Blooming on the ground

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After having a round of drinking with Gao Linyuan, Fang Mufeng stayed with him for a while. After drinking too much, he sat on a chair laxly, staring at the wine and wine in the banquet in a daze.

It's not that he has never been in the entertainment industry, and he knows that unspoken rules are a huge category. It is unspoken rules to dress well and speak beautifully when eating with the boss, and it is the same to trade his body for resources.Whether they like it or not, the so-called celebrities are just noble window products on the surface, and now that they have entered this eccentric Vanity Fair, they are waiting for Yan Huanchao to set a price for him.

After an unknown amount of time, someone reached out and pushed his shoulder: "Can you get up?"

About three or four seconds later, Fang Mufeng turned his head slowly and glanced in the direction of the voice, it was Yan Huanchao.

Cheng Min was unsurprisingly drunk, Yan Huanchao asked Xuan Nian to send him back first, and stayed behind to send Fang Mufeng, who also seemed to be quite drunk.

"It's late, I'll take you back." Yan Huanchao said.

Fang Mufeng stared at him without blinking, without any intention of getting up, as if he couldn't understand what he was saying.

Yan Huanchao sat down opposite him, patiently waiting for his reaction, and his voice became very soft: "What are you looking at?"

Fang Mufeng was dazzled by the alcohol, and his mind was not so clear. He put his side face against the back of the chair, and his speech became a little slurred: "Why did you save me? Why did you change my manager? Why did you change my manager? Recommend me to act in this movie?"

These few stones were suddenly thrown over, but failed to arouse any change in Yan Huanchao's face, still calm, he threw the question back: "What do you think?"

There are old foxes all over the place who won't tell the truth, one by one is more cunning than the other.

The corner of Fang Mufeng's mouth raised a sneer, and he didn't bother to beat around the bush anymore. His slender fingers drew an arc between himself and Yan Huanchao: "You—want—to—me."

He omitted even the questioning tone.

"I like you quite a bit, but not only on a sexual level." Yan Huanchao actually laughed when he heard the words, and he frankly admitted to tell the truth, "There is such a shameful scandal about Xing, it will be a matter of time to rectify it. You fight for this movie yourself, if you don’t perform well, the director has the right to replace you, and how high you can climb in the future depends on your accomplishments.”

This man's eyelashes are slender and thick, reflecting a pair of naturally affectionate eyes. No matter who he looks at, there is always an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.Even if he shamelessly admits that his opponent Mu Feng's plot is wrong at this moment, he also admits the way that is manipulating him behind the scenes.

Fang Mufeng took a deep breath, and smiled again when he saw Yan Huanchao, his eyes did not hide the hint of teasing: "As long as you don't want to sell, no one can force you, or do you think that the only thing you can be admired is this pretty face. Are you that unsure of yourself?"

"I want to go back." Fang Mufeng frowned, and after saying this, he got up and walked to the door, not wanting to stay alone with Yan Huanchao any longer.

In his previous life, Yan Jingshan took care of him, but in this life, Yan Huanchao wanted to rule him out.No, maybe the other party also had thoughts in the previous life, but it was just that he had no chance to realize it - anyway, he couldn't escape the bad relationship with this pair of uncles and nephews.

After the accidental rebirth, Fang Mufeng was convinced that he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, but he loved and hated deeply in his previous life, and it doesn't mean that he can forget it completely.The accumulated memories and feelings are placed in his heart, too heavy, banging against his chest, and the scary echo will disturb his night dreams from time to time.

Fang Mufeng became more and more uncomfortable in the car. He turned his head and looked out the car window. The world was brightly lit, but his heart was dark and deep.

He drank a lot, and he had to be supported when he walked. In addition, it was already early in the morning, and if he went out rashly, he would only be photographed by reporters and make a big fuss. In the end, he had to get into Yan Huanchao's car.

The black Bentley ran all the way to the suburbs, turned around for half an hour, and entered a high-end villa area, which was the place where he woke up after his rebirth.

The car stopped, and he refused to get out of the car for a long time.

Yan Huanchao opened the car door and looked at him condescendingly: "I live far away, I will settle down here tonight, and I will send you back to the set tomorrow."

"No, I said I want to go back." Fang Mufeng was covered in the smell of alcohol and filth, and there was also resentment in his heart.His head was already unable to think about the problem, and he was dizzy, but he only remembered to fight against Yan Huanchao.

Yan Huanchao only thought that Fang Mufeng was drunk, reached out to unbuckle his seat belt, and pulled his wrist, but Fang Mufeng suddenly pushed him away like crazy, and shouted: "Don't touch me!"

This sound was full of obvious resistance and disgust. Zhao Qing, who was in the driver's seat, had always restrained himself and never cared about things that he should not take care of. At this moment, he was so shocked that he couldn't help but look back.

Yan Huanchao didn't take it seriously, and squatted in front of the car door to look at Fang Mufeng: "What I want is your love, and I will neither take advantage of others' dangers nor force others into difficulties."

But Fang Mufeng ignored his words, and still said to himself stubbornly: "I said I want to go back, I disgust you! You and Chen Yi who drugged me, and Ying Xiang Bing who wanted to rape me What's the difference? Hypocrite!"

His flames burned hotter and hotter, and his words became louder and louder. Zhao Qing, the third person present, was breaking out in a cold sweat.He has been following Yan Huanchao not long after his debut, and he has never seen anyone who dared to say such harsh words to Yan Huanchao.

Yan Huanchao remained calm, and asked repeatedly word by word: "Are you sure you don't want to get out of the car?"

Fang Mufeng stared directly at Yan Huanchao with scorching eyes, with an annoying stubborn temper from his eyes to his hair, making it clear that he wanted to use alcohol to commit "violence", and lingered on the car seat.

