Blooming on the ground

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After delivering Min, Zhao Qingyi asked Yan Huanchao if he should go back directly.

At that time, Yan Huanchao was resting on the seat with his eyes closed, while Fang Mufeng quietly lay on his lap, allowing Yan Huanchao to stroke and pat him along his hair, neck, and back.

Fang Mufeng didn't bother to hide the fact that no one else was there, so he lay back and felt as comfortable as possible.

Xu Shi had a whim today, and the big boss gave a surprising answer, he said, go to Mu Feng's house.

Fang Mufeng was slightly surprised, and looked up at Yan Huanchao, who also opened his eyes and looked down at this moment, and asked Fang Mufeng, "You don't like it?"

"No," Fang Mufeng shook his head, "The humble house is simple, I'm afraid it won't be able to receive Teacher Yan."

Yan Huanchao raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose, and smiled slightly: "Where there is room for you, naturally it can also hold me."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Mufeng had no objection.He seldom received guests in this small house, and Yan Jingshan never set foot in his previous life. He didn't expect that Pengpi would be able to welcome the film emperor Yan in this life.

The drink must have been enough, the car drove to the underground parking lot of the community, Yan Huanchao still closed his eyes, breathed steadily and long, and stopped stroking Fang Mufeng for a long time, it seemed that he had really fallen asleep.

Fang Mufeng stared at his profile for a while, but he didn't wake him up, but he and Zhao Qingyi helped Yan Huanchao get out of the car and into the elevator.

As soon as Zhao Qing handed Yan Huanchao to Fang Mufeng, he left first.

Fang Mufeng turned on the air conditioner, took off Yan Huanchao's shoes lightly, and took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of underwear, and then pulled the thin quilt to cover him.

Yan Huanchao sank into the mattress, his thick and long eyebrows drooped, like a moth with its wings folded and landed on it. After a sound sleep, this face seemed to become soft and affectionate, revealing a defenseless other side. one side.

Fang Mufeng sat on the edge of the bed watching for a long time, and unexpectedly raised his hand, and brushed his side face with two fingers, and even himself was slightly surprised by this action.

He got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and washed all the corners of his body, and then came out after the person had completely cooled down.

There was only one bed in the house. Fang Mufeng wiped off the water on his body with a bath towel, and lifted a corner of the quilt carelessly, planning to spend the night with Yan Huanchao like this.

As soon as he got into bed and lay down, Yan Huanchao hugged him from behind as if he had sensed it, and the familiar warm breath surrounded him.

For a moment, Fang Mufeng had a strange idea in his heart, he thought it was very good.

After a night without dreams, when he opened his eyes again, it was dawn outside, and the seat beside him became vacant at some point.

Fang Mufeng got out of bed and dressed, walked to the living room, saw Yan Huanchao standing in front of the window smoking a cigarette, the breeze opened the curtains, his face was bright and dark.

Sensing movement behind him, Yan Huanchao turned his head and directly snuffed out the cigarette end with his fingers.

"Awake?" he asked.

Fang Mufeng didn't wake up much, he walked over and hummed softly.

Yan Huanchao took him into his arms naturally, Fang Mufeng had a sharp nose, and immediately smelled a very faint smell of cigarettes on his body, which seemed to be a cheap product he usually smoked.

This person was afraid that he had penetrated his heart, so he said calmly: "I'm sorry, I stole your cigarettes."

Fang Mufeng looked up at him slightly: "Is there anything else in this room that you want to steal?"

Yan Huanchao smiled lightly, and asked him in a questioning tone: "I want to steal people, too, okay?"

It doesn't matter if it's okay or not, anyway, Fang Mufeng was put on the bed early in the morning, and made meat for the big boss who had been abstinent for several days.

Yan Huanchao's kiss, Yan Huanchao's tongue slipped down again and again, doing random things.

Fang Mufeng leaned his neck back, moaning softly.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first time he has been served like this.In the past, he and Yan Jingshan were unequal in love matters, and he was the only one who did this kind of thing to Yan Jingshan.

The red plum was unbearable to play with, and soon the petals shattered in Yan Huanchao's warm mouth, and the flower juice leaked out.

Fang Mufeng panicked for a moment, stood up and looked at Yan Huanchao in a daze, looking like a child who did something wrong, but was pressed on the bed by the other party, pinched his chin and kissed him wetly.

The flower juice was all sent into the mouth, and most of it dripped down from the corners of his lips, wetting half of his face.

Yan Huanchao propped himself up on him, looked down at him: "Do you like it?"

Fang Mufeng couldn't answer for a while, his face was flushed from the kiss just now, the tip of his tongue was numb, he lay on the bed crookedly gasping for breath, his mouth was full of strange taste.

He was naturally dissatisfied with being tossed about after a while, although he couldn't speak, but the resentment and resentment were burning in his eyes.

"It seems that I like it very much." Yan Huanchao was very satisfied with the look in his eyes, and with a smile on his face, he leaned over and pressed him on the bed to kiss him.

This time it was extraordinarily gentle and delicate, and the drips of flower juice spilled on the collarbone, neck and face were kissed away one by one.

Fang Mufeng was so kissed that he couldn't breathe. He was dizzy and plunged into the flooded spring.

At some point, seeing Yan Huanchao was about to leave, Fang Mufeng didn't let him go, and subconsciously grabbed his shoulders—that wonderful sense of fullness satisfied him and made him obsessed.

