The moon shines into the clouds

Chen Muye was sitting on the sofa in the audio-visual room, an old movie was shown on a big screen on one wall, five or six wine bottles were lying on the floor, Minggui's red wine was ruined like free water.

The collar of the white shirt on his body was wide open, the chest was covered with red wine stains, and there were ambiguous hickey marks all over his neck.He stretched his legs and slipped off the sofa to the ground.

The phone on the coffee table was on for a long time, he glanced at it, turned his head when he saw the name, and continued drinking.

The past few days have been a bit absurd, and he who has always firmly refused to recommend himself as a pillow mat also half-pushed and let nature take its course.The bed is the business field, you know better than anyone else, it seems that once you get out of this negotiating table, the water will be irreversible.

The women who wanted to be popular were vying to spend a good night with Director Chen, but in fact nothing happened in bed, and he would let someone accompany him to drink.

Like making dumplings, the men and women who came were all on an assembly line, drank, got drunk, threw them on the bed, and left.

Chen Muye has been in this state for a week, the bed is occupied by someone, and he just watches movies in the auditorium.

During the period, Xie Yunkai approached him several times, but he pushed him away for various reasons. He is not in the mood to see anyone else now.

He wanted to get up and go back to the bedroom, but when he thought about the little Huadan who came to the bedroom yesterday and didn't know his name, he didn't even want to move.

He didn't understand why he did what he did, and what was the meaning of it. When people followed him, he would drink. He was not interested in going to bed. Only sleeping with someone he likes is called going to bed with someone he doesn't like, and it's called humiliation when he insults others. .

He doesn't have a mental cleanliness habit, but he just can't understand the casual relationship between men and women. After so many years in the feudal society, he didn't stick to the habit of starving to death as a minor matter, and losing morals as a major issue.But he really disdains the flesh and blood. Two emotionless people exercise each other like livestock, just to relieve each other.

Even so, he didn't bother to do it, because he knew who the person he cared about was.

When the phone lit up for the third time, it was a message sent by Meng Feng. "I'm outside, can you open the door?"

Chen Muye stood up and fell down again. He cursed and decided not to open the door, just wait.

Not long after, the person outside the door turned the lock and entered the house.The smell of alcohol in the room made Meng Feng wrinkle his nose. He walked towards the bedroom, wearing a blue shirt and a skirt all the way. His steps were heavy. He finally took a breath and pushed open the door.

There was a woman lying on the bed with his back facing him, Rushuang's arms were exposed outside the quilt, and her long hair hanging down her waist covered her happy back. He looked on the floor, but couldn't find a piece of Chen Muye's clothes.

He lifted his feet and walked upstairs. The projection room was pitch black, and the light from the screen flickered on and off.

Under the sofa, Chen Muye's cheeks were bright red, as if he had applied blush.Only when he approached the ground did he raise his head.Where is the slightest turbidity in that pair of bright moves?

Meng Feng kicked away a pile of empty bottles, sat next to Chen Muye, and put the keys on the table.

"Fuck, pretend to be a fart, you have the key and you send a fucking text message?" Chen Muye raised his leg and kicked the coffee table. The coffee table was made of mahogany, solid, and didn't move at all. He patched it again, this time it was Pushing hard at the key on the table, the key rolled a few times and hid under the cabinet, never letting the flames of war burn him.

"If you have something to say, you have to fart, why are you pretending to be dumb here?" Chen Muye rushed up Wuming when he saw Meng Feng.

"Speak well." Meng Feng's voice was deeper and colder than usual.

Chen Muye is sometimes quite cheap, when Meng Feng talks to him well, he insists on choking someone, but he is a little bit impatient after the sneer. "Hmph, gentleman who pretends to be a fart, why didn't you show any embarrassment when you fucked me?"

"How many times do you have to tell me about this? I'll just fuck you once, if you like me, and we're all sober, and you fucked back too. How long are you going to be awkward?" Meng Feng looked at the screen and said .

"Get out!" This sentence touched Chen Muye's ignition point somewhere, and he directly took a bottle of red wine and threw it at the screen.The two people kissing affectionately on the screen were smashed into pieces, the flying fragments of the wine bottle scraped across Meng Feng's face, and warm blood flowed down.

Meng Feng raised his hand and wiped it, and there was no hole.

When the people downstairs heard the movement, they put on their clothes and came out, "Director Chen? Are you okay?" Sure enough, the popular Huadan was a little different from ordinary people, and this voice was intoxicating.

"It's okay, let's go. I will consider the protagonist's affairs." Chen Muye waved his hand.

The woman was still ecstatic, and promised again and again, the room was pitch black, and she didn't see who the person sitting beside her was.

The third person disappeared, Meng Feng stood up and went downstairs.Chen Muye felt a little depressed when he saw the people going downstairs, he stretched out his hand, but he didn't even hold back his clothes. "Fuck, stay away." He waved his hand, and all the wine bottles on the table rushed to kill themselves.No one wanted to live alone, Chen Muye buried his head in his arms, no one knew what he was thinking.

Meng Feng had heard the rumors about Chen Muye's bridegroom every night, but he knew whether Chen Muye had done it or not. The place covered with hickey marks was only his neck, and the corners of his mouth were not even marked with lipstick.

At the beginning, he thought that Chen Muye was quite an upright person, with a personality and his own way, but after getting along for a long time, when he peeled off the onion's coat, he would find that Chen Muye was like a child who hadn't grown up, self-willed and contradictory.

Meng Feng did not leave, but took off all the quilt covers in the bedroom, packed them up and threw them out.

