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"Ah~, it seems to scare him." The man walked into the room and fell on the bed and laughed softly, "What a cute reaction."

Originally, he just wanted to help Roy take another path, but when he saw the quiet man half lying on the hospital bed, he had already intervened in his life before he knew it.

He raised his hand and put the back of his hand on his forehead to cover his eyes, and rubbed the other hand into his hair. He lay in the dark room with the lights off. The man's limbs were wide open, never fully The closed curtains let in a thin thin light, which is the brightness from the street lamps outside the street.He was lying on the soft bed, his shirt was ripped out randomly, revealing tight abdominal muscles with some body hair.

He sat up suddenly, his eyes were full of devouring light, he directly grabbed his shirt and pulled it hard, the buttons fell apart, and the crash made a crisp sound on the wall and the gold-painted cabinet.

"You can't live if you think too much. Since you want to..." He smiled and licked his lower lip, like a predatory carnivore, "then take it away."

With that said, he narrowed his eyes happily and walked into the bathroom.

Roy felt that Yeendo was very strange in the past few days, which gave him a sense of uneasy urgency, and the look in his eyes made him feel cold all over his body.

With one hand on the door frame, Fan Haoran turned his head slightly and looked at the man inside who was using shaving water. He was sitting on a wheelchair, which was at an embarrassing height, and he couldn't even see it in the mirror.

"I was negligent." He walked in with swinging legs, took the razor from Roy's hand, and then raised his other hand to gently pinch his chin.

Roy lifted his chin by that gentle yet implicitly strong movement, and could only look over with the strength: "I can do it myself." He still said this unwillingly, feeling the roughness and hotness of the hand on his chin, he was uncomfortable The lowered eyelashes, every arc of the eyelashes is perfect.

"Hmm." He raised his eyebrows, raised his chin, tilted his head, and scraped the blade against the fair skin along the shape of his face, "Ask me for help, will this make you feel uncomfortable?"

The two were so close that Roy could easily smell the mint in this handsome man's mouth, with some warmth in his mouth. He watched the man's lips show some teeth as he spoke, and swallowed suddenly.

"Don't move." Feeling his wanting to retreat, he squeezed his chin hand a little harder, then rubbed the foam on the razor on the towel beside him, and said with a smile, "Relax, I have good skills, won't break you."

As he spoke, he switched to the other cheek, the numbness caused by the blade's contact with the skin and a little fear of being controlled.

Roy watched the man's movements, and at this moment he didn't dare to speak at all, for fear that his mouth would be scratched by the blade, so he just let out a vague 'um' from his throat.His voice is very gentle, just like his whole body.

"Okay." Seeing his nervous appearance, he finally let him go with great kindness, and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Roy spent an early morning that made him quite awkward and flustered. It was not until a woman in her 20s, Jing Yan, arrived that he finally recovered from his thoughts.

"It just so happens that little Sandra has also reached the age when she needs a tutor, and she has been screening recently. What do you think of this?" He gestured.

Roy looked at the smiling lady with a friendly smile: "Little Sandra?" Sitting in a wheelchair, he raised his hand to invite politely, "Please sit down, ma'am."

"Thank you."

"Do you have any special talents, ma'am." The refreshing smile was not like a disabled person, but as thorough as an elf king sitting on a throne.

Contrary to the friendly smile, this lady is obviously a person with a short vocabulary: "I am proficient in the languages ​​of five countries, and I am quite good at painting, piano, vocal music, and dancing. Inside."

Her etiquette and posture are quite perfect, her sitting posture is dignified, and she is obviously well-educated.

"Ma'am, from what you said, you can definitely find a job with a higher salary. Why did you come back and apply for a job as a tutor?"

The lady's fingers on her legs moved unconsciously, and her eyes, which had always been as quiet as lake water, finally had a moving sparkle. Although it was not obvious, her cheeks were still flushed: "Sorry." attitude.

Although he didn't get an answer, after chatting with this lady named Anita for a while, Roy found that Anita's knowledge is higher than ordinary women, and her personality is also very good. It's concluded.

