Rebirth of the Villain's Counterattack

[incident]

The body is long and erect, with a light fur.

Layered ancient costumes, white-breasted blue shirt, wide sleeves fluttering.

The girdle is tightly bound by the belt, which outlines the perfect curve of the man's waist and abdomen. The long jade belt on one side is lowered, vaguely showing the shape of the slender legs. It sways gently with the owner's movements, full of rhythmic beauty.

As the three people whose sexual orientation is not straight, the first glance fell on Feng Ao's thin waist, and the second and third glances also happened in microseconds, and they stepped out to welcome Feng Ao.

Feng Ao stopped in front of Zheng Youting, met his astonished gaze, and smiled softly.

"Sir, Feng is being polite."

He swung his sleeves, put his palms together, pushed forward and bowed, saluting.

Xianggong is a respectful title for a man with a successful career in another world, but it has completely changed its meaning in Zheng Youting's ears...

Usually, that person likes to use tricks to force himself to call each other by similar names in bed. This is the first time he has heard Feng Ao call him that.

Zheng Youting's throat clenched, clearly feeling some undisguised provocation in his eyes, and clenched his hands impatiently.Feng Ao straightened up in satisfaction, took another step forward, leaned over and pressed against his ear and said, "Do you like it so much?"

He chuckled: "Looks like I have to keep a set. You...will prefer the feeling of taking it off with your own hands."

Zheng Youting took a step back in defeat, and withdrew his gaze: "Do business."

Feng Ao laughed.

"Aww, bastard, leave me alone, hurry up, help me take a picture, no, I'm about to faint - go quickly, I want to put it in the bedroom, and watch him sleep at night. Aww, I can't do it, Ah Jin—"

Jiang Ze stood holding Director Chen, staring at Feng Ao with perfect eyes, looking like he was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, while urging Zhou Haoyang like chasing flies.The latter worked hard, and when he heard the sleep talk, his face darkened, he put away his phone, and turned to look at him.

Jiang Ze didn't notice his expression at all. When he saw him standing in front of him, he hugged him with both hands, leaned on him without any effort, put his head on his shoulder, looked at Feng Ao, and a sharp voice pierced Zhou Haoyang's ear. Through the eardrum: "Ah Jin! Ah Jin~~ so beautiful, I really want to cry—"

Zhou Haoyang raised his head and sighed, and hugged him tightly resignedly.

The set table was ready, Feng Ao stood in front of the table, picked out the paintbrush, no matter how Director Chen tossed his camera, he dyed the paintbrush on his own, smiled at Zheng Youting, and began to outline with the soft tip.

The pen of the brush is very soft, and it is very difficult to master without certain skills and proficiency.

Director Chen originally only planned to take pictures of Feng Ao's hand, and the rest will be processed later.Unexpectedly, the other party not only held the pen in a good-looking and professional posture, but also swiped the ink in a decent manner. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the white rice paper with high gloss.

I saw that the outline of a person gradually appeared on the paper, and the cool temperament jumped out of the paper with the stroke of the pen.Even if it is just black and white, the handsome face of the person in the painting is not damaged at all, the indifferent expression, the deserted phoenix eyes, and the long eyelashes are clearly visible.Probably the painter was moved with his heart, and the other party's facial features revealed a different kind of style in the deserted expression.

Such a handsome face, abstinence and self-denial, but seems to be full of longing.

Zheng Youting couldn't restrain himself and took a slight breath, the man wearing the same clothes as Feng Ao's, with long hair and a crown on his head, was clearly his own face.

Jiang Ze looked obsessively at Feng Ao and didn't notice anything unusual, but Zhou Haoyang's heart moved, he glanced at Zheng Youting, then at Feng Ao, his eyes showed astonishment.He doubted his own judgment, so Feng Ao took a brush and wrote an inscription on the side:

There is beauty in one person, and the country and the city are overwhelmed.

He put away his pen and smiled at Zheng Youting.

Zheng Youting turned his face away unnaturally, unable to look directly at Feng Ao's eyes at this moment.

Director Chen said excitedly: "Mr. Zheng, this painting can be given to our film crew. Look at this rare fate..."

