to sleep, maybe there was an accident that night, maybe Qiao had a nightmare, maybe he didn't sleep well.

Mu Fan fell asleep out of luck, and within half an hour——

Snapped.

A crisp and loud slap on Mu Fan's shoulder woke him up instantly.

"..."

Mu Fan endured it for a long time, struggled with the beast in his heart for a long time, and rolled to sleep on the floor with his pillow.

But he had a good eye, turned on a small bedside lamp, turned on the camera function of his mobile phone, and caught the ironclad evidence that someone was not sleeping well.

six o'clock.

Before dawn, Mu Fan woke up.

He took down the criminal evidence from the bedside, turned on the multiplier and lay down on the floor to read.

After reading it, he had something left in his mind.

The bridge is ashamed of the bridge.

He really hasn't stopped, but the most amazing thing is that no matter how much he punches, kicks, or tosses and turns on the bed, he will roll off the bed, and then at five o'clock, as if returning to his original position, he will return to the original position. Keep your legs together and lie down obediently.

At this time, the only evidence for the quiet Ye Wei was the messy quilt.

Mu Fan didn't read much, and at the end of the day, Lao Tzu also used the word "beautiful".

He didn't intend to use things to break up with Qiao, so he put down his phone and went to wash up.

six o'clock.

It was almost the time Qiao got up, and the moment Mu Fan opened the door, he woke up.

Last night, with a guilty conscience, he went back to the bedroom with Mu Fan and locked the door behind him, but in the end...it was completely useless.

Qiao stood up with his head up, saw Mu Fan's phone on the bed for the first time, and just jumped out of an interface with enough memory.

"Also... too miserable."

Qiao picked up the phone, simply feeling sorry for her boyfriend who had to face the problem of insufficient memory when using a phone.

Guo Mufan's phone didn't have a password lock, and he pointed to the screen to see the super long video that took up all the memory.

"..."

Qiao's inner activities are roughly like: what the hell→really me? →I'm dead and I want to meet people.

He was lazy on the bed for the first time, and when it was time to get up, he pulled the quilt to cover his face, refusing to face the sun.

When Mu Fan came back from washing, he saw the bulging bag on the bed and the displaced cell phone, and knew that Qiao had seen it.

He clicked delete first, and then sat down by the bed.

"I deleted it."

The bridge was moved.

Mu Fan had no choice but to put his hands on him through the quilt, and pressed half of his body over: "Are you acting like a baby with me?"

Qiao exposed half of his face from under the quilt, and the position was chosen cleverly, just eye-to-eye and nose-to-nose with Mu Fan.

The distance is so close that only fingers are left, so that he can almost see Mu Fan's lip lines clearly.

The light outside the window was still very faint, falling lazily, casting a hazy filter on the person in front of him, softening his over-sharp facial features and his attractive size.

Qiao's breathing stopped, for fear of disturbing the beauty of the moment.

But the rosy images of a relationship don't stop at eye contact.

When the warm lips fell down, Qiao made a sound, the sound was strange, even Qiao himself didn't expect it, it was like inviting and acting like a baby, anyway, it was a normal thing.And Mu Fan's shaky rationality was crushed by his voice.

Hugging someone who is aggressive, kissing is almost gnawing, movements without skill at all, purely controlled by thought, so it looks wilder and more seductive.

There was only a long-sleeved T-shirt on Qiao's body, and it was scratched and messed up. Most of the fabric was pushed to his lower abdomen. One long leg was bent, and the soles of his feet rubbed back and forth on the bed.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, blowing the bridge and shaking the spirit, my mind became clearer, and I held someone's wild hand.

"The door is not closed."

Mu Fan's voice is very hoarse, and the words are very sticky: "Besides you and me, there is another person in the house who can get up at six o'clock. I will cut off my head and play it as a ball for you."

Qiao believed in his understanding of the brothers, but pushed him away in embarrassment.

"Close, close the door."

Mu Fan turned to close the door, Qiao tore off his clothes, only then remembered the meaning of 'close the door' to continue.

After half an hour.

Bridge and Evening Sail Station Bathroom.

Mu Fan found brand new toothbrushes, mouthwash cups and towels for Qiao from the daily necessities cabinet, and Qiao stood in front of the mirror blankly.

He had changed back to yesterday's shirt and trousers, with three buttons undone at the neckline, revealing a messy chest.

Qiao still has a directional desire for things. His yearning can be seen from the taste of his usual choice of movies. He usually chooses to come up with passionate action, likes to have a little plot, two people read a book or watch a drama on the sofa, the lighting and atmosphere are perfect. When they are in place, they start to explore each other's bodies little by little.

