narrow red

"Jiu Ye," Kuang Zheng said in a cold voice, "he came to my house for a fling?"

"Mr. Kuang," Wen Jiu also put on his hat, the brim of the hat raised up beautifully, slightly higher than him, "You got it wrong, I'm straight."

Kuangzheng didn't care about his sexual orientation, but simply resented him intervening between himself and Baochan, "Come to me if you have something to do," he said in a quiet but domineering voice, "Don't provoke Baochan, he and you It doesn't matter if his circle or my circle, he just wants to sing."

Wen Jiu also looked at him very close, a wonderful and fearsome man.

"The matter about the pink chicken," Kuang Zheng stared into his eyes, talking one after another, "Wanrong Zhenhui took your heat, from a personal point of view, I can apologize..."

"No need," Wen Jiu said lazily, "Bao Chan apologized for you."

Kuang Zheng was slightly taken aback.

"He said." Wen Jiu also squinted his eyes, "You accept everything he says."

Kuangzheng turned his head abruptly, and Baochan was standing there in a watery white dress, as if he knew he had made his own decisions, a little timidly: "Brother, I..."

Kuang Zheng didn't let him finish, he turned to face Wen Jiu, without any hesitation: "Yes, I agree with everything he said."

Wen Jiu also raised his eyebrows, caught off guard by taking a mouthful of dog food, so damn choking.Feeling bored, he brushed past Kuang and was about to leave, halfway there, he turned around and asked Baochan, "Hey, did you learn that song?"

"Ah?" Baochan responded for a moment, he said "kiss everywhere", "learned."

"Okay," Wen Jiu also lowered the brim of his hat, "I'll contact you later."

After finishing speaking, he turned up his hood, swaggered away with the pull of a superstar.

He walked on his front feet, straightened his back feet and came over, holding Bao Chan's waist: "What song did he send you?"

The title of the song is a bit ambiguous, Bao Chan is afraid that he will think too much: "A Cantonese song."

"What song?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Bao Chan couldn't resist him, and muttered, "Kiss everywhere."

One kiss steals a heart, one kiss kills a person, Kuangzheng knew this song, and tightened his hand: "I'm busy with Xiao Nong's family property in Xishan, you don't need someone to accompany you when you are alone at home." .”

These words were rare and bitter, Baozhan was stunned: "What did you say?"

In the quiet practice room, with his lover in thin silk, Kuang Zheng couldn't hold back, took a step forward, and pushed him back against the huge mirror wall: "Do you think I'm jealous?"

"Brother, you..." Bao Chan struggled, blushing, "Don't make trouble!"

Kuang Zheng didn't let him refuse, raised his hand and thumped the mirror with a loud bang.

Baochan was startled, stared at him blankly, and bent down, so forcefully, as if he was about to swallow him alive, getting closer and closer, so close that his breath sprayed on the tip of his nose, it was very hot...

"Treasure place!" The door of the practice room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Sa Shuang ran in happily, "A letter from the city theater troupe..." Seeing the situation in the room, he closed his mouth, his eyes widened, and Gu Lulu was in front of Kuang Zheng and Baochan turned around, and three seconds later, she exited neatly and slammed the door behind her.

"Sa..." For a moment, Baochan's face flushed red, and he tried to push Kuangzheng away in a panic, but Kuangzheng hugged him tightly and said domineeringly, "They will know sooner or later."

Yes, in life, hatred can be concealed, ambition can be suppressed, but love cannot be hidden. Baochan softened in Kuangzheng's arms, and rested his forehead on his shoulder in frustration.

He panicked with embarrassment and wanted to go home, but Kuang Zheng didn't plan to go to the company anymore, and the two of them skipped work together.They haven't had a peaceful meal at home for a long time. Baozhan made scallion pancakes, eight-treasure octopus, candied sweet potatoes, and well-cooked beef tendons, filling the room with the long-lost aroma.

After dinner, Baochan took a shower, wiped his wet hair and ate mangoes, the phone rang on the tea table, he picked it up and saw it was Wen Jiuye.

Kuang was stewing bird's nest in the kitchen, and glanced back.

Baochan hangs up the phone as if burning his hand.

"Who?" Kuang Zheng pretended to be casual.

