Intoxication

Why did Song Juhan stay at his house for several days and refused to leave, so why can he only take the time to meet Zhuang Jieyu when he is going to feed his mother?

Missed in half a year, Zhuang Jieyu looks mature, the skeleton gradually becomes a man, with the popularity, the star temperament becomes more prominent, the whole person looks different.

But as soon as he spoke, he immediately returned to the original form: "Uncle He!" He hugged it, and struck his back twice.

Why was he coughing twice?

Zhuang Jieyu laughed and said, "Oh, why is it so weak?"

"How weak I can't help it." Why did he pull his paw off of himself, looked him up and down, and smiled: "It seems a little stronger."

"I do fitness every day." Zhuang Jieyu touched his chin. "Now it's popular Tong Yan Ju --- milk, you know, if my tender face is paired with eight pack abs, sigh." He licked and finished Lick the corner of your mouth.

"Well, fitness is good."

Zhuang Jieyu squinted at him: "Oh, honestly explain, what's the matter with the man in the photo?"

"friend."

"Fart, I don't believe it. How do you know?"

"When I went to Europe to play, I chartered his car."

Zhuang Jieyu's eyes widened: "I can't see it, Uncle He, you finally did something like a young and **** guy."

Why do you helplessly say: "Not what you think, I initially chartered his car, and the travel agency arranged it."

"Oh,‘ the beginning ’, what happened then? Um? Later?”

Why he was a little embarrassed by asking him: "He ... nice."

"Well." Zhuang Jieyu poked his lips. "Is he 1 or 0? Looking at the block is almost like you."

"0." I don't know why I came to be questioned by Zhuang Jieyu.

"You are not on me!" Zhuang Jieyu yelled suddenly. "Is he better than me! Show me the photos!"

Why sighed: "Don't make trouble."

Zhuang Jieyu pounced on him, angrily: "Why can't you compare to me, why can't I compare to him? Show me the photos, I don't agree."

Why do you hold him by the shoulders and push him away? Seriously, "Jieyu, don't make trouble, you are friends, not the same."

Zhuang Jieyu looked at him in disappointment: "I knew you first."

"Well, don't you want to eat hot pot, let's go for hot pot."

"Wait for me to change my clothes. By the way, how can Mr. Gu's phone not work? Has he changed the number?"

Why? "He went to Singapore." Because he was not in a circle, Zhuang Jieyu didn't know about Gu Qingpei's photos. In addition, the two haven't contacted for a long time, so he didn't know everything about Gu Qingpei's experience in the past six months.

"Ah? Why did you suddenly go to Singapore?"

"Transfer." Why think about it, added, "Go up, you want to contact him, send him an email."

"Oh, that's great. Singapore is close to the country. It's good. I want to come back for him to have a meal."

Why secretly sighed. Before Gu Qingpei left, he called him on the phone once, but he was busy accompany his mother to the hospital. There was no chance to meet him. I only hoped that Gu Qingpei got rid of the gloom of the capital and set sail again in the new environment.

Zhuang Jieyu came into the house to change his clothes, put on his hat and sunglasses: "Let's go."

"You are going to be fully armed now."

"Hey, red, there's no way." He grinned as he finished.

"Then what do you do when you eat and also bring sunglasses?"

"No, we are going to that model as a model. Most of them are people in the circle. No one will take photos when we enter the house."

The place where they eat is a stylish hot pot restaurant with a magical game-like decoration. Why the character is rather old-fashioned. When he sees this style of making monsters, he feels that it is definitely not as delicious as a traditional hot pot restaurant, but he didn't say anything.

However, Zhuang Jieyu saw it: "This is delicious. I won't come if it's not delicious."

"Well, you like it."

The two walked into the store, Zhuang Jie took off his sunglasses, and greeted the foreman, apparently knew that the foreman took them to the box.

As he passed the toilet, a young man came out of it, and the three nearly ran into it.

"Ah, it's you? Zhou Xiang?" Zhuang Jieyu was somewhat surprised.

The man named Zhou Xiang raised his eyes and nodded, "Hello, what a coincidence."

Why did I look at him? He was handsome, slender and erect, and very clean, but with melancholy that was totally incompatible with his age.

"Is Brother Xiu here? I'll say hello."

Zhou Xiang seemed a little embarrassed: "I came with a crew member."

"Oh, see you then." Zhuang Jieyu immediately lost interest in him.

The two walked into the box, Zhuang Jieyu threw his hat, picked up the menu and ordered, and said casually while watching, "Uncle He, what do you think of the man just now?"

"quite handsome."

Zhuang Jieyu frowned: "It's okay, just like that, is it far worse than me?"

"Well, what's wrong?"

"He's Yan Mingxiu." Zhuang Jieyu checked a lot of dishes and handed the list to why.

"People of Yan Mingxiu?" He said, "You just have to order, I'm free."

"Yeah, did you cooperate with Song Juhan some time ago, you should know?"

"I know." The actor had a beautiful face that was absolutely unforgettable, but his temperament was too indifferent.

"Hey, I really like Yan Mingxiu, he is so handsome, but he actually encased that man, which is a small model and a wuti." Zhuang Jieyu nodded at the entrance, meaning that just now.