And Fan Haoran, who still remembered the interview at ten o'clock in the morning, had to go to work.

Recently, the company is preparing for the next film shooting. It is a script written by Edolan, who is nicknamed the "Queen of Dreams" by the public. Her scripts have always been gorgeous, and the whole story is told in a multi-line interweaving technique, never sticking to one angle. , The thinking is peculiar and unstoppable, not to mention the plot of the script written by her is the romance, love and hatred that the public loves.

But this time, the annexation of Phil Film and Television directly led to the dominance of Arthur Film and Television. The shooting of the movie "My Darkness" is also the fruit of the declaration of victory. The investment is huge, and naturally the best screenwriter must be selected.

When Fan Haoran arrived at the scene, he saw a woman in a dark lace Lolita-style dress sitting by the glass window from a distance. She had red lips like flames, straight bangs, and black hair hanging down. She was a very charming...man .

Transvestite?

He walked over with great interest: "It's been a long time, Ms. Ai Dolan."

Edolan pursed his lips and smiled, which was a subtle smile that was completely different from his attire: "I have been admiring your name for a long time but I have not seen it, hello, Mr. Capone."

Seeing Ai Dolan stretching out the hand in the long lace glove, he took the seductive man's hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand lightly, raised his eyes and smiled and said: "It should be my honor, Ms. Ai Dolan. "

Covering his flaming lips with a fan, Etran's narrowed eyes showed that he was in a good mood.

The negotiation went well. Although this man is very feminine in dress and manner, he does have enough talent to defy the constraints of society.

At this moment, this 'female' wearing a lace black dress is blinking his seductive eyes, and asked very straightforwardly: "I heard that you know roy.walker?"

"That's true, Ms. Edolan, is there any problem with this matter?" His heart moved, and he immediately saw the flash of light in the man's eyes.He is very familiar with that kind of light, the self-confidence and strength that must be obtained.

"I saw this script by accident last time, and I was very impressed. If I'm not too presumptuous, I hope I can communicate with this person." His words were very restrained, even modest, "It can be seen that This guy is still very raw in this respect, but he has great potential."

"This is a precious rough stone. If you want to polish it into a brilliant treasure, you need not only a digger with vision, but also a pair of fine hands that can polish it finely."

Fan Haoran didn't believe his nonsense. If he had never met Roy himself, he believed that Edolan would never meddle in finding a talented but novice Roy. The look in the eyes is unpleasant.

But he couldn't deny the transvestite's words.

If Roy can get his guidance, there will be only advantages and no disadvantages.

And Fan Haoran doesn't want to keep Roy in captivity, like a confinement man who can be handed over at any time without the slightest respect, he is a real man, even if he is half-paralyzed, he is still an independent man.

"What does Ms. Idolan mean?" He said slowly, looking at the man with long black hair and red lips.

Obviously just looking at Ai Duolan so quietly, but Ai Dolan's whole body tensed up unconsciously.

"As you think." 'She' didn't back away, and also looked straight at the past, with her characteristic somewhat seductive smile.

"Okay, I'll convey this on my behalf. It's getting late, today's meeting is very pleasant, and I look forward to seeing you next time." He nodded and stood up with a smile on his face, not acting like a businessman. The smile is aristocratic, shallow and alienated but friendly enough.

Ai Duolan looked at the person who was going away, tilted his head, and propped his chin: "What an extraordinary man."

And Roy, who had been immersed in books all day to gain knowledge, was a little hard to react when he heard the words of the man in front of him: "You mean the famous playwright, Edolan?"

"Yes." He sat on the sofa next to Roy, with one hand on the back of the sofa, and that movement almost wrapped the man beside him in his arms.

Roy's face slowly changed from shock to joy, and he didn't feel someone approaching aggressively at all.

"Very happy?" He smiled and leaned over to look at Roy's origin on his lap. The phalanges were exquisite, and the fingertips were very neatly trimmed, like gemstones that had been polished, and the nails were full and smooth.

Roy only felt a cluster of scorching breath passing by his neck, such a strange feeling of being encroached on the living space made him tremble all over, but this breath was somewhat familiar, which made him reluctant to refuse.

