The actor is always coveting me

The apples are crunchy and sweet, and a bite is full of saliva.

Shen Ji took two small bites, and the sweet juice poured into his throat. The boredom caused by Tang Ye seemed to be swallowed together and dissipated without a trace, just like what Fu Zaitong said.

The car didn't know where it was going, Shen Ji couldn't ignore Fu Zaitong's burning eyes, swallowed his words and stopped: "You are staring at me, is it because you want to eat an apple or because it is a poisonous apple?"

Fu Zaitong raised his eyebrows: "You are implying to me that you want to be like Snow White who eats an apple and passes out..."

Shen Ji quickly glanced at the driver in front of him, and interrupted Fu Yingdi's shameless words: "Where are we going?"

Fu Zaitong pinched his face: "My family."

Shen Ji's movement of gnawing the apple was stagnant, and he let out a slow voice.

He still wanted to ask Fu Zaitong that question.

Is it because... I have heard his songs and remembered him.

But why seek him?

Did he recognize him the day he had a fever and sang to him?

Now that he recognized it, why didn't he tell him?

A series of questions swirled in his mind, Shen Ji was afraid that he would be bald when he opened his mouth, so he quickly took two more bites of an apple to cover his mouth.

There was a soft, click-click sound, Fu Zaitong propped his chin and looked at him with puffy cheeks, couldn't help laughing: "Like a little hamster."

Then he sighed: "Some people have a special car to pick them up and eat apples, and some people have been busy all day without even a nice sentence."

Shen Ji glanced at him silently, looked out of the car window, got up and leaned forward, and said to the driver: "Please stop at the intersection ahead."

The driver stopped steadily at the intersection in front of him. It was already past midnight, and Yan City still hadn't stopped. There was a thin layer of snow in the sky, and the pedestrian street was crowded with people. The streets and alleys were covered with Christmas decorations, and the windows hung It is full of red socks and bells, and the cheerful and lively sound of "jingle bells, jingle bells" can be vaguely heard.

There are several fruit shops at the street corner that are still open, and the apples on display are big and red, and there are also specially tied apple bouquets.

Shen Ji got out of the car wearing a mask, and quietly blended into the crowd of buyers.

There are a lot of people here, and Fu Zaitong has a high degree of recognition. He has only been on a few rounds of hot searches today. If he is recognized here, there will definitely be traffic jams, but he still got out of the car and did not squeeze into the crowd. Beside the car door, he looked at Shen Ji's back with a smile.

After a while, seeing Shen Ji coming back holding a bouquet of apples, he couldn't help smiling, turned his head and knocked on the car window, lowered his voice to the driver, and flaunted: "Look at this kid, I'll give him a Apple, he sent me a bouquet of flowers."

The driver responded numbly.

tired.

The two tall, thin, long-legged men in overcoats were still conspicuous in the crowd. Shen Ji picked up the apple and quickened his pace. Seeing Fu Zaitong waiting by the car door, he said silently: "What are you doing down here..."

Fu Zaitong slowly opened the car door, bent slightly in a gentlemanly way: "Please."

Shen Ji got into the car without laughing, and said to the driver: "Turn left ahead, please, and go straight for another 1000 meters."

The driver started the car, and after he sat down, he turned around, met Fu Zaitong's expectant eyes, was taken aback for a moment, and realized: "Oh, this is not for you."

"..." Fu Zaitong's face darkened in disbelief, "Then who do you want to give it to? What about mine? Why don't I have an apple? It's Christmas and I can't have an apple?"

Like a mistreated child.

The corners of Shen Ji's mouth twitched slightly, and he took out a big and red one from his coat pocket: "It's for you, I just picked it for a long time, this one is the most beautiful."

Fu Zaitong took the apples, feeling slightly satisfied, then looked at the apple bouquet, still dissatisfied: "Then who do you want to give this to?"

The speed of the car was very fast, and the 1000 meters were approaching in an instant. Shen Ji stopped the car, holding a bouquet of apples and preparing to get off the car, pointing to the sign of the hospital: "Give it to a child who is sleeping late."

Of course Fu Zaitong knew that Shen Ji had a younger brother, because of the car accident he became a vegetable, and Shen Ji was so stubborn that he couldn't sing in front of people because of his younger brother.

His rambunctious expression withdrew, and after a few seconds of deliberation, he asked almost solemnly, "Shall I go with you?"

"Okay," Shen Ji recalled carefully, "Xiao Ling has seen your movie before."

Fu Zaitong smiled and said, "Then I can sign him a 'to the cutest little Ling in the world'."

Shen Ji: "..."

Why mention such a bad experience.

The two entered the inpatient department in a low-key manner. Shen Ji was familiar with the way here, and took Fu Zaitong along a less crowded road, straight up to Shen Ling's floor.When he arrived at the door of the ward, he raised his index finger to Fu Zaitong, said "shh", knocked on the door, and after a moment of silence, he opened the door.

The light and shadow in the ward was hazy, he looked at the thin young man lying on the bed, and smiled at Fu Zaitong: "Every time I come here, I always think that it would be great if it could be like that on TV, and Xiao Ling wasn't there when I opened the door On the hospital bed, I called his name, and then he came out of the bathroom..."