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know, Yan Mingxiu's family has a big background. Two years ago, the entertainment circle suddenly airborne. The shows were all directed by the directors, and one fire and one, but never participated in any announcements and interviews. They only received movies and had great influence. How many people in the circle want to stab him, but he only chooses people who have the ability to cooperate. Last time we were in a crew, I hooked up several times, and thought he was not gay, and the result was ... "Zhuang Jieyu pouted his lips." Where can I not compare to that man? "

Why not agree: "Appearance is not the most important thing. Maybe they have the same personality."

"Take it down." Zhuang Jieyu sighed. "My stamp list is going to be crossed out again."

"what?"

"Philately." Zhuang Jieyu said, "You don't understand even this."

Why shook his head.

"Just ..." Zhuang Jieyu was annoyed. "Ah, forget it. Anyway, you and Yan Mingxiu are both men of mine but begging for a sleep. As a result, you are blind and ignore me, so I want to remove you from the list. ,understood?"

He nodded helplessly, although he could not accept Zhuang Jieyu's lifestyle, but he understood that everyone was different.

The side dishes came up soon, and the two chatted as they ate.

Zhuang Jieyu asked, "Have you been with your mom lately?"

"Well, take care of my sister."

"Your workaholic has suddenly become such a home. I'm not used to it, so what are your plans for the future?"

"When my mother's chemotherapy is over, I think ..." Why would you want to go to Shencheng with them, but suddenly remembered Song Juhan. Song Juhan wouldn't let him go anywhere. Before Song Juhan imprisoned his heart, now he imprisoned his body, tossed for so long, and returned to his place.

"Ok?"

Why perfunctory: "let's talk, it doesn't matter."

"So ... what about the relationship?" Zhuang Jieyu pursed his lips. "That man has come to you. Are you two planning to settle down?"

Why shook his head: "After the summer vacation, he will go to the United States to study."

"Ah?" Zhuang Jieyu raised an eyebrow and joked deliberately. "I still have hope."

Why smiled.

Zhuang Jieyu also laughed, his tone became serious: "Brother, seriously, sincerely, I hope you can find someone and have a good relationship, you should enjoy the feeling of being liked , Not sacrifices, especially to someone who is totally unworthy. "

Why nodded and didn't want to continue the topic: "Let's go."

"I know you don't like this kind of restlessness. I know a lot of good men. Can I introduce you?"

"No, I don't think about it now."

Zhuang Jieyu put down his chopsticks: "Don't you think about it, or you can't forget Song Juhan."

Why indifferent: "It has nothing to do with him."

"Song Juhan ’s movements for the past six months are very strange. After the accident, his popularity has dropped a lot, but his position in the circle has not changed much, but he has changed. He told people around him that he wants to relax and not Go on and on again. I guessed at the time that the person who could make him worry was only you, and when Ou Taining posted the photo, I confirmed. "Zhuang Jie paused," But, brother, you Don't believe him. "

Why look at him without expression.

Zhuang Jieyu shook his hand vigorously: "You listen to me. He is Song Juhan. When he was born, countless people liked him. Even if he was seventy and eighty, his appearance is no longer there, and there will be young flesh-- -Send it to him for enjoyment. You are also a man, you should understand, not to mention being a high-ranking man in such a chaotic circle. In fact, I guess, you two are not broken, otherwise Ou Taining will not take that one The photo retaliated against Song Juhan. I don't know how he behaves now, but it was all pretended, and he couldn't hold it for long. "

Why laughed at himself: "I know."

"You two are people from two worlds. You are forced together. It is you who are hurt. What can he lose? He has everything." Zhuang Jieyu looked at the reason, there was a distress in his eyes, "Old brother, I want to see you happy, don't trust him anymore. "

Why indifferently say: "I will not trust him anymore."

Returning home after dinner that day, Song Juhan and Susu were playing with puzzles. When they saw the door, they both raised their heads and their eyes glowed.

Why is it a bit interesting.

"Brother." Susu flew over and hugged his waist, and the whole man hung on him, said with a small head, "Why are you coming back so late today?"

"Dining with friends."

Song Juhan immediately asked: "Who."

"Zhuang Jieyu," replied without hesitation.

Song Juhan frowned, but eventually held back and said nothing.

"Don't you say you want to bring him to play with me?"

"He's too busy, and he's not free again." Why upright her body, "It's too late, you should go to bed, tomorrow you take a holiday, take you to see your mother."

"That's great!" Susu cried. "Good night, Brother Han." Afterwards, he ran back to the room.

Song Juhan stood up: "You have been back so late, Su Su has been asking."

"Occasionally." Why didn't he look at him so much, went straight to the room, took his clothes and went to the bathroom.

Song Juhan kept staring at his back until he disappeared.

Why washed away the smell of hot pot and felt a lot relaxed, he returned to the bedroom and saw Song Juhan sitting upright beside the bed, watching him.

I didn't care, so I took the book on the bedside and planned to go to the living room for a while.

"Why." Song Juhan walked to him, his hand gently pushed on the bedroom door and locked.

