Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng was so eager to take a bath, there was actually a reason.

He just received a call from the former boss’s wife asking how the injury on his foot was. Although the people of Tianxin Film and Television Company have officially withdrew from the entertainment circle, they will often scan entertainment headlines and hot searches on Weibo because of habit, and they just happen to see Jiangzicheng heroes rescue the United States injured.

Jiang Zicheng replied truthfully: "Boss, you don't have to worry! It's just a superficial injury, and the doctor said it won't leave scars. I don't need to go to the crew during this time, I just can rest."

The proprietress said: "Zicheng, since you are resting at home, why not come out to eat hot pot. Our Tianxin hot pot restaurant will open early next month, you don't want to see what the store you invested in is like?"

Wow, hot pot!

As an actor, he is most afraid of oiliness. If you have acne on your face or sores in your mouth, you will definitely be ugly and ugly after being photographed. The last time Jiangzicheng ate hot pot was the day when Tianxin Film and Television Company disbanded. It was three months ago.

As soon as he heard the word hot pot, Jiang Zicheng's mouth couldn't help but drool. The secret hot pot base fried by the proprietress is really delicious, authentic Chongqing style, with fresh goose intestines and duck blood, it is really refreshing to go to heaven in one bite.

Jiang Zicheng struggled to fight his desires: "Also, it's still not going to happen...I will re-enter the group in a few days, and eat less spicy food."

Lady boss: "I'll make you a little spicy drop!"

Jiang Zicheng: "I think it's better to forget it..."

"Slightly spicy!"

"..."

"Mandarin duck pot, mandarin duck pot works?"

"..."

Jiang Zicheng sensibly declared his surrender, and Le Diandi and the proprietress made an appointment to visit him this evening.

He is a person who pays much attention to appearance. As long as he goes out, he must take a bath and change clothes and dress up brightly, so that he can live up to the good spring.

Xie Beiwang asked, "Where is the spring? It's going to be winter now."

Jiang Zicheng replied: "I am Chunguang."

Therefore, before going out to the banquet, Jiang Zicheng decided to wash the fragrance from head to toe for nothing, but his foot injury has not healed, so he can't get wet.

Xie Beiwang offered to help him take a bath, with a calm tone: "You don't have to be shy. When I was in Venice before, I haven't seen where you were all over you?"

"..." Jiang Zicheng thought of the "accidental crash" that night. His face was flushed with shame and his ears were hot. He didn't dare to argue any more, rushed into the bathroom with one leg and hurriedly locked the door from inside.

He shouted through the door: "Mr. Xie, don't bother you! I'm a big man with healthy limbs anyway, so it's okay to take a shower by myself!"

While talking, he opened the shower and directly adjusted it to the maximum.

The rumbling sound of water filled the small bathroom, and the heat was lingering for a while, and it was foggy everywhere.

He lay on the door and listened for a while, and heard Xie Beiwang's footsteps lingering in front of the bathroom door, and he soon went away.

Jiang Zicheng waited for a while, and made sure that it was quiet outside the bathroom, and Mr. Xie didn't kill a carbine, so he was relieved and could finally take off his clothes at ease.

Unfortunately, the ignorant Little Red Riding Hood always underestimates the cunning of the big bad wolf.

The pajamas on Jiang Zicheng were provided by Xie Beiwang. Xie Beiwang was two sizes larger than Jiang Zicheng. The loose pajamas were all fastened to his thin waist by a drawstring belt.

As soon as the drawstring is untied, the pajama pants will quickly slide down the hip bone, fall to the ground, and pile up loosely. The young man was naked with two straight and slender legs, standing in the misty world, like a mermaid prince who had just transformed his legs and stepped on the ground for the first time.

It happened at this moment—the bathroom door opened.

Except for a pair of small triangle underwear, Jiang Zicheng didn't have a strand of body. The outdoor air-conditioning swept in and collided with the heat in the bathroom. The cold made Jiang Zicheng's hair standing upright, and the two red spots on his chest were also kissing the cold air Next, he stood up slowly.

Xie Beiwang stood outside the bathroom door, spread his right hand, and shook the key in his palm at Jiang Zicheng.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Damn, is he going to take a mandarin duck bath before eating the mandarin duck pot?

Jiang Zicheng stammered and asked, "Mr. Xie, you don't really want to bathe me..."