"Wen Jiu," Bao Chan didn't lie to him, "I'm dead."

Kuang Zheng didn't speak, but nodded in satisfaction.

After eating the fruit, Baochan went up to the second floor with his mobile phone, and just entered the bedroom, the call came again, it was Wen Jiuye, he hesitated for a while, clutching the receiver, and hung up for the second time.

This time, Wen Jiu stopped calling and sent a WeChat instead: Why did you hang up on me?

Baochan replied to him: My brother is so angry, you still call!

It was quiet there for a long time, and I sent a sentence: Do you live together?

Bao Zhan misunderstood this, he thought that Wen Jiu was also surprised by his relationship with Kuang Zheng, so he mustered up the courage to admit: Yes, we are in a relationship.

Wen Jiu also: Fuck me!I thought……

He thought that Kuangzheng and Baozhan were in a nurturing relationship. After all, in the entertainment industry, there is no real relationship between a starlet and a capitalist.

Bao Chan wanted to ask him why, but Wen Jiu withdrew that message and changed it: Check Weibo and come over on time.

Baozhan then clicked on Weibo, the message interface, and there were tens of thousands of forwarded notifications, he immediately poked them in, and it was Wen Jiu who also posted a blog to circle him: Dude @乔义洲宝昕, 14:30, here comes Hot Wheels wheat.

"Oh my God..." Baochan stared at the red message board, at a loss for a moment, glanced at his watch, there were still 02 minutes until 30:5, he quickly sent a WeChat message to Wen Jiu: What are you doing!

Wen Jiu also replied in seconds: "Nothing, I'll take you to the top."

Get on... your shit!Baochan was really angry: I won't go, I won't connect the wheat!

Wen Jiu is also ruthless: I have tens of millions of fans, if you don't come, the whole Internet will hang on to me.

Baozhan typed quickly: You are a strong man!

After thinking about it, he deleted it and re-entered: Sister Lan is already very angry about the photo, we shouldn't interact at this time...

Wen Jiu's news arrives first: I greeted Lan Tian.

Baochan was stunned: She agreed?

Wen Jiu also sent a voice message: "Bao Chan, do you think you are popular now? Let me tell you, no matter how popular you are on Hot Wheels and Weibo, you are still just an Internet celebrity."

The topic changed so quickly that Baochan couldn't figure out what he meant: That's not what you said yesterday.

"Yes, the strategy has changed." Wen Jiu also went to Ruyi Island to find him in the morning, just to talk about it, "Lan Tian knows very well that the only person who can quickly take you out of the circle is me."

Baozhan blinked slowly, and understood a little bit, they wanted to use this same-sex scandal to stir up a wave of enthusiasm.

"I'll bring you into the mainstream, and then brand endorsements and film and television resources will naturally come to you," Wen Jiu also said in a sophisticated way, "When even the aunts on the street know you, you will be really popular."

But Baochan didn't care, he didn't even think about popularity, resources, and getting out of the circle.

"At that time, you will have the ability to influence the audience's preferences." Wen Jiu also knew what he cared about, "You are qualified to say that you are here to revitalize Peking Opera."

With just one sentence, Baochan was shaken: "But my brother..."

"You are an artist, 'red' is your job." Wen Jiu is also a senior, speaking forcefully, "Your brother should understand you, not restrain you."

Baochan fell into deep thought, but did not reply for a long time.

Wen Jiu also sent one last message: Don't dawdle, come up to me right away.

This is the end of the matter, Baozhan no longer entangled, left the bedroom and went to the study, put the mobile phone on the table, and logged into the Hot Wheels account. As soon as he went online, the comment area exploded:

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The baby is really here!sisters!

I c I cried!

Is the baby at home, the hair is still wet.

Our baby is so brave!

Come on baby, Master Jiu is waiting for you!

Baozhan didn't have time to read the comments, Wen Jiu's mic application flashed on the page, he clicked to accept, and the live broadcast interface switched, Wen Jiu also appeared on the same screen as him, wearing a laser gradient limited-edition t-shirt and full makeup , with a beautiful face on, sitting in front of the giant trendy toys signed by the artist, bent the corners of his mouth: "Here we come."

