The four-year-old cute baby of the actor's family

Let out a suffocated breath.

In the mirror on the side, a young man with a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was holding a jeweled bow tie and dangled in front of his eyes.

The gem swayed gently like a pendulum, hypnotizing him into the strange and warm dream woven by Papa Liang.

Zhou Wen'an was so patronizing that he found out that there was no bathrobe in the bathroom after taking a bath, and he forgot to bring in a change of clothes just now.

His face was reddened by the heat, he wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door to go out.

Most of the bathrobes in the executive suite are in the cabinet in the porch. Zhou Wenan glanced at the porch and walked there quickly.

Liang Sihan had just poured a glass of whiskey at the mini bar, and was slowly sipping it, when he saw a glowing white figure walking towards the porch, as if he didn't see him.

He admired the slender and flexible figure for a moment, and his eyes seemed to be lit with a cluster of flames.

He took a sip of whiskey, the liquor slipped into his body, and he felt an unspeakable desire. He put down the glass and followed him to the porch calmly.

With a "creak", Zhou Wen'an opened the cabinet, and sure enough, he saw two long white cotton bathrobes. He had just pulled out one when he heard Liang Sihan's footsteps, and turned to look at him: "Papa Liang?"

Liang Sihan leaned lazily on the wardrobe, touched his wet and hairy head: "Why didn't you ask me to get it for you?"

"No need." What Zhou Wen'an thought in his heart was that if he couldn't find it, he could ask him again. He looked down at the bath towel on his waist, wondering whether he should go to the bathroom to change it in embarrassment.

Liang Sihan took the bathrobe and helped him open it and put it on. Then, he grabbed the waistband of the bathrobe and pulled it hard, pulling the wet little rabbit in front of him.

He fastened his belt slowly, then reached into the hem of his clothes, and when Zhou Wen'an narrowed his pupils, he pulled off the towel underneath.

When the bath towel was pulled out, the hem of the bathrobe opened slightly, revealing her long, fat-skinned legs.

With lust in Liang Sihan's eyes, he threw the towel with his backhand on the sofa not far away, and bent over to hug the big boy who was tidying up the hem of his bathrobe.

He walked towards the sofa in the living room and said regretfully, "Father Xiao Zhou, I tried it just now, but I can't lie down on the sofa, what should I do?"

Zhou Wen'an didn't look at the sofa, his eyes were focused on noticing that the bathrobe was about to slip off his knees, he hurriedly covered it with his hands, leaned into his arms and said in a low voice, "I know, I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."

He was about to come down, but he hugged him and turned towards the direction of the bed. He was about to ask a question, but he threw him onto the bed.

"what!"

Zhou Wen'an was thrown out, screaming in fright. Just as his back touched the soft big bed, before he had time to react, he was startled by the man who rushed forward. He shyly hid left and right, pulling Wearing a bathrobe, her fingers turned red with embarrassment.

Liang Sihan flicked the tips of his ears: "Is the air-conditioning too high? Hot?"

"A little."

Zhou Wen'an turned his head, looked at his strong arms supporting his head, and bit his lower lip, "Isn't Father Liang going to take a bath?"

"I don't want to go."

Zhou Wen'an smelled the smell of wine between his lips and teeth, which was a bit bitter. He doesn't know how to drink, let alone wine, so naturally he doesn't know what it is. He just wonders why there was no wine on the road just now. Could it be that he drank it in the room?

While he was elusive, Liang Sihan leaned up slightly, turned off the light, and the room became completely invisible in an instant, only two hot bodies, and breathing one after another.

The darkness gave Zhou Wen'an a layer of protection, which made him feel a subtle sense of security.

At least, he can look at the man in front of him, such a charming man, with the courage and courage.

"Father Xiao Zhou, I won the prize today, are you happy?"

Liang Sihan's voice was hoarse and low, as if scratching Zhou Wen'an's ear.

He thought wildly, wondering if Father Liang had ever been a voice actor, if he did, he must be very good.

Why does it seem that putting the three words Liang Sihan together with something will make people feel that they can definitely make a career out of it?

Liang Sihan didn't wait for an answer. He touched his face with his finger, slid it to his ear along the jawline, and rubbed it lightly: "Father Xiao Zhou? Fell asleep so soon?"

"No...no." Zhou Wen'an didn't pay attention to what he asked, and asked annoyedly, "Sorry... I was distracted just now. Can Dad Liang say it again?"

Afterwards, the man's body slowly pressed down, and there was a puff of heat in his ears: "Tell me what you are thinking first, and then I will tell you what I asked."

Zhou Wen'an twisted his waist impatiently, but felt that the bathrobe was being held down by him, and silently recovered without moving.

