Blooming on the ground

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Wang Ni said that Yan Huanchao would come later. Although Fang Mufeng was prepared, he did not expect such a coincidence.

During the period of separation from Yan Huanchao, the other party has been busy with Peng Wenye's short film.The two of them talked on the phone the day before yesterday, Yan Huanchao only said that the filming would take more than half a month to finish, but he didn't mention anything about taking time off to attend the birthday party today.

Yan Jingshan recovered from his momentary stupor, took two steps back, and obediently called: "Uncle."

Yan Huanchao didn't answer him, only looked at Fang Mufeng: "Come here."

Fang Mufeng was taken away from the scene by him.

"When did you come?" Fang Mufeng scrutinized the big boss's expression carefully and asked knowingly.

Yan Huanchao still had a very shallow smile on his face, without any look of anger: "It's not too early or too late, just in time to hear you say I'm stingy, and I saw you seduce my nephew."

"If Mr. Yan takes it seriously, he will be really stingy," Fang Mufeng replied with a calm face, "I'm not interested in children, and if he provokes me, I will retaliate with an eye."

He was really thirsty, and a waiter happened to pass by with a tray, so he took the opportunity to order a glass of fruit wine.

Yan Huanchao picked up a glass of juice from the tray, exchanged it with the fruit wine in Fang Mufeng's hand, and asked with a half-smile, "Then who are you interested in?"

Only then did he remember that the big boss seemed to have said that he was not allowed to drink alcohol. Fang Mufeng took a sip of juice to quench his thirst, then looked up at Yan Huan, and put his hand on his watch, arms, shoulders, chin, and lips... in a kind of The ambiguous way slowly rubbed up all the way, and finally squeezed Yan Huanchao's chin—as if looking at a piece of art.

Just like the habitual action that the other party often does to him.

Fang Mufeng shook his head lightly: "I'm not even interested in love love."

Yan Huanchao was not angry either, and watched Fang Mufeng's various frivolous behaviors towards him with great interest.

After flirting with the big boss like this, Fang Mufeng finally smiled, and continued his words in a flat tone: "However, the kid's uncle is good."

Only then did Yan Huanchao really laugh, and stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of Fang Mufeng's shirt.Today, the stylist gave Fang Mufeng a rather sexy shirt under his coat. The neckline was opened slightly deeper, and his muscular lines were looming. Sheng Lan and the stylist saw that he had achieved initial results in his recent fitness, so he asked him to change his clothes appropriately. clothing style.

Fang Mufeng looked down at his chest, and then at Yan Huanchao: "Isn't this good?"

Yan Huanchao looked at it for a while, then nodded slightly: "Okay."

Fang Mufeng asked desperately: "Is it about people or clothes?"

Yan Huanchao smiled again, fixed his gaze on Fang Mufeng's face, and said, "It's best for people not to wear clothes."

Regarding being serious and shameless, Fang Mufeng may have to practice for hundreds of years before he can match Yan Huanchao.

In broad daylight, Fang Mufeng felt uncomfortable being stared at by the overly explicit eyes, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Yan Huanchao! Why didn't you say hello to me when you came?"

There was an interruption, and the person who did not see him heard his voice first.

Looking back, a beautiful figure came into view, with long black wavy hair parted to the waist, red lips with snow muscles, and a tight long skirt that set off a bumpy figure. The overall dress was retro and elegant.

The person who came was none other than Zhou Zhiman, a well-ranked actress in the industry. A senior film critic once praised her as a rare Tsing Yi with both sex and talent.

As soon as Zhou Zhiman came up, he hugged Yan Huanchao, acting intimate and warm.Yan Huanchao behaved decently, only responded lightly, and was very particular about physical contact.

The two are classmates and on-screen couples who have collaborated in two dramas. There have been rumors of being together from time to time over the years, and many netizens have tried their best to match this pair up.

When Zhou Zhiman was on the talk show, he said half jokingly and half seriously that he liked Yan Huanchao when he was studying Central Opera, but the other party kept giving her a good friend card.

However, in parallel with Yan Huanchao's constant scandals for many years, Zhou Zhiman was rumored to be in love with a handsome young fresh meat who was much younger than him from time to time, and he threatened several times that he would never marry for life.