Why did he hear the sound of the lock, he was already prepared, he put down the book and looked at Song Juhan calmly.

In the past half month, Song Juhan's injury has been almost healed. Except that he needs to go out for work, he stays at his house all the time, and returns at night no matter how late.

Every day, holding him to sleep, he can feel the hotness and longing of Song Juhan. It's not easy for this person to tolerate so many days in the middle of the night.

"Why are you so good with Zhuang Jieyu." Song Juhan said stiffly.

"He's very fun." Zhuang Jieyu is a very infectious person. It is interesting to chat with him. It is easy to be with him. It is probably that his character is too stuffy. I seem to find a comedy, and I can always laugh easily.

But Song Juhan didn't buy it, he narrowed his eyes, "Did you sleep with him?"

Why is it cold? "Two gays must go to bed when they are close. That's you, not me."

Song Juhan was swallowed and changed his face: "It's better not, I don't have a person who dares to touch you without that heart."

Why push him away and think of the bedroom.

Song Juhan leaned against the door with his hand to keep him away.

Why do you lower your head for a moment and then turn around, waiting for Song Juhan to say or do something.

Song Juhan plucked his hair, and seemed to make a big determination: "You said ... and Zhou Heyi-love is very comfortable, isn't it?"

Why frowned: "You need to find something, let's go out to solve it, my sister ..."

Song Juhan gritted his teeth and said, "You answer me, yes, no."

"Yes," he said.

Song Juhan burst into anger in his eyes, and he nodded: "Okay, okay." He pulled something out of his pocket and threw it on the bed.

Why did he glance at it? It was a complete set --- he looked at Song Juhan without fear.

Song Juhan also looked directly at him: "Come on me."

Why did he make all kinds of preparations, but did not expect that Song Juhan would say these five words, and he froze.

Song Juhan's lips trembled, and it seemed to be very difficult to say every word: "Zhou Heyi, Zhuang Jieyu ... I know what you are thinking. If you think of it another way, you feel fresh and cool, then I can give it to you, you You do n’t have to look for someone else. Go to me. "

Why is his head a bit embarrassed? He froze for a moment before he said: "Do you think we are like this today because I have a fresh picture?" He deliberately emphasized the word "I".

Song Juhan heard that some eyes did not dare to see why: "I know you can't accept me now, if you can ... accept me, I can."

"I can't." He said categorically, "Song Juhan, you're not a pure gay. You feel shame and inferiority by men, but I don't think it's the same thing to do-love, up and down has never been a problem for me The object is the problem. "

Song Juhan slowly turned his face and stared at him with red eyes: "You ... can't? I **** brought it to you, don't you?"

Why do you say blankly: "You said you wouldn't force me."

Song Juhan's expression was mixed with shock, sadness, humiliation, and anger, and his features were distorted to describe: "... Are I worse than them? I am worse than them? My body is worse than them? What can I not match them!"

"Two different things." Why pushed him away, "Sleep."

Song Juhan embraced his waist and crushed him **** the bed.

Why did Song Juhan's grief and indignation remain in his eyes for a while?

Song Juhan said dumbly, "Did I do anything, you will always be so indifferent?"

Why don't you know how to answer this question. Because the blood in his cavity was frozen into ice, the taste was so painful that he could not let it defrost.

Song Juhan kissed his lips gently, I do n’t know if he was talking to him, or he was talking to himself: "What am I going to do, you will come back."

Why is there an unspeakable sadness in my heart, but I don't want to say a word.

When the two were deadlocked, the doorbell rang suddenly.

It's so late, who will ring the doorbell?

Why was he trying to avoid Song Juhan, immediately pushed him away, and quickly left the room.

He glanced through the cat's eyes. There were several men in black suits standing outside. He opened the door and said through the burglar-proof door: "Who are you and who are you looking for?"

"Hello Mr. He, let's pick up the young master home."

Song Juhan rushed out and said angrily, "Who the **** asked you to come here and get back."

"Song Song said he must take you back today."

Song Juhan sternly said, "When will I go back and let me know, let's go now."

"Master, if you don't go, we won't go. There are so many people here, and the noise is too big and bad." The man paused.

Song Juhan narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Susu rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room. She saw the sword tensing outside and inside the door, and she was a little scared.

"It's okay, Susu, you go back to sleep."

Susu bit her lip: "Brother, don't you open the door, should I call the police?"

"No, Susu, you are obedient and go back to sleep."

Susu shook her head and her eyes became red: "Brother, let's call the police."

Why did you hurry up and hug her, angrily: "You hurry up and scare the children."

Song Juhan gave a fierce glance to those outside the door: "Why, Susu, I'll go back first, I'll come again the other day."

Susu cried, "Brother Han, are they bad people?"

"They are not, we are here to pick me up." Song Juhan took a deep look at why, his eyes were dim and gloomy, he opened the door and left.

With the sound of footsteps going downstairs, the room was quiet again.

Susu hugged her tightly, and whispered, "They don't look like good people. What should Han Han do?"

"It's okay, he's an adult, and he can take care of himself." Why think of Song Juhan's eyes when he left, that kind of, apparently left, but looks like abandoned eyes ...