The whole entertainment circle is watching me collapse

Chi Zhining's eyes were slightly closed, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his breath, and every movement seemed to be exhausted.

Very eagerly, very hard, kissing him.

The face that was especially favored by the Creator was flushed, and it looked more and more beautiful in the dim light.

"This is what you want."

The deep and magnetic bass almost exploded in his ears.

Then it was chaotic and enthusiastic, the drunken ones became more and more trance, and the sober ones willingly sank.

Chi Zhining woke up in the hazy night, as if there were stars fighting in front of her eyes, dancing wildly with messy stars.

Throat is smoking.He opened his mouth to make a sound, but immediately coughed.

A stuffy cough that is so stuffy that it wants to get entangled in the heart and lungs.

The night light in the room was on, a pair of powerful big hands picked him up, and put the steaming cup to his mouth.

He "gudong gudong gudong", drank anxiously, panting and looked at the man.

"elder brother?"

He coughed again as he spoke, and many muscles trembled. Finally, he felt a strange soreness, and the bases of his ears turned red belatedly.

Ling Minghua got up and walked away, bringing another cup of hot water.

At this moment, Chi Zhining's eyes became clearer, only to realize that he was not wearing anything, and neither was she.

Once satiated, something that is already proud looks extremely magnanimous.

He really couldn't see, he covered his forehead and closed his eyes.

"Open your eyes and hold it by yourself." Ling Minghua's deep voice contained a slight smile.

"Hmm..." Chi Zhining seemed to have never heard of it, and pressed his temples decently, "I can't remember what happened, ahhhh—"

As she said that, she rolled over pretendingly, the quilt was rolled up in a mess, revealing a large piece of smooth and delicate skin.

Ling Minghua let out a low snort, and sat down beside her, with one long leg propped up high, and the muscles and lines of her whole body surged and condensed accordingly, which was so beautiful that it was extremely shocking.

Chi Zhining raised his eyes a little because of his movement, then lowered his head like an electric shock, groaning.

Ling Minghua pressed the back of his neck in a funny way, leaned behind his ear, and threatened in a low voice, "Can you recall?"

The youth's pipa bone moved.

"I'm still dizzy..." He hummed softly.

"Headache?"

"Well, it hurts," Chi Zhining responded bluntly, and added, "Really."

Ling Minghua rubbed his temple knowingly.

Chi Zhining moved restlessly, and waited for the man to flatten his legs in a compromise, then rolled into his arms, humming softly.

Not surprisingly, it's "Simu" again.

Ling Minghua's eyebrows twitched, trying not to associate the song with the producer.

Song He Gu.

And Chi Zhining loves this song very much.

He asked him why.

"Ah, it's hard to say, it's just that I hit it off. This tune always makes me feel very comfortable and gentle." Chi Zhining's drunken voice was a little hoarse, "And those words can be sung to people's hearts..."

Talking in a low voice, he sang again.

This time was like every time, he sang peacefully and focused, his eyes were as bright as stars, as if he was pleading for love over and over again.

It should be, got it.

Suddenly, a deep and rich singing voice came in.

Chi Zhining stopped in surprise, and looked directly at the sudden surge of emotion in Ling Minghua's eyes.

The man sang the whole ending line by himself.

Weeping and complaining, I waited for harmony.

"Brother..." Chi Zhining let the alcohol and the rush of emotion rage, and said in a trembling voice, "You can sing, sing it to me."

Ling Minghua remained silent.

"Brother," Chi Zhining held his hand, her heart beating violently, "Sing, sing."

"elder brother……"

"Brother~~"

Finally impatient with his quarrel, Ling Minghua covered his face, twisted it down, and buried it.

He is not allowed to look at him.

But still massaging his temples.

Chi Zhining closed her eyes obediently, he waited.

Wait until Ling Minghua opens his mouth and sing for him.

Sweeping away the loneliness and deep silence of Shen Ye, the stars can be heard, and people can also hear it.

Then kiss together again.

—

When he opened his eyes again, the sky was bright.

Chi Zhining was like a ball of cloth that had been rubbed thoroughly, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

The hangover headache was backlashing violently.

He is like this, shameless.

Ling Minghua had no choice but to wait on him from the beginning to the end, feeding him medicine, bringing the meals to the bed, and then watching him writhe with his head covered in shaggy hair, trying his best to control others.

If you want water, you need freshly squeezed juice, if you want game consoles, you need snacks, and you need charging cables.

The man's expression became darker each time, but he was indulgent again and again.

Once Uncle Lian delivered the things to the door, and when he opened the door, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Young Master Chi lying beside the bed, sticking his head out, biting the potato chips so loudly that he almost couldn't hold the tray in shock.

My husband has been taken care of by them since he was a child. Although he is not a clean freak, letting the crumbs of snacks get so close that there is a risk of falling on the bed, this is absolutely unacceptable to him.

As expected of Young Master Chi.

In fact, Chi Zhining couldn't play the game, but just pretended to hold the game console, but actually moved around, trying to take a comfortable pose to peek at Ling Minghua.

...I can't put it out, no matter how I put it, it hurts badly.

And tired and shy took turns hitting the high ground.

After Ling Minghua finished the urgent work as quickly as possible, he turned around and saw him falling asleep in a weird twisted posture.

There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, he stepped forward, straightened Chi Zhining's whole body, and then covered him with the quilt.

For the first time, he finished the work as fast as possible, and he didn't want the time to be filled with endless business.

For the first time, he wanted to hug the little thing on the bed tightly and steal half a day of leisure.

This idea is really strange and abrupt to him who is calm and resolute.

But looking at Chi Zhining's sleeping face, Ling Minghua couldn't think of rejection.He does.

In his sleep, Chi Zhining revisited yesterday's rosy scene. The background sound is the man's only singing voice in the past 30 years.

Opening his eyes, the man's handsome face was next to the pillow.

Chi Zhining smiled sweetly and said, "I want to post on Weibo."

"Ok?"

"I remember, I heard a beautiful song."

Ling Minghua raised his eyebrows.

But seeing the contented and agile little boy, not knowing what to do, he jumped up and down with joy, and his heart also opened up a bit.

@池智宁: [No prizes to guess, which one is the most recent single on the loop? [Thinking][Thinking][Picture]]

The picture shows all the songs he sang, including the chorus songs during the group period, and several live versions when he participated in the show.

Mom fan: [I've cycled through the entire playlist countless times!My mother can sing Koike's songs! 】

Yan Fen: [It's not important to take selfies, the main thing is the cover of the rare single [licking the screen][licking the screen]]

CP fan: [Bet on a sip, it's definitely a sip!My CPszd! ! [play call][play call]]

Career fan: [Upstairs love is crazy!It must be Allright, it has already been nominated for an award, nothing is also fine, it won the award that year! 】

Among the tens of thousands of comments, the voices of CP fans and Yan fans are indistinguishable. Because of Parr's low-key silence, the former has been drought for a long time and has no food. Once he saw the dawn of hope, he stepped on the blogger's thunder point and danced wildly.

Ling Minghua, who watched the whole process, quietly darkened his face and made a call.

"Connect me to the top music producer in the studio below."

"Well, make a song and sing it for Xiao Ning."

The author has something to say: At the end of writing, the BGM in my head became: "I really want to sing a love song! Watch the most beautiful fireworks! Wandering in the city! My heart trembles for love!"

If any little angel is right on——

Congratulations, the artistic conception of this chapter is completely ruined. [kneeling]

感谢在2020-10-1423:23:42~2020-10-1700:58:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: air conditioning code 1412 bottles; 1 bottle of Cuicui Duck;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!