Zhou Zhiman held Yan Huanchao's hand with a smile, chatted with him a few words, and finally turned his attention to Fang Mufeng.

"Huan Chao, who is this?"

"Mufeng, Fang Mufeng," Yan Huanchao turned his head and glanced at Fang Mufeng, "it's a kid who worked with me."

"Oh? It's rare for you to take the initiative to introduce children to me," Zhou Zhiman looked squarely at Fang Mufeng, slightly raising his willow-leaf eyebrows, showing a little interested expression, "It's nice to be young, and you look good, even better than when you were young."

"Young people are awesome," Yan Huanchao also followed her gaze and looked at Fang Mufeng, the smile on his lips deepened, "The acting skills are quite good."

Zhou Zhiman answered: "Yo, it's strange. It's definitely not easy to be praised by Huan Chao so much. If you have a suitable script, Mu Feng will give you the face to cooperate with me!"

The people in this circle are more eloquent than the other, and Fang Mufeng never takes seriously what he says in social situations.He thanked Zhou Zhiman without being surprised, saying that he had admired Zhou Zhiman for a long time, and today he finally had the opportunity to meet a real person, and he really hoped to learn from the actress in the future.

"Not only is he handsome, but he's also sweet-mouthed." Zhou Zhiman raised his hand to brush his long, wavy hair like seaweed, his flair was inadvertently overflowing, "This is much better than you, Yan Huanchao."

Yan Huanchao put on a polite smile that he only had when socializing, and said, "Does Zhou Daying empress hate me?"

Zhou Zhiman laughed wildly like a little girl: "That's right, everyone said that you Yan Dayingdi has a bad eye, why didn't you look at me back then?"

"Why didn't you wait," Yan Huanchao's answer was also very face-saving, "I only regret it now."

"It's useless to regret it," Zhou Zhiman's beautiful eyes glowed with hope, and he went back and forth between Yan Huanchao and Fang Mufeng, and then said with a smile, "Men are worthless when they are old, and fresh meat is more caring."

Fang Mufeng didn't say a word, the two people seemed to be as rumored by the outside world, the goddess admired them, but it's a pity that King Xiang is so masculine.

Zhou Zhiman met Yan Huanchao's old classmate and old partner, and chatted after coming and going.Fang Mufeng couldn't be here as a backdrop, so he found an excuse to leave, leaving the space for the two to continue their hot chat.

Fang Mufeng looked at Yan Huanchao across the lawn, and found that the other party seemed to have a sense of looking back, and then looked away without a trace.

This person seems to be able to chat with anyone, and can easily become the focus of social occasions, but he always gives Fang Mufeng a feeling of closeness and alienation.Especially when alone, they are more used to communicating with their bodies rather than words.

Fang Mufeng came back to his senses, put aside the crowd and walked away, wandering around the garden of the villa alone, getting some air.

The owner of the villa obviously loves gardening flowers and plants. Even after winter, the garden is still full of vitality, full of flowers and plants, pools and swimming fish.

Sitting by the pool, Fang Mufeng was fascinated. He somehow thought of Yan Huanchao and his yard of flowers, plants and trees. He hadn't been to the mountain for a long time.

At this moment, there was a small noise behind him, which sounded like talking, and it also seemed like a physical conflict.

Fang Mufeng felt that something was wrong, and couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he followed the sound and approached the depths of the garden lightly, looking around cautiously.

Half-hidden by a flower stand covered with green vines, a tall young man was pushing another man into a corner to kiss. The man in his arms was desperately trying to break free, but his hands were still tightly clenched.

"You are crazy Peng Zeyao, your mother is still having a birthday party in the front yard, and you are having a man in the back?" The man reprimanded in a low voice.

Peng Zeyao didn't take it seriously, he hugged the man tightly like a giant dog and didn't let go: "You're hiding from me, otherwise I can't stop you."

The man's whole face was wrinkled, and he said displeasedly, "I didn't hide from you, I'm just busy with movies recently."

"It's fine if you don't hide from me, you can't hide," Peng Zeyao was satisfied, and his cold handsome face softened a lot in an instant, "Go back to your house tonight."

He said it was a request, but his posture was still arrogant, and his tone was undeniable.

The man looked as if he was being forced into prostitution, he grudgingly hummed, and took the opportunity to break away: "Then can you let me go now?"

