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It was like a superficial kiss, and they were separated at the touch of a touch, not even a formal kiss.

But just such a light touch, like a giant hammer knocking hard on the door of the heart, shaking a crack.

Mo Yunqiu lowered his head to pick up the shower, but he was so distraught that he couldn't figure out the direction, and the warm water poured on Luo Qiu's face like a fountain.

"Oh, water! Cough, cough, cough!" Luo Qiu was caught off guard, splashed all over his face, and sucked in a mouthful.

"sorry!"

Mo Yunqiu hurriedly threw the shower, but it fell on Luo Qiu.

"what are you doing!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to!"

Luo Qiu jumped up, and the twisting shower had already drenched Luo Qiu's body, and his pants were clinging to his thighs.

In the chaos, Luo Qiu turned around and knocked heavily on the wall with his injured hand.

A shrill scream came from the bathroom.

One minute later, Mo Yunqiu escaped from the bathroom wet, and turned to visit: "Brother Qiu...you haven't put on the conditioner yet..."

"No need..." The person inside made a muffled voice.

Mo Yunqiu shrank his head, then stretched it out again: "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"It's okay..." The voice dropped a little more.

"Oh..." Mo Yunqiu thought for a while, then poked his head in again, "...then be careful."

There was no more sound from inside.

Mo Yunqiu wandered around Luo Qiu's room a few times in boredom, then sneakily pushed open the bathroom door, stretched an arm in, and quickly pulled out the knitted sweater thrown on the sink.

Luo Qiu, who was bathing depressedly, suddenly turned his head and stared at the door that kept shaking.

Did something come in just now?

Mo Yunqiu found a needle and thread, sat on the bed, and re-fastened the loose buttons.

While nailing, I couldn't help but recall the scene in the shower.

That moment was so short that it felt unreal, and Mo Yunqiu almost thought it was his imagination.But the warm and moist touch is real, soft like clouds, hot like flames.

Why is he kissing me?Are you dizzy from heat?

At the beginning, he was drunk and released it in his hands in a daze, but he put on a poker face the next day, obviously he was not happy!

So what did he mean just now?Why was my heart beating so fast at that moment?

The moment the lips touched, something screamed in the body, desperately wanting to deepen the kiss, and even driving to do something else.

This kind of heart-pounding feeling is no stranger, and during the past four years with Luo Qiu, I often have this feeling.

No, to be precise, earlier, when he could only watch him on the screen, his heart beat so fast that he could suffocate from time to time.

The curvature of his lips when he smiled, the raised eyebrows when he was proud, the teeth he bared when he was venomous, the serious eyes when he was acting, and the phrase he always said when he was embarrassed, "Look, am I right?" The most handsome", all touched my heart.So that as long as you can see him and stay by his side, the whole world is beautiful.

It turned out that it wasn't because he was too busy at work and didn't have time to find a girlfriend, but that he would rather be with him even though he was on vacation.It turned out that it wasn't because he couldn't bear that little salary and worked until now, but because he was willing to clear away all worries for him and watch him step by step to the pinnacle of life.

It turns out... I like him... And that kind of liking...

This kiss, like the red sun at dawn, tore through the darkness and shattered the confusion in my heart.

But, does he like me?

Mo Yunqiu moved impatiently on the bed.

How could he like me?I'm just his little assistant, and I'm still a man...

Thinking about it, Mo Yunqiu licked the corner of his kissed mouth, as if reminiscing about that soft kiss.

If he doesn't like me, why would he kiss me?

Mo Yunqiu was confused.

Luo Qiu's tugging voice sounded next to his ears: so what if you have a base?

Perhaps, at least I have to tell him that even if he fired him, it would be better to be kicked out of the house by him than to hold it in my heart and regret it when I get old...

Suddenly, Mo Yunqiu straightened his back, his eyes lit up, and his spirit was high.

wrong!He can't drive me away now!Now I am the actor!He can't fire me!If he wants to drive me away, I will hold on!He can't let "Actor Luo Qiu" drag his luggage and sleep under the overhead!If he really doesn't care about our friendship for so many years, I'll go to *do a square dance to see if he doesn't come to beg me!

At this moment, Mo Yunqiu began to imagine Luo Qiu hugging his thigh, tearfully begging him not to ruin his image.

Mo Yunqiu felt as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

That's it!Regardless of the outcome, at least tell him!

Mo Yunqiu's eyes fell on the invitation card that Xia Xinghuo stuffed for him.

Or just that day!

Having made up his mind, Mo Yunqiu excitedly nailed the buttons.

So when Luo Qiu came out wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw a "Picture of the Movie Emperor Mending Clothes" that no one has seen before.

"What are you doing?" The painting style is so beautiful that I dare not look at it more!