Feng Ao squinted his eyes, his eyes said: Do you think it is possible.

Director Chen was taken aback, he didn't say anything offensive just now, he just looked at the painting directly, why did Mr. Zheng look like he was going to kill him.

Feng Ao patiently dried the ink, and ordered to put the words away.Before leaving, he walked along with the design drafts of the protagonist's outfits.

"Ah Jin...you are not human."

Jiang Ze looked at him dimly: "You are my god. God brought you to my side—hmm."

Zhou Haoyang couldn't bear it and covered his mouth.

Zheng Youting pursed his lips and smiled, met Shang Feng Ao's gaze which was even hotter than Jiang Ze's, coughed lightly, and turned his gaze away.

Zhou Haoyang has been paying attention, and now he can no longer be more sure of his conjecture when he sees the situation.He lowered his eyes, looked at Jiang Ze who was still trying to struggle, somehow the suffocation dissipated, and he bowed his head softly and kissed his forehead.

Jiang Ze was stunned, calmed down, took his useless palm, leaned over and looked at him flatteringly: "Are you angry?"

Zhou Haoyang shook his head, "If I can't stand this kind of scene, I won't even have nine lives to die." As he said this, his arms hugged him even harder.

Jiang Ze's eyes are bent, and he is a duplicity guy.

The four returned to the inn, and Jiang Ze wanted to invite the two guests to have dinner with him as a landlord, but unexpectedly, he couldn't get in touch with anyone.

"Don't worry about them." With Lou Changan around, Feng Ao wasn't worried about what would happen.

Jiang Ze murmured, "Ah Jin, your friends are so weird, those two last time, and this time. Hey, by the way, how is Cheng Han now? He won't be missing again, right? meet others."

Isn't it you who are the strangest?

The three of them slandered at the same time. Hearing his question, Feng Ao immediately said: "Uncle Xiao Ting has his own business to do, why do you ask these questions?"

"It's rare for him to speculate with me. Hey, why did he become the brother of that woman Cheng Wei—cough cough, drink soup, choke me to death."

Accidentally mentioning someone who shouldn't be mentioned, Jiang Ze's mouth bald, and he abruptly stopped talking.

After chatting for a while, they went back to their rooms and went out of the elevator door. Zhou Haoyang called Feng Ao to stop and said, "Jinfeng, let's talk."

Jiang Ze leaned over curiously, and Zhou Haoyang asked him to go back to his room with a serious face.Jiang Ze wanted to make a fuss, but seeing that his complexion was not very good, it was true, so he obediently complied.

Zheng Youting was not curious about their topic, took the painting tube, only gave Feng Ao a look and went back to the room.

In the smoking area, there are two presidential suites on the first floor, where four people live. At this time, there are only Feng Ao and Zhou Haoyang in the smoking area.

Zhou Haoyang didn't beat around the bush, but said directly: "You and your son... Zheng Youting, it's my relationship with Jiang Ze, right?"

The last time Feng Ao brought Zheng Youting in front of them, he didn't hide their relationship in any way.It's normal for Jiang Ze to be careless and not notice something is wrong, but Zhou Haoyang didn't say anything. He thought Zhou Haoyang digested the matter silently, but he didn't expect to notice it for the first time today.

Since he asked this question, Feng Ao would not hide it: "That's right."

Feng Ao always doesn't keep his body and Zheng Youting's superficial father-son relationship in his mind. In the eyes of outsiders, their previous intimate behaviors are just a closer relationship between father and son, so he never thought of it. It was such an unreasonable feeling.

If it weren't for the psychological construction along the way, Zhou Haoyang's expression at this time must be very exciting.

He whispered: "This road is not easy. Jiang Ze and I..." He started and stopped the topic, and said, "What are your plans? Mr. Zheng prefers You Ting to take over the Zheng family. There is almost no one in the area who does not know. If you let him know... can you handle it. "

Mr. Zheng's thoughts were never within the scope of Feng Ao's consideration, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't care about it.

Zhou Haoyang said helplessly: "Then you have thought about it in the future, You Ting will always have an heir."

The idea of ​​advocating same-sex marriage equality was put forward hundreds of years ago, and China has not yet passed relevant laws, not only because of the sharp decline in population after World War III, but also because of the low birth rate, but also because of the Chinese public concept.