Peng Zeyao still refused to let him go, but his attitude was obviously much better than at the beginning: "When will your movie be released?"

The person in his arms couldn't break free, so he recognized it, and let Peng Zeyao hug him tightly: "Let's start spring next year."

Fang Mufeng didn't continue to peek, and hid behind the rockery after a while, and left quietly.

The person who was forced to kiss was Xuan Nian.

This is the relationship between Xuan Nian and his royal heroine, Peng Zeyao, the son of Peng Wenye, the Bole of his career.

On the way to the front yard, Fang Mufeng was digesting the information until someone lightly touched his fingers that were naturally hanging on the outside of his legs, like plucking the strings of a piano.

He turned his head and saw Yan Huanchao.

"Boring," I don't know if he was referring to this kind of social occasion, Yan Huanchao then said lightly, "Let's go."

Fang Mufeng was puzzled, and asked softly, "Now?"

His question was overwhelmed by a sudden burst of cheers, and the protagonist Wang Ni blew out the candles on the birthday cake.

Almost at the same time, Fang Mufeng heard a word: "Let's elope."

Before he had time to react, he was abducted by Yan Huanchao.

Yuji waited in the dark, and the two of them purposely made a long detour before arriving at the parking lot and getting into the car.

Not seeing Zhao Qingyi, it seems that Yan Huanchao drove here by himself tonight.

"Do you need to find someone to drive?" Fang Mufeng worried that Yan Huanchao was driving after drinking.

Yan Huanchao simply started the car: "Don't worry, I didn't touch alcohol tonight."

Fang Mufeng asked again: "Mr. Yan changed the car?"

It is neither the Mercedes-Benz that Zhao Qingyi used to pick him up all the year round, nor the Bentley that Yan Huanchao used to use for transportation. The interior space of the car is also more spacious than the former two, so it is most likely a new car.

"Do you like it?" Yan Huanchao glanced at him distractedly, "It's time to change the car Xing passed on to you."

Fang Mufeng didn't want to accept such a heavy gift, so he politely declined: "That car is not too old, and I don't need such a wide car."

Yan Huan showed a narrow smile at the corner of his mouth: "You don't need it, we need it."

Fang Mufeng understood the implication in his words, and didn't accept the move: "This car will get dirty after a few days, it's a pity."

Yan Huanchao chuckled, and said a joke like a doomed king: "If it's dirty, buy a new one."

The new car survived, but the big bed in their house was stained and full of lust and carnival.

As soon as the door was closed, the kiss fell on Fang Mufeng's body like a storm, wet him instantly.

It's hard to say what's wrong, Yan Huanchao is very strong today, just kissing is menacing, Jiaofang Mufeng is powerless to parry.

In the room with the lights off, the fiery two eagerly begged for each other, both intending to devour each other alive.

Fang Mufeng was eager for contact, and stretched out his hands to hug him, but Yan Huanchao pushed him onto the bed.

He wasn't discouraged either, he raised his upper body, took off his clothes and attached himself again.

Film King Yan was still indifferent, he put him down on the bed again in a very puzzled manner, and stood tall on the side of the bed looking down.

After doing this three times, Fang Mufeng was warned not to touch it.

I don't know what medicine the big boss took wrongly today. His attitude is completely different from that of the man who gave him a car and joked with him.He hadn't seen each other for more than a month, and the two of them were burning like a fire, but now he was not allowed to touch anything.

Fang Mufeng sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, staring at Yan Huanchao with wide eyes, with obvious grievance and unhappiness on his face.

Regardless of Sanqi 21, he wanted to touch the tuft of hair on the tiger's head today, to hug it, and to reach out to touch Yan Huanchao.Yan Huanchao immediately grabbed Fang Mufeng's restless hand, and completely restrained him on the bed. He didn't know when there was an extra belt in his hand, and directly tied his hands above the top of his head.

"Did I say you can touch me?" Yan Huanchao's movements were a little rough, and his voice sounded a little cold.

Fang Mufeng struggled a few times in vain, but Yan Huanchao tied it too tightly, and his wrist hurt a lot.He came and went and finally got angry, bared his fangs and cursed: "Yan Huanchao, you old bastard! Don't touch me tonight!"

Yan Huan scolded the little lunatic for a while, and then said lightly: "You can't touch me, but I can touch you."