The actor is always coveting me

There was a dimly lit night light in the house.

Shen Ji huddled under the soft quilt, and after lying on the corpse for half an hour, he slowly rubbed his painful temples.

An hour ago, when he proposed to walk home and was about to run away, Fu Zaitong pinched him quickly, pinching the back of his neck like pinching a chicken, wondering and suspicious: "What's the matter?"

Of course Shen Ji wouldn't say it even if he was killed.

Desperately, he went upstairs, picked the room farthest from Fu Zaitong's bedroom, and planned to sneak out early tomorrow morning.

In all fairness, he's not a narcissist.

But Fu Zaitong's previous performance was really misleading... But after knowing the existence of Lin Xiaoxiao, everything has an explanation.

Shen Ji wanted to understand the cause and effect, so the replay is:

Fu Zaitong's younger sister fell in love with him somehow, and it happened that on the day of his live broadcast, Fu Zaitong was going to come to Orange Blossom.

So the little girl named Xiaoxiao asked her brother to help write a note, but Fu Zaitong often signed it and accidentally signed her own name. He was bombarded by various parties that night, and the little girl must be unhappy.

Fu Zaitong saw that he was a madman who spoiled his sister, and he happened to feel a little guilty, so under his sister's crying and complaining, he decided to take him on a variety show to make up for him.

All kinds of care during the recording of the show were requested by my younger sister.

My sister also asked for my autograph.

It must be Chen Xingbai's request to ask him to go to the concert together.

What an upright, gentle, considerate, responsible person who also takes good care of his sister and friends!

And he has always misunderstood that Fu Zaitong is a gay girl.

Still thought he liked me.

He even made up a stand-in drama.

Shame to death.

I can't think about the embarrassing past, my shame will explode when I think about it, Shen Ji turned over, buried his head in the pillow, held his breath for a while, and raised his head expressionlessly.

No matter what Fu Zaitong does in the future, he can no longer think about it!

...And he probably has no face to contact Fu Zaitong again.

Shen Ji put himself together again, closed his eyes and forced his brain to clear up those messy thoughts before.

Then open your eyes until dawn.

He desperately thought about why he had to fight against Zhou Gong for two consecutive days, and he was extremely exhausted, thinking that he should get up and slip away, but his eyelids couldn't stop fighting. After struggling for a while, he still couldn't carry it over. Falling asleep against the bed.

It was a restless sleep.

Everything in the dream was too real. He heard the sound of the door opening, and then the mattress sagged slightly. Fu Zaitong pinched his face, still in that casual and casual look, but his eyes were a little mocking: "My little friend, I guessed it all." , Narcissism is not a good thing, how could I like you?"

He was taken aback, and wanted to jump up and leave here quickly, but his hands and feet were too heavy to lift, and his upper and lower eyelids were tightly glued together and could not be lifted.

Even though he didn't open his eyes, he could see Fu Zaitong sneering, with cold sweat streaming down his back, until the sound of the door opening came again, he sat up abruptly, but Fu Zaitong, who was supposed to be sitting by the bed, was standing by the door At the side, at the feet is the big dog who was in good spirits early in the morning: "Hey, did you have a nightmare?"

The door closed with a click, and Fu Zaitong sat on the side of the bed again, leaning over to look at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He continued: "Do you think I like you?"

Without waiting for Shen Ji to answer, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed his forehead with a little sweat: "Yes, I like you. Do you like me? There can only be one answer to this question. Let me give you a hint, yes The one I want to hear."

Erdan under the bed screamed and wanted to climb up restlessly.

He wanted to speak, but Fu Zaitong fell over and pressed him under him. He felt a heavy feeling in his chest, and Fu Zaitong's voice became farther and farther away.

On the contrary, the sound of the dog barking became clearer and clearer.

Another loud "Wang" came from next to his ear, and Shen Ji was startled, and finally woke up from the dream within the dream.

He obviously slept for a while, but his spirit was even more tired.

The deep drowsiness was still there, Shen Ji's chest was suffocated, and he looked up weakly at the big dog standing on him that was about to lick him, and said weakly: "Louis Alexander, sit down."

Er Dan was unambiguous and sat down immediately.

Shen Ji choked again, as if he heard the sound of his fracture.

He didn't sleep until five o'clock in the morning, and now it's only past six o'clock. In just one hour, he actually had such a long dream, and it felt real, and his memory was clear, which was very exhausting.

Shen Ji pushed the big dog down a little bit, finally took a breath, and struggled out of the fate of being crushed to death, Er Dan looked at him with a heart, wagging his tail and barking.

