Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

Several shadows flickered in front of him for a while, and Zheng Lan's sight finally focused.

Pei Yan lowered his head to wash his hands, Zheng Lan looked at him in the mirror and quietly glanced at him, but was not noticed.

"Gu Xuan is Gu Zhi's younger brother." The sound of the water stopped, Pei Yan spoke suddenly, Zheng Lan thought he had been discovered, and blinked in astonishment.

Pei Yan took out another piece of paper, wiped his hands casually, and lingered on Zheng Lan's face for a moment, "He did it on purpose, don't pay attention to him."

Before Zheng Lan could speak, Pei Yan turned around and left the bathroom.

The used makeup remover towel was left on the sink, and a small puddle of water was sprinkled around it.

Zheng Lan took a few pieces of paper to wipe, and then left with her things.

Gu Xuan is Gu Zhi's younger brother, Zheng Lan has never thought about it.

When Pei Yan mentioned this, he only noticed that the two had the same surname, and that was the only similarity.

Gu Zhi is generous and cheerful, completely different from Gu Xuan.

But why can't he talk to him?

That day when Pei Yan broke into his dressing room, there was such a tense atmosphere, such a serious expression, such a stern tone...

Zheng Lan held the lotion, and the sound of her footsteps was swallowed up by the thick corridor carpet.

After entering the room, he first gave the things to the makeup artist. The makeup artist sat on a chair and looked up at his face. Zheng Lan couldn't help but bend down and get closer so that she could see it conveniently.

The little girl nodded while packing up her things, and said, "You did a good job of washing."

Zheng Lan straightened her waist, met Pei Yan's eyes inadvertently, and blushed suddenly.

"Just do it casually."

He responded casually, and Xiaobu left.

There was only one seat left on the whole table. Between Chen Jiayan and Pei Yan, Zheng Lan walked over bravely, and Chen Jiayan poured water for him graciously.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen." Zheng Lan took it and drank it. Chen Jiayan leaned towards him and secretly told him, "I had a fight with Pei Yan, please sit beside him."

A very witty sentence, even if Zheng Lan didn't want to, he had to stay.

He didn't ask why, but smiled shallowly, and just said, "You guys also quarrel?"

"Of course, don't we quarrel less?" Chen Jiayan changed the subject, "Of course, he and Tang Du didn't have as many quarrels. Who doesn't know that Huazhou's president and vice president are tossing each other every day."

Speaking of Tang Du, the name Zheng Lan is not unfamiliar at all, but this person is far away from him.

Pushing cups and changing glasses began on the table, Pei Yan didn't smile, Zheng Lan was eating food, only thought that after returning to school that year, he was in a trance, and he didn't know what day and night for a long time, one time Pei Yan wanted to bring him back to his soul, Take him to live in the country for a weekend.

Both he and Tang Du would go to that villa, but Tang Du seldom came.

Beside a fire in the living room, the two of them were covered with Zheng Lan's small blanket, snuggling up to the warm firelight.

Zheng Lan was distracted and shed tears sparsely. Pei Yan hugged him, but the door suddenly opened without a sound.

Until Tang Du came in and cursed, Pei Yan jumped up and wrapped him up in shock.

At that time Zheng Lan was still in a daze, but after hearing the two scolding back and forth in English, she wanted to laugh again.

The director drank vigorously, and Zheng Lan didn't quite understand what he said. The plate touched the glass, and the glass knocked against the table. Everyone greeted and chatted with each other, and the atmosphere was lively.

Zheng Lan also smiled, with the corners of her lips raised slightly, her eyes fell on the person who spoke, but her heart had already gone away.

He picked up a chopstick of spicy food, and accidentally chewed the chili in it, his throat was so uncomfortable that he was about to spit fire, his eyes were blurred, and he hooked his water glass with his hand, but his fingertips touched the hot and soft back of his hand, which made him shrink back in fright.

Looking again, Pei Yan's hand was still on the edge of the plate, his index finger was pointing at the table, and the back of his hand was next to his teacup.

Zheng Lan suddenly felt guilty, stared at those fingers, and went to get the cup again.

He was holding the mouth of the cup, just staggering Pei Yan's hand.

