Above, please use some force

The hot and humid breath sprayed on the ears, the back of the neck, and the breath was the breath of Safeguard lemon soap, approaching with a sense of oppression, instinctively, Fang Jun directly raised his fist and smashed He Wen's face, wrapping Fang Jun with one hand Swinging his fist, the leg that He Wen was about to kick suddenly lost his balance and fell towards Fang Jun because of his weakness.

Fang Jun didn't expect to come out like this, he was stunned for two seconds, a hot body was pressed against his body, and his back hit the cold elevator wall, the temperature of the person in his arms was obviously abnormal, with a combination of cold and hot When it came, Fang Jun was a little dazed, and wanted to ask "Do you have a fever?" But the words he uttered became: "Damn, you are looking for death!"

"What do you want to do?" He Wen didn't care about the paper tiger at all, licking his lips ambiguously, putting on a casual attitude.

Fang Jun: "..."

The old man must be insane.

Pushing away the person on his body, Fang Jun looked disgusted and said sarcastically: "He Wen, I told you earlier that it is entirely your own fault that you have come to where you are today. There are still seven months left in the contract, please cooperate. That way everyone can live in peace.”

He Wen shrugged and said slowly, "I have no intention of resigning."

Facing the young man's mocking gaze, He Wen's small eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled evilly: "At that time, you will take the initiative to ask me to renew the contract."

If it was ten years ago, the credibility of this sentence would have reached 80.00%, but now it is not even one percent.Fang Jun didn't even bother to look at this old man who behaved abnormally.

He is also unlucky enough. He just came to this company three years ago, and the people above assigned him to He Wen. He asked around and tried to find a way to get a good script for He Wen. Once, he was almost picked up by an advertiser. Pants.

After painstaking efforts, the person involved acted as if it had nothing to do with him, and became more and more depressed day by day.

In the end, he had already broken the jar, and when the other party's contract expired, he would set off firecrackers to celebrate.

When they got out of the elevator, the two of them remained calm as if nothing had happened. Other colleagues greeted them with smiles when they passed by, but they all responded in the same way, is He Wen crazy?

""Broken Cocoon" will have a press conference next Monday, so you didn't have the chance to be on stage." Fang Jun glanced at He Wen and sneered: "This time the producer has clearly stated that you are going to be on stage."

Hearing another layer of meaning in the words, He Wen had a nonchalant expression on his face, no matter what kind of connection that Jian Jian had with the owner of this body, it just stopped there.

"Are you really my agent?" Isn't the agent tied to the same rope as the actor?This person sarcastically attacked him everywhere, I really don't know how He Wen endured it before.

"I hope not." Fang Jun's face became more and more ugly, and he walked a little faster, handing over a stack of documents in his hand: "This is a revised script. Your play is in the first five episodes, and the lines have been enlarged a few times. It's all marked, the romantic young master Xuan Qing you play has a scene that was added temporarily, go back and watch it yourself." Speaking of the latter, Fang Jun's face flashed a strange look.

The newly added scene was molesting Song Ziyu, and he hadn't even had a scandal. The old man who would blush when watching idol dramas would definitely die by then.

Satisfied with Fang Jun's work efficiency, He Wen casually turned a page and glanced at it before closing it. Acting? He's been acting since he can remember, so it's not difficult.

He glanced admiringly at the sullen young man beside him, and once again set his eyes on the other's upper lip. Not to mention, this kid's lips are quite plump, so it must feel good to kiss.

"Fang Jun, that little mole on your lip..."

Fang Jun hated others to look at the mole on his lips. When He Wen mentioned it, his face almost twisted: "Is it hindering you?"

Pointing with his finger, He Wen raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "There is a small white spot."

Fang Jun frowned and stared at He Wen, his substantive and sharp eyes pierced He Wen's face, as if he wanted to see He Wen thoroughly.He Wen didn't blush, and let Fang Jun see it generously.

Stared at by He Wen's dark eyes, Fang Jun frowned subconsciously. This old man is actually not bad, his eyes are black and white, and the corners of his lips are slightly raised. mood.

But it seems that something has changed, the smile of He Wen in front of him will only make him feel evil.He didn't know why this person changed, and he didn't want to ask, it had nothing to do with him.

Fang Jun wiped his mouth with his hand, and pushed open the door as he walked. Something slightly warm brushed his lips, and he heard a chuckle: "Clean it up."

"Damn!" Fang Jun, with a dark face, squeezed out a word from between his teeth, and walked quickly, with a little haste.

Touching his lips with a youthful thumb, the tip of his tongue slid across, and He Wen raised the corner of his lips: "The taste is not bad."

Glancing at the young man who was walking faster and faster, his eyes passed over the reddish ears of the other party, he should still be a chick.

"Take me back." Standing in the basement, He Wen turned out his trouser pockets: "I have no money on me." Finally he laughed and said, "I have seven and a half yuan left in all my deposits. Can I live with you? Rent me." If you can’t afford it, you can count on your labor to offset it.”

Leaning slightly, He Wen lowered his voice and chuckled ambiguously: "I'm still impatient in bed."

Fang Jun's facial muscles twitched: "Why don't you just lie down on the road and get run over by a car." The famous manager with a poisonous tongue can scold people to death with one mouth, but it's the same when he meets a scoundrel. He Wen is a little bit He smiled angrily and said, "It's good to be alive, only a fool wants to seek death."

Taking a deep breath to suppress the anger in his heart, Fang Jun's complexion was very bad, and his eyebrows were vaguely sad: "I'm going to attend the funeral of an old classmate."

"It doesn't matter." He Wen rubbed the center of his brows, with a tired look on his face: "It's enough to have a comfortable place to sleep today." That crappy house will cost 2500 a month, and with his current financial situation, he can't afford the next month's rent at all. .

Walking to the car door, He Wen slightly raised his chin to signal Fang Jun to open the door: "What are you doing standing there?"

Fang Jun squeezed the car key in his hand, resisting the urge to smash it out.

More than an hour later, the Heavenly Kingdom Cemetery in T City

On a July day, the hot temperature did not spread here, and rows of tombstones stood there, looking extraordinarily cold and solemn.

There are rows of people in black standing on one of the tombstones, the leader is a tall and straight man, his facial features are stern, as if carved out of marble, the edges and corners are cold and hard, just standing there quietly, invisible already exudes a heart-shattering feeling The momentum of the king.

There were not many people who came to the funeral, but they were all famous people from T City. Fang Jun stepped forward to offer white chrysanthemums at the tombstone and bowed. His lips moved slightly, as if he had said something. The deep sorrow hides the unknown feelings, and there is no chance to speak, and they are buried in the ground with the dead.

He Wen stood in the distance with his hands in his pockets and looked at the scene in front of him, with a half-crying and half-smiling expression on his face, attending his own funeral was so damn fresh.

Glancing at the back of his eldest brother, He Wen swallowed, moved his hand in his trouser pocket, and stared silently for a long time with the corners of his lips pursed before looking away.

Wait a little longer, wait for a chance...

Brother, you can't escape in this life.

On the way back, He Wen leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and pretended to be casual: "Who is that person? It looks like he is a gangster. Fang Jun, when did you know that kind of person?"

Just when He Wen thought that Fang Jun would not answer, a deep voice sounded in the dull car: "He is my classmate in elementary school."

He Wen opened his mouth wide and forgot to restrain the dull expression on his face in astonishment.