Shen Ji hurriedly made a "shh" gesture, fearing that it would wake Fu Zaitong.

Before Fu Zaitong got up, he had to slip away quietly.

He moved lightly, changed his clothes carefully, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, took his mobile phone and walked out of the room.

Erdan tilted her head to watch his movements, and followed him.

Shen Ji quickly squatted down and hugged the dog's head tightly: "Shh, don't make any noise, don't wake your dad up."

Of course, I can't understand it with the IQ of huskies.

Erdan thought that Shen Ji was going to play some game with it, so he played the script lightly, like a dog helping a thief steal a house, thieves followed the tiptoeing Shen Ji, passing Fu Zaitong's room holding his breath.

Shen Ji didn't even dare to wear shoes, and went down the stairs with bare feet, and quickly walked towards the door. Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, there was a "click" in front of him.

Fu Zaitong, who opened the door twice in his dream, really opened the door once, looked over at the door, and smiled when he saw him: "I woke up quite early."

Shen Ji looked back upstairs with a sullen face.

...It turned out that he was fighting wits with the air just now.

It was obvious that Fu Zaitong had gone for a morning jog just now, and he was wearing light sports short-sleeved shorts, revealing two long legs that were strong and slender.

Long-term adherence to the habit of exercising has allowed him to have a good figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and beautiful muscles. After changing his shoes and stepping over, Shen Ji had the illusion that he was facing an elegant lion.

The hormonal breath of a man who woke up in the morning rushed over his face, he forced himself to laugh dryly: "...you were earlier."

Seeing Shen Ji's bare feet, Fu Zaitong raised his eyebrows: "It's so cold today, aren't you cold?"

Shen Ji tried hard to maintain his composure: "It's not cold, you're not only wearing short sleeves."

How did you change again?

Fu Zaitong suddenly felt uncomfortable, he was always too lazy to talk nonsense with others, he gently lifted and hugged Shen Ji, before he recovered, he was placed on the solid wood shoe cabinet by the entrance.

The European-style villa has a marble floor. He walked all the way, the soles of his feet were cold, and he almost lost consciousness.The next moment there was a warm feeling on his feet, Fu Zaitong didn't dislike him at all, knelt down and squeezed his feet, frowning slightly: "Isn't it cold?"

After finishing speaking, he found a pair of fluffy slippers from the shoe cabinet and threw them in front of him: "Put your feet on Erdan's stomach and cover them for a while, and I'll take a shower and make you breakfast."

Shen Ji moved his lips, and quickly realized: It seems that Fu Zaitong's younger sister often walks around without slippers, and this elder brother is almost PTSD.

What a good brother.

He hesitated for a while: "Senior Fu, I've been bothering you all night, I'd better go home first."

Fu Zaitong waved his hand lazily, and whistled without looking back: "Bitch."

The excited big dog Deling grabbed Shen Ji's trousers in one bite, and happily dragged him into the room.

Shen Ji: "..."

Your father just used you as a foot warmer, and you still listen to him so much!

Being bitten by the dog, Shen Ji didn't want to take off his pants to protect himself. He went out to experience the autumn wind with bare legs, so he could only sit on the sofa obediently, his body tensed, and he took out his phone and poked randomly, pretending that he was busy.

Last night, he was in such a mess that he didn't have time to pay attention to other things. When he opened WeChat, he noticed the news that he didn't see last night.

- Xingzhou: Xiao Ji, I am traveling with my classmates, and I will return to China next month. I will come to see you and Xiao Ling. Is it convenient for you?

It was Shen Ji's cousin Xu Xingzhou who sent the message. When Shen Jiangyuan and Shen Ling had a car accident, their family was the first to come to help.

Xu Xingzhou's parents are both university professors. They are upright and old-fashioned. After Shen Ji's mother left, they often took care of the two brothers. After the car accident, they could not help much, but Shen Ji was still very grateful to his aunt's family.

Back then, Xu Xingzhou provided the place where he played his instruments and recorded songs. Before meeting everyone in OLIVINE, Xu Xingzhou was also Shen Ji's best friend.

Shen Ji cheered up, and quickly replied: I thought you would continue to study for a Ph.D.

Before the next sentence was finished, there was a message back. Xu Xingzhou was awake so early in the morning, and replied with a smiling emoji: I am tired from reading, and I am back to teach and educate people.

Shen Ji smiled, and when this veritable high-achieving student was joking, he replied to the question in the previous message: Convenient, we just happen to have a stage next month, would you like to come and see it?

