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As the fast-paced music sounded, the audience boiled up.

"Ahh! What did I see!"

"Band! Su Chi formed a band!"

"Help! Half a month ago, I was an ancient boy, but today I have become the little prince of rock and roll. I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm completely gone!"

"Ahh Su Chi, I love you, my sister loves you so much!"

Su Chi skillfully plucked the strings with his fingertips, and hummed along with the accompaniment——

"I just met you, in the summer of my 20th birthday; I like the breath on your body, and the words you said to me.

I just met you, at the age when the years were flying; I heard you whisper beside me, saying that you would keep my secret. "

This was the song that Su Chi had promised Wen Yanting to sing to him. He decided to sing it to Uncle Wen on the final stage.

The stage lights were shining, reflecting in Su Chi's eyes, he couldn't see the audience clearly, and the continuous cheers pushed the song to climax after another.

At the end of the last chord, there was warm applause from the audience.

Su Chi bowed, the lights dimmed, he calmed down and looked down the stage.

In the middle of the first row, Liang Feng was holding a large light board with his name printed on it. His tall figure was particularly eye-catching, and he shouted his name excitedly.

"Papa Chi, I will always love you!"

"Papa Chi, I'm your lifelong fan!"

"Papa Chi is an eternal god!"

Su Chi raised the corners of his mouth at Liang Feng, and turned his gaze to the left. The seat reserved for him beside Liang Feng was empty, and Wen Yanting was not sitting there.

All the anticipation and excitement created before, this moment is like pouring clear water from the top in the twelfth lunar month of winter, which is icy cold.

Su Chi scanned the surroundings again, but did not see the expected figure.Like drinking a whole glass of sour unsweetened lemonade, he walked offstage with his guitar on his back. If Uncle Wen didn't come, what was the meaning of his singing.

Su Chi didn't want to mention it, but he just wasn't very happy.

Liang Feng had been waiting for him in the backstage for a long time, and he came up with a big bear hug: "Dad, you are so handsome, my son is proud of you!"

Su Chi couldn't push it away at all, and was almost suffocated by Liang Feng, "I'm going to suffocate to death, please let me go."

"If I don't, I won't. I want to hold my father for 1 years. I love my father!"

"Xiao Chi." A calm and familiar voice came from behind.

Liang Feng's hug also loosened with the sound.

"Uncle Wen, you're here!" Su Chi walked over, and the corners of his mouth that were raised just now pulled back within a few seconds, "You won't come until I've finished singing."

What's the use.

"I heard it." Wen Yanting rubbed his hair affectionately, "I like this song very much, thank you."

"Did you hear that?" Su Chi's eyes lit up.

"Heard it all, every word."

Wen Yanting specifically emphasized that it made Su Chi's face burn. He began to recall the content of the lyrics, wondering whether it was too straightforward, and whether it would be more appropriate to change it to family affection.

He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose, not daring to look into Wen Yanting's eyes.

"Who is this person?" Liang Feng yelled again, "Dad, why don't I know your friends?"

Only then did Su Chi realize that Liang Feng was still by his side, and he hurriedly introduced, "This is my friend Liang Feng, I sent you a photo."

Su Chi introduced to Liang Feng again, "This is my uncle, Wen Yanting."

"Where did you come from, uncle?"

At this moment, Su Chi firmly believed that having a straight boyfriend with a simple mind was an extremely annoying thing.

But it is difficult for him to explain his relationship with Wen Yanting. If Liang Feng finds out that Wen Yanting is his one-night stand, he will probably cry like hell again.

"Don't ask, let's go, let's go back to watch the show first."

Su Chi's thoughts were all on Wen Yanting, "Uncle Wen, let's go together."

"I still have work to do, call me when you're done, and I'll take you to dinner, okay?"

"No, Dad Chi, you have to have dinner with me after the game! I'm Dad's favorite son!" Liang Fengfei wanted to fan the flames beside him.

Su Chi: "..."

What's the use of this kind of son who can only be a light bulb.

"I have a dinner at school after the competition." Su Chi said truthfully that Professor Sun will also be there this time, and Su Chi cannot ask for leave.

