His white moonlight, slag skill level one hundred

There is only one bedroom and one living room in the new house, and Xiangbei strongly requested to transform the living room into a part of the kitchen, the kitchen partition wall becomes an island, the entrance opens into a large open kitchen, and the balcony becomes a garden dining room, so there is only one problem left.

"Where do you sleep if the living room is removed?" Su Zhe asked, originally he planned to turn the living room into a bedroom.

"Isn't there a bedroom?" Xiang Bei said confidently.

Su Zhe nodded, and said politely: "Let me put it another way, where do I sleep?"

"Couldn't it be possible to change to a two-meter-large bed?" Xiang Bei said with a smile, "I've seen it, the bedroom can fit."

Su Zhe raised his head from the phone, looked at Xiang Beidao in surprise, "You know I'm gay, right?"

"I don't have amnesia." Xiang Bei raised his eyebrows, "Even if you are gay, it doesn't mean you have to do something if you share the same bed with a man, right?"

"A man and a woman sleep in the same bed for a long time without any physical contact, it means that the man is impotent... No!" Su Zhe threw away the phone and stood up and roared, he was really irritable, "No one would do this Do it! It’s not that you have to sleep in a bed, why do you need to sleep in a bed! Can’t you rent a house by yourself? It’s not that you don’t have money!”

Xiang Bei was stunned for a moment, then his eyebrows turned into horoscopes, his eyes were filled with tears, and he had an aggrieved expression: "You actually yelled at me?"

Su Zhe: "...don't come here, I've seen too much."

Covering his face in the north, he let out a humming voice: "I'm going to pay half of the rent for you, and you've been away for a long time, and I'm alone in the vacant room. Where can you find such a good roommate?" He posed on the sofa. Made an S shape, and suddenly raised his face, "Isn't my cooking delicious? Didn't I spend my own money to buy food? Didn't I always treat you well?"

The narration box pops up quite appropriately: Ah, is this what love feels like?Xiang Bei thought, whether it is or not, Su Zhe's expression is really too funny.

Su Zhe: "..."

"Ahhhhhh—" Xiang Bei rushed into the bedroom covering his face, and locked the door, "Let's sleep in separate rooms tonight!"

After the door closed for a while, Su Zhe realized that Xiangbei had locked the bedroom door.

Hold.

The sofa in the living room is small and narrow. Although it can be turned into a sofa bed, it is still uncomfortable for an adult man. Fortunately, the central air conditioner is sufficient, and the living room is quite warm.Su Zhe made the sofa bed while calculating how to occupy the bedroom tomorrow. After sleeping on it, it felt okay and soft. He sat down with the pillow behind his neck and began to watch videos.Before going to bed, he likes to watch some wild animals and natural scenery, and this time is no exception. He turned to a film recording the evolution of European animals and cities, watched the sleepiness rise, yawned and was about to put down his phone While sleeping, suddenly a familiar face appeared in the corner of the screen.

Su Zhe's eyes widened suddenly, and he sat up and took a closer look at the phone: It was an Asian face, which was already conspicuous in a documentary full of Westerners, and what was even more impossible to ignore was that this person did not blend in. In the documentary, he wandered around in the frame like a walk, picking flowers and patting trees for a while, with a happy and leisurely attitude. The most important thing is that he knew this face and died seven years ago.

This person is Wang Ming, who entered the industry with Su Zhe, and they are almost good friends. He graduated from a sports school in a small city and always wanted to be a martial arts star. He always said, "I'm just a temporary martial artist." , have similar personalities and similar interests, and often introduce jobs to each other, until he felt that his appearance was an obstacle to his job as an actor, and died in an accident during a plastic surgery.

Su Zhe's face was almost pasted on the phone, and the video couldn't be zoomed in, so he had to look at it as close as possible. The more he watched, the more he felt like it. Even if the scene of the documentary changed, and Wang Ming came out from a strange angle, he still That look of doing nothing is as leisurely as going on a show.

"It's fake..." Su Zhe muttered softly.

Unexpectedly, Wang Ming in the video seemed to have heard this sentence, and suddenly turned to face the screen. After stopping for a while, he waved his hand suddenly, with a smile on his face, and ran towards the screen, and his face naturally followed suit. After zooming in until it occupies two-thirds of the screen, Su Zhe can easily recognize it without putting his eyes on the screen.

It is Wang Ming.

Is this a documentary filmed by Wang Ming?

This idea popped up in Su Zhe's mind, and then he didn't recognize it, because Wang Ming on the screen was giggling, pointing at the hostess and guests of the original documentary while laughing, but those people didn't know anything about his actions Observe, as if you didn't see it.

No, it can't be a documentary filming, it doesn't make sense.

"You...why are you in there?" Su Zhe asked mysteriously.

Wang Ming widened his eyes slightly, and then burst out laughing. At this moment, Su Zhe realized that the voice of the documentary was still normal, and his voice did not appear, but he still had his own way of expressing himself. Wu, wrote a line of words by hand: Do you want to come and play?

For a moment, Su Zhe wanted to play very much, and this almost longing feeling captured his heart, and he said without thinking, "I..."

The sound of the bedroom door opening sounded, and the longing faded away like a dive. Only then did Su Zhe feel the cold sweat on his back. As soon as his hands trembled, the mobile phone fell on the quilt. He rolled out of the bed with hands and feet, staring at the bed I can't come back to my senses for a long time.

Xiang Bei appeared on the back of the sofa with a blanket, and looked over with a strange look: "What are you doing? Isn't the floor cold?"

Su Zhe raised his head, opened his mouth for a long time before saying: "I...I, I didn't, I fell."

Xiang Bei immediately noticed Su Zhe's abnormality, looked down at the phone, picked it up and looked at it, and said, "Are you looking at the animal world?"

"No, uh, yes, yes, watch." Su Zhe noticed his incoherent speech, but he didn't know why, "I just looked at it casually."

Su Zhe and Xiang Bei looked at each other for a while.

"Are you okay?" Xiang Bei asked suspiciously.

Su Zhe took a deep breath, stared at the mobile phone Xiang Bei was holding for a while, and muttered to himself: "Scary."

"what?"

"It's too scary." Su Zhe gradually calmed down, and a vague emotion came to his heart, "It just feels scary."

Looking around to the north, the surveillance camera was still on. He went back to the room and took out his mobile phone, opened the surveillance app without hope, and found that there was a picture, but the record was very ordinary: Su Zhe was lying on the bed, scanning the video, scanning His eyes were almost posted on the phone, and then he opened the door, and Su Zhe rolled out of bed.

"Are you so nearsighted?" Xiang Bei joked, "Your eyes are almost glued to your phone."

Su Zhe squeezed aside and watched the whole process, then said blankly, "I'm not short-sighted."

Xiang Bei asked, "What did you see?"

Su Zhe's eyebrows were almost knotted, and he whispered: "I don't remember."