domineering man

While recovering from his injuries, people from the crew came to see him one after another.

Suhang expressed his apology to him, and he told Suhang not to care in a good temper.

This matter is a deliberate calculation by someone with a heart, and has nothing to do with Suhang.

Although Yin Su looks thin and weak, he has strong self-healing ability, but within a week, the wound has scabbed and he can move freely.

He has gradually gained some feeling in his legs, but he still sits in the wheelchair calmly.

Half a month later, "The Backyard of the House Gate" was officially wrapped, and the crew held a wrap-up banquet as usual.

Yinsu, who had regained his vitality, was naturally also at the banquet.

He looked at the liquid in the glass, with a slightly intoxicating fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, but he didn't take a sip for a long time.

A veiled gaze crossed the crowd and landed on him, with vicious eagerness and a scrutinizing visit.

He looked at the liquid in the glass curiously, took a sip, it was sweeter than expected, he smashed his mouth and drank half of the glass.

"You are Yinsu. I didn't expect you to be so good at acting for the first time. Can you teach me? I have been watching you for a long time..."

The slightly excited voice was a little noisy in the ears.

He opened his misty eyes, he couldn't see what the person in front of him looked like, but he was a little impatient with the noise.

"Who are you……"

The voice was cold as before, but it was a little vague because of the slight drunkenness.

"You don't remember me. I'm in the same crew as you. That's right. I can't compare to you. I can play an important role for the first time. How can we catch your eyes with group performances like ours... ..."

The other party's tone gradually changed, Yin Su felt dizzy, impatient to continue listening, and pushed the wheelchair to the toilet.

The churning in his stomach was suppressed by him, but he was still a little weak.

He slumped on the wheelchair a little idly, his dark pupils drifting a little.

This wine was different from what he drank in another world.

The toilet door was opened, and there was a sound of footsteps approaching him.

He tilted his head and wanted to go out, but found that the toilet door was locked.

When he raised his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him with a puffy stomach.

It was that gaze that seemed to be filled with mucus, exuding a stench of decay.

His stomach turned violently, and his good self-cultivation prevented him from vomiting it out in front of his face.

"It took me a lot of effort to meet you. You said that Zhao Qian is so good, but he is a second-generation ancestor who doesn't understand anything. If you follow me, then you can get what you want."

Hearing Zhao Qian's name, he raised his lazy eyelids, and just sat on the wheelchair crookedly looking at the middle-aged man with a big belly in front of him.

Mr. Sun licked his dry lips. This kind of Yinsu did not have the mundane taste of other people. Although he was sitting and looking up at him, there was an inexplicable sense of nobility that did not put everything in his eyes.

The lips soaked in the wine were moist and red, looking at Mr. Sun's whole body was hot and his lower abdomen was tight.

He almost couldn't wait to rush over, wanting to hug this thin body.

As soon as he jumped out, Mr. Sun's body stopped halfway, and a hand on his neck abruptly stopped his movements.

"Don't always look at me like that, it's not good."

Yin Su's eyes were still hazy, he sighed and shook his head gently.

As soon as Mr. Sun heard Yin Su's words, he felt that Yin Su was trying to refuse the welcome and was making a final struggle.

He wanted to grab the white hand on his neck, but just as he moved, his pupils dilated involuntarily, and his face instantly turned from pale to purple.

Yin Su sat crookedly, with the other hand resting on his forehead, he shook his head while murmuring.

"Not good, really not good."

At this time, Mr. Sun looked at Yin Su's indifferent and confused look as if he saw an evil spirit. His fat body knelt down, his veins bulged, and he let out a "ho ho" sound of dying struggle.

There were a few chaotic footsteps outside, mixed with anxious arguments.

"It's all your fault that you can run where the injury is not healed. You didn't take a good look at him."

"I said Mr. Zhao, he is such a big man, there is no need to keep an eye on him all the time."

"Can he be the same as others? There are people in this kind of occasion. Who knows if anyone bullies him."

"... "

The voice gradually approached, and Yin Su's lowered eyes moved. Mr. Sun in front of him was already exhaling more air than inhaling. He shook his head seriously and threw the other party into the toilet cubicle.

"Murder is illegal, not good."

Just at this time, the toilet door was kicked open, and as soon as Zhao Qian came in, he saw Yin Su's flushed face and misty eyes.

"you've been drinking?"

As soon as he got closer, he could still smell the faint smell of alcohol on Yin Su's body.

Yin Su raised his head, stretched out his hand to grab it, and with Zhao Qian's cooperation, he grabbed his hair. His soft voice was like a draft, reeking of alcohol.

"I'm drunk..."

After finishing speaking, Yin Su didn't let go, but felt that the soft short hair was particularly comfortable to hold. He grabbed it twice, thinking of the hairless bird that he locked in a cage in another world.

Zhao Qian leaned down and watched Yin Su's normally indifferent black eyes become misty and watery, his pale face was tinged with drunken pink, his well-manicured long hair was a little loose, and a few strands of hair blocked it. His delicate eyebrows and eyes.

