Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

The moon in winter is a little more bleak, and the shadows of flowers and trees in the courtyard are whirling in the cold wind.

The heating was turned on in the room, so Wen Yang took off his coat and only wore a gray and white striped turtleneck sweater.

As soon as he left the room, the cold wind hit him and made him shiver, and he couldn't help but sink his chin into his collar.

"Don't take it off." Fu Chao draped his woolen trench coat over his shoulders, and gathered the collar for him, with a commanding tone in his tone.

The clothes still carry his temperature, which is inconsistent with his usual cold appearance in front of people. He has a lot of heat on his body.

In the words of the old man, this probably means sufficient yang energy.

"Yeah." Wen Yang withdrew his wandering thoughts, grabbed the lapel of his windbreaker, and walked towards the end of the corridor in silence with his head bowed.

Fu Chao wore a brown V-neck woolen vest over his white shirt. After taking off his coat to Wen Yang, he looked thin.

He has a slender figure, his muscles are not bulging, but he is also full of strength. When standing beside Wen Yang, his tall figure can envelop him whole.

Wen Yang looked slimmer in front of him.

"You—" the boy raised his face and was about to speak.

But Fu Chao took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and he pursed his lips: "Please wait for me."

He walked a little further to the side, not wanting the boy to smell the smoke.

But at this time, his disturbed heart made his throat dry, and he desperately wanted to smoke a cigarette to relieve it.

If Wen Yang refuses, what should he do?

No matter how difficult the company encountered, he would at most frown, but emotionally, he couldn't calm down.

Wen Yang looked over, Fu Chao smoked silently with his back turned to him, and came calmly until one was burned out.

"Tell me, I'll listen." His eyes were covered with water, maybe the wine he drank before began to ferment and become drunk now.

Some people are always late when they drink, like Wen Yang.

Wen Yang hesitated for a while, he didn't know how to speak, he pondered for a moment, then looked into his eyes and asked: "Is what you did before counted as courting me?"

Instead of avoiding hiding and shrinking, it is better to get straight to the point and make it clear.

"Yes." Fu Chao nodded without a pause, "I'm sorry if it caused you trouble."

Who is Fu Chao?

Such a person, even in ancient times, was a prince, general and general, so why did he ever compromise with others?

Only in front of Wen Yang would he be so cautious.

Wen Yang looked away from his tender and handsome face, the undisguised scorching heat seemed to melt him.

"Thank you for your help all the time." He held the railing and looked at the misty moonlight half hanging in the dark sky.

Fu Chao is a very sensible person, he didn't cause him any trouble, on the contrary, he helped him a lot.

He has nothing to repay, he can only be an artist of Zhaohui, and strive to create more benefits for the company.

The boy's voice was cold, as if he wanted to blend in with the moonlight.

Fu Chao's heart shrank suddenly, he didn't want to accept this good person card, because he is not a pure good person, he has ulterior motives, and his intentions are not pure.

He wanted him, wanted to hug him, kiss him, and push the boy down on the bed to love him fiercely.

This desire born of love is so intense that it seems to burn through the guts.

Wen Yang turned to face him: "Now I hope to achieve some success in my career, so—"

Before he finished speaking, he was pressed against the railing by Fu Chao.

The dazzling kiss contained the astringency of tobacco and alcohol, and Fu Chao aggressively grabbed his breath.

Like an invincible general on the battlefield, he used his brave momentum to attack the city and seize the territory.

Wen Yang's eyes widened, he forgot to resist for a moment, he never thought that Fu Chao would kiss him unexpectedly.

Still in a violent way like a storm.

When he was about to push Fu Chao away, Fu Chao had already let go of him, and fell backwards unsteadily.

He reached out to grab him in time, and Fu Chao hugged him and leaned on his shoulder.

The sudden force forced him to take a step back, and he couldn't retreat and directly hit the railing. The pain from his back through his clothes made him gasp.

"Fu Chao, you're drunk." Fearing that the man's head would hit the railing, he supported Fu Chao a few steps forward.

He frowned, and straightened Fu Chao. The tall and handsome man squinted his phoenix eyes, his figure was shaking, and he looked unsteady.

It can be seen that he is not lightly drunk.

"I... am not drunk..." Fu Chao frowned tightly, he raised his hand to rub his temples, and reached out to stroke Wen Yang's face, "Don't move."

Wen Yang sighed helplessly, as expected, drunk people are desperately unwilling to admit that they are already drunk.

He wanted to make it clear, but was interrupted, he was a little confused, after tomorrow, can he and Fu Chao get along as normal as before?

Pulling Fu Chao's arm onto his shoulder, he helped him into the room.

The moment he entered the door, a figure quickly ran to the side to hide.

Wen Yang took Fu Chao to the guest room on the second floor by elevator. Song Nian came out of the room, looked at Fu Chao leaning on his shoulder, and frowned displeasedly.

"Need help?" he asked.

Wen Yang smiled at him: "No need."

"Oh." He closed the door with a "bang", and with his back to the door, he snorted disdainfully, "Shameless man."

That guy Fu Chao is really dirty.

Pretending to be drunk?

Ah……

Wen Yang helped Fu Chao to the guest room arranged for him, put him on the bed, took off Fu Chao's windbreaker and hung it on the coat rack.

After covering Fu Chao with a quilt, he was about to leave when his hand was held.

He fell on Fu Chao's body, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in his nostrils.

"Fu Chao?" He raised his eyes to meet Fu Chao's opened phoenix eyes.

Fu Chao hugged him tightly, and his voice was filled with a humble plea: "Don't refuse, give me a chance to protect you, okay?"

Before waiting for his answer, Fu Chao closed his eyes again, and his breathing gradually became steady.

Wen Yang frowned, and he stood up, twisting the quilt for Fu Chao: "Then, let's start with friends."

"Fu Chao, if I'm tempted, I won't lie to myself." He said blankly, "But not yet..."

Because he only wanted to take care of his career now, and he didn't make room for his feelings.

After he left, there was the sound of closing the door, and Fu Chao on the bed opened his eyes, not a little bit drunk.

He licked his lips, recalling the kiss just now, his thin lips curled slightly.

"I can wait," he said.

Downstairs in the living room, Xu Fang lay on the stairs, looked at Yang Shuo who was standing on the first step, and said with a smile, "Brother, do you want to drink?"

Yang Shuo recalled the scene he saw at the door just now, the tall man pressed the boy against the railing, the fierce kiss was so dazzling.

There was a haze in his heart, and his brows were full of sadness.

"it is good."

Now he just wants to get drunk.