"Ah? Papa Chi, you are like this again. You didn't want me last time, and now you don't want me again." Liang Feng was not reconciled, and complained on the spot.

Wen Yanting bowed slightly, leaned close to Su Chi's ear, and said softly, "Go and eat first, call me when it's almost over, and I'll pick you up."

Wen Yanting's voice was magnetic and pleasant, and it slowly poured in along Su Chi's auricle, and the warm breath touched his skin inadvertently, burning red and soft ears.

Su Chi's heart was pounding, he pursed his lips, and nodded to Wen Yanting.

Liang Feng was still chattering and complaining beside him, Su Chi's eyes fell on Wen Yanting's back without shifting the slightest bit, until the man in suit and leather shoes completely disappeared from his sight.

"Papa Chi, I don't care, you have to take me to barbecue next time, I want to eat barbecue!"

"Dad, did you hear me, I said I want to eat barbecue, barbecue!"

"Huh?" Su Chi came back to his senses, "Okay, next time."

Wen Yanting came out of the auditorium and walked to the car.

"How about it?"

The assistant handed over the computer, "Jiayue wants to drop one more point, but is willing to increase the order by ten percent."

"can."

The assistant is on another point computer and continues to host the video conference, "The next item is..."

An hour into the meeting, Wen Yanting received a WeChat message from Su Chi, which was a photo.

On the photo are trophies and certificates, which read, Talent Contest No.1, Best Original Song Award.

"Congratulations, you deserve it."

"Why aren't you in the picture?"

Su Xiaochi: "Does Uncle Wen want to see my photo?"

"Um."

Su Xiaochi: "I haven't taken a selfie before, and there are so many people now, it seems embarrassing to take pictures by myself at this time. /Shy"

"It's okay, I'll take pictures for you later."

On the other side of the venue, Su Chi saw Wen Yanting's last message, it was as urgent as frying oil.

Su Chi had never voluntarily watched a small adult movie, but Liang Feng and his classmates forced him to watch some in high school.

Uncle Wen didn't intend to shoot the kind, so exciting?

"Su Chi, let's go." The school arranged a car and took the contestants to dinner together.

"Oh, right away."

He bowed his head back to the message.

"Then you have to wait until there is no one to take pictures. /Shy"

Uncle Wen: "Okay."

The contestants got on the school bus and came to a Sichuan restaurant. Su Chi sat next to Professor Sun.

Su Chi's performance today made Professor Sun very happy. When the old man is happy, he likes to drink two more glasses. With Su Chi by his side, it is inevitable that he also drank some.

Su Chi himself is not strong enough to drink, after a few glasses of white wine, he has already started to feel dizzy,

Professor Sun was still laughing beside him, "Little Chi, after your performance, it is estimated that many agencies will come to sign you. The teacher is reluctant to part with you."

Su Chi just wanted to be an original musician, and never thought about being a traffic artist, "Then I won't sign, I just follow you."

"No way, why am I willing to stay by my side, I hope you can be seen by more people."

Su Chi became more and more dizzy, and Professor Sun kept urging him in his ear.The professor told him to take a long-term view and not be fooled by superficial petty fame and fortune.Let him put improving his own ability in the most important position, don't blindly follow the trend for fame and traffic, and create valuable works.

Su Chi listened to some, but didn't listen to others, just nodded in trance.

After toasting Professor Sun with another glass of wine, he received a message from Wen Yanting.

Uncle Wen: "I'll wait for you at the gate of the hotel, don't worry."

Su Chi was so drunk that he couldn't see the keypad on his phone, so he simply sent a voice message, "I'll be right there."

Su Chi only greeted Professor Sun, and left the banquet early. He was in a hurry to leave, and his steps were unsteady.

A passing classmate stopped him, "Su Chi, are you okay? Why don't you ask your roommate to come pick you up?"

Su Chi's face became hot, and he shook his head, "It's fine."

His Uncle Wen will come to pick him up.

Su Chi came out staggeringly, even though the alcohol blurred his vision, he saw Wen Yanting standing at the entrance of the restaurant.

The man in front of him made his heart bubbling, excited like boiling a pot.

Uncle Wen is really handsome, even if he stands there doing nothing, he is very attractive.

Wen Yanting took two quick steps to come to him, and supported him, "Have you been drinking?"