With a "gudong", his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he felt his heart burning.

Yin Su blinked his narrowed eyes, and raised his hand to hold Zhao Qian's heart.

"Jump so fast..."

Zhao Qian felt that even his fingertips were hot and numb.

He bent down to hug Yin Su, and nuzzled at Wu Mingyuan who hadn't followed in behind.

"Push the wheelchair back."

Money was spent, but it should not be wasted.

Wu Mingyuan was a little helpless. When he went in, he saw a pair of legs exposed in the toilet cubicle.

Thinking that someone might be drunk, he didn't think much, and pushed the wheelchair out.

Yin Su was hugged by Zhao Qian, and the warm body temperature wrapped his cold body. He took the initiative to move to a more comfortable position, with his eyes half-closed and half-open, obviously not sober.

Zhao Qian hugged him out of the banquet like this, and when he walked to the hall, Yin Su looked at a person in the corner.

The man who took the initiative to talk to him.

Hope to see you again next time, after all, he is serious about revenge.

When he returned to the Bauhinia Garden, Yin Su had already napped comfortably for several times. Zhao Qian put Yin Su on the bed, and walked around a few times with some annoyance and eagerness.

It's better to help him take off his clothes. Yin Su, who smells like alcohol, will not like it.

However, it seems to be taking advantage of others.

Wait, isn't he the patron? Not only can he take off his little lover's clothes, but he can also sleep!

Just doing what he said, Zhao Qian started to unbutton Yin Su with a bright red face and bright eyes.

The neck that had always been tightly wrapped was exposed, and the sunken collarbone, the slightly undulating mouth, and the pale but firm skin were revealed inch by inch in Zhao Qian's hands.

Zhao Qian's eyes were glued together, and when he unbuttoned the last button, he fixed his eyes on Yinsu's trousers again.

Well, sleeping naked is good for your health, so let’s take it all off.

With a high-sounding reason, Zhao Qian put his hand on the zipper of his trousers. As soon as he touched his hand, his hair was grabbed again and pulled up a little.

"What are you doing……"

Zhao Qian was so startled that his hands shook and his heart almost jumped out.

Looking at him quietly with dark and cold eyes, Zhao Qian couldn't tell whether Yin Su was awake or not.

He tried his best to hide his panic about doing something bad, and said solemnly: "I'm helping you wipe your body."

Yin Su blinked his eyes, his black eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were filled with pure goodness.

"Thank you, you're such a nice guy."

Zhao Qian silently climbed out of bed and brought out a basin of water.

It's a pity that Mr. Zhao has never served anyone before. Looking at Yin Suchi's naked upper body, his eyes began to drift away, and he wiped it, and the towel didn't know where it got.

However, Yin Su just opened his big black shiny eyes and looked at him quietly.

Zhao Qian's expression was serious, and he showed the momentum of reciting family precepts, and silently recited the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra in his heart.

After finally wiping it off, Zhao Qian was sweating profusely.

Looking at the back figure who was obviously holding his breath, Yin Su blinked his eyes and smiled softly.

Zhao Qian looked up, seeing that Yin Su's eyes were still following him, he vowed to do Liu Xiahui to the end, and said seriously: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

He straightened his back and wanted to go out, but found that Yin Su's eyes were as dull as a porcelain doll. Wherever he went, those eyes followed.

Obviously, Yinsu's consciousness is a little unclear now.

The foot that had just reached the door was taken back again, Zhao Qian still had that serious expression.

"The weather forecast says there will be thunder today, so I'd better stay with you."

Weather forecast: I didn't say that.

He touched the bed and saw that Yinsu just opened his eyes and didn't speak, so he let out a sigh of relief, took off his coat, and lay quietly on the other side of Yinsu.

Yin Su turned his head around, still looking at him.

Zhao Qian felt a little depressed.

Obviously he is the overlord, why would he have to be trembling when climbing into the bed of a little lover.

Unconvinced, he turned around and looked at Yin Su, but as soon as he moved, his eyes were covered by Yin Su.

"Shh, sleep."

The exhaled hot air carried an intoxicating aroma of wine, and the soft and hoarse voice was very pleasant.

The very coaxable Mr. Zhao immediately burst into laughter from ear to ear because of such close contact.

He moved his body quietly, leaning shoulder to shoulder with Yin Su.

Yin Su moved down the hand covering Zhao Qian's eyes, and finally put it on his heart.

Vigorous vitality was beating in his palm.

Zhao Qian rolled his closed eyes twice, and he wriggled restlessly. Seeing that Yin Su didn't respond, he stretched out his hand to cover the back of Yin Su's cold hand, and pressed his palm against his heart.

The drunkenness made Yin Su feel relaxed, and the exhausted sleepiness almost overwhelmed him.

He gently moved his legs under the quilt, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhao Qian, who hadn't noticed anything, was filled with excitement in every cell. After doing a few big things in his brain, he smacked his lips in satisfaction, grabbed Yin Su's hand that was placed on Yuexiong's mouth, and fell into it happily. in a dream.