Regardless of tolerance and understanding, in the concept of Chinese people's ancestors, future generations are too important.

And it must be born viviparously. Huaxia's elders always have some regrets about lack of intimacy and slight rejection for children created by population.

He and Jiang Ze are now facing such a problem. The pressure from their families has made them unprepared to be honest with their parents.In the past two years, Jiang Ze's enthusiasm for career has been vigorous, and a large part of the reason is to prepare for future family disputes.

Feng Ao and Zheng Youting are different from them. They not only have to face Mr. Zheng's wrath and the issue of succession to future generations, but more importantly... are they father and son?

Even as a close friend, I can't get over this hurdle, and the public opinion can imagine how ugly it must be.

Feng Ao patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you. I can handle all these, so don't worry."

Zhou Haoyang was taken aback: "Does You Ting think so too, can he let go of the Zheng family?"

If the two of them want to be together, it is absolutely impossible for them to own the inheritance rights of the Zheng family.

Seeing that he was thinking wrong, Feng Ao didn't explain, but just smiled and said: "So I made an investment in advance, I hope Jiang Ze will work harder, we may have to rely on these dividends to support us in the future."

Zhou Haoyang didn't think it was a joke, so he nodded seriously.

Looking at Feng Ao again, all the unpleasantness caused by Jiang Ze in the past has been forgotten, and he feels a bit of sympathy for each other.

Feng Ao hurriedly stopped his unknowingly weird associations, and greeted each of them to go back to their rooms.

On the other side, Lou Chang'an and He Chongyuan, who were visiting the ancient film city, did not return late at night.

"Chongyuan, what's wrong with you?"

After coming to the cinema, He Chongyuan's anxiety became more and more serious, and he even became panicked as time passed.Lou Chang'an had no choice but to hold him in his arms, and after soft comforting failed, he asked helplessly.

He Chongyuan grasped his arm and was silent for a while, then whispered: "Like. It's so similar."

"what?"

Lou Chang'an couldn't understand what he meant from his few words.

Some unreal cries came out of He Chongyuan's voice, buried in his arms, his voice was weak: "The city in the Feng Shui bureau...is too similar to here."

Lou Changan patted his head and comforted him: "It's not the same. I heard Senior Feng said that the origin of the design here is the same as the map of the ancient city in the hands of Elder Chen San. The miniature in the painting is naturally similar to this place. But this place is not the dead city whose geomantic omen has been broken, that happened thousands of years ago."

He Chongyuan shook his head: "There is no past, it is still here."

Lou Changan laughed.

He became stubborn, like a child.

"Don't be afraid. Now this is a movie theater. There are no treasures. Those who come here are to make movies. Didn't we watch the movies made from here together? No one would want to hurt these people."

Only then did He Chongyuan raise his head, as if he wanted to confirm something from his expression.

"Then master won't either."

He Chongyuan said.

Lou Changan was stunned, not understanding why he asked such a question, but he hurriedly said, "Of course not."

Only then did He Chongyuan feel relieved, he stood up straight and said, "Then let's look for it again."

"Chongyuan, you never told me what you were looking for."

He originally thought that the other party was indeed attracted by the rare feng shui layout of this ancient movie city, and after walking around the streets for a long time, he was sure that He Chongyuan didn't pay attention to the feng shui here.

He Zhongyuan tilted his ears, and suddenly said softly: "I've found it."

Without waiting for Lou Chang'an to ask, he let go of the opponent's hand, and rushed straight towards the wall in front of him, and was about to hit——

"Chongyuan!"

Lou Chang'an's voice stopped abruptly, and he saw He Chongyuan's body standing still in the wall, taking steps, and walked behind the wall safely and soundly!

Lou Changan didn't dare to delay, rushed into the "wall" and grabbed He Chongyuan again in worry.

"Chongyuan..."

Lou Changan followed He Chongyuan and stared at the sight ahead——

I saw a man tossing and turning between the crossroads, the crazy and anxious expression on his face was exactly the same as that of He Zhongyuan.

"Master. I found you."

He Chongyuan said.