"En." The evening wind in early winter brushed Su Chi's eye sockets, and his red eyes looked at him, "Isn't it possible?"

Wen Yanting's heart fluttered slightly, he grabbed Su Chi's slender wrist and gently pulled, and the whole person crashed into his arms.

Wen Yanting put his arms around him and said softly, "Yes."

Su Chi wrapped his arms around Wen Yanting's neck, and rubbed the tip of his nose into his neck, "Uncle Wen is the best."

Wen Yanting rubbed the end of his hair, "Let's go, let's go back."

"Where are you going?" Su Chi asked without moving, and raised his jaw against his arms.

"hotel."

"Sleeping with Uncle Wen?"

Wen Yanting paused for half a second, then smiled lightly and said, "Is it possible?"

"Yeah." Su Chi thought about it, "Do you want to take a picture of me now?"

Wen Yanting hugged him again to prevent Su Chi from falling, "Not yet."

"Why?" Su Chi sniffed, his eyes full of grievances, "Uncle Wen regretted it and didn't want to take pictures of me anymore."

The hot air from Wen Yanting's mouth sprayed on Su Chi's ears, "Didn't you say that you will take pictures when it's just the two of us?"

"Oh." Su Chi's head was in a daze, "Yes."

The two walked into the hotel room one after the other. Su Chi was thinking about that, and couldn't wait to take out his phone and ask Wen Yanting to take a picture of him.

There was only a dim yellow bedside lamp lit in the room, and the thick pleated curtains cast Su Chi's blue-gray shadow.

Just after two photos were taken, Su Chi started to unbutton his jacket. When Wen Yanting noticed after reading the photo record, most of Su Chi's buttons had been unbuttoned, and the delicate skin on his chest was faintly visible under the warm light.

Wen Yanting's throat tightened, and he pressed his hand first: "What are you going to do?"

"Take a picture."

Due to drunkenness, Su Chi's whole body was translucent pink, and the strong smell of alcohol sprayed all over Wen Yanting's body.

"Uncle Wen, don't you know that kind of provocative photos? This and that, and that and that." Su Chi spoke in a dazed manner.

Wen Yanting pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly, and couldn't help wondering what this little simple man had secretly learned.

"You don't have to take it off, that's all."

"Okay then." Su Chi was obviously dissatisfied with this level of stimulation, but he didn't insist anymore, he just pulled the collar out again, "Is this okay, Uncle Wen?"

"Yes." Wen Yanting rolled his throat slightly, took out his mobile phone, and only took a picture.

He immediately sent the unobtrusive single-person photo in Su Chi's phone to his phone, "I took this photo today."

After taking pictures, Su Chi turned around and lay down on the bed in big characters, "I'm so tired, but I still have to take a shower, so annoying."

Wen Yanting put the "stimulating" photo of Su Chi into the private album, "Do you need me to wash it for you?"

Su Chi turned over to protect his chest, blushing and angry, "No, you can't peek, I want to wash myself."

"Okay." Wen Yanting picked him up by the waist and sent him to the bathroom.

Wen Yanting turned on the water in the bathtub and adjusted the temperature.

The steamy and damp light in the bathroom reflected Su Chi's eyes pitifully.

"Do you need my help to undress?"

"No need, I can do it myself." Su Chi pushed Wen Yanting out of the door, "Go out, don't peek."

"Okay, call me if you need something."

Wen Yanting closed the bathroom door as promised, Su Chi seemed to have drunk a lot, Wen Yanting was worried that something would happen to him, so he guarded the door for a while, and only felt relieved when he heard the sound of water.

Wen Yanting came to the table, took a sip of champagne, glanced at the bathroom from time to time, to make sure that there was always movement in it before rest assured.

"Ugh...it hurts!" About 10 minutes later, Su Chi's voice came from the bathroom.

Wen Yanting hastily put down his wine glass and pushed open the bathroom door, only to see Su Chi curled up in the bathtub naked, with his hands covering his left knee, his eyes filled with tears.

"What's wrong?" Wen Yanting looked panicked.

"It hurts, I hit it." Su Chi's tone was wet and sticky with the sound of water.

