Professional dismantling

Zhao Yao remained silent in the room for two hours. During these two hours, his head seemed to be empty, thinking about all kinds of things, thinking about all kinds of mistakes, and the tie was twisted like a hemp rope by his hands. Yes, completely out of shape.

Well, you can hang yourself directly.

Zhao Yao put the tie in his pocket indiscriminately, got up and walked out the door. He didn't look at it much, and kicked the open box on the ground in a hurry. He didn't have time to care about it, so he opened The door went out.

The lights downstairs had already gone out, and Zhao Yao remembered that this Friday, the stupid drama that Zhao Ma was chasing only had one episode tonight.

He walked back and forth in the corridor twice in agitation, turned around and took out the pack of cigarettes left from the drawer in the room, took a few deep puffs before he calmed down, and then went out again.

This time, he stood directly at the door of Qin Yin's room without hesitation. What he wanted in his mind was to go straight up and kick it away, but the picture only flashed for a moment before it was crossed out by him.

He wants to be a well-mannered person, and he can't be like Qin Yin's well-dressed beast.

Qin Yin had just taken a shower and came out of the bathroom. The room was well heated. He only wore a white bath towel under his body. He was holding a towel of the same color to wipe his hair. There was a knock at the door.

He froze for a moment and was about to go to open the door, but the door opened by itself.

Zhao Yao stood at the door with a gloomy face, with one hand in his pocket and the other on the doorknob, biting a half-lit cigarette in his mouth, he said in a low voice, "You don't mind coming in and having a seat." .”

Not only did these words not sound like a request for advice, but even the movements of his feet were.

Zhao Yao didn't wait for Qin Yin to nod or respond, kicked the door shut and walked in directly. The cigarette dangling from his mouth trembled twice due to the movement of his feet, and a piece of ash fell into the snow-white carpet .

Zhao Yao didn't seem to mind at all, Qin Yin frowned at him, threw the towel in his hand on the table beside him, turned and walked into the bathroom, "Sit down first, I'll undress."

"No need..." Zhao Yao sat on the couch at the end of the bed with his hands on his sides, and before he could take two steps, he said, "I think we might have a better chat if you do this."

Qin Yin looked back at him, with the words "confused" written on one side and "don't understand" written on his face, Zhao Yao smiled, his voice was not so gloomy, but there was a trace of curiosity in it, "Follow the calculations Your birthday will be in a month, right?"

"One month and seven days." Qin Yin took two steps back, picked up the towel on the table again and wiped his wet hair, wondering what Zhao Yao's sudden question meant.

Throw him a birthday party?

Qin Yin felt that this reason was a little too mysterious.

"You said what do you want me to give you for your birthday?" Zhao Yao put one hand on his side and lifted the other hand up to take the cigarette from his mouth and directly pop it into the trash can at the door, and spit a cigarette at Qin Yin The circle is, well, very round.

The trash can is empty, and it was taken away by Aunt Liu not long ago, and I haven't brought it with me to put on a bag.

Qin Yin glanced there, took off the towel from his head, and said, "Leader..."

"Lead your mother!" Zhao Yao suddenly got up and kicked him in the abdomen when he only uttered this syllable, and Qin Yin was kicked to the TV wall behind him because of his sudden movement. The TV hanging on it fell down because of his bump twice, and hit the low table below with a "snap", and the CDs and other miscellaneous things on the low table were piled up because of the TV falling. It fell from the top to the ground, and there was a loud crash in the room for a while.

Qin Yin half leaned against the wall and bent slightly, covering the place where he was kicked with one hand, but the expression on his face was calm.

Zhao Yao couldn't see his unruffled appearance in the face of danger the most, as if the sky had fallen and had nothing to do with him.

He took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to change him from the position stuck to the wall to the upright position, stretched out his hand to touch the warm skin between his neck, and realized that Qin Yin had nothing on him except a bath towel.

Zhao Yao suddenly felt a little frustrated. He knew that Qin Yin was going to put on his clothes when he told him to go, and the feeling of pulling him up by his collar was beyond his experience.

Zhao Yao withdrew his hand, pulled out the crumpled tie from his pocket, and threw it directly at his face, "How about I give you a present in advance! Ah?"

Qin Yin looked coldly at the tie that had slipped from his face and had already been twisted into a hemp rope, and straightened his half-bent body. Seeing Zhao Yao's distraught face, he suddenly smiled, "This matter has nothing to do with it." My mother has nothing to do with it."

Zhao Yao became more agitated by his inexplicable laughter. He clenched his fist with his backhand and wanted to greet him in the face, but Qin Yin grabbed his wrist, and his expression remained unchanged, "Don't slap your face, Minger If your mother sees it early in the morning, you will be scolded again."

Zhao Yao scolded "fuck" and kicked his calf. He didn't know how much force he used. Anyway, he felt a numbness in his toes wearing slippers, but Qin Yin just trembled. The person is still standing firmly.

Possessed by Iron Man Wang Jinxi?Or the one who was blown up in the bunker?Really calm!

