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Ying Hao took over the soup, and suddenly said: "Didn't you come here after the meeting, what's the matter with this soup?"

Fu Zhenjun smiled and said, "Tea water, it's very simple."

Ying Hao: "..."

He stared at Li Xunze who was close in front of him, and remembered Sister Jin's reaction.

He pretended to be surprised and said, "No way, you really gave me tea—"

Fu Zhenjun smiled and said: "You didn't drink it before, but this time you have to drink it up no matter what."

Ying Hao opened the door, and the two entered the suite.

The suite was completely different from what I saw last time. The hall was full of gifts, and the bedroom became a sea of ​​flowers.

Ying Hao said with a smile: "These flowers are all given by others. I originally wanted to throw them away, but when I thought about it, it would be nice to pile them here."

The bright colors in the room are not enough to describe the love in his heart.

Ying Hao pulled Fu Zhenjun to sit down, he opened the thermos, the smell of chicken soup came out, and subconsciously laughed.

"Okay, what about the tea water? Ginseng chicken soup, isn't it a great tonic."

"Drink, drink, drink."

Ying Hao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are really impatient, I'm not that anxious. I'll go get a bowl, let's drink together."

Fu Zhenjun only felt very hot. The first time he and Ying Hao met was only two days ago, but it felt like a long, long time.

He rushed here eagerly, didn't he have such a thought in his heart?

When the two drank together, Ying Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "You really made this?"

"Yeah, the craftsmanship is not bad."

"When you were on the show before, you still said you didn't know how to cook, and you said that you had never been in a kitchen since you were a child, and you have made great progress."

Fu Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "I didn't say that, you must have remembered it wrong."

"Well, maybe I remembered wrongly. I thought you wouldn't come. There will be a banquet tonight, and many stars will come to perform for me. Sing a song for me."

Fu Zhenjun smiled and said: "Okay, this is not easy, let me sing you a song 'Exploding Planet'."

"It's not the end of the world, what 'exploding planet', I want to hear you sing... just sing 'Love in Distant Time and Space'."

Fu Zhenjun was dumbfounded, "Love is in a distant time and space"?

Whose song is it?Li Xunze's?

He only knows about Exploding the Planet and what is the other song called, and he didn't even listen to the rest.

Ying Hao said: "You sang it when you first debuted. Although it's not very good, I like the meaning of it."

Fu Zhenjun opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Ying Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

Fu Zhenjun coughed a few times, and said awkwardly: "It's been a long time since I sang..."

Ying Hao clapped his hands suddenly, and said, "I was wrong, 'Love is in a distant time and space' seems to be my song."

Fu Zhenjun was speechless.

He looked at Ying Hao with some trepidation.

Is Ying Hao suspicious?

... Even if he was suspicious, so what, he refused to admit it, and there was always an excuse.

Fu Zhenjun said: "I have forgotten all those songs before, and I haven't practiced for a long time. Let me tell you the truth, now I don't know how to sing other than the song Exploding Planet and that song." Love is in the distance Time and Space', sing it to me."

Ying Hao dimmed the lights and stood in front of the bed.

"You sit on the bed—"

Fu Zhenjun took off his shoes and sat on the bed, staring at Ying Hao who had already entered the state.

Some people are born stars, as long as someone pays attention, they can shine and radiate heat.

There is no audio accompaniment, no guitarist, no drummer, no backing dancers, no stage lighting, but Ying Hao's voice is magnetic and sexy, with deep appeal, or the love in his voice, which interprets the essence of the song vividly.

"The distant sky

endless universe

My love breaks free from the shackles of time

please hold my hand

Future world

strange faces

My love is chasing after you and my memory

i will find you

......"

The love in this song, like a tide, rushed to him, stretched, and washed his heart.

Fu Zhenjun felt that the voice seemed to penetrate him, go deep into his soul, and draw out his true self.

Who is Ying Hao looking at with such affectionate gaze?

Li Xunze?

Or he Fu Zhenjun?

Ying Hao chanted softly, and at the end of the song, he seemed to have more meaning.

He whispered, "Xunze...Thank you for coming to my side."

Fu Zhenjun subconsciously grabbed the pillow next to him nervously.

He thought, what if Ying Hao knew that he was Fu Zhenjun?

An old man in his 40s and almost [-]s.

Would Ying Hao feel sick?

A dead ghost who died in vain.

Would Ying Hao think that he came here to collect debts and claim his life?

Ying Hao climbed onto the bed and got closer.

At the moment when Fu Zhenjun was stunned, and when he blinked again, Ying Hao's face was already magnified in front of his eyes.

He subconsciously leaned back.

He said in his heart, maybe one day, you will regret it, and instead of thanking me, he will be afraid of me.

Ying Hao's face came closer, his warm lips pressed up, and he kissed him tenderly.

Fu Zhenjun hugged Ying Hao's neck.

He has lived most of his life and still cares about what to do with these unknown and uncertain things.

The most important thing in life is to grasp the people in front of you and cherish the feelings in front of you.

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Students are asked to make up [-] characters, passionate [-] characters, and passionate [-] characters! ! !

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The crushed rose juice dyed the bed of ecstasy.

The messy bedding was half dragged on the ground, and the petals were scattered all over the ground.

The two people on the bed were naked, embracing each other and kissing tenderly.

After the passion subsides, what is left is tenderness and attachment.

This picture is intoxicatingly beautiful.

This love, gentle intoxication.

Ying Hao held his face and whispered softly: "No matter who you are, I don't care, I only care about the present, whether you love me or not, do you love me?"

Fu Zhenjun only felt that his heart was about to be melted by this soft and magnetic voice.

He likes Ying Hao, from instinct at the beginning to his own heartbeat at the end.

He saw the stubbornness and unyieldingness in Ying Hao's bones, and saw the fragility and emptiness in his heart.

Suddenly there is a feeling of pity for him...

"I have loved you since a long time ago, and you know best in your heart."

"No...not a long time ago, I just ask you now, put aside the past, do you love me?"

"...Although it's nasty, no matter if it's me before or now, I love you the same."

Fu Zhenjun thought of Li Xunze's heart, and wanted to love with this young man's heart.

Ying Hao hugged him tightly, and suddenly burst into tears.

Fu Zhenjun thought to himself, this kind of emotional change is too fast, actors are just different.

After a long time, Ying Hao said in a low voice: "Xun Ze, if there is regret medicine in this world... If there is, how wonderful it would be!!!"

Fu Zhenjun caressed his back, and the scene of Ying Hao playing the piano crazily appeared in his mind.

That madness, that pain, regret...just for Fu Zhenjun.