-Sin Chew: Oh, okay, do you want me to prepare a bouquet of flowers and a light sign to shout 'Chicken I love you'?

-Shen Ji: ...that's no need bro.

After chatting for a few words, Fu Zaitong also went downstairs. Seeing Shen Ji looking at the phone with a smile on his lips, his eyelids twitched, he leaned over silently: "Who are you talking to? It can't be Chen Xingbai, right?"

Shen Ji startled him: "My cousin!"

"Oh." Fu Zaitong withdrew his inexplicable aura very freely, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Shen Ji quickly pulled his foot out of the big dog's fur, put on his slippers and followed him: "Just get something, Senior Fu, can you get a taxi around here?"

Fu Zaitong rolled up his sleeves, and said casually, "Yes, there is a cemetery two kilometers away, so it's okay to take a hearse."

"..."

"Eat honestly," Fu Zaitong glanced at him, as if looking at a disobedient child, "Why are you so noisy today, I'm going back to the city after eating, just to see you off."

Shen Ji was honest, he was ashamed to eat nothing, so he helped Fu Zaitong.

The dog son ran over from the living room with a food bowl in his mouth, and looked at the two of them eagerly.

All of a sudden, the kitchen was filled with a happy family of three atmosphere.

Although Shen Ji tried his best to express that the breakfast should not be too fancy, Fu Zaitong also nodded in agreement.

But it still took an hour to cook a pot of delicious seafood porridge.

Shen Ji ate two big bowls with great reluctance, and before leaving, he patted Erdan's head for a while, and then followed Fu Zaitong to the underground garage.

From the elevator directly down to the B[-] floor, Shen Ji stepped out of the elevator and looked up.

I saw a dozen or so more luxurious cars parked in the luxurious garage of Actor Fu who said last night that "there is only one car and it is out of gas."

Shen Ji: "..."

Fu Zaitong was taken aback for a moment, and remembered the nonsense he had said that he didn't care about. His expression was still flawless, showing surprise, and he used his excellent line skills to say exaggerated lines: "Oh my god! I dreamed of being in the garage last night. There are more than a dozen cars, and there are today!"

I almost believed it.Shen Ji exhaled lightly, and his expression gradually disappeared: "That's really amazing."

Fu Zaitong said calmly: "Since the miracles have appeared, let Shen Ji choose the car to drive today."

"Senior Fu, you have to deduct money for homophonic stalks."

Shen Ji took a few steps forward and found the car from last night. The car key was still inserted in it. He opened the car door and took a look inside, then turned his head and smiled: "Senior Fu, you've come a long way."

Fu Zaitong also kept smiling.

"God not only gave you more than a dozen cars," Shen Ji said, "he also refueled your car that was out of gas, but it seemed a bit stingy and didn't fill it up for you."

Fu Zaitong pretended not to hear, pressed his shoulders and pushed him into the car: "Okay, I'll take you home, we'll be there in a while."

The emptiness in Shen Ji's heart was blown away a lot by Fu Zaitong's coquettish operation. He fastened his seat belt, pondered for a while, and continued to analyze Fu Zaitong's actions: It seems that Fu Zaitong should be worried that driving at night is not safe.

It was quite thoughtful.

The thoughtful Fu Zaitong rubbed his temples with small movements.

Thinking that he, the lifelong Best Actor of the Golden Dragon Award, wants to keep a little golden retriever, but he actually told such a clumsy lie.

The inside of the car became quiet, Shen Ji leaned against the window, took out his mobile phone and looked at the groups that had become active.

Everyone has been discussing what song to use recently, and they are throwing demos, music sharing or sheet music into the group every day. There are already three or four songs on the list, but each song is slightly controversial, and we can wait for the next group discussion. Decide which one to use.

He watched everyone talking one after another, and suddenly Fu Zaitong's voice from last night rang out in his ears.

"Do you want to be the one who regrets, or the one who sings on stage?"

Will Xiao Ling be angry with him for such a behavior?

Will you still be pleased?

He wanted to fulfill his original promise.

I want to hold a concert and leave the best place for my brother.

Shen Ji came back to his senses, and he typed out two sentences with his fingertips and sent them out.

-Shen Ji: I have a few songs here, come back and listen to them

-Shen Ji: I want to be the lead singer

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-10-2319:02:14~2020-10-2423:59:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: the same document is different;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 2 for the same document, and 1 for Jingyan; [-] for rj, oh oh poker;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!