Fu Zaitong listened quietly, and gently stroked his head: "He must have heard everything."

Over the years, Shen Ji has long been used to facing Shen Ling like this, but after hearing what Fu Zaitong said, his nose became sore for no reason, he sniffed lightly, hummed with a nasal sound, and put the apple bouquet on the bedside , sat on the edge of the bed and touched the head of the peacefully sleeping teenager on the bed: "Xiao Ling, Merry Christmas."

Fu Zaitong also bent down and said softly, "Merry Christmas."

Back in the car, Shen Ji was already a little sleepy.

I've been really busy and tired recently, and today such a thing happened again, not only physically exhausted, but also mentally exhausted.

Originally, he still wanted to ask Fu Zaitong some questions, but within 2 minutes of getting in the car, Shen Ji leaned against the window and fell asleep vaguely while mustering up his courage.

Fu Zaitong waited for a while, but the blond beauty was really puzzled, so he could only feel a little wronged, and fished her over by himself.

Shen Ji leaned his head on his shoulder, exhaled warmly, and murmured, "Thank you."

Fu Zaitong paused for a moment, looked down at him, obviously fell asleep, and was thinking of saying thank you.

He tugged at the two drooping long eyelashes, and smiled: "If you don't say thank you, I will be happier."

Shen Ji unconsciously fell asleep, and even rubbed his head against Fu Zaitong's neck.

That look of trust can satisfy people very much, and it can also stimulate other desires.

Fu Zaitong's eyes were deep, and he stared at him for a while, then pulled the clothes beside him to cover him.

In order to maintain a moral bottom line, it is better not to watch it.

Shen Ji hadn't slept so deeply for a long time, and almost had no dreams all night. When he woke up, it was already light, but he opened his eyes in an unfamiliar environment, and the decoration style changed again. The apartment he went to before had a Nordic and cold style. The side is more Japanese-style log style.

He looked down at the appropriate tatami mats under him, and thought numbly: Damn rich.

Sure enough, Fu Zaitong was sitting in the living room, wearing a bathrobe, with his legs crossed lazily, with a computer on his lap, holding a coffee cup in one hand. He didn't know what he was looking at. When he heard footsteps, he turned his head and looked over , smiled: "Finally woke up, I thought I finally stole a

God, you're going to sleep with it. "

This natural and familiar attitude, this light and harmonious atmosphere like an old married couple.

Shen Ji silently squeezed the corner of his clothes, his eyes wandered for a while, and then he returned to Fu Zaitong.I don't know if Fu Zaitong did it on purpose, the collar of the bathrobe was open, revealing the outline of his chest muscles generously.

Being able to look at a man's chest muscles made her face blush and her heart beat, Shen Ji felt that something was wrong with her, swallowed, and looked away again: "Well... do you have any plans for today?"

Fu Zaitong pushed the computer, looked at him with a smile from pretending to be calm, looked down at his watch, got up and took him back to the bedroom, and said unhurriedly: "Today I have to ask you to be Santa Claus. "

A few question marks appeared above Shen Ji's head.

Fu Zaitong took him to the cloakroom and turned on the ceiling light: "Dress better."

want to go out?

Two words popped up in Shen Ji's mind instantly: dating.

……

When Fu Zaitong closed the door of the cloakroom gentlemanly, Shen Ji poked into the chat box of another gay man he knew so far with trembling fingertips.

-Shen Ji: Captain, when will you look at a man's chest muscles and see a blush?

- Ning Zui: Thank you for the invitation, it is always others who look at me and blush

-Shen Ji: Stop, simplify the sentence, when do you blush when you see a man?

- Ning Zui: Isn’t this nonsense, of course it’s when I like him

Of course when I like him.

like him.

Shen Ji was holding the phone in a daze, as if he had been immobilized. After a long while, the door of the cloakroom was knocked suddenly. He was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He stood up all over his body, followed by Fu Zaitong's blurred vision through the door. Her voice trembled violently: "...wear thicker clothes, it's cold outside."

It was like being hit by a strong electric current on the back, Shen Ji responded in a panic, looked down and saw Ning Zui mercilessly teasing "Are you blushing at a certain surnamed Fu", and typed viciously Three words: I did not!

After thinking about it, I felt that it was too dishonest, so I deleted it and typed it again: just a little bit!

After thinking about it again, he re-entered: his face became hot, not red.

When preparing to enter for the fourth time, Shen Ji suddenly felt like a psychopath, and threw the phone aside wearily, picked out clothes and put them on.

Unexpected fit.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he took a closer look at his slightly haggard face. For the first time, he was dissatisfied with his appearance—wasn’t it just that he had endured for more than a month, didn’t he just have not slept for a few days, why couldn’t he A little more radiant, a little more energetic...Fu Zaitong is outside.

I like Fu Zaitong.

While breathing, the mirror was covered with white mist, Shen Ji raised his hand to wipe off the mist, his eyes were reflected in the mirror, and his expression gradually became firm.

He thought seriously, I want to chase him.

Taking advantage of this warm winter day, he wanted to run towards the sun.

The author has something to say: Chicks go by day

感谢在2020-11-0522:20:09~2020-11-0623:39:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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