Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

Jiang Zicheng used his excellent eloquence and conscientiously explained to Xie Beiwang why he carried the giant wedding photo of two people with him... ah no, giant group photo.

More than ten years ago, when Jiang Zicheng was still a primary school bean sprouts, because his name was full of literary flavor, Chinese teachers often called him to summarize the main idea of ​​the article and repeat the content of the article, which made his expressive ability far surpassed the children of the same age from childhood. (By the way, Jiang Zicheng’s Chinese teacher is his mother.)

And on this cold and windy night, Jiang Zicheng regained the feeling of elementary school Chinese class in a daze: "Mr. Xie, the thing is like this: "'Cause' is that some of our well-connected artists agreed to eat hot pot;' After "Yes...; "Climax" is...; "As a result," you have seen it too. I moved this photo home and happened to be caught by you, wrong, I met. "

"No." Xie Beiwang patiently listened to him and shook his head.

"...What's wrong?"

"You met me here, it's not a'result'." Xie Beiwang said, "It's a'climax'."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Mr. President, is this a serious idiom, or is he doing Chinese questions seriously?

Jiang Zicheng didn't dare to talk, he was afraid that he would say one more word, and the climax of the story would become a certain kind of plot that the anti-pornography and anti-illegal websites would not allow to appear.

When the cold wind blew, Jiang Zicheng's sweat was soaked, and he immediately sneezed with cold. He was still dragging the huge picture frame behind him, which looked ridiculous and pitiful.

Xie Beiwang's gaze was finally willing to move from the picture frame to Jiang Zicheng. He turned his body slightly, let the apartment door open, and said, "It's so cold outside, hurry in."

Jiang Zicheng: "...?"

Wait, this is his apartment, his dormitory, and his house, why did Mr. Xie beckon him in with a master gesture?

Without waiting for Jiang Zicheng to raise an objection, the cold wind blew away his last bit of sanity. He hurriedly pulled into the rope and dragged it into the apartment lobby.

Their community focuses on fine decoration of small apartments, and the entire building has been contracted by Ricci as the staff dormitory. For example, the other households on the first floor of Jiangzicheng are all newly recruited trainees from the company. Eight people squeeze 50 square meters, which is slightly better than the university dormitory.

This building is full of artists coming in and out, and the security is very strict. Every time you enter the door, you must swipe your card, and foreign visitors have to register. Strangely, I don't know where Xie Beiwang got a door card, so he can directly swipe the entrance guard of the hall. He followed Jiang Zicheng to enter the door with a calm attitude. When he saw the uncle security guard at the front desk on the first floor, he said hello politely. The security guard thought he was a bit familiar, and when he saw his temperament, he thought he was a new star who moved in.

Jiang Zicheng was afraid that the picture frame would scratch the marble floor in the hall, so he could only drag it into a hug, and reluctantly held the big picture frame in his arms. It's a pity that he is short, with a short arm span, and staggered in his arms. Xie Beiwang walked directly to him and took it from him.

The hot palm of his hand brushed the cold back of his hand, Xie Beiwang effortlessly held up the heavy big picture frame, and didn't even pat his breath, but Jiang Zicheng, a weak chicken, was so tired that he was panting.

The two took the elevator to the floor where Jiangzicheng was located. The elevator door opened and Xie Beiwang easily transported the photo frame to his apartment.

Jiang Zicheng took out the key to open the door, and suddenly saw a black opaque plastic bag hanging on the door handle of his apartment.

The security of their building is strict. There are cameras on every floor. It can't be a mess of flyers. It looks like someone left him. Seeing that he is not there, they hang it on the doorknob.

Jiang Zicheng didn't think much, so he took off the black plastic bag and opened it—

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Xie Beiwang: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Zicheng's face flushed red. His two **** assistants were really itchy, and they actually dared to hang the condom he threw out directly on his doorknob! ! ! !

...

The apartment in Jiangzicheng is not large, with a construction area of ​​50 square meters. If the communal stalls are excluded, the usable area is only more than 30 square meters. One room and one hall were enough for him to use, and two assistants and one agent came and went without being crowded. But today I don't know what's going on, it's just that Xie Beiwang's figure is added, and the originally spacious space instantly becomes cramped.

The man's own aura is enough to fill this small space, so that every cubic centimeter of air is filled with the breath of Xie Beiwang.

Obviously it is Jiangzicheng's home, but he is uneasy here, and he doesn't know where to put Xie Beiwang.

On the dark yellow fabric sofa, the man folded his legs, leaning on the soft cushion in a relaxed posture. Space is limited. The fabric sofa is a mini two-seater, exquisite and compact. Two people sitting side by side in the sofa will inevitably have some physical contact.

The winter clothes were thick, but in this way, where the two shoulders met