He opened the window to let out the smell of alcohol in the room. He hated putting on the quilt the most, so he finished it patiently.Sitting on the bed, he turned on his mobile phone and started ordering food. He was used to takeaway food and only wanted to eat his own cooking. Even if it was instant noodles, as long as it was made by himself, he would be happy with it.

The materials were delivered quickly, and before ringing the doorbell, Meng Feng went out and waited, with two big pockets full of things in the refrigerator.

He washed his hands to make soup, skillfully picked and washed vegetables, and cut vegetables. When the soup was almost done, he started to stir-fry vegetables. When the aroma of the frying pan wafted up, Meng Feng's cold face finally brought a little warmth.

When the food was ready, he set up the dishes and went upstairs to call for someone.

However, Chen Muye fell asleep. He picked him up by the waist and threw him directly into the bathtub. No matter how Chen Muye struggled, he washed him clean and put on a nightgown again. The skirt was a prop used by Meng Feng when he was filming once. It was black and comfortable to wear. Chen Muye asked him to bring it back, but he never wore it. After all, he was still a bit feminine.This dress is on the side, Meng Feng also took it casually, too lazy to change it.

Chen Muye was not used to the vacuum inside.He kicked the table just now and sprained his ankle, so he was too lazy to move.

Meng Feng turned around, and the people behind him couldn't keep up for a long time, "What's wrong?"

Chen Muye pointed to his feet, Meng Feng bent down and picked up Chen Muye again, but this time there was no princess hug, but he held Chen Muye's butt face to face and hugged him to the dining table.

"Are all your favorite dishes?" Chen Muye bit his chopsticks, a little annoyed.

"If you don't eat, go up by yourself." Meng Feng picked up his chopsticks and started to eat, without looking at Chen Muye the whole time.

Chen Muye didn't eat well for a week, and his stomach began to sing empty plans. He was still picky and hungry, and started eating voraciously.Meng Feng's cooking skills are comparable to that of a five-star chef, and the food is delicious.

The two ate up all the dishes on the table, and the soup also ran out.Meng Feng tidied up and carried Chen Muye to the bed.

"Miss Tianluo, wash the sheets for me?" Chen Muye said, smelling the scent of camellia he liked.

"Throw it away." Meng Feng looked down at Chen Muye by the bed now.

"That's the hand-embroidered quilt I ordered? You threw it away!" Chen Muye was not calm at all. He grew up abroad and loved the traditional techniques of Yunguo. Yes, it took more than a year to make it.

"Trash can." Meng Feng pointed out the window.

How many people have slept with it, he thinks it is dirty.Even if Chen Muye picked it up, he would throw it away again.

"You pay me for the sheets! You must be fucking sick." Chen Muye threw the pillow casually and threw it at Meng Feng.

This time Meng Feng was ready and caught it. "I told you to talk well." Meng Feng put down the pillow, walked towards the bed step by step, stretched out his hand to pinch Chen Muye's mouth, lowered his head and kissed it, Chen Muye was caught off guard, he struggled to push Meng Feng away, But found that it couldn't be pushed at all.In the end, he was kissed by Meng Feng until he was out of breath.

"What the hell are you messing with?" Meng Feng lay down next to Chen Muye, he was also very tired, and had been filming for two months.

"Who asked you to take Liu Xudong's play? I told you that he has no good intentions towards you. You are still rushing to let him take advantage of you, right?"

Chen Xudong is famous for sleeping half the sky, Meng Feng is his favorite, if he said that Meng Feng had nothing with Chen Xudong in the past two months, he would not believe it at all.

"So you are so absurd? I took his role because I liked the script. It has nothing to do with me whether he likes me or not. I don't like him. Do you think he, a half-bad old man, can do anything to me? At most, he can make a movie. card me a few times."

In fact, it wasn't a few times at all, but every one would cause trouble, and they also warned Meng Feng overtly and secretly.You have to be sensible, otherwise, if you don't receive the script someday, no matter how famous the actor's name is, it will be useless.

Jackals, tigers and leopards have experienced it before, and Meng Feng really didn't pay attention to Chen Xudong.

"Really?" Chen Muye was a little shaken, Chen Xudong would never give up until he achieved his goal, just watching the fat fly off his mouth like this?

"At most, there will be fewer dramas in the future. What else can I do? He can't cover the sky with one hand and block all the roads for me."

"Fuck the fuck, do you think I'm dead? Just say, beg me once, and I'll stand by?" Chen Muye snorted.

"Next time I will say, I didn't expect him to be so troublesome in his own filming." Meng Feng put his hand on Chen Muye's waist.

Chen Muye was speechless again, as if the aggrieved stuffed up in his throat flowed out from his limbs all at once.

Meng Feng pressed the remote control, the curtains were closed, and Chen Muye's body tightened.The long-lost feeling made him look forward to and fear at the same time. In fact, he and Meng Feng had just met each other once, and they have been playing side-by-side since then.

Meng Feng's hand stretched in from the hem of his skirt, grasping the key point with one hand, Chen Muye subconsciously wanted to close his legs, but Meng Feng pushed against it with his knees.

He was skillful, within a few minutes Chen Muye disarmed and surrendered, and all his children and grandchildren fell on the black nightgowns, making people want to go a little too far.

"Feet." Chen Muye reminded.

Meng Feng pushed the clothes to Chen Muye's chest, the red dogwood on his chest stood upright, Meng Feng lowered his head to hold it, and responded vaguely, "I know."

Afterwards, Chen Muye became angry again, "I told you to stop playing, and you said the last time, are you still human?"

Meng Feng sighed, Chen Muye was just duplicity like this, as if the leg wrapped around his waist yesterday belonged to someone else, forget it, get used to it anyway.

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