The contracted lover of the dance king of rebirth

As the night was getting late, Lu Yan was lying on the car window, looking listlessly at the flashing lights in front of him. The road back to the city was lined with tall sycamore trees. , rustling, very pleasant, but at night, the shade of the trees blocks the moonlight, and passers-by can only rely on the faint light of the street lamps to move forward, making the road dark and difficult to walk.

After Ren Zang set the route and let the car drive automatically, he began to deal with the urgent work accumulated today. In fact, since Lu Yan sat next to him, the work was instinctively forgotten by him, even with the tablet in his hand. While the computer was processing the urgent documents just sent by the secretary, his gaze still drifted uncontrollably to Lu Yan's curvaceous back, recalling the beautiful touch of the thin figure under the white shirt in his mind.

In the end, he chose to turn off the computer, moved the car seat freely, took out a bag of small desserts from the storage box on the back seat, tore open the paper bag and took out a piece, and handed it to Lu Yan, "Are you hungry?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Yan turned his head, and there was a piece of delicate pastry dotted with blueberry sauce in front of him. The pastry was so close to the tip of his nose that the aroma of blueberries and cream easily penetrated into his nose. Lu Yan, who had no appetite since he came out of the research institute , as if seduced by the fragrance of milk, I immediately felt my stomach empty.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of high-calorie food is difficult to become his choice of snacks before meals, but today is a special situation, Lu Yan decided to indulge for a while, but before he reached out to take the snacks, the foresighted Ren Zang ate them to his mouth.

Looking at the stern-faced man with a serious expression and a funny look holding a dessert, Lu Yan frowned slightly, and turned his head to avoid the food attack, "Don't you think it's strange for two men to behave like this?"

According to the strong education principles of the Ren family, the word "strange" never appeared in the cognition of the scumbags, not to mention that the Ren family didn't even have half a woman after Ren Zang was born, so in terms of behavior towards the same sex, He didn't feel anything wrong, but in order to take care of his lover's mood, the man finally said in a compromise, "You can..."

"What?" Seeing that the other party had paused in speaking, Lu Yan simply asked the question to the end.

"Think of me as a woman." This is indeed the only perfect solution that Ren Zang came up with. In his eyes, as long as the relationship between lovers is strong, gender is not the point at all. Besides, Lu Yan is just thinking about flirting. , does not affect real life.

A terrifying picture of a tall brown bear wearing a pink dress suddenly appeared in his mind. Lu Yan, who was trembling all over, shook his head violently, and immediately decided to give up this topic. She moved her hand away, and stubbornly fed it to his mouth again.

"Actually." Ren Zang looked at Lu Yan's furrowed brows in displeasure, "It's better to feed with your mouth."

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Lu Yan glared at the half-empty arm, and bit down on the hand holding the snack as if to vent his anger, "The blueberry sauce tastes too strong, it's a failure to cover up the milky aroma." Licking the corner of his lips, the previous life The King of Dance, who likes to taste desserts, casually shared his "eating experience".

Without giving him a second chance to take a second bite, Ren Zang directly stuffed the rest of the pastry into his mouth, tasted it carefully and announced, "I will pass on my opinion to the pastry chef." After speaking, he pondered for a moment and asked expectantly, "Can you make snacks?"

Lu Yan suddenly felt a strange feeling of being exposed to the disguise. After thinking for a while, he confirmed that the matter was irrelevant before nodding blankly, "My craftsmanship is very average. Didn't I cook it for you last time?" Maybe it was because I ate too little Lu Yan has a paranoid high demand for taste, so he has always positioned the food he makes at the level of "only edible", and never uses "good at" or "delicious" to describe his craft.

Ren Zang didn't speak any more, but just looked at Lu Yan with his deep eyes.

Being watched by the other party's "unnecessary" gaze, Lu Yan gave up the right to continue enjoying the night view outside the window, and poked each other with sullen eyes looking at an awkward child. The two just looked at each other until the car navigation system sounded and reached their destination. The "tick" sound of the ground broke this wonderful atmosphere.