Xie Beiwang did not answer, and walked a few steps in front of Jiang Zicheng, looking at him condescendingly.

The man is tall and sturdy, and his body is covered in winter home clothes, while Jiang Zicheng standing in front of him has only a pair of small triangle underwear to hide his shame, and he is naked.

He took a step further, and he took a step back.

He went one step further, and he quickly took a step back.

Just as he advanced and retreated, Jiang Zicheng had already been forced to a corner by him. Jiang Zicheng suddenly felt a pain in his lower back. It turned out that he had hit the sink and there was no way back behind him.

Jiang Zicheng looked at the man's chest close at hand, drumming in his heart, always feeling that the situation was very bad: "Thank you..."

Before he could finish a sentence, Xie Beiwang suddenly stretched out his hands to support his waist. The man’s scorching palm rests on the young man’s side abdomen, and his arms are used at the same time to lift Jiang Zicheng off the ground—

——Then, let him sit on the sink.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

Jiang Zicheng: "!!!"

Is it because he has seen too few pornographic films? What kind of play is this?

Jiang Zicheng was sitting on the cold and hard sink, with his two calves swaying in mid-air dishonestly.

Xie Beiwang looked down at Jiang Zicheng's restless calf, suddenly reached out to support the injured right foot, and unexpectedly raised his right leg!

Jiang Zicheng: "Eh eh eh!"

He leaned back, subconsciously propped his hands back, and hit the wet mirror with his back. The biting coldness made his back numb, but the foot held by the man was scorching hot.

The heat spread from Xie Beiwang's palm to Jiang Zicheng's ankle, and then slowly extended along the calf, spreading inch by inch in Jiang Zicheng's body.

After one night and one day's training, Jiang Zicheng's right ankle is no longer as horribly red and swollen as last night. Disinfectant water will only erode the outermost skin. Now the wound is a bit like being over-exposed to the sun, the color is dull, and large areas of the epidermis are peeling.

It's ugly.

The man stared at his injury for a few seconds, then asked softly: "Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Zicheng was a little nervous, he moved his ankles, seeing that he couldn't get away, he could only admit his fate. "It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's very itchy."

"Yeah." Xie Beiwang said, "I called the doctor just now, and the doctor said you can take a bath, but the wound should be covered to avoid getting water."

Only then did Jiang Zicheng understand what Xie Beiwang was doing when he left the bathroom just now.

Jiang Zicheng was confused and asked: "How to wrap it? Put in a plastic bag?"

Xie Beiwang turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and soon walked back, holding several kinds of medical supplies for dressing, waterproof bandages, etc., but he didn't know where he changed them from.

He stood in front of Jiang Zicheng again and raised his right foot, only this time, he let the thin sole of his foot touch his upper abdomen.

"Step on, don't move." The man ordered.

He lowered his head, picked up the roll of waterproof bandage, circle by circle, carefully covering the wound on Jiang Zicheng's ankle.

Xie Beiwang looked like he had never done anything like this before. He moved very slowly and was a little clumsy. But he did it very carefully and attentively, as if he was dealing with a fragile precious baby.

Jiang Zicheng could have come by himself, but he suddenly lost his voice, all the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound anyway. He could only look foolishly at Xie Beiwang's bandaging the wound for him, and his five toes were put together anxiously, curled up tightly, and pressed against the man.

Time suddenly became a meaningless thing. Jiang Zicheng couldn't feel the passage of time. It seemed to pass very slowly, and it seemed to be very fast. He could only hear the heartbeat vibrating in his chest, loudly and loudly.

It wasn't until Xie Beiwang whispered "Okay" that Jiang Zicheng woke up like a dream, and broke free from the slight drowsy state in a panic.

At that moment, all perceptions flooded back into his brain. The sultry air, the narrow space, the patter of water in the shower, the heat of the man's body, and the sound of a sigh in the ear.

Jiang Zicheng looked at the brand new bandage on his ankle, and did not dare to look up at Xie Beiwang's expression.

"Thank you." He said.

"No thanks," he replied.

After speaking these very simple words, Xie Beiwang turned and left Jiang Zicheng's sight.

The bathroom door closed gently, separating the warm air from the cold air in the half room again.

Jiang Zicheng touched the hot eartips, and felt that he needed a cold bath.