But he couldn't hold on to the end, this posture didn't last for more than three seconds, Yan Huanchao suddenly picked him up in the air, and strode towards the villa - Fang Mufeng didn't have time to react, his whole body was like a heavy shell sank to the bottom.

This day, he was carried out of the car and thrown directly into the outdoor swimming pool.

The warm water hit him from all directions, almost damaging his retina and eardrums. He shouted instinctively, but he choked on a big mouthful of water.After several struggles, he floated up from the surface of the water, lying on the edge of the pool, gasping for breath.

"Wake up." Yan Huanchao's voice seemed to come from the shore, and Fang Mufeng's ears were filled with water and he couldn't hear it clearly.

The chest was bumped again, and there was that terrible echo again.The emotions accumulated to the peak, and the depression was driving him crazy, and finally the volcano erupted at this moment.He suddenly frantically tore off the clothes on his body, as if he was pulling himself.

Emotions became more and more unrestrained like a flood, he yelled without any scruples, slammed the water surface to stir up water columns, and was about to vent all the resentment, unwillingness and unhappiness in his heart.

Yan Huanchao watched blankly by the pool, occasionally getting a word or two from the little lunatic's scolding.

Calling him an old fox for being indiscreet, calling him old and disrespectful is not a good word anyway.

Zhao Qingyi had never seen this battle before, he hesitated for a while, and then stepped forward to test: "Mr. Yan?"

He thought he was quite familiar with Yan Huanchao's temperament and life, but he was rarely sure what the other party meant.

Yan Huanchao looked at Fang Mufeng who was still going crazy, and dismissed his assistant in a flat tone, letting him make trouble.

I don't know how long he scolded himself, but Fang Mufeng finally got tired and stopped making trouble.

Even though the water in the constant temperature swimming pool is warm, it is still deep winter outside after all.He was exposed to the extreme cold in the middle of the night with his bare upper body, shivering from the cold, and had no strength to struggle when Yan Huanchao pulled him ashore and picked him up.

Yan Huanchao picked up the drenched and well-behaved little madman and strode into the villa, went upstairs to the bathroom of the master bedroom, and carried him into the bathtub.

Fang Mufeng only had a pair of pants left on his body, which was uncomfortable to stick to his body. He took the last bit of strength off his body and tried to take it off. He was extremely tired, so he lay naked on the edge of the bathtub and dozed off.

In the haze, he suddenly smelled a perfume mixed with the smell of wine, and after a while, he felt himself soaked in a tank of moderate temperature water, with one hand rubbing his hair.

His eyes were still so painful that he couldn't open them. Fang Mufeng still remembered the uncomfortable feeling that his retinas were about to fall off when he plunged into the swimming pool. He snorted from his nose: "It hurts..."

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Yan Huanchao said in a soft tone, just like the gentle movements of his hands, brushing the wet hair on Fang Mufeng's forehead behind his head with one hand, and drying the water on his hair and eyes with a towel, "you can open your eyes." eyes."

A bunch of orange lights above his head shone down. Fang Mufeng opened his wet eyes and looked at the man in front of him silently. There is a fragile sense of weakness.

Because it resembled the face in front of him, Fang Mufeng had obtained a lot, but it was a beautiful and illusory bubble after all.When he walked into the secret basement of the villa and found countless portraits of this face, he realized that Yan Jingshan's affectionate eyes were not looking at him.

In fact, in this love and hate, no one can be regarded as a real villain.Yan Jingshan has no reason to deceive anyone's feelings, but he can't bear the pain of not being able to transgress ethics to get his uncle all his life, and urgently needs to find someone to fill in the vacancy.

It's just that the love he gave was too real, too much, and in the end he ruthlessly confiscated it without any nostalgia, which made Fang Mufeng, who lacked love, so brooding.

Why can he only be someone's substitute?Why can't he be loved just as Fang Mufeng?Why Yan Jingshan doesn't love him anymore, and why is he still struggling with these issues endlessly here?

As for Yan Huanchao, he seems to be the source of everything, but others love him, admire him, and love him, so why should he be with him.

In the final analysis, it was himself who was not qualified to take it up, and it was himself who couldn't let it go now.

Fang Mufeng lowered his gaze, with a visibly slumped face, thinking of something messy again.

Yan Huanchao pinched his chin and said in a deep voice, "What are you thinking?"

Fang Mufeng was forced to look up at the other party, with an aggrieved expression, and suddenly asked after a long look at each other: "Do you think I am very pitiful? I need your help?"

When Yan Huanchao heard his question, he didn't say anything, he just frowned and looked at him, with many complicated and difficult emotions hidden in his deep eyes.

Fang Mufeng intuitively felt that this question might displease him, but he had no intention of thinking about the reason, and he didn't expect the answer after asking.He arched his upper body, showing his smooth and delicate back, and then buried his face on the edge of the bathtub.The tall man curled up like a wet kitten in the corner, helpless and frightened.

Someone raised his hand and rubbed his hair and the back of his neck.

He should have shown his claws and taught the man a lesson.But he just closed his eyes wearily and acquiesced.

Almost no one has done this to him before. The last time he did it was Yan Jingshan.Just when he was about to fall asleep, Yan Jingshan reached out and touched his head, and said good night in a voice as thin as a mosquito's moan.

Knowing that it was nothing more than an ordinary intimacy, something in Fang Mufeng's heart still trembled.

He thinks he is invulnerable, who knows that when he is weak, he will be defeated like a mountain, and sometimes people are often defeated at the point that they are most proud of.

It is the countless moments like this that seem to be uncontrollable, which make him unable to let go of the six years of wrongly paying infatuation all at once.