Wen Yanting gently peeled off Su Chi's covered knee, there was a small red mark on it, which should have been left by accidentally hitting the inner wall of the bathtub.

Wen Yanting felt relieved a little, he took out a dry bath towel, wrapped it around Su Chi's body, and was about to take him out.

Su Chi pushed him away and refused to hug him, "I haven't finished taking a shower yet, it's dirty."

Wen Yanting was dumbfounded by him, "What do you want?"

"bath."

Wen Yanting gently supported Su Chi's calf, put his other hand on the hollow of his knee, and carefully rotated around.After confirming that there was no problem with his knee, he carefully put Su Chi's leg into the bathtub, and added some hot water for him, "You wash it, call me if you need anything."

"Where are you going?" Su Chi grabbed his cuff.

"Waiting for you to take a shower outside." To Wen Yanting, Su Chi's eyes always had an unexplainable allure.

"But I'm so tired from taking a bath by myself." Su Chi squatted in the bathtub, hugging his knees with his naked body.

Wen Yanting lost his temper at what he said, turned around and bent down, supported the edge of the bathtub with one hand, and hooked his chin with the other, "Say, what should I do?"

"Can you wash me up?"

In Wen Yanting's eyes, Xiaochun's unreasonable troubles when he was drunk only left a hint of coquettishness, "Okay."

Wen Yanting took off his suit jacket and tie, rolled up his shirt cuffs to his elbows, and tested the water temperature.

Su Chi took the bath towel that wrapped his body just now to protect his chest, and looked at Wen Yanting tremblingly, "But, what if Uncle Wen sees everything?"

"I haven't seen where you are, do you still care to watch it again?"

"That's right." Su Chi suddenly understood, threw the towel away, and was no longer as shy as before.

Wen Yanting took out the bath towel that Su Chi had thrown aside, took some shampoo, poured it into the palm of his hand, and rubbed it into lather, "I'm going to start washing my hair."

"Okay." Su Chi sat up straight, waiting for the other party to wash.

Wen Yanting's hand was gentle, and the comfortable Su Chi closed his eyes slightly, half asleep and half awake.

"Close your eyes, I'm going to flush."

"Yeah." Su Chi was obedient and obedient, "Hair needs to be washed twice before it's clean."

"Okay." After rinsing, Wen Yanting took some more foam.

Su Chi felt comfortable and satisfied, "Can I also use the bath lotion twice?"

"Okay." Wen Yanting rinsed his hair and went to squeeze the bath liquid.

Su Chi hugged his legs and pointed down, "This place should also be cleaned, and boys must be hygienic."

"it is good."

"And here."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The two of them tossed about in the bathroom for half an hour before Wen Yanting wrapped Su Chi in his nightgown and carried him back to the bed.

After arriving on the bed, Wen Yanting had already let go, but there was still a sticky spirit hanging around his neck that refused to let go.

"Xiao Chi, let go." Wen Yanting patted his forearm lightly.

"I don't want it." Su Chi hugged him even tighter.

"I'll help you look at your legs first before hugging." Wen Yanting coaxed him.

"Alright then." Su Chi let go as he said.

Wen Yanting hugged Su Chi sideways into the bed, and now only the lower legs were hanging under the bed, and the knees were just hanging by the side of the bed.

Wen Yanting's clean shirt was already stained with water, the thin, pure-colored fabric clearly showed his figure, and the cuffs were still rolled up at the elbows before they could be put down.He half-kneeled on the pure white soft carpet of the hotel, and gently touched Su Chi's knee through the bathrobe.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It hurts." A sticky voice came out, and Su Chi's eye sockets also turned red.

Su Chi was on the thin side, and the hotel's one-size-fits-all bathrobe was worn loosely on him. The collar was slightly off, and the shadow of the collarbone fell on the neckline.

Wen Yanting lifted the left half of his nightgown, revealing his reddened knees, with the clear citrus aroma of hotel bath liquid on them.

Su Chi's legs were as translucent and white as the skin on his face, and his calves were thin and long, with very little clean body hair on them.

Wen Yanting's lips moved close to his knees, blew lightly on the red marks, and looked up at him, "If it hurts, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, Uncle Wen just blow it off."

