Dedicated to the unfathomable gold master

270 four

Zheng He's IQ seems to have started from the moment he met Mr. Bai - he became a little anxious.

Normal people would know the importance of career or love, but Zheng He resolutely decided not to participate when he got the news that "Director He will invite everyone to dinner soon". Room, open the door: Mr. Bai and Shagou are sitting on a chair and squatting on the ground, looking at each other affectionately.

Am I seeing something I shouldn't be seeing?Is this Zheng He the true love of Mr. Bai?

This sentence flashed across Zheng He's head, which was a little twitching.

When the husky saw his mother came back, he rushed straight to the door with a 'owwow', wanting to give Zheng He a passionate face-licking project. Mr. Bai glanced lightly at the dumbfounded husky, stretched his legs, and the dog fell on its back. .

Zheng He witnessed Mr. Bai's domestic violence with his own eyes, and just wanted to take out some food from his pocket to comfort the injured husky. The next moment, the silly dog ​​shook his hair, stood up again with vigor, and attacked Zheng He.

Zheng He covered his face.Such a dog with the spirit of Ah Q is really rare. Where did it learn its optimism?self-taught?

Squatting down, stretching out his hand for the silly dog ​​to lick, Zheng He raised his head and asked, "Have you taken your medicine? Are you going to eat together later?"

Mr. Bai shook his head: "I didn't find the medicine just now, where did you put it?"

"It's in the box, didn't I tell you? In the middle of the interlayer, I put all the medicine in it." Zheng He said while dragging out the box from the side, and took out the medicine: "You see, it's all here."

"... put the medicine on the table before you leave next time." Mr. Bai stood up from the chair, put his chin on Zheng He's shoulder, and hugged him from behind.

Zheng He knew a long time ago that men are very insecure. For example, they must hold something when they sleep. They used to be pillows, quilts or other lovers. Doctor, lying on the nursing bed at night can't sleep well.

Zheng He lowered his voice: "I wasn't here just now, what are you doing at home?"

Mr. Bai pressed his entire face against Zheng He's warm neck, and after a while he mumbled: "I was in a daze, maybe I fell asleep, but I can't remember."

"What about the body? Don't have the strength yet?" Zheng He began to feel distressed when he talked about this.After Mr. Bai's personal doctors checked his slight resistance to tranquilizers, they introduced a drug called hydrogen, which was said to be an experimental drug. It was more effective than the previous one and less harmful to the body, but it had a disadvantage, that is, After the effect of the medicine wears off, the body will be in a state of weakness for a long time, and can't even lift a glass of water.

Mr. Bai shook his head: "It's okay, the effect of the medicine is too strong, don't you think I can stand up now?"

Zheng He snuggled into Mr. Bai's arms and sighed: "Why did you get sick for so long this time? I read on the Internet that your disease can be cured without medicine. Can we take less medicine? I always think that the medicine is three-point poisonous, do you think it is these medicines that made your condition worse and worse?"

Mr. Bai thought about this question for a while, and even agreed with Zheng He's opinion, saying: "You are right, well, I will ask the doctor to see if I can stop some unnecessary medicines. To be honest, I also I don’t feel comfortable in this state of lack of energy.”

"What's wrong? I think it's fine." Zheng He stuffed Mr. Bai's hand into his collar.

Mr. Bai raised his eyebrows, and the beautiful-eyed Heren said, "Are you sure?"

"Sure." Zheng He replied with a smile.

"real--"

"Oh!" Zheng He exclaimed.

Mr. Bai tilted his body, and both of them fell on the bed.Mr. Bai turned over and straddled Zheng He's body. He put his hands into his shirt and stroked the smooth and tough skin around his waist.

Zheng He giggled, shrank his body and suddenly squeezed out from the man's crotch, and accidentally fell down on the carpet, his eyes narrowed instantly in pain, and he squeezed out a few tears: "Hey, hello."

"Honey, what are you going to do?" Mr. Bai has always been very patient with Zheng He, and when he encountered such a situation, he only smiled a few times, and stretched out his hand to pull him: "Get up."

"It hurts me to death..." Zheng He stood up, his tone mournful.

Mr. Bai rubbed Zheng He's little butt, and said, "Who told you not to stay on the bed honestly?"

"Didn't I just see that you are in a bad mood today, and I want to have some fun." Zheng He pouted and complained in a low voice.

"You are really... oh."

It is estimated that only he can know the feeling in Mr. Bai's heart.

270 five

Sweat coats the firm muscles.

"Huh...huh..."

Pale incandescent lamps illuminate the small room of less than 20 square meters. Wang Jie's eyes are fixed on the photo in his hand. On it, Mr. Bai in his [-]s is sitting in the office with a gentle smile.

"Huh...huh..."

Suddenly, the photo was covered with a pale white liquid!Wang Jie stopped his movements, buried his face in his arms, and gradually stopped breathing.

He carefully wiped the photo with the towel he had prepared earlier, his movements were gentle and meticulous, and finally, looking at the man above, he kissed him.

It's late at night in H City.

The city that is completely silent will not pay attention to the lights in this small room, let alone know that there is a man who has already gone mad because of a momentary infatuation.