Baochan nodded slightly, and sat down on the luxurious buffalo leather high-back chair.

The comment area is frantically swiping:

What do you mean, is this a fact?

What else do you mean, it doesn't matter that Master Jiu can work so hard?

Really, a high-profile show of love at the textbook level orz

In the past, many popular searches on Chuanbaozhan were bought by lady fans, but now it seems that they may be Tianwang fans (laughing cry)

u1s1, Baozhan's face value is really good, and the beauty without opening is better than the beauty.

Our baby is a picture killer>w

I go! ! !

What kind of corpse is cheating upstairs?

Behind the treasure!that painting!

There is a picture of a pink chicken hanging on the back of Baozhan, which he asked casually at the auction, and Kuangzheng pulled it home from Wanrong Zhenhui. There is Lu Ranxia's autograph in the lower right corner, and the conservative valuation is around 5000 million.

The comment area continues to explode:

Su Jiade just took a picture two months ago, it doesn't seem to be this big, it's tens of millions, and it's all on the hot search!

Are you so fierce...

Poverty not only limits my imagination, but also limits my aesthetics. What is this tm painting!

What are you talking about, did anyone see the watch turner in the corner...

? ? ?What is a turntable?

See, I'm sour, there are two pieces of rm (1).

The baby turned out to be a rich man?Is that Master Jiu's high climb?

Sure enough, excellent people only fall in love with excellent people...

On the low cabinet behind Baochan was a small watch-turner, with six dials, and a few daily-worn mechanical watches, all of which were presents from Ruyizhou guests during the holidays. He moved the chair and found an angle to turn the watch. device blocked.

Downstairs, Kuangzheng has stewed the bird’s nest, waiting for him to come down to eat. Ever since Baochan became a “star”, checking Weibo has become Kuangzheng’s daily life. I need to make a card, and when I enter Chaohua, I will see a new top: Baby Jiuye Lian Maizhong, baby fans, hurry up and support Duck~

Lianmai?Kuang Zheng looked upstairs, frowned and turned on Hot Wheels. As soon as he entered Wen Jiuye's live broadcast room, he heard the brisk melody of guitar and synthesizer:

"You're playing this game of threading," Wen Jiu snapped his fingers and sang affectionately to the camera, "End with him, he stays with him, be careful—"

On the other side of the screen is Baochan in a bathrobe. He has just taken a shower, and his hair is still dripping with water. He is immature and jerky: "One kiss will turn all living beings upside down..."

Wen Jiu also took it: "One kiss can save a person!"

Kissing everywhere, they sang alternately, the special Cantonese pronunciation, lips and teeth rubbing, breathing lightly, Kuang Zheng's complexion is getting worse and worse.

On the contrary, Wen Jiu on the screen also laughed: "A kiss steals a heart—"

Baochan followed his rhythm: "One kiss kills a person..."

Wen Jiu is also persuasive: "A string of sensitivity, a string of gold—"

Baochan followed suit: "One second of rugged travel!"

Kuang Zheng snapped a picture of his phone, the bird's nest cup on the coffee table shook, and a wisp of smoke-like heat came out.

Not long after, Baochan came downstairs, probably just sang a song with Wen Jiu, and walked to the sofa with his slippers on, Kuang sat there with his back on his back, without looking back.

"Brother," Baochan put his arms around his neck and reported proactively, "I just..."

"I don't like you singing with others," Kuang Zheng interrupted him, "I don't even want others to see you."

Bao Chan stared at him blankly, then let go of his hand.

"I never knew I was so selfish," Kuang Zheng turned his face away, "I want to occupy all your time, space, and everything about you."

"elder brother……"

At this time, Baochan's cell phone rang, and he looked down at the number. It was Xiaocha, the leader of the city troupe.

"Teacher Bao," the other party asked, "Have you received the invitation letter?"

Invitation letter...Bao Chan thought back to the theater building. In the practice room, Sa Shuang pushed the door and came in with a courier under his arm: "Ah, I received it."

"Okay," Leader Xiaocha said very politely, "Mr. Nabao, the Municipal Theater Troupe is looking forward to Ruyizhou's visit."

(1) rm: Richard Mille, the top Swiss watch.