About Qin Yin's ability to hold his breath, Zhao Yao has learned it a long time ago, otherwise he would not have insisted on keeping silent at that time, if he hadn't known it himself, he probably would never have said it in his life.

"Don't be poor with me..." Zhao Yao looked at him angrily, his shoulders trembling slightly due to anger, "Why?"

"What why?" Qin Yin walked over to him and took a hair dryer out of the bathroom, Zhao Yao glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, and found that his left foot was not as detached as his right foot.

deserve it!Zhao Yao yelled in his heart, he knew that he should kick both feet, and told you to crawl tomorrow.

"Don't play tricks on me..." Zhao Yao followed in. Qin Yin had already turned on the windpipe and started blowing on his head. The sound was a bit noisy. Zhao Yao closed his eyes in great displeasure, and stretched out his hand to pull the plug out. Come down, "Answer my question, why? Why that?"

"Which one?" Qin Yin threw the blower aside, as if he had reached the limit of his patience with Zhao Yao's relentless questions, and pulled Zhao Yao's collar with his backhand and threw him against the washstand. Before he could react, he felt his earlobe being bitten lightly, followed by a sudden heat on his lips, but only for a second, when Zhao Yao lifted his foot and was about to kick another roundabout kick, Qin Yin let go of him and leaned on him lightly Close to his ear, he almost whispered and asked, "Is that so?"

"You fucking..." Zhao Yao was both ashamed and annoyed, he raised his hands from his side and instinctively wanted to push away the person who was half pressing him, cursing vulgar words in his mouth, after touching Qin Yin's fiery chest with his hands Shrunk back sharply.

Damn, this pervert!

Qin Yin seemed to be very dissatisfied with Zhao Yao's old saying about his mother. Zhao Yao had just opened his mouth and hadn't finished cursing. Qin Yin cut his half-shrunk hand behind his back, and the other hand pinched his chin from behind and forced him to Raising his head, Zhao Yao could clearly see from the half-length mirror in front of him that he was half-pressed on the table with a painful expression.

What the hell, is he here to collect debts? Why is the situation turned around now? !

Qin Yin pinched his chin and forced him to raise his head to look at himself in the mirror. He was so close to Zhao Yao that he almost felt ashamed. Zhao Yao greeted the eighteen generations of his ancestors one by one in his heart.

Qin Yin's lips were pressed against his ear, and his eyes looked at him from the mirror. The moment their eyes met, Qin Yin smiled, "I don't like people scolding my mother, especially you..."

When saying this, Qin Yin let go of the hand pinching his chin, and patted his face instead, "Don't keep doing things that make me angry, I'm so angry that I'm even afraid of myself."

"When I get angry, I can swallow people alive." Zhao Yao twisted his pinched wrist. Damn, I used to think that my body was a little thinner but I could accept it, but now I feel this thin Those with slender arms and legs are totally useless, "If you don't let me go, you will look good to me, believe it or not."

Qin Yin laughed lowly, as if he believed Zhao Yao's words, with a curious expression on his face, "You want to swallow me? How?"

He suddenly put a sticker on Zhao Yao's back, and Zhao Yao's whole body stiffened in a jerk, Qin Yin's slightly deep voice was wrapped in the warm wind and penetrated into his eardrums, "Swallow it with it? Huh?"

Zhao Yao felt that the heat rising from his face had burned himself. He scolded the heating in the room for being too high and scolded himself for being too useless. He could see the face of the person with the same face as him in the mirror. The gradually rising red was slowly spreading towards the neck, and he wished he could slam his head against the wall to death with his thoughts.

"You might as well give it a try." Zhao Yao raised his head after being silent, looking indifferently through the mirror at the face that was sticking to his neck while observing his own face.

Qin Yin's hand on his wrist loosened. Zhao Yao immediately pushed him away with his back and bounced him to the side. He looked at Qin Yin with vigilance all over his body. As long as he made another move, he would use his shadowless Kick him, kick him hard.

Qin Yin didn't do anything, instead he reconnected the hair dryer thrown aside by Zhao Yao, and started blowing on his own. Zhao Yao was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and was on guard all over his body. Mao stood aside and stared at the enemy stronger than himself.

Qin Yin didn't care about the hairstyle or not. He blew it randomly until his hair felt no dampness before putting away a few tubes. Looking back, he saw Zhao Yao who was still standing at the door, and he seemed surprised. His eyes seemed to be It's like asking "Does my hair look good when I blow it out?"

Zhao Yao glared at him and turned around and walked out. Qin Yin gave him a very strange feeling. It was strange that he couldn't put it into words. From being displeased at the beginning to becoming more and more pleasing to the eye in the end, and now returning to the displeased state, he It's almost crazy.

"You haven't lost your memory all this time, have you?" Qin Yin suddenly asked when Zhao Yao sat back on the small couch and rubbed his hair angrily.

Zhao Yao raised his head abruptly, this guy knew it from the beginning, so he acted in front of him for so long, and he is also cooperating with him in acting, but obviously he is new to the industry and can't even be considered a small star A newcomer, and he is already a actor-level figure.