Isn't it good to get married before dumping?

Wen Yuan turned his back to Zhou Jianan and lifted his shirt.

Allergic.

"Why are you allergic again..." Wen Yuan was annoyed, he found that the frequency of his allergies was too high recently, and he felt a little guilty when he saw the lines of Sichuan characters squeezed out between Zhou Jianan's eyebrows.

Zhou Jianan took a closer look, the allergy this time was different from the last time on his arm, this time it was pale pink plaques, and the distribution was very sparse.

He took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and showed it to Wen Yuan: "Have you ever had this kind of allergic symptom before?"

When Wen Yuan saw the picture, his emotions suddenly turned down: "There is..."

"For what reason?"

Wen Yuan: "The decoration dust is in my mother's factory."

"What are you doing in the factory?"

Because of Wen Yuan's allergy-prone constitution, Wen Yuan's mother's company mainly produces packaging paper shells, and the dust concentration is high, so he is never allowed to go to the factory.

"Go and have a look." Wen Yuan said, and then put down his clothes, avoiding Zhou Jianan's sight: "I'll take a bath, and then apply ointment."

It is estimated that the allergies were caused by going to the building materials market today, the environment is not very good, and carrying the materials for a while.

Not too much feeling, no pain, just a little itchy.

Wen Yuan went to the bathroom to take a shower, and threw the clothes he wore today into the washing machine.

When looking at his back in the mirror, Wen Yuan realized that he was already so thin.He hasn't weighed himself for a long time, and he always wears thick clothes since autumn, so he didn't notice this at all.

"What's going on." Wen Yuan sighed heavily, he didn't want Zhou Jianan to think that he was a very troublesome person.

When he came out, Zhou Jianan was already in the bedroom, changing the bedding.

"Why don't you go to Beihai?" Zhou Jianan shook the quilt neatly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Jianan: "With your body, I'm afraid you won't be able to take it if the schedule is too heavy."

Although the environment in Beihai is good, but because of the subject matter, the shooting environment is not good, and we can't take care of Wen Yuan all the time, so it's even more worrying to keep him in the hotel. Instead of this, it's better to let Wen Yuan stay in Shanghai, at least he Familiar places, the big deal is to find time to come back twice more.

Wen Yuan felt that Zhou Jianan must have felt that he was in trouble, filming was not easy, and it would definitely be very distracting to bring along a person who was sick every day.

"Okay, then I'm in Shanghai."

In the middle of the night, Wen Yuan lay motionless on the bed, unable to fall asleep, but he was afraid that any movement would disturb Zhou Jianan, so he fell asleep breathing evenly within one meter of himself.

Is it really the right decision to marry Zhou Jianan?For Zhou Canaan or for himself.

When he was lying down and his waist was sore, Wen Yuan heard the person beside him gently lift off the quilt and get off the bed lightly.

Zhou Jianan didn't turn on the light, and Wen Yuan could see Zhou Jianan pick up the mobile phone by the bedside under the weak natural light, and then leaned over.

Wen Yuan quickly closed his eyes.

Then Zhou Canaan went out.

Wen Yuan didn't want to spy on all of Zhou Canaan's desires, but tonight he got up and got out of bed involuntarily, and gently opened the bedroom door.

Looking down from the gap of the spiral staircase, you can see that the small lights on the balcony are turned on, and Zhou Jianan is lying on the railing, with a cigarette between the knuckle fingers of his right hand.

Wen Yuan didn't know that Zhou Jianan smoked, it was the first time he saw it.

The thin corners of the clothes were blown up by the wind and filled the whole jacket, making the 1.8 meter tall man look as fragile as a reed in the winter.

Zhou Jianan took one after another, Wen Yuan looked at it for a while, then returned to the bedroom, took out the small box containing the medicine from his suitcase, found sleeping pills, and took two pills.

Soon there were pajamas, and Zhou Jianan felt dimly that Zhou Jianan came back with a whole body of air-conditioning, and sat motionless by the bed.

Wen Yuan turned over, turned his back to Zhou Jianan, and then felt that Zhou Jianan got into the quilt and moved behind him, without touching him, but Wen Yuan knew that he was very close.

For the next two days, Zhou Canaan had things to do, and Wen Yuan nestled in his workshop making things. Recently, there was a drama that became popular, and Wen Yuan received many orders, all of which were to make Q-version soft clay dolls for the protagonist in the play.

The day before yesterday, I received a bold request to customize the main characters of the whole play, and the asking price was also very high. Wen Yuan thought that he would not go to Beihai anyway, so he accepted the order.

For Wen Yuan, the hands-on process is not difficult, but what is difficult is how to rationally apply the various requirements of the customer when placing an order to his works.

To this end, he started watching dramas.

The theme of Xianxia, ​​the special effects are good, the male lead is handsome, the female lead is beautiful, and the second male lead is even more domineering.

It's just that there are too few leading actresses.

The male host is in charge, the male second comes out to make trouble, the male lead is in trouble, the male second comes out to help, the male lead is blamed by the master, the male second replaces his master's wine with vinegar.

Just as Wen Yuan was enjoying watching, Zhou Jianan and Waiwai came back.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Jianan took off his hat and sunglasses, and walked to the sofa.

Wen Yuan pointed to the iPad, watching a drama.

Wai Wai put down the things in his hands, poured a glass of water to drink, and walked over while drinking.

"Ah, brother Xiaoyuan, you're actually chasing after this!"

Wen Yuan looked up at him, what's wrong with this?

Wai Wai: "Isn't it so sweet?! I really couldn't help my aunt laughing when I saw it. Brother Canaan was sleeping in the car today. I didn't dare to laugh. My stomach hurts hahaha."