It's over, Lu Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and opened the car door on his own to prepare to get out of the car, when he was suddenly embraced by the man behind him, "Let go, don't make trouble." Such an intimate act could be tolerated if it happened next to a suburban road, but At that time, I was near the gate of a high school in the urban area, and Ren Zang's car was extremely eye-catching. Was it because I was afraid that the exposure rate of this matter would not be high enough?

Across the operating lever in the middle of the seat, Ren Zang, who felt that the hug was not tight enough, retracted his arms forcefully, dragged Lu Yan to his side, turned his lover's awkward head, and forcibly kissed him while the other party was struggling and dissatisfied, and He quickly expanded his territory, and carefully tasted the taste in Lu Yan's mouth with his tongue, "Good night." After finishing the long kiss with silver threads, he said in a low voice.

Carelessly wiped away the marks on his lips with the back of his hand, Lu Yan cast a ruthless glance, opened the door angrily, and got out of the car. Fortunately, he didn't open the car door quickly, otherwise the outcome of the matter would be worse than getting out of the car now and being surrounded by people watching A hundred times.

After watching Lu Yan's figure walk into the school gate, Ren Cang restarted the car in a good mood, entered his home address, opened the tablet notebook he carried with him, and called up a record sheet called "Lover Cultivation Plan", and said very seriously. Put a tick next to "home run" and seriously start thinking, next time you put your date at the fabled playground or that movie theater you've never been to, maybe it'd be nice to go home for a bite to eat.

Standing in front of the mirror at the corner of the stairs and doing some grooming, after making sure that he didn't show any traces of ambiguity, Lu Yan walked into the bedroom, answered his roommate's question casually, and went straight to the cabinet to change clothes.

Wei Xiang, who was watching the dance video with relish, took off his earphones and asked with a smile, "Brother, why did you come back? Where did you hang out with the hot girl?"

Hiding behind the opened cabinet door and taking off his clothes, Lu Yan looked in the mirror, stared at the red mark on his collarbone with displeasure, and grabbed a high-necked T-shirt irritably, "Spicy guy, stop talking nonsense." Think about it Ren Zangna's face and figure were thousands of miles away from Spice Girl's. He looked up at the sky wanting to cry but without tears, and let out a long breath.

"Hey." Wei Xiang, who is usually used to making troubles, didn't take this kind of contempt seriously at all. He stared at the popular idol group on the screen and asked with a smile, "Lu Yan, you said our group selected How about dancing this for the first time?"

After changing his clothes and closing the cabinet, Lu Yan glanced at the hot dance that Wei Xiang was pointing at, frowned and asked, "You mean to copy it completely?"

"Why not?" Wei Xiang raised his eyebrows and spread his hands indifferently, "Anyway, there are a lot of articles in the world, so let's dance it. If it dances better than the popular group, we don't have to worry about not being able to attract attention."

Looking at Wei Xiang with disapproval, as Lu Yan, who once had a solo dance performance, has a completely negative attitude towards this kind of imitation behavior that is completely copied. Now it is a singing competition, and no one will sing a song completely according to the old tune Songs, not to mention dances that only rely on body language to express emotions?

A good dancer can never rely solely on perfect imitation. In addition to emotional investment, more innovation is needed. Besides, the choreography of the dance is tailored according to the dancer, trying to highlight the dancer's best dance posture. , may bury their own advantages.

"Isn't it better to arrange a new one? Many judges are more concerned about originality and on-the-spot adaptability." Lu Yan, who tried to persuade Wei Xiang to change his mind, did not speak too harshly. After all, after more than half a year of getting along, he understood As for his friend's temper, if he speaks a little harder, Wei Xiang will definitely feel looked down upon.

Touching his chin in confusion, Wei Xiang glanced angrily at Lu Yan, who held objections, "Are you worried that you won't be able to jump out? Don't worry, we will definitely dance better than them." A hot dance group, he has always been bursting with self-confidence, trying his best to instill his opinions on his teammates.