The Idol Group and the Crown

Xu Le sat in the smoky cigar room, frowning and covering his nose with one hand.

"I'm here to tell you the right thing."

He did not expect that his friends in high school would become the virtue of today.

If you have money, you will enjoy it, your personality... it gets a lot dirty.

If it wasn't because of the lingering fear, he would never contact this person again after that meeting.

"What's the matter," the opposite inch-headed man squinted and said, "Don't come? One of Cuba's new products, most people can't buy this one."

"Nope."

Dr. Xu pulled the garment around a little, and tentatively said: "The patient you mentioned last time, he is now..."

"Oh, come on one, or try this?" Cuntou took out another box and dangled his eyes: "This one is curled up-hehe hey, it's exciting, come old, try it?"

"You answer my question." Xu Le pushed the box away with one hand, ready to get up at any time: "What happened to that patient?"

"What kind of patient, where does my family come from?" Cuntou man disappointed and took another sip. "You are also really hard to wait for."

"You took me to Han Qu's club last time without my consent, and asked a lot of things without thinking." Xu Le said anxiously: "You know Han Qu and you should also know the friend who is depressed. , Is he alright now?"

After he left in a hurry, he always felt something was wrong.

Han Que's tone of inquiring about things does not seem to be about who to take care of.

But since it's not for that, ask so much and what do you want to do? ?

Xu Le has heard many strange things about the indulgence of fun between the rich second generation, but none of them has anything to do with depression.

After such a long time, he was still at ease.

I missed several calls last year and asked my family that it was too busy to get a promotion and that the person was abroad.

Goodbye this year, my high school friend has become another person who can't communicate.

The confused head of the inch-headed man finally had a slight focal length, and the tone was a bit dreamy: "Depression..."

"This is my business card, this is my friend, the contact information of another school of female doctors." Xu Le leaned over and pushed the business card to him: "If you need help-"

"No need to."

"You can help me forward it."

"I said no!" Cuntou sat up holding a cigar in a crooked manner, his eyes expressing indecision: "Xu Le, you don't need to accept that 500,000 card. Don't ask about it, you're offended if you ask. Up anyone."

"What are you talking about?" Xu Le suddenly had an ominous hunch in his heart: "Was that patient--"

"He's dead. It's dead." Cuntou clapped his palms, as if trying to wipe off the ashes: "It's nothing to do with you, with me, with anyone, it's just a bad luck."

Xu Le's face changed and he said sharply, "What did you do to him?!!!"

"Don't shame your face." The man sneered and leaned back on the couch: "Even if I give you Hanqu phone now, you can't ask half a word."

"Don't be stupid, this is the world."

Xu Le stared at him several times, turned around and walked out quickly.

He couldn't let this thing rot there.

He must understand what happened.

Record the building.

Trainees walked quickly through the corridor carrying things, laughing and chatting about today's grouping results.

"Unexpectedly, the Carnival was the first. I thought it would be Gu Shaochu--"

"Will he debut in C?"

"Brother Xi is clearly a potential stock!!"

The soaring sound of the soda can being pryed open was mixed with the sound of footsteps and conversation, all showing the comfort of finishing get off work.

Pei Ru also leaned against the door, and was whispering to arrange the operating regulations for the second half of the year.

After recording this program, he will continue to hold a co-ordination meeting with the Long family for at least four hours later.

Huo Jian crooked in the bench, not sure if he just understood it.

...Wipe the lipstick?

Maybe there is something important to talk about.

——The recording building is SPF, and the entire floor has been well-prevented from eavesdropping and anti-eave shots. It is safe here.

After removing makeup, he applied the mask for 15 minutes. While waiting for the phone outside the door to end, he took the mask and looked at the 24-year-old self.

The outline and corners are much clearer than before, and it seems pretty good.

The door was pushed open.

The man in a suit puts the phone at the table and closes the door and locks it.

Huo edged his chin to look at him, and he was still joking.

"Mr. Pei's excuse today is not good enough."

"Why is it bad?"

"I apply lipstick every day." The young man touched his lips: "Teacher doesn't remember?"

His warm palms had covered his eyes without waiting for him to twitch his tail.

The darkness swept back in an instant.

The man whispered: "No ribbon, just make up first."

Huo Jian and Pei Ru also like to please each other too many times. Although they stay at the second base each time, they unknowingly have a conditioned reflex.

Once forced into dark mode, there is an inexplicable restlessness.

"...Teacher." He stunned. "Are you sure you want to be here."

He suddenly wanted to hold Pei Ruye's wrist and explain some ideas.

Teacher, I am more than just loving you to protect me and make me happy.

I have loved you for many years, and now the once-dead heart is beating for you again.

I...I want to tell you...

Words and sentences are backlogged in the throat, like being bound by rational concerns, and like dragging down by the dark memory deposited.

Pei Ruye stared at Huo Jian at the moment, his eyes were red for a moment.

He could clearly see his white and slender neck, and he could see his flustered fingertips and a touch of polish on his lips.

You can also feel the eyelashes shaking slightly in the palm of your hand when your sweetheart is forced to close your eyes.