"Sweet...?" Wen Yuan was puzzled.

"Isn't it sweet?" Wai Wai asked back.

Zhou Jianan next to him seemed to have seen something, and watched the show with suffocation.

Wen Yuan: "The heroine doesn't have much role in the show. Every time she appears, she is either kidnapped or causes trouble."

"Heroine?" Wai Wai didn't understand the situation, and after thinking about it for a while, she suddenly realized~ "This is a Dangai drama, Brother Xiao Yuan."

Wen Yuan asked what is Dangai drama.

"It's a TV series adapted from a Tanmei novel." Zhou Jianan replied.

Wen Yuan was greatly shocked: "So... these are two men dating?"

Although same-sex marriage has been legal for more than a year, the censorship of film and television works of this type of subject is still strict. They cannot be starred or shown in theaters, and expressions of emotion cannot be too straightforward.

Wen Yuan rarely watches domestic dramas, doesn't chase stars, deliberately doesn't pay attention to the news of the entertainment industry, and knows little about the current film and television market.

Click on the synopsis of the play, and it says impressively: It tells about the same-sex love between xxx and xxx that has spanned thousands of years and entangled two generations.

"Does it look good, brother Yuan?"

Wen Yuan could only say that it looked good.

Wai Wai: "The script was also handed over to Brother Canaan at the time, but he never took on non-star dramas. In the past two years, he has also focused on movies, and he has acted in movies with same-sex themes."

Wen Yuan hadn't watched that movie, and it wasn't released in mainland China, but it won an award at an international film festival. Wen Yuan looked for resources, but he didn't click to watch it for a long time.

"Maybe in two years this kind of theme will be screened in China." Wen Yuan looked at Zhou Jianan.

Zhou Jianan: "No more acting."

Wai Wai and Wen Yuan asked in unison: "Why?"

Zhou Jianan put one hand into his pocket: "It's inconvenient to be married."

"Huh..." Wai Wai was disgusted, feeling like he had eaten dog food.

Wen Yuan just smiled, he knew that Zhou Jianan was just joking, he is a professional actor, naturally he would not give up a good script for this reason.

In order to be able to enter the group in a better state, Zhou Jianan basically read the script and recited the lines when he had time at home.With the help of Wai Wai, Wen Yuan better understood the order placed by the wealthy client, and preliminarily determined the characteristics of all the roles to be made.

It was past eleven o'clock when Wen Yuan finished drawing the sketch, and when he returned to the bedroom, Zhou Jianan had already washed up and was leaning on the bedside to read the script.

Wen Yuan hurriedly finished washing, and after simple skin care, he applied ointment to his back with his backhand.The allergic symptoms were basically gone, Wen Yuan decided to apply it for the last night.

"come over."

Wen Yuan turned his head and confirmed that Zhou Jianan was talking to him.

"I'll paint it for you, and it's also under the waist, but you didn't get it." Zhou Jianan said.

Wen Yuan said, "Oh."

Didn't you think you were reading the script?

But he still took the ointment and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up his pajamas.

Zhou Jianan's body temperature has always been higher than Wen Yuan's, especially the temperature of his hands. When he gently massaged Wen Yuan's back, Wen Yuan even felt that the absorption was faster.

"I made an appointment with a dermatologist and will take you to see it tomorrow."

"where is it?"

Zhou Jianan mentioned the names of hospitals and experts.

Wen Yuan didn't know him, so he just said yes.

"I'm going to Beihai this time, and it will take at least a month before I can come back."

Wen Yuan said: "Then you take care of your body."

Zhou Jianan didn't speak, and after applying the ointment, he said slowly, "It's all gone."

"Yeah, I don't feel any more." Wen Yuan replied, putting down his clothes.

Since Wen Yuan was completely unprepared, when Zhou Jianan's hand came in from under the hem of his clothes, he shrank back a little in fright.

"Canaan..."

Zhou Jianan pushed his arms forward vigorously, and pulled Wen Yuan into his arms.

Wen Yuan leaned against Zhou Jianan's chest, both of them were wearing autumn style pajamas, two thin layers of fabric could not block the blazing body temperature of an adult man at all.

The feeling of being pressed by a hard object below made Wen Yuan's heart beat faster, and his hands unconsciously covered Zhou Canaan's hands around his waist.

He didn't expect those two sentences to mean this.

But it's not the first time, besides, they're all married, it's normal to have needs, Wen Yuan felt Zhou Jianan's breathing getting heavier and heavier in his ears.

"Shall I go clean it first?"

"it is good."

……

Compared with the drunken dry fire last time, the lingering and sentimental, this time the process can be said to be complete, but respectful.

Wen Yuan is forbearing, Zhou Jianan is also forbearing.

But when the lights are turned off, no one knows.

Considering Wen Yuan's poor health recently, Zhou Jianan didn't dare to act presumptuously.

Wen Yuan was so tired that his eyelids were twitching, but he was still talking about me going to wash it, and he fell asleep within 2 minutes.Zhou Jianan sweated a lot, first went to get a clean wet towel to clean up Wen Yuan's body, put on his pants, and then went to take a shower by himself.

The intimacy made Zhou Jianan excited, and accidentally ran into Wen Yuan when he came back to the bed.

Wen Yuan flinched reflexively, turned his back to Zhou Jianan.

Zhou Jianan was not annoyed either, he lay on his side and looked at Wen Yuan's back, stretched out his hand, but didn't touch Wen Yuan, and comforted Wen Yuan's shoulders back and forth with a distance of five centimeters.

"good night."

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I worked overtime until 9 o’clock today, I’m late, my dears qwq