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The two were close together, and they could feel the body temperature and heartbeat of each other through the clothes.

He Wen was trapped between the cold wall and the fiery chest, the faint heat rising from his lower body was insignificant, but it could not be ignored.

He closed the door and masturbated it so many times that it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any recollection, now he was hugged by this man's big and generous palm, and the radiating temperature of the slightly warm palm made him tremble slightly.

Holding down the viciously moving hand and moving it up and down, He Wen slightly closed his eyelids, breathing a little faster, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly with his dim eyesight.

Jian Ming raised his eyebrows, the lump of flesh in his hands tremblingly wanted to stand up, because he knew that the one under the person in front of him was not good, and he did this just to embarrass the person, and he uttered humiliation and sarcasm as before, but saw The other party enjoyed it calmly, and even suppressed his hand movement, showing an undisguised expression of joy in front of him.

Gradually, the disgust on Jian Ming's face was quickly affected by the other's rapid breathing. From this angle, one can see the man's white collarbone, which has a slender taste. With his breathing, his chest rises and falls, and the collar has a small Vibration, two looming particles made his throat dry.

He suddenly moved closer to He Wen's earlobe, bit it lightly and sucked it slowly, and said with a low smile: "I found that I am more and more interested in you."

He Wen frowned lightly, a flash of light flashed across his eyes, he raised his head to bite Jian Jie's neck, felt the fishy smell flowing into his mouth from his teeth, moved his lips, did not let go, but bit harder, as if to bite Bite off a piece of meat alive.

But Jian Ming didn't even frown, the other hand clasped He Wen's waist and pulled him closer, his teeth ravaged that ear, slipped his tongue into his ear hole, and licked along the outline.

"Um…"

The big hand wrapped around the lower body suddenly tightened its strength, and He Wen let out a muffled grunt and walked away from Jian Jie's blood-stained neck, leaning back his neck and panting heavily.

Jian Ming tilted her body to cover He Wen's whole body, stretched her hand in from the hem of her clothes and grabbed the protrusion on He Wen's chest, pinched her thumb and index finger and rubbed it left and right, He Wen pursed her lips tightly, and the corners of her forehead were soaked with sweat.

The two of them didn't notice that the distance between each other was already close to that of a lover. Their breaths were entangled, causing bursts of burning. He Wen's body twitched suddenly, and he leaned against Jian Jian to release himself.

Grass, so cool.

Living in this half-dead body again, it was the first time to feel good.

Jian Jie took a deep breath, ignoring the white liquid on her lower abdomen and pants, grabbed that slender hand and covered her inflated object, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Touch it."

He Wen looked sideways at the direction of the stairs opposite, as if he was thinking about something, the movements of his hands were skillful, so skillful that Jian Ming couldn't help but let out a comfortable exclamation.

The light in the aisle is extremely dark, and there is a strong musky smell floating in the air, and it starts to become stuffy. Passers-by see two men hugging each other, they will whistle ambiguously, and some will even make physical collisions from their mouths on purpose. snap.

A cluster of flames gushed out of Jian Ming's eyes at some point. In the past, He Wen obediently let him be at his mercy. He was an unchanging backward person. It was as boring as a procedure. He suddenly felt very fresh, even his blood was slowly boiling.

"Take it easy, it's skinned." Jian Jian paused for breath.

He Wen, whose thoughts were disturbed, raised his eyebrows, that hand was still making rhythmic circles, and the other hand touched the two fleshy balls. As soon as his sweaty palm was covered, he heard the man's hurried voice. breathe.

The hands clasping He Wen's shoulders tightened tightly, Jian Ming slightly closed his eyes, his razor-sharp eyebrows frowned slightly, he would go back once every two or three weeks on average, and he would leave immediately after he was comfortable, except for the hole, which was his mouth, which never Let He Wen touch him with his hands, this kind of intense pleasure can make people addicted.

"Go down a little bit." Jian Ming demanded in a hoarse voice, his back tensed suddenly, and streams of hot liquid leaked out, splashing He Wen all over.

He Wen wiped off the liquid on his body with a tissue, leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette and took a lazy puff.

After tidying up his pants, Jian Jian squinted his eyes: "When did you have the problem of smoking?"

"Forgot." After flicking off the cigarette ash, He Wen tugged at the corners of his lips, the yellowed memory was as tasteless to chew as rotten sesame seeds.

It was just a shot at each other, but the intensity and intensity were beyond their expectation. The two looked at each other, and the flames flew wildly.

He Wen's plain gaze contained a smile of unknown meaning. After more than ten years of experience in the shopping malls, countless business tycoons who had seen people were stared at for some reason. He turned his head and looked away.

"I heard that your wife is going back to China soon." He Wen blew out a smoke ring, all the emotions in his eyes were swallowed up by the darkness in the corridor, but it looked even darker: "Jian Ming, I am so comfortable."

"My thing is lying softly all day long. To tell you the truth, sometimes I'm too lazy to take a look." He Wen narrowed his eyes, and an unpredictable light flashed across his black eyes: "But I I don't like being ridden on the head."

Jianming rubbed He Wen's chin, and after rubbing it for a while, said in a deep and magnetic voice: "Continue."