"Just a little longer, just a little longer..." Fang Mufeng was dizzy with comfort, put his head on Yan Huanchao's shoulder, and muttered to himself with his eyes closed.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyebrows were stained with water vapor, and he looked a little pitiful at the moment.

Yan Huan turned his face sideways to admire for a moment, bowed his head and kissed his face, and then wrapped his arms around his waist strongly.

Fang Mufeng was locked by a pair of strong arms and completely embedded in Yan Huanchao's arms.The comfortable feeling came back just now, and Fang Mufeng was so satisfied that he indulged in it and wanted to go back to sleep again.

At this moment, Yan Huanchao asked, "How about moving here to live with me?"

"Yeah." Fang Mufeng was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, he subconsciously nodded his head following his words, and then he didn't realize it for more than ten seconds. He immediately widened his eyes, turned to look at Yan Huanchao, and confirmed, "You want me to move?" Come here, live with you?"

Yan Huanchao reached out and brushed the wet hair on his forehead, and asked, "You don't want to?"

That day, I called Sheng Lan and mentioned the matter of renting a house. I guess the big boss heard it and remembered it. Fang Mufeng hesitated for a while and said: "The reporters know that it is Teacher Yan's house. If I live here too, I will be photographed. , the impact is not good."

Hearing this, he knew it was an excuse, and Fang Mufeng hadn't told the truth after all.It would be impossible to tell Boss Yan directly that he felt that it would be troublesome to move in and then move out one day.

Yan Huanzhao frowned slightly, thought for a moment in silence, and then said: "Then find another place to live, don't think too much."

Now that the big boss has made such a conclusion, Fang Mufeng knew that he couldn't let him say no to this matter, so he pretended to agree meekly.

It's hard to meet each other, and it's hard to live together under the same roof. If you get bored too much, you won't be far away from boredom, Fang Mufeng thought.

Unknowingly entering October, the summer heat gradually receded, and the footage and stills of the movie "Zero Celsius", which was completed for more than half a year, flowed out, which immediately aroused great attention on the Internet.

Most of the people came for Yan Da, who hadn't released a new work for a year, and they all expressed their expectations, and even some so-called CP fans who supported them began to appear, but quite a few people were not familiar with Fang Mufeng, who was the other leading actor. , Criticizing and even attacking his remarks also occur from time to time.

Fang Mufeng has no time to take care of it. He is very busy these days. He only concentrates on fitness and acting classes every day. At the same time, he picks up calligraphy that he has not practiced for a long time, and prepares for the TV series "Boundless Clouds".

This TV series is adapted from the best-selling novel of the same name. It is directed by Guan Ze, a director who has made many well-known dramas. The popularity and quality of the drama are guaranteed. among things.

The original novel is set up with two male protagonists. The first starring role is Ling Chuan, who has worked with Guan Ze, and the other is Jiang Weixun, who has been in contact with the popular niche.However, the other party didn't want to serve as a foil for Ling Chuan after saying anything, and the fans of the two were fighting fiercely.

Sheng Lan is well-informed and thinks this show is worth trying, so she seizes the opportunity to quickly pick up the leaks, and recommends her own artist Fang Mufeng to Guan.The two of them knew each other before and had a good relationship, so Guan Ze was willing to give Fang Mufeng a chance to audition, and Fang Mufeng naturally didn't waste the opportunity Sheng Lan had won.

Guan Ze made a decision on the spot, but the producer had a more favorite candidate. After the competition between the two sides, the final choice was Fang Mufeng, with the backing of Xing Chuan and Sheng Lan's active lobbying of the producer played an important role in it.

"Fine quality movies are becoming more and more difficult to come by these days. Even big-name actors who have always only made movies have come to the TV drama industry to get a piece of the action." Wait for a good movie script to drop from the sky, and if this TV series is shot well, more investors, directors and screenwriters will see you."

Fang Mufeng understood what she meant, and nodded: "As long as there is a chance, I am willing to try."

After discussing this matter, Sheng Lan changed the subject and her expression became extremely serious. She asked him if he really decided to live with Yan Huanchao.

Fang Mufeng had reported this matter to her before, but Sheng Lan didn't explicitly object at that time, she just said that this matter was not urgent and asked him to think it over when he went back, but there was no room for Fang Mufeng to consider this matter.

"I am in charge of implementing what Teacher Yan proposed," he said.

Sheng Lan frowned even more, and asked him, "Aren't you afraid of being dragged by the media?"

"I'm only a third-rate actor, but I have nothing to lose, but Mr. Yan has accumulated many years to climb to this position. He is more afraid of being out of the closet than me," Fang Mufeng said with an indifferent look, "And after so many years His sexual orientation may have been known to everyone for a long time, and no media dared to report it, right?"

Seeing that he was so calm, Sheng Lan was annoyed and funny: "You are not afraid of being barefoot without shoes. Can you do the same? Once it is exposed that he is still Yan Huanchao, and you will be nothing."

Having said that, she paused, and then said: "He has never lived with anyone, and it is rare for him to stay overnight."

"I'm nothing in the first place," Fang Mufeng answered smoothly. The more we get along these days, the more I can find that Sheng Lan looks strict but actually has the heart of an old lady, and she cares about every aspect of her artist.He looked at Sheng Lan fixedly, probably knowing what the other party was worried about, so he softened his tone, "Sister Lan, don't worry, I will be careful not to be caught. Besides, Teacher Yan and I understand each other very well. What do you want, it won’t come true.”

Sheng Lan was silent for a while, but still made a concession: "You can play however you want, but career and health are the most important."

Fang Mufeng is as good as he is: "Of course."