After the disbandment of Tiantuan, I became popular

Lu Xi looked at him for a while.

Normally at such times, He Junchao was already prepared to be called boring and childish by him, and maybe he would get a disdainful smile.

But just when he had done enough psychological construction, he didn't wait for the other party's ridicule.

Lu Xi chuckled, turned her eyes away, and said with unknown emotion, "What are you talking about?"

His voice was very soft, as seductive as a thin willow leaf, but it could not be grasped and drifted away with the wind.

After he walked towards the door, He Junchao came to his senses and followed up immediately: "What do you mean I said, hey, I'm asking you something!"

In the evening, they had dinner with a bunch of investors, as well as Director Wan and the assistant director.

Lu Xi looked around, but did not see Guan Qing.

"He still has another scene, so he's in a hurry." Sitting next to him, He Junchao said.

Lu Xi was surprised and said, "Is this...a joke?"

He Junchao frowned and didn't speak, but his expression was tacit.

Lu Xi was quite shocked. He didn't expect that Director Wan would use an actor who was a spoiler. Even though he was very famous, it meant that he couldn't concentrate on shooting this movie.

"The director is considering a replacement, but there is no suitable candidate for the time being." He Junchao said, "You don't have to worry about it, even if it's a drama, Guan Qing can do a good job."

Lu Xi nodded, and knew that she probably had hope.

During the banquet, he inevitably drank a lot of wine.

In fact, Lu Xi's drinking capacity is average, the kind that only takes a few drinks, but when she came out of the hotel, she was quite conscious.

He has a characteristic of drinking, that is, he doesn't show his face, and he looks like a normal person, so that everyone thinks he is not drunk.

It wasn't until he got into the car that He Junchao realized that something was wrong.

Lu Xi undid a few buttons, slumped on the seat, and stared blankly.

This was the first time that He Junchao had seen him so lazy. Usually, he would stand up and sit down.

Looking at his bright eyes and drooping eyelids, He Junchao said in a soft voice, "Drunk?"

Lu Xi opened her mouth and said, "I'm not feeling well here."

He reached out and rubbed his stomach.

When he opened his mouth, He Junchao realized that he was not drunk anymore, maybe he didn't even know where he was.

How could a normal Lu Xi talk like this, taking every word seriously, like a kindergarten kid, with a long and drawn out ending.

"Oh, it's uncomfortable." He rubbed twice, his face wrinkled even more.

He Junchao couldn't control it all of a sudden, put his hands on his abdomen and said, "What's uncomfortable, is it here?"

His palms were hot, and he rubbed them skillfully through the thin shirt.

Lu Xi let out a comfortable sigh, like a kitten whose belly has been scratched.

He licked his moist lips, revealing a small piece of white and crystal clear chest under the loose buttons.

"Well, take it easy." He closed his eyes and said.

Even the driver couldn't hold back and glanced in the rearview mirror.

This tone, this tone... a little bit intriguing.

He Junchao felt his mouth was dry, the air conditioner in the car seemed to be turned on for nothing, and the air made people breathless.

From the place to eat to the place to live, in just ten minutes, He Junchao's shirt was completely drenched with sweat.

After getting out of the car, he didn't even think about it, and directly hugged him up.

The car is parked at the back door, there is a direct elevator, and there is no one around.

This is not the first time He Junchao has hugged Lu Xi. When Lu Xi injured his leg before, he half-supported and half-carried him onto the stage.

It was precisely because of that time that they were severely criticized by the company and ordered them not to have any more physical contact.

But today, He Junchao found that the person in his hands was even lighter than before. He hugged Lu Xi very high, letting Lu Xi's head rest on his neck.

The trousers that covered his long legs hung down from his arms, making him feel helpless and sadistic.

"I seem to have drunk a little too much. I'm sorry to trouble you." Lu Xi was still muttering solemnly, but her eyes couldn't be opened anymore, and her mind was spinning.

He Junchao walked towards the room and said, "Who am I, huh?"

"He pd, are we going back now? I can't walk anymore." Lu Xi grabbed his collar, exerting some force with her thin white fingers.

He thought he was walking.

He Junchao tightened his arms, "What do you call me?"

As soon as he exerted his strength, Lu Xi felt her legs and back tense, and she couldn't breathe and remembered the address: "Ah, Jun Chao."

He changed his words slightly aggrieved, as if accusing him of hurting himself.

He Junchao snorted and relaxed his arms, letting him snuggle into his arms loosely.

When he got to the room, he put him on the sofa in the living room.

After leaving that body, he was finally able to breathe smoothly, although his heart was still beating as if it was about to burst out of his chest.

He quickly went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, pulled to the coldest one, and tried to calm himself down.

Every drop of blood in his body was screaming and yearning, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing from the torment.

No, if you really want to do something, your relationship will be ruined, he said to himself over and over again.

He closed his eyes, and Lu Xi's face was lingering in front of his eyes.

Long eyelashes, a delicate and straight nose bridge, slightly parted lips that smelled of red wine.