"Where are you now?" Wang Jie asked the photo, and after a while, he said, "You should still be in the hospital..."

"I asked a lot of people, and they didn't know about your illness. They didn't care too much about you, did they? You deserve everyone's love. Look how good I am. I've been thinking about your illness. .”

"By the way, I found out that you kept an actor, what's his name?... It was the one I beat up last time, and I also found out that you had a dog, a husky, right? Look how many of us Hey, my dog ​​is also a husky."

"... Tell me, why is that?"

The man's tiny thoughts, as light as dust, fell to the ground.

The incandescent lights were still pale.

The photo was once again stained with warm liquid.

Soak, rot, stink.

270 six

For the first time, Cheng Shao knew that people's cheeks can be so thick!

After letting Zheng He return to Deyuan, he will complete all the follow-up work, deal with other artists, receive the clothes, props and daily necessities allocated by the crew, and finally finish these trivial things, and finally have time to go back to the courtyard—— Grass!Who is that man in his bed?How did you get in?

Producer Song was lying on the bed and was on the phone. When he came back, he put his hand on his mouth and said, "Shh..."

Cheng Shao held back his bad breath in his heart, and angrily found a chair and sat down.

Producer Song turned over and put Cheng Shao where he could see him before continuing to discuss matters with the person on the phone. Occasionally, he would look into Cheng Shao's widened eyes and smile unconsciously.

This phone call lasted for more than an hour. Cheng Shao went from being furious at the beginning to calmly washing his face, brushing his teeth and getting ready to go to bed. Finally, Producer Song's cell phone ran out of battery.

"Finished?" Cheng Shao asked.

"Hmm." Producer Song said.

"I'm going to sleep."

Producer Song looked at his watch and said, "Oh, it's so late. Wait, I'll finish it right away." Producer Song slowly got off the bed and pulled out his suitcase.

Cheng Shao snorted coldly: "I still know what is good or bad."

Producer Song opened the box, took out his SpongeBob pajamas, shook his head, and asked, "Young Master Cheng, take a look, isn't it pretty?"

Cheng Shao rolled his eyes and murmured in his heart: After all these years, how could he still have such a bad taste.

Producer Song regarded this action as 'very satisfied', spread SpongeBob SquarePants on the bed, and said, "This is yours." Then he took out another piece of Pie from "SpongeBob SquarePants" from the box. Xing: "This is mine."

Cheng Shao stared: "What's mine? Tell you, I don't wear it! Take your luggage and go out!"

Producer Song pretended to be innocent: "What are you going out for? Don't you know that Ah Jing put us in the same room?"

Cheng Shao gritted his teeth: "I should share a room with Zheng He!"

Producer Song said: "I know, but the stage managers of "Happy Enemy" are considerate. They have allocated all the artists into separate rooms. Naturally, you, the manager, will have no place to live. I'm afraid you will live in a barn again." , let Ah Jing give you my room and give me the room in the stable, but Ah Jing said nothing, you know me, am I the kind of bully? I think Ah Jing just The newcomer who has only been in the society for a few years is so pitiful, I felt pity for him, so I told him that we are living together, you see, this bed is for two people!"

Major General Cheng was skeptical: "What you said is true?"

Producer Song nodded: "If you don't believe me, call him."

"Forget it, forget it," Cheng Shao waved his hand and picked up his suitcase: "I'll go to Zheng He's room and sleep."

"Don't! Don't!" Producer Song wrapped his hands around Cheng Shao's arm and said hastily, "He will be filming in a few days, don't bother him."

"I can't disturb him." Cheng Shao's smile added some teasing: "He might be spending time in that tender town at this moment."

——De Garden.

"Ah!" Zheng He sneezed.

Mr. Bai asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Zheng He rubbed his nose, shrunk his body into the water, and said, "I don't know, maybe someone is talking about me."

"I think it's too cold here, let's go up." Mr. Bai hugged Zheng He's arm, and Zheng He said quickly: "Don't! I'll soak for a while, this is the second time I soak in the hot spring, it's so comfortable .”

"That can only soak for another 10 minutes." Mr. Bai compromised.

"Okay! Just 10 minutes! You can hug me again, I find it very comfortable to run in the hot spring on your body." Zheng He waved his hooves happily, using the buoyancy of the water to float towards Mr. Bai.

——Producer Song is still persevering in fighting for the opportunity to share the same bed with the grown-ups.

"Think about it, the bed in Zheng He's room is a single bed, but this is a double bed. I specially made it softer. It must be comfortable to lie on."

Cheng Shao said: "I like to sleep on hard boards."

"Then look at the terrain. In this yard, this one is the main room. It's magnificent. It's close to the parking lot and the studio. Isn't it convenient to go anywhere?"

Cheng Shao said: "It's more convenient for me to share a room with the artist."

"But Zheng He is not gay. You definitely won't feel safe sleeping with him. It's different here. I'm not. We can just sleep together, can't we?"

Young Master Cheng said coldly: "I don't believe a man who has slept with me said that he is not a guy." "Let's talk about something else, my room is spacious..." Producer Song continued to grind his lips.