Pay attention to a gentle and considerate, and gradually.

And Mu Fan's style is probably the one he hated the most before - the mad dog in heat style.

But today he didn't hate it, he was only angry, angry that his "gentleness and consideration" was not used at all, and the whole process was suppressed and guided by Mu Fan. Comforting each other with hands, he was able to pass out of anger on the spot.

"Can you..." Slow down and let me have room to play!

It is too ambiguous to say "light" and "slow" when it comes to things related to the bed.

Qiao had no choice but to hold back his excitement, and looked at the toothbrush Mu Fan handed him: "Can you squeeze some more toothpaste! Squeeze a little toothpaste and you'll search for it."

Mu Fan pulled out a long strip from the toothbrush, filled it up so much, and handed it to Qiao.

"it's OK?"

"Let's do it."

Bridge came over with a good-looking expression.

Mu Fan was very embarrassed by his reaction, knowing what was wrong, he looked down at his hand, the calluses on the fingertips were obvious, showing that the hand was very rough.

Although Qiao went straight into the quilt, allowing him to look at it, he took a sneak peek at it, and found that his hair was also very delicate, the color was very light, and the buttocks were fragile, could it be...

He stretched out his hand in front of the bridge, "Does it hurt you? Then I will change my hand next time."

The first half of the bridge sounds wonderful, but after listening to the second half, the whole person almost flies off the ceiling.

"Tell me... what are you talking about! Can you show some face!!"

Mu Fan supported the washbasin with his hand, seeing Qiao's face getting redder and redder, he returned kindly, smiled and nodded at the mark under Qiao's collarbone: "Tell me if it's comfortable, I can change it again, does it really hurt and apply medicine?"

Qiaojiao kicked the man out.

"Get out of my way!"

He slammed the door shut and locked it!

Qiao turned his head, saw his own embarrassment in the mirror, and sprinkled some water on it.

Pissed off. Pissed off.

He brushed his teeth angrily, washed his face, and rubbed his face with a hard towel that was soaked in water and it hurt.

Pissed off. Pissed off.

Qiao stood in front of the mirror for two seconds before remembering that he actually had a chance to make a fatal blow just now to turn the situation back, and the answer was - change hands, you change places.

Pissed off. Pissed off.

Mu Fan said it was okay, he said that Qiao really felt a little pain, there, and his waist and legs.The movement of the person is also very good, and the strength is also well controlled. There are many marks on his body, a little painful, a little sore, and a little deeper in the bones and a little refreshing...

stop.

Qiao Jue was able to think about it, but the movement of his wrist broke him.

He simply and quickly took a shower, looking at the clothes he wore yesterday, he felt both physically and psychologically comfortable, so he wrapped himself in a bathrobe and asked Mu Fan to find him a clean set.

Mu Fan found him a brand new sweater first, but there were no new pants.

"I'll go and see next door."

Qiao casually took a pair of black overalls of suitable size, "Come on, I think you are dirty, but also your clothes?"

After he finished dressing, he looked in the full-length mirror, Du Mufan's clothes were not as cool as his.

Qiao scratched the broken hair on the top of his head: "You want me to cut my hair too?"

Mu Fan rubbed his soft broken hair and said, "Yes, it's very comfortable."

"?"

Qiao tried to put on the same expression as Mu Fan's 'the whole world owes me money', but he didn't have that natural ruthlessness. After thinking about it, he felt that he should rock the boy's talent.

He gave up.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"There is porridge in the pot, pumpkin and millet porridge."

Hearing a sweet smell blowing towards his face, Qiao felt a little greedy, and he hadn't tasted the food made by Mu Fan for a long time.

"Is there any side dishes?"

"Early in the morning, pickles are ready, I can cook you an extra egg later."

Look, the boyfriend's treatment can boil an extra egg.

Mu Fan went to the kitchen to get busy, and Qiao originally wanted to help, but was ordered to watch TV in the living room.

There are some things that Mu Fan never considered before meeting Qiao.

For example, although it is incredible, some people have never washed dishes or swept the floor since they were born, such as bridges, and dipping their fingers in Yangchun water is a basic requirement for them.

He has a nearly perfect life, with friends, dreams and talents.

When falling in love with this kind of person, Mu Fan knows what other people think, and the first thing he thinks of is what he should do to make him feel that the life after the two of them has more quality and weight than his previous life, and make him feel It's worth spending half your time on yourself.

A super super big problem.