He looked at the man beside him. He had a deep face unique to the British. He had handsome features, but he was unusually handsome.From the first time he saw this man in the hospital, he envied this man's freedom and self from the wanton eyes.He once wandered in the dark, shrouded in a life of despair, changed from sound to incomplete, how could outsiders know the pain of it, and he couldn't even deny that he once wanted to commit suicide to end his life.

But in the end, he became friends with this man unknowingly, and he couldn't react in time, and it was hard to refuse.When I came back to my senses, I already lived here, living next to each other, only separated by a wall, as if I could catch each other's breath in the middle of the night as long as I closed my eyes.

Roy's senses for this man named Yendo Carpenter are too complicated, so complicated that even he can't tell the difference. disturbed.But this man is too different, as if he has a huge attraction, as long as my eyes are on him, it is difficult to divert, so it is hard to let go.

And although this unrelieved man seemed to have done nothing, he gave himself a way to live.

Although this road is still very long, it will never be dark and cold.

"Of course, Edolan is a well-deserved queen known as the 'Queen of Dreams'. Although I haven't had time to get to know her in depth, I have read a section of her script. It is really, really... wonderful! "His cheeks were a little red because of his high interest, and Fan Haoran's eyes were hard to divert from the smudged skin.

"Even though I was not in this circle before, I have heard her name. She is so talented. I don't know what kind of family can raise such an outstanding woman."

"Speaking of women, Roy, how do you know that Edolan is a lady with outstanding talents?" He squinted his eyes and smiled frivolously. Under the crystal lamp, the tail of Roy's black hair was slightly curled, with a subtle curvature, so subtle Like a kitten's tail, it made the man next to him feel agitated.

"Why do you ask that?" Roy blinked his eyes in confusion, his eyelashes were as beautiful as lightning, "Isn't it a woman to be called a 'Queen'?"

"I did see a long-haired 'Lady' wearing a long skirt today, but this 'Lady' is a male." He moved closer, bringing the distance between the two closer, so close that they could even Smell the same essence of each other.

The misty fragrance is full of lingering ambiguity, and the man's deep words are deliberately seductive, but in fact they are unceremoniously smearing his rival: "And this man in a different dress wants to pursue my dear friend, which really makes me feel uneasy... ..."

Roy was so oppressed that his fingers trembled, and the atmosphere made his neurons tremble, as if he had been hit by a powerful electric current, paralyzing and suffocating.He grabbed the pillow, looked nervously at the man who was getting closer, and his breathing became disordered in an instant.

"You...you don't, don't get so close..." As he spoke, his back was slowly leaning on the armrest of the sofa, his chest heaving violently.

Fan Haoran, who shrouded him, could even see his pupils constricting constantly due to nervousness and his Adam's apple swallowing from time to time, sliding sexy, with a fascinating and alluring posture. At this time, he does not look cold and pure On the contrary, it is a demon that seduces and degenerates.

"Do you think this is very close?" The noses of the two were about to touch, Fan Haoran looked into his eyes with a smile, absorbing the breath in Roy's body, then he lowered his eyes, smiled with rose red lips, with With an absolutely seductive smile, he said when he lowered his eyes to look at the lips that were less than two centimeters away from him, "Then how about this..." He leaned forward and pressed it.

The touch of lips to lips is just a pure touch.When he saw him closing his eyes nervously, he pressed it tighter, squeezed his soft and full upper lip, rubbed tentatively, guessed his mind, and comforted him gently, until the stiff body under his palm became soft, he did not touch it He touched the slender neck that he had been coveting for a long time, kneaded his arteries, and stuck out the tip of his tongue, fiercely encroaching and occupying.

After kissing the man so fascinated, Fan Haoran let him go, retreated a little, saw the water on his lips, and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Roy.walker." Rarely called Roy's full name quite seriously. After seeing him finally come to his senses, Fan Haoran smiled, and his handsome eyebrows were suddenly gentle and unbelievable. Pursuing you for the rest of my life, I wonder if Mr. Walker will accept it?"