How to answer?Lie and say you're thinking tons?

A small ton of people sitting at home: ...? ? ?

Zhou Wen'an could imagine that if the little baby knew, he would tell himself with disapproving eyes, "How can an adult lie? No way, Dad."

"Huh? Lost your mind again?" Liang Sihan pinched his plump and round earlobes.

Following his movements, Zhou Wen'an rubbed his head a little, taking advantage of the night to decide to tell the truth: "No. It's just... I'm sorry to tell Papa Liang."

"Why?" Liang Sihan propped himself up, put the bridge of his nose against the tip of his nose, and seduced him with a low hoarse voice, "I really want to know what Xiao Zhou's father is thinking, does it have anything to do with me? Xiao Zhou's father, tell me, okay?"

Zhou Wen'an clamored in his heart: Yes, it's all about you.

The reality is, he restrained all his emotions and said as calmly as possible: "I was thinking that Papa Liang's voice is very nice, and it seems that he is also very suitable as a voice actor."

Liang Sihan was thoughtful: "Really? Someone mentioned this before, but I haven't tried it yet."

Zhou Wen'an understands: a truly outstanding person is like a shining gem, and will be found everywhere.

However, from what Father Liang said, it seems like he doesn't like dubbing?That's right, if he is an actor, he must like the camera more than the recorder.

He was annoyed, as if he shouldn't have said that, hey, what a stinky topic.

"What type of film or role does Xiao Zhou's father think I am suitable for dubbing?"

"Huh?" Zhou Wen'an was surprised, "Actually, I don't know much about dubbing, but I just think Papa Liang's voice is nice."

How can I always be stupid in front of him.

"Really?" Liang Sihan deliberately pressed his lips to his ear, slowed down his tone, and said in a breathy voice, "Father Xiao Zhou, can you describe it, which one sounds better?"

Hearing this burst of sound and the hot air pouring into the ear canal, Zhou Wen'an's whole body was completely numb with his ears as the core, and his seven souls and six souls were hooked away.

He squinted his eyes, his brain was turning white, he pursed his lips and muttered in his heart in that cute tone: Father Liang, you made a foul.

Zhou Wen'an kicked his feet lightly, trying to wake up, and muttered in his thoughts: "Does Father Liang know Indiansummer?"

When Liang Sihan heard this word on the first day of the junior high school, he was stunned, and asked with a low smile, "America's autumn tiger?"

In the English context, Indiansummer is mostly used to describe the warmness before the harsh winter, and some people compare it to autumn in southern China.

Zhou Wen'an's voice was fluttering, soft and loving: "It is the last and unforgettable warmth before the endless and long winter. Emily Dickens described it as immortal wine in her poems. It is both warm and regrettable."

Following Zhou Wen'an's tone, Liang Sihan gently kissed his smooth and tender cheek: "Why do you say Indiansummer is both warm and regretful?"

"Indiansummer is so beautiful that people can temporarily forget the threat and fear brought by the cold; but Indiansummer is too short, fleeting, no matter how hard you try to keep it, he will eventually leave, and then there will be a cold, long winter .”

When Zhou Wen'an said this, he felt like crying, and his nose was sore.

Liang Sihan kissed his temples reverently: "It's very unique." It was full of poetic and picturesque flavor.

He always forgets that his little Zhou's father is a creator. It may be an illusion caused by his consistent restraint and shyness. In fact, his inner world is far richer and more interesting than ordinary people.

Zhou Wen'an took advantage of the night to enjoy his feathery kiss: "Would you... like it?"

Would you like these words?

Would you like to talk to me?

will you like me?

Zhou Wen'an looked at the man expectantly.

"Yeah." Liang Sihan sniffed the breath on his neck lightly, the smell of unfamiliar bath liquid, too sweet and greasy, his Xiao Zhou's father is suitable for the refreshing sour and sweet breath, the unique and bright young man's unique breath, " like very much."

Zhou Wen'an was delighted in his heart, rubbing his fingertips on the bed sheet lightly, reminding him: "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

Liang Sihan felt lazy and hummed lazily: "It's very comfortable to lean against Xiao Zhou's father, I don't want to move."

He also wants to become a ton, relying on his warm and soft father Xiao Zhou.

Zhou Wen'an kept silent and closed his eyes quietly, but the corners of his mouth kept smiling.

A lot has happened during this time, but life seems to be moving in a good direction.

When he was laughing, his lips suddenly touched another pair of soft lips.

In an instant, the fireworks in his mind exploded, and Zhou Wenan froze for a few seconds at a loss, unable to believe that Father Liang actually kissed his lips.

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