Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

Fu Chao was sitting next to Li Xianfeng, facing Wen Yang, who happened to be able to see the young man's appearance at this moment.

Li Xianfeng raised his wine glass: "I wish Mr. Fu, all wishes come true."

He clinked glasses with Fu Chao and winked, making this bearded middle-aged man look very greasy.

Fu Chao looked at his beard tied into a small braid in disgust. He couldn't agree with Li Xianfeng's aesthetics outside of movies.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Wen Yang's moist lips, and his tone was gentle: "Borrow Li Daoji."

After being discovered by others, he still had a calm face.

Zhang Junheng kept drinking Wenyang wine, and Wenyang didn't delay. In his previous life, he never got drunk after drinking a thousand cups.

But he forgot that now he was no longer his original body, after only a few drinks, his face was already dyed red, and his eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

The young man's fair face seemed to be in full bloom with crimson peach blossoms, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes were tainted by alcohol, revealing an indescribable temptation.

Especially for Fu Chao, the urge to hold him in his arms and kiss him suddenly arose in his heart.

Almost everyone at the table was attracted by Wen Yang's appearance, and Li Xianfeng coughed lightly to draw everyone's attention back.

Liu Zhenduo glanced at Wen Yang's face, and sighed in her heart, it's no wonder that there were still a large number of fans following when there were so many scandals before, with such a look, even she, a woman who thought she was beautiful, was ashamed of herself.

Receiving the danger warning signal from Fu Chao, she shrank her neck and ate the food by herself.

Wen Yang was already drunk, but the feeling of alcohol was not over yet, so he just sat quietly in his seat in a daze.

"Brother Fu, there seems to be something wrong with Wen Yang's assistant, so I can't pick him up. Please be the driver and send him back safely." After drinking and eating, Zhang Junheng said to Fu Chao.

Li Xianfeng nodded: "Be careful on the road."

"Okay." Fu Chao walked towards Wen Yang without helping him, "It's time to go home."

Wen Yang turned his head to look at him, his misty fox eyes blinked, as if spring water was rippling inside.

He didn't speak, just looked at Fu Chao intently.

Judging from his unfocused eyes and slightly parted lips, Fu Chao was sure that he was still in a daze at this moment.

Fu Chao dragged Wen Yang up and walked out with his arms around him. The driver was already waiting outside the hotel.

He was obedient all the way, Fu Chao stuffed him into the car, sat like a good boy, and hiccupped.

At this moment, he was unconscious, staring blankly at the back of the seat in front of him.

"Go to the villa in the southern district." Fu Chao's deep voice sounded in the narrow car.

"Yes, boss." The driver responded, started the car, and opened the rear seat baffle.

Fu Chao was obviously satisfied with his actions: "Tomorrow, I will go to the Finance Department to get an extra month's salary."

"Thank you, boss!" The driver was as excited as if he had been pumped, and praised his cleverness in his heart.

The boss's car had never been used by other people, and this was the first time he had brought someone up. He wondered if there was any unusual relationship between the two of them.

Fu Chao looked at the blushing Wen Yang, a soft look flashed in his eyes, he straightened the young man's face, and let his moist eyes look at him.

"Wen Yang?" he called out.

Wen Yang didn't respond, but his butterfly-like eyelashes trembled.

Fu Chao approached little by little, and when he kissed Wen Yang's rhomboid lips, his heart felt indescribably soft.

And this kiss seemed to activate some kind of mechanism, making his arms around the young man's waist uncontrollably tighten.

As if to rub him into the body.

He quickly withdrew, feeling that it was too shameless for him to take advantage of others.

When the car was about to reach the destination, Wen Yang took off his coat by himself and shouted, "The sun is so bright."

Fu Chao reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes, and turned on the heater in the car, but it was really cold outside, and it was easy to catch a cold when he got out of the car later.

Wen Yang, on the other hand, started drinking madly and pushed him relentlessly.

He sighed helplessly, and hugged the boy in his arms: "No, I will get sick."

"Hey, I want to sunbathe." Wen Yang struggled hard, his clothes lifted up, revealing a thin waist.

Fu Chao's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes darkened.

The car was parked in the villa. Because it was his car, the courtyard door opened automatically after sensing the license plate.

"You go back first." He picked up the disobedient boy horizontally, and wrapped him in a bread jacket.

The car drove away, and only he and Wen Yang in his arms were left in the huge courtyard.

It had just snowed, and after the thin snow melted, the ground was a little muddy.

After pressing the fingerprint to enter the door, Fu Chao took Wen Yang straight to the room.

Wen Yang didn't know that the room he lived in was the place where Fu Chao once lived.

"I want to swim, I want to swim in the sea." He yelled loudly, his handsome face was wrinkled, and his cheeks were as red as a three-day spring.

Fu Chao coaxed him softly: "Be good."

The boy smelled of alcohol all over his body, he must be uncomfortable falling asleep like this, he planned to change his clothes for him.

"Not good!" Who knew that Wen Yang threw him on the bed, stared at him fiercely, and made an unexpected move.

His jaw tingled slightly, but he didn't push away Wen Yang who was biting him like an angry kitten.

Wen Yang seemed to have found a toothbrush toy, bit his chin lightly, and bit his chest again, but he was wearing a vest, which made Wen Yang's teeth ache.

So the drunken boy began to struggle with the vest on his body. After tearing the buttons, he bit down hard through the shirt.

Fu Chao let out a muffled laugh, and didn't feel much pain, but instead felt that Wen Yang was tickling him.

Wen Yang who was drunk was unexpectedly cute, especially when he was drunk and crazy, like a cub with teeth and claws.

It looks terribly fierce, but in fact it has no lethality at all.

"Okay, don't make trouble." He patted Wen Yang's head, just like smoothing the general's hair before, with a coaxing tone in his tone.

Wen Yang loosened his teeth, lay in his arms, and suddenly looked at him with wide eyes.

Then, under his slightly startled expression, he bit his lip.

Fu Chao could feel that his lips were bitten, and the smell of blood leaked out like rust. He couldn't restrain the storm in his eyes, and locked Wen Yang in his arms.

He deepened the kiss.

Wen Yang closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Fu Chao had no choice but to let him go, and Ren Juvenile lay in his arms.

In order for Wen Yang to sleep comfortably, he kept this position and kept his eyes open until dawn.

Waking up the next day, Wen Yang rubbed his somewhat hangover head, unexpectedly this body could be so intolerant to alcohol.

"You're awake." Fu Chao's voice came from behind him, which made him startled. He turned his head stiffly, and met Fu Chao's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He actually slept in the same bed with Fu Chao last night?

He drank the fragments, and his memory of last night was already blurred, so he couldn't remember it.