"Not **." He murmured: "But maybe... it's not time for you to respond positively."

The action of covering eyes seems to force the division of real life into a zone, or just an excuse to allow them to enjoy emotion and desire in a relaxed state at the same time.

They all bear too much in reality.

Only at this moment, this moment of covering eyes.

A person stays in the light, a person falls in the darkness.

No work, no responsibility, no past, no memory.

There is only primitive fanaticism and uncontrolled love.

Huo Jian also fell in the dark, closing his eyes blankly and said: "No...**"

The next second, he was kissed on the lips.

"……I love you."

The hot and vigorous kisses wiped away all the moisturization on his lips, so that the aroma of white roses warmed and fermented in the disordered breathing of the two.

Huo Jian wants to open his eyes to see Pei Ruye's expression at the moment, but at this moment he can only passively sink into the back of the soft chair, being plundered and possessed more.

Just a kiss.

There is no hint, no unnecessary touch and temptation.

But he could clearly feel that Pei Ruya's expression at this moment was probably the most out of control in history.

"I love you."

Pei Ru also repeated again.

He did not wait for Huo Jian's answer, but instead seemed to be a believer who unilaterally confided to the deity.

"Heart, blood, soul, breath."

He took Huo Jian's hand, and pressed his palm against his beating chest.

"all."

"I almost want to lock all this into your body."

You don’t even know where I’m out of control for you.

Every word and phrase is carried out in a staggered kiss, so that the kiss becomes choppy and broken.

Huo Jian groped and held his chest, his palms could feel the sudden jump.

"Teacher..." He muttered: "You..."

Pei Ru also leaned in to deepen this hug, squeezed the last scent of white roses, and felt like an idiot at this moment.

He was lost with his eyes closed, and he was lucky with his eyes closed.

The man sighed and kissed his lips, covering his eyes with one hand and hugging the side of his neck with the other.

Obviously the controller, but at this moment it is like a prey that has been completely captured.

"Blade..."

"Ok……"

"When dancing today, you were looking at me."

They paused for a few seconds at the same time, took a breath from the almost long kiss, and embraced each other to exchange oxygen.

The oxygen that depends on it.

"I was at that time," Huo Jian's throat was all exposed when he looked up, murmured with closed eyes: "In addition to looking at you, I don't know where to look."

"Teacher...you haven't taught me waltz."

Pei Ru also murmured, his voice a little dumb.

They coincidentally clasped the only ten fingers intertwined and held.

"This is the first time."

The man kissed his cheeks and tip of his nose lightly, as if the time had been extended like meandering sand at this moment.

"I was also nervous and said the wrong thing."

Huo Jian couldn't help laughing with his eyes closed.

"Is the teacher also nervous?"

Pei Ru also bowed his head and kissed his throat.

"Always feel like cheating."

And my own students, and my own entertainers, and my fiancé.

Waltz, which belongs only to lovers, jumps in front of the camera exposed to the whole world.

Huo Jian nodded gently.

"But we dance very well."

It was the first contact in front of the camera. The tacit understanding skipped countless times like this.

Waltz is a dance belonging to two people.

Point, rotate, move forward and backward.

One man controls the other, is each other's thread, each other's puppets.

Pei Ru also stopped breathing and smiled bitterly.

"When we have to wait for the wedding...there is a chance to jump again."

This deep kiss finally stopped.

He is Huo Jian's agent and one of the principals behind this battle.

It is early June.

For the crown, the album was released in July and the concert in September.

For the crown, the financial line killed the Han family, and the public opinion line killed the Han Qu, and the double-line progress was just beginning.

The wedding is waiting at an unreachable end.

They pulled away slowly, and the darkness lifted in silence.

Huo Jian didn't adapt well to the light, first subconsciously pursed his lower lip, and then went to see Pei Ruye's expression.

"...Sorry." He whispered.

Pei Ru also slowly shook his head, took the lipstick in front of the mirror, unscrewed the lid and placed it on the side of his lips again.

Huo Jian stared at his eyes, opening his mouth to let the lines scratch away from the corners of his lips.

Lipstick is a kind of ambiguous, but watching is another kind of even more extraordinary.

Pei Ru also avoided his sight and regained his rare self-sustainment at this moment.

"As your agent, what I need to say is."

"Your debts over the years and accumulated interest... are by no means a small amount."

Huo Jian squinted and smiled.

"But the accounts are clear."

"Well, the accounts are clear."

Pei Ru was about to close the lid, but he reached out and took the lipstick.

"In case I'll pay the bill later."

Huo Jian inadvertently picked up lipstick with his fingertips, hooked Pei Ruye's neck with one hand, and applied his pale white ointment to his wet lips with his head raised.

Fingertips are cold and lips are hot.

The two most sensitive and sensitive nerves touched slowly, as if a long series of flashing sparks rubbed in their hearts.

The man lowered his eyebrows to watch his every move, but did not cooperate.

Huo Jian wiped the lipstick and kissed his fingertips in front of Pei Ruye.

Looking up again, the smiling innocent and cunning.

"Feeder, this is a little reward."