"Your friend is here." He Wen looked up at Zhang Yi who was coming, and smiled evilly with parted corners of his lips: "He wants to ask me to have sex, what price do you think is more suitable?"

Veins protruded from Jian Jie's forehead, and his face was a little gloomy.

Zhang Yi who came was greeted by Jian Jian's fist, and he fell to the ground directly.

"Concise, talk about it." Li Jun, who came to wait and see what happened, ran out when he saw this scene, and stopped the man who was about to run away.

"Zhang Yi, take care of your mind." Jian Ming grabbed He Wen's arm and walked over them towards the elevator.

"Even if Jian Ming gets tired of playing with it and throws it away as waste, it's still Jian Jian's stuff." Li Jun patted Zhang Yi's cheek: "Next time you make a fool of yourself, I guess Jian Jian will cut you off."

Zhang Yi shuddered, his face changed again and again.

That night, He Wen and Jian Ming returned to the Sunshine Apartment, they neither kissed passionately nor punched or kicked.

He Wen came out of the bathroom, and he was the only one left in the room. Sure enough, after investigation, Jian Jian didn't pay much attention to sexual matters. Judging from several times of getting along, he seemed more like a perverted person to this body. revenge and torture.

Turning on the phone and calling Fang Jun back, He Wen threw himself on the bed and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he received a call from Fang Jun, saying that "Broken Cocoon" was still being filmed, and he was asked to come back as soon as possible. He Wen kicked the table angrily.

Jian Jian did this because she knew that he was afraid of taking the train, so she intentionally tortured him and played tricks on him.

The process of returning to City Y was still a disaster. After He Wen got off the train, he saw Fang Jun who came to pick him up. The other party seemed to be in a hurry. He came up with a series of instructions.

It wasn't until sitting in a coffee shop and looking at the gentle-looking man that He Wen recovered from that exhausted state.

"Hi, I'm Ye Huai, the screenwriter of "Broken Cocoon"."

"It's an honor to meet you." He Wen stretched out his hand to hold the manicured hand in front of him.

The gaze behind the lens flicked over He Wen's haggard face, and Ye Huai said what he wanted to do: "That's right, I have a new script here, and I plan to make it myself. I wonder if you are interested?"

He Wen raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, politely and quietly waiting for the other party's next words.

"If I remember correctly, in "Broken Cocoon", you are two scenes away from the end. I don't think this will waste your time."

Rubbing the rim of the cup with his thumb, He Wen smiled and asked, "What type?"

Ye Huai pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Gay theme."

His eyes swept over the beautiful hand of the man opposite, He Wen raised his lips lightly: "Film pay." Fang Jun probably didn't know it would be this kind of subject, otherwise, according to his temperament, he must have stopped him directly.

Unexpectedly, the other party would be so forthright. Ye Huai was stunned for a moment before giving a rough figure. After all, it was homosexuality, and the audience didn't accept much. The speech he had prepared seemed useless.

As if aware that he had paused for too long, Ye Huai coughed dryly and took a sip of coffee. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a teasing laugh in his ear: "That's my cup, if you don't mind, I'll It doesn't matter."

Ye Huai put down the cup in embarrassment, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Is it convenient to take the script back to me?" He Wen saw the other party's embarrassment, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "I need to think about it for two days."

"Okay." Ye Huai took out the script from his bag and handed it over: "If you have any questions, you can ask me."

He Wen nodded with a smile, and when he left the coffee shop, the elegance and composure on his face disappeared, and he was as tired as a dog, and went back to the hotel and fell asleep with his head covered.

I don’t know how long he slept, but when He Wen woke up again, it was already dark. He turned over and saw the young man sitting at the table seriously reading the script. He blinked before remembering one thing. This man was his elementary school student. classmate.

"Are you going to pick up this movie?" Hearing the movement behind him, Fang Jun turned around and stared fixedly at the man with disheveled hair and disheveled clothes on the bed: "Ye Huai is a fellow, and everyone in the circle knows this. The subject matter is very hot, and there may be a sex scene later, so you still plan to take it?"

It was obvious when we met in the coffee shop, a screenwriter, with a complete and careful thinking, would accidentally take the wrong cup?He Wen shrugged: "I'm also a fellow, this kind of subject matter doesn't matter to me."

Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, and the other party directly stated his sexual orientation. He didn't know what to say for a while, but his gaze on He Wen deepened.

Patting the position beside the bed, He Wen smiled: "Come here."

Pursing his lips, Fang Jun took the script and walked over to sit by the bed, his body a little stiff.

Looking at the somewhat cautious young man with his head propped up, He Wen raised his lips: "Fang Jun, guess what I saw in your eyes?"

The hand holding the script was clenched tightly, and he couldn't restrain the panic in his heart, as if his dirty thoughts were about to be revealed, and he would be greeted by the other party's cynicism, but the expression on Fang Jun's face remained calm: "What?"

"It's nothing but me." Reaching out and pinching Fang Jun's chin, He Wen smiled and licked the corner of his lips: "Let's do it tonight."

Bang, the script in Fang Jun's hand fell to the ground.