Unable to suppress the anger in his heart, he put his hand somewhere.

Almost an hour later, He Junchao finally came out wiping his hair, his face covered with dark clouds.

Lu Xi has already sobered up a lot, sitting on the sofa in a daze with dull eyes.

When He Junchao saw him like this, the depression in his heart disappeared immediately, he walked over with a smile and knelt down and said, "Little Lu, what are you thinking about?"

Lu Xi blinked her eyes twice, her usual gentle and reserved look was gone.

He tried to straighten his tongue and said, "I'm thirsty and want to drink water."

Only then did He Junchao blame himself and realized that he didn't even give him a glass of water, so he quickly got up and took a bottle of water from the refrigerator: "Why didn't you call me, I sat here for a long time."

"Aunt Su said, don't disturb Dad when he's working." Lu Xi said, "This place seems a little strange, I don't know the way."

He Junchao's hands stopped, and he realized that his memory was probably confused, thinking that this was his home in Shanghai.

"If you don't know the way, just follow me." He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and fed some to Lu Xi with his hands.

Lu Xi took a few sips from his hand, smacked her lips and said, "Thank you, Jun Chao."

He was delirious, and he couldn't think about why He Junchao was at his home.

He Junchao looked at him for a while, stroked his hair and said, "Sleep, I will accompany you, and we will leave after you fall asleep."

Lu Xi shook her head.

"What's the matter, aren't you sleepy?"

He yawned a little, and said stubbornly, "No, I have to wait for Dad to come back."

His eyelids were already glued together, and his body was crooked.

He Junchao felt as if his heart had been tightly squeezed, making him uncomfortable.

He coaxed softly: "Don't wait for him, why don't you come with me? I'll tell you stories and give you chocolates. I won't make you suffer anymore."

He spoke in a tone that was designed to coax children.

But the drunk Lu Xi just ate this set, looked at him sleepily and said, "What story, I want to hear Descartes' story, can I?"

He Junchao thought to himself, a three-year-old child still wants to listen to stories about mathematicians.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything I want to hear, come with me." He got up and wanted to take him to the bed.

Lu Xi automatically classified herself as a child, and skillfully stretched out her arms to hug her.

He Junchao: "..."

Fuck, it seems that tonight, he will have to take a cold shower all night.

And let no one live.

The person he provoked had to be hugged even while kneeling, so He Junchao had no choice but to accept his fate and hug him to the bed, trying not to let him stick to the position below his waist, so as to avoid being found out about the embarrassing changes.

Lu Xi wrapped herself in a quilt, only her head was exposed, looked at him and said, "Let's start."

He Junchao turned on the phone with a dark face, Baidu Descartes' story.

On a beautiful night, a full moon suitable for crime hangs in the sky, and the bed sheets of high-end hotels are covered with roses.

The champagne is in the ice bucket, the case is in the drawer, ky and other things are all available.

But he wants to tell little friend Lu a love legend about a damned mathematician.

He Junchao felt that he had never been so hurt in his life.

Following He Junchao's chanting voice, Lu Xi slowly fell asleep.

He dreamed that when he was in elementary school, he lost his way into an alley because he missed the car that came to pick him up at home.

The surroundings were pitch black, and there was the sound of punks spitting.

He was carrying a small schoolbag, and his palms were full of sweat.

It was past nine o'clock, but no one at home came to him.

There seems to be a man-eating monster hiding in the alley, devouring children who have been separated from their families.

Lu Xi squeezed the strap of her schoolbag nervously, and walked forward step by step carefully.

Suddenly, a bright spot appeared ahead, as if someone had turned on a light.

He hurried over, and the sound of his footsteps was very clear in the empty alley.

The light became brighter and brighter, until finally, he saw the person holding the flashlight, it was He Junchao who was much taller than him.

Because he had never seen He Junchao's appearance when he was a child, so he was tall and big in his dream.

"Hey, you're here." He opened his mouth, but found that he was not surprised at all, and he was naturally relieved.

"Yes, I'm here to pick you up."

The light became more dazzling, Lu Xi frowned, and gradually felt the light on the eyelids gain a substantial temperature.

He struggled to open his dry eyelids, and found that the curtains were not drawn properly, and the sun was shining on his face through the gap.

After being dazed for a few minutes, he recalled that he drank too much last night and was now in the hotel where he was staying.

But I can't remember exactly what happened, I just remember that he followed He Junchao back.

He shook his head to wake himself up quickly. Seeing that the shirt on his body was wrinkled, he prepared to get out of bed and wash up.

As soon as he stepped on the ground, he bumped into something warm.

Lu Xi was startled, but found that He Junchao was lying on the ground with his back facing him, motionless.

"He pd?" He was still in shock, and quickly turned him over.

He Junchao's cheeks were flushed, and his breath was hot.

He touched his forehead with his hand and felt a fever.

After taking three one-hour cold showers and being kicked out of bed by Lu Xi with the air conditioner on, He Junchao, who has always been strong and strong, finally suffered from kidney overdraft.

The author has something to say: You are dying, man.