Women's clothing giants are all in love

Before leaving the bar, Song Sheng sent Jiang Shujing a message, telling him that Jiang Cheng was there.

At that time, Jiang Shujing had just returned home, and frantically sent a WeChat message asking: "Are you kidding me?!"

Song Sheng smiled, telling him not to rush over in the middle of the night, let Jiang Cheng be quiet for a few days, and then talk about it later.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when we got back to the apartment.

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Cheng looked around the living room calmly, Song Sheng said with a smile: "It's not much changed from seven years ago."

Seven years ago, Jiang Cheng also came here.

In the past seven years, the layout of Song Sheng's apartment has not changed much, even the arrangement of objects has not changed much.

Jiang Cheng responded in a low voice.

A little cold, but Song Sheng knew that this person had always had such a personality.

Song Sheng walked towards the bedroom and said as he walked: "It's very late, go take a shower first, and I'll bring you a change of clothes later. Makeup remover and facial cleanser are on the sink, take them yourself if you want to use them. You are welcome."

During the speech, Song Sheng tore off the hair tie.

A head of soft black hair, which is extremely rare among men, hangs down and has already reached shoulders.

Song Sheng is a beauty.

Anyone who met him, whether a woman or a man, would admit it.

Slender and elegant, he was also the muse of a well-known international designer when he was young, causing an uproar in the fashion circle.

However, the preferences of the second son of the wealthy Song family are unpredictable. After a short period of time, he gently declined the designer's persuasion and returned to his own circle, which made countless people in the fashion industry sigh with regret.

The outline of his face is soft, his eyebrows are also picturesque, the brows are gentle, his long and narrow eyes always seem to contain a calm smile, and every frown and smile is full of charm.

This kind of beauty has the characteristics of both masculine and feminine, but the soft feeling blends the two together, making people feel that there is no contradiction at all, and they can only feel palpitations for his gender-ambiguous beauty.

Now that he is 32 years old, the years have not left any spots on his body, but have further fermented his charm and become more intoxicating.

But no matter how many people watched his back, this man never looked back.

He is gentle to everyone, but that tenderness has never become special for a specific person.

Jiang Cheng stared at the back quietly, then lowered his eyes after a while, turned around and walked to the bathroom.

Song Sheng also has some new clothes that he has never worn.

He put these new clothes outside the bathroom, and said to the bathroom with the sound of water pouring: "The clothes are put outside for you."

The sound of water inside suddenly stopped, and Jiang Cheng's deep voice came muffled through a door: "...Can I wear it?"

Song Sheng paused, raised his brows slightly, and replied, "Try it first."

"..."

There was no sound from inside.

Song Sheng raised his lips, turned and left the bathroom.

While waiting, he walked to the balcony of the living room, leaned against the railing, and lit a cigarette.

It is at this time of day in summer that the hotness will subside a little.

Even the smell of rain mixed with soil could be smelled in the air, but this strange smell made Song Sheng feel refreshing.

He suddenly recalled seven years ago, when he met Jiang Cheng, it was also in Xia Tian.

Jiang Shujing, who has been his good friend for many years, suddenly brought the young man in the blue and white high school uniform to him, and casually introduced, "This is my nephew Jiang Cheng, and his father is my brother... It's about our family, cough, you knew."

At that time, Song Sheng also clearly remembered that on a certain day half a year ago, a straight man in Jiang Shujing drank in his bar and said that his brother, who had severed ties with his family in the early years, failed in business and committed suicide by jumping off the building due to debts.

His sister-in-law couldn't afford to be seriously ill since then, and his nephew, who was still in high school, was the only one left in a family who could carry the burden.

Many debts also fell on his nephew alone.

Of course, Jiang Shujing couldn't let a young man bear such a burden.

He wanted to take Jiang Cheng over to take care of him.

At that time, half a year later, Jiang Shujing patted Jiang Cheng on the back and said, "I know a director who wants to make a dance-related literary film, and I've chosen him as the leading actor. This kid had a little dance foundation when he was young. I haven’t studied it. Fortunately, there is still a year before the filming starts, so I’ve already passed the college entrance examination, so I’ll hand him over to you, so you can teach him well.”

Song Sheng has danced since elementary school.

Folk dance, modern dance, and jazz dance are all involved, and the dance that Jiang Cheng needs to learn before the filming starts is the first two.

In the scorching summer, Jiang Shujing kept talking over there, but the boy in the blue and white school uniform didn't say a word, he couldn't see any resistance or excitement, he just watched Song Sheng calmly, as if he was examining Song Sheng, as if he was examining Song Sheng. Inquiring.

This boy has a depth that doesn't match his age.

But at a young age, it is not as elusive as it is now.

At that time Song Sheng knew almost at a glance that the child was guessing his sexuality.

Some things can be expressed from the details, and Song Sheng never tried to cover up his true nature.

He smiled, and Jiang Cheng froze for a moment, and immediately looked away, not knowing what he was covering up.

Jiang Shujing came over, hooked his shoulders, and said, "Since that happened, I don't think this kid is angry. Anyway, I always feel that this is not right, so I plan to find something for him to do."