"Buttons." Mo Yunqiu had an expression of "you can't even see how weak you are" on his face, "I nailed the one that fell off for you, and reinforced the rest, don't tell me You don’t want to wear it because you’ve unbuttoned it.”

Luo Qiu took the knitted sweater and rubbed the button with his thumb, feeling an indescribably soft heart.

Why did you kiss him impulsively just now?This order is wrong!Kissing without even confessing, it's too beastly!

When Luo Qiu was taking a shower, he was thinking about how to explain this kiss to him. After washing, he dawdled for a while, but still had no idea.

Seeing Mo Yunqiu spread out the script and other things on his bed with a calm expression, Luo Qiu felt a little uncomfortable.

I was still thinking about that almost negligible kiss, why did he act like no one?

Does he not care about himself at all?Just as if you were playing around with him?

Just when Luo Qiu opened his mouth to say something, Mo Yunqiu said first: "I met Xia Xinghuo when I was filming an advertisement today."

Luo Qiu immediately changed his face, and said fiercely: "What is he doing here! Is he harassing you again?"

A certain Yunqiu thought in his heart: It seems that she has not reached the level of harassment, so he replied unhurriedly: "The heroine of the advertisement uses his company's model, so he also came." He handed over the exquisite invitation card, "He invited me to the salon, should I go?"

Luo Qiu looked at the invitation carefully, and Mo Yunqiu continued: "Xia Xinghuo said it was an art salon, and that it was run by a man named Anthony Stoughton."

"It's Anthony Stoke." Luo Qiu said lightly.

Mo Yunqiu was very surprised: "You know all this?"

"This man is an Englishman and a Marquis. He inherited the title when he was young. He likes art and always considers himself an art appreciator. I didn't expect Xia Xinghuo to have a wide range of social contacts, and he actually knew him." Luo Qiu pointed A pattern in the corner of the invitation, "Look, this is the family emblem of their family. It is said that his home is his private collection. There are artworks and antiques collected from various countries. Most of the ancestors belonged to the Eight-Power Allied Forces." Luo Qiu grinned as he spoke, he looked like a child.

Mo Yunqiu was so admiring: "Brother Qiu, you are so amazing! How could you know so clearly?"

Luo Qiu was flattered by his praise: "Because I sold him the villa he bought in Hainan and the resort hotel where the salon is held, so I checked his information a little bit."

"When did you still have property in Hainan?" Mo Yunqiu suddenly had the illusion that he had discovered his husband's private money, and immediately stifled this absurd idea in horror.

Luo Qiu picked his chin: "You are so dull, I don't tell you, you can still find out what property I have?"

Mo Yunqiu was depressed by what he said, and became curious: "Brother Qiu, how much money do you have?" Apart from knowing that Luo Qiu owns a bar, Mo Yunqiu really doesn't know how much property Luo Qiu has under his name. It's not that Luo Qiu hid it well, but Mo Yunqiu never thought of trying to find out.

"How dare I tell you this directly, you can ask a financial advisor." Luo Qiu pretended to be shy, "I still have a seaside villa in Hainan, and we can go on vacation in the future."

"So, this Eight-Nation Allied Forces know you?"

"I know me, but I haven't met. I haven't dealt with the sale specifically. So you don't have to worry. If he comes to chat with you, just deal with him casually."

Mo Yunqiu hesitated for a while and said, "When the time comes, you can go with me."

Luo Qiu stared at the few lines on the invitation card, his thoughts drifted away for a moment, his movements froze for a moment, and he closed the invitation card without a trace: "Okay, I will arrange the time."

Mo Yunqiu happily put away the invitation, and the first step of the plan was successfully completed.

"Okay, you go to rest, tomorrow will..."

Before Luo Qiu finished speaking, Mo Yunqiu had already taken out a new script: "Brother Qiu, tell me about the script."

"It's still early to leave the shoot, why are you in a hurry, go to sleep today."

"I need to start researching it sooner, this is a movie, a movie!" Mo Yunqiu forced the script into his hands, "Tell me about it first."

"Really, I just said that you are getting more and more tempered now, and you are starting to play big games with me." Luo Qiu muttered, completely forgetting who was washing his hair without complaint just now.But what he said in words, he had already opened the script in action, stretched his body and sat on the bed: "Tell me what kind of drama this is?"

Mo Yunqiu sat on the other side of the bed without even thinking about it, completely unaware of how happy he was and how natural his movements were: "What kind of drama? Love and kill each other and sell corrupt dramas in the Republic of China?"

Luo Qiu's eyeballs almost fell out, and he said angrily: "Who the hell told you that this is a rotten drama of the Republic of China!" He paused, and seemed to find something wrong, "Who the hell do you want to sell to? Rotten!"

"Brother Tong said it!" Mo Yunqiu shrank his neck, professionally selling his teammates for 30 years.