Wen Yanting's mind trembled slightly, he lowered his head and blew twice more.

Su Chi's feet hanging on the edge of the bed were dishonest, swaying forward every now and then, every time he could catch Wen Yanting's hot and humid chest.

Wen Yanting was a little annoyed by him, subconsciously grabbed Su Chi's ankle, brushed the tip of his tongue across the corner of his mouth, lowered his head and kissed Su Chi's knee slowly.

"Hmm..." Su Chi whispered, his body trembling, accompanied by the dim and ambiguous light in the room.

"Sorry." Wen Yanting let go of Su Chi's ankle, and put his palm on the bed, "You don't like it, I won't do this in the future."

Su Chi shook his head, and touched Wen Yanting's knuckles stuck to the bedside, "There is nothing I don't like."

I promised you to kiss before, but I didn't know that I would kiss here.

Su Chi's legs were unconsciously brought together, "Then... you can kiss again."

When Wen Yanting came out of the shower, Su Chi was burying himself between two feather pillows, sleeping soundly.

Wen Yanting lifted the quilt and lay down, hugged Su Chi back to the pillow, and covered him with the quilt.

He stretched his arms and moved closer to Su Chi, gently twirling the end of his hair with his fingertips, and left a kiss on the pinna, "Good night, my little Chi."

Wen Yanting turned off the bedside lamp and lay back on the bed, a large ball of warmth crashed into his arms.

The person in front of him was like a soft kitten, with his hands on his chest and his forehead resting on his chest.

Wen Yanting put his arms around the back of Su Chi's neck, and subconsciously twirled his soft hair, "I transferred the company's business here temporarily."

"Hmm..." Su Chi arched forward, and the warm breath sprayed on Wen Yanting's heart, and the breath was stuffy.

"Want to live with me?"

"Living together?" Su Chi's alcoholic strength subsided a little, but he was still dizzy because he was too sleepy.

"Well, living together."

Su Chi raised his head to look at Wen Yanting, lowered his eyelashes, "Yes."

The author has something to say: live together without shame~

The next chapter is Chapter V~

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"The Poisonous Tongue is a Little Stutter [Rebirth]" Advance Acceptance Copywriting

Song Zhi is known as the most poisonous tongue in domestic entertainment, her acting skills are not good, and she has a lot of black fans.

With a face and the backing of a rich husband, she dominates the top ranks in the entertainment industry.

An amateur love variety show invited Song Zhi as a guest.

The number one bachelor: "Although I am poor, I can give her sincere love."

Song Zhi: "What do you give me? Mouth?"

Bachelor No. [-]: "The girls I like are always poor at expressing themselves."

Song Zhi: "Don't think too much, she just doesn't care about you."

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One day, Song Zhi was complaining about the [-]th line who was worse than his acting skills,

My husband, whom I hadn't seen for nearly two years, came home suddenly.

Song Zhi stood up in fright, and put her hands behind her back, "You, you, come back."

The little poisonous tongue has a secret, he stutters whenever he sees her husband.

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In fact, his marriage to Yan Huai was just an agreement.

Two years after their marriage, Song Zhi and Zhan Weiwei said, "I, I want a divorce."

Without saying a word, Yan Huai threw him on the bed.

After one night, Yan Huai squeezed his chin, "Do you still dare to leave?"

Song Zhi's fair shoulders were covered with red marks, she bit her lip and shook her head,

"No, I dare not."

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Song Zhi and her husband appear on the variety show of marriage and love.

Barrage area:

On the first day, you little poisonous tongue, didn't you hate the sky and the air?How about pretending to stutter in front of your husband?

On the third day, my husband walked away, stuttering and blushing, don't bully him!

On the fifth day, little stutterer is not allowed to act like a baby with your husband, hurry up and piss him off!

On the Nth day, woo woo woo is so sweet, I have to watch my husband hug and hold each other and stammer every day.

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No one knew that Song Zhi had a crush on her neighbor's brother Yan Huai for many years.

After rebirth, he tried his best to marry Yan Huai,

I just hope that Yan Huai can survive and not die again.

Song Zhi didn't know that Yan Huai wasn't drunk at all that night two years ago.

His only wish after rebirth is to protect his little stammer forever.

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