"And didn't I pay off his family's debts for them? This kid seems to always want to pay me back the money. He is very stubborn, but how can he find a lucrative job as a brat? Are you really going to let him go outside and do messy things?" It’s better to put it under my hands and watch it,” Jiang Shujing sighed, “Anyway, let’s take one step at a time. During the time you are his teacher, take good care of him for me.”

After hearing Jiang Shujing's words, Song Sheng's heart moved slightly, and he turned his head.

The boy turned his gaze back at some point, and was staring at his back. He caught him, froze, and lowered his head, as if a little annoyed.

Song Sheng thought at the time that this child was really cute.

……

The aroma of the shower gel mixed with a rush of heat came from behind, and Jiang Cheng's voice suddenly sounded close to his ears: "Can you give me one?"

Song Sheng's eyes turned slightly.

The black T-shirt and gray home pants that Jiang Cheng was wearing were just right, and Song Sheng would occasionally buy some clothes in a slightly larger size, and these clothes came in handy at this moment.

He didn't answer, but held his cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on Jiang Cheng's lower body.

Breathing out a puff of smoke, he smiled and asked, "Excuse me?"

The panties are all his own size.

Jiang Cheng paused.

Song Sheng thought to himself, if it was the boy who had just finished the college entrance examination seven years ago, he would have pursed his lips in embarrassment and answered "no" bluntly.

But at this moment, the tall and strong man standing in front of him only raised his eyes, looked at him deeply, paused for two seconds, and spit out two words:

"A bit."

Song Sheng smiled.

"If it is really uncomfortable to wear, there is a 24-hour convenience store underneath." He reminded friendly.

Jiang Cheng said slowly: "It's not to the extent that it will be strangled. It's fine to wear it all night."

this kid.

Song Sheng narrowed his eyes.

Jiang Cheng silently glanced at the smoke between Song Sheng's fingers again, the meaning was obvious.

Song Sheng is not a pedantic person.

When Jiang Cheng wanted to imitate him in smoking, he didn't agree, just because there is no need to learn smoking for the sake of wanting to learn.

But now that Jiang Cheng has learned it, there is no need to make any more rules.

With a "click", the flame ignited from the nozzle of the lighter, and after a while, a little spark was ignited from the smoke between Jiang Cheng's lips.

Song Sheng twisted his own cigarette in the ashtray, bent his elbows to support his chin, and looked sideways at Jiang Cheng smoking.

The man who grew up like a sapling has already lost his greenness, and there are muscles on his body, and the pieces are firm.

The shoulders are much thicker than before, and they look very secure.

With a standard inverted triangle figure and tight waist, even Song Sheng, who has met many high-quality men, has to be said to be extremely sexy.

It's as cold as a rock, but hormones are exuding all over his body.

Smoking a cigarette casually in a posture, when it is contaminated with smoke and fire, the desire-qi is continuously transpired, as if it wants to light the night.

Song Sheng asked gently: "When did you learn to smoke?"

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and said, "Only four years ago, the role played was a smoking gun, and I learned it at that time."

"Did you feel choked?"

"A bit."

"What about this kind of smoke? Are you used to the taste?" Song Sheng asked exactly the kind he smoked for Jiang Cheng.

"Habit," Jiang Cheng responded in a low voice, "it's a smell you always have."

Song Sheng smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his head and asked, "Have you talked to my second uncle?"

"He didn't do it on purpose, I don't know what kind of person he is," Song Sheng said a few words for Jiang Shujing, "You have been with your second uncle for so long, you should know what kind of person he is."

Jiang Cheng turned his head back again, smoking a cigarette dully, without speaking.

Is the psychological shadow so big?

Song Sheng thought to himself.

After thinking about it, Song Sheng lost his smile again.

Well, no matter how mature he looks, he is only 25 years old.

Although it has been seven years since he entered the show business circle, Jiang Shujing protected him very well. It is normal for him to be frightened when he is exposed to the dark side of that circle for the first time.

He sighed, and said: "Then you can stay with me first, and when you recover, remember to go home, your second uncle is still waiting for you."

This time, Jiang Cheng paused and replied obediently: "Yes, I know."

Song Sheng patted him on the shoulder: "I'm going to take a bath, you should go to bed earlier."

"Brother Sheng." Jiang Cheng stopped him from behind.

Song Sheng stopped and looked at him sideways.

The man hides in the darkness.

I don't know if it was soaked by the smoke, his voice became a little hoarse: "Thank you."

"I might," he said slowly, "be bothering you for a while."

Song Sheng smiled indifferently, waved his hand and walked back to the living room.

After a while, he went into the bathroom with a change of clothes.

On the balcony, Jiang Cheng withdrew his gaze, turned around, and leaned back against the railing.

A puff of blue smoke escaped from his lips, and he casually extinguished the cigarette between his fingers in the ashtray, then picked up another cigarette that had been extinguished long ago.

He put the cigarette between his lips... teeth, gently pressed it with the tip of his tongue, touched the remaining breath, and squinted at the early morning night.