Finally, he still drank that sip of hot tea, but he stopped coughing and choking, and the hot water rolled down his throat before it became hot again.

Zheng Lan's face turned red after eating this chili pepper.

A meal was eaten from daylight to dark, and most people at the table were almost drunk. When Zheng Lan turned her head, there was still more than half of the wine in Pei Yan and Chen Jiayan's glasses. Pei Yan was the worst, only A shallow layer is missing, as if it has never been touched.

Everyone got up, went to the coat rack to find their own clothes, put them on their shoulders casually, and went to arrange the next activities.Chen Jiayan patted the director and the cameraman on the shoulder, and said, "You guys are too tired from work during the day, I invite everyone to go for a massage!"

The crowd cheered and thanked, those who drank too much regretted that they couldn't go, and the rest were in a hurry to find the elevator to go upstairs.

Zheng Lan was coerced, and the makeup artist girl came over and asked him if he was going too. Zheng Lan was struggling, feeling that he didn't even have anyone to talk to here, and Chen Jiayan squeezed in from the front as if paying attention to him.

"Doctor Zheng, your profession is usually the most tiring, so come up together."

Zheng Lan couldn't refuse Chen Jiayan. Looking forward, Pei Yan was standing by the elevator, waiting with her arms folded. The elevator was full of people before, and they could only wait for the next one to lie down.

He also looked at this place, and the eyes of the two met in the air. Zheng Lan turned his eyes away first, and said to Chen Jiayan, "Okay."

The three of them plus the make-up artist took an elevator. Zheng Lan and the make-up artist stood in front together, caught a glimpse of the little girl tightly holding the strap of her backpack, and couldn't help laughing.

The makeup artist looked at Zheng Lan anxiously, as if blaming him for laughing, but Zheng Lan comforted her instead.

Seen from behind, the two seemed to be flirting with each other.

Finally reached the floor, the makeup artist heaved a sigh of relief, stepped out of the elevator quickly, said casually, "I'm going to find the director", and then ran away without seeing anyone.

Chen Jiayan came up, deliberately took Zheng Lan to the room between the two of them, pointed him to the left, and said, "Go this way."

Zheng Lan nodded and was about to follow when Pei Yan overtook the two from behind and went to the right.

Chen Jiayan stomped his feet, and secretly scolded this person for not living up to expectations, the right side is obviously the room of three people, what evil did he do in his last life, Pei Yan wanted him to be a light bulb frequently!

I don't know which muscle is wrong, Pei Yan wants to leave, and Chen Jiayan has no choice but to take Zheng Lan to follow.

Seeing them coming, the waiters on both sides came up, Chen Jiayan waved and said, "Open a room."

Pei Yan pushed the door casually and walked in. The waiter saw that his face was not good, and quickly ran up to prepare the room. He said a lot of good things, but Pei Yan didn't even say yes perfunctory, just like Yan Luo.

"Cut." Chen Jiayan wanted to take revenge, and wanted to lie down on the middle bed, buttocks were not touching yet, Pei Yan sat down all of a sudden, almost pressing his hand.

"You!" Chen Jiayan dared not speak out, but got up obediently, gasped and lay down on the side, raising his hand across his forehead, as if he didn't care about world affairs.

On the other hand, Pei Yan was still expressionless, as if he had done nothing.

The two were arguing childishly, and Zheng Lan walked around to the innermost place to lie down properly.

A man in a uniform came in and asked if it was time to start, Chen Jiayan said let's start.

So three masseuses came in, one of them took a set of clothes in his hand, and pointed them to the room where they changed clothes.

It happened to be three separate small rooms. Zheng Lan changed first and walked out, lying down as the masseur asked.

At the beginning of getting used to the strength, the masseuse always asked him some questions. Zheng Lan was in pain, and the words he spoke were intermittent, like fragments.

After a while, Chen Jiayan and Pei Yan also came out. Zheng Lan closed her eyes, and heard the people around her lying down, and another masseuse almost asked similar questions.

Pei Yan just said yes and didn't say anything else.He pressed the mattress face down, his voice squeezed together in his chest, kneading into hoarse, chaotic short syllables.

Zheng Lan couldn't help being distracted, and pressed the fingers on his back lightly and heavily, pressing them in just the right position.Beside him was Pei Yan's heavy breathing, and he frowned unbearably.

During the banquet, he drank a couple of sips of wine, the director poured a shallow layer of glass for him before, Zheng Lan clearly didn't even finish that sip, but his body was burned like a drunk.

The time was passed by him in a daze, Chen Jiayan suddenly said to the massager, "It hurts too much, I'll rest for a while."

Then, with a rustle, Chen Jiayan stood up and left.

The masseur didn't expect it, and chased his client out.

The room became quiet again, Zheng Lan only heard Chen Jiayan hurrying away, the masseur pressed hard, the pain made his mind go blank, and his ears buzzed.

The masseur asked him, "Have you hit somewhere recently? Your back is a little blue."

Zheng Lan still closed her eyes, unable to remember how she bumped into it.

The masseuse lightened his hand, intending to talk to him: "Is that a butterfly on your back? It's so beautiful."

"Yes, Butterfly." Zheng Lan's whole body was limp, unable to think or speak.He responded casually, and the masseur didn't think there was anything wrong.After all, I meet too many people in this industry, some like to talk, and some don't like to talk.

Later, Zheng Lan got used to the strength gradually, and the unbearable pain was relieved by the spreading comfort.With the upper eyelids overlapping the lower eyelids, Zheng Lan felt that she was about to fall asleep.

It was just so vague for a while, the masseur didn't know what to do and left for a while, and when he came back, there was an extra layer of essential oil on his hands, exuding a strong floral fragrance.

Zheng Lan sniffed, the tip of her nose moved like a kitten.

His hands were hanging by his sides, hooked loosely at this moment, the force on his back was much lighter, like a feather.

Zheng Lan gradually felt something was wrong.

There is a layer of oil on the fingers, but the habit of massage will not change, and the method will not change.

At this moment, this man's fingers are soft, like playing a piano, and he will touch his sensitive places, and then touch those places, sweeping them down like a fan.

This can't be considered meaty!

The more Zheng Lan thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong, the sweat on her back suddenly turned cold, and she turned her head to look at Pei Yan.

Unexpectedly, there was no one on the bed, so he raised his body anxiously, but bumped into the chin of the person behind him.

Both of them were in pain, the person behind him let out a long hiss, his chest rose and fell with unsteady breathing, and the layer of hot air wrapped around his body almost enveloped Zheng Lan.

Zheng Lan half lifted her body, paused in mid-air, and then lay back obediently.

"What are you doing..." Pei Yan complained, but she ignored him and sat on the side sofa, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter from somewhere.

Zheng Lan didn't look at him, and turned her head to the side where he wasn't there, leaving most of her back exposed, and the sweat wasn't even dry.

The essential oil was pushed halfway, but it was still shiny on it.

Zheng Lan is very thin, too thin.

Pei Yan knew at a glance that he had lost weight, and when he touched it with his hands, this feeling became even more obvious.

He used to be able to circle people with one hand, but this time he can circle two people at once.

Zheng Lan was lying on the small bed, her back was facing the light on the ceiling, as if it was deliberately displayed in a cabinet.The smooth lines are slightly arched at the shoulders, and stick down at the waist, with a spine sunken in the middle, but a butterfly grows on the butterfly bone, which is still a provocative purple, ready to fly.

Pei Yan smoked irritably.

He really can't bear it, whether he likes it or not, loves it or not, admits it or not, he cannot avoid falling into Zheng Lan's body.

But the man seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement for a long time.

Pei Yan was almost exhausted on a cigarette, and Zheng Lan looked at him lazily. "Is there any more?"

"No, just one."

The voices became hoarse one by one.

The eyes are intertwined like sticky sugar, and the embers of that cigarette still exude a light woody fragrance.

Pei Yan shook her fingers and was about to get up when she heard Zheng Lan ask him: "Last time in the hotel, I lost a red rope, did it fall into your place?"

Pei Yan's expression moved slightly, and he walked to Zheng Lan's side in two steps, buried himself down, pressed the tip of his nose against his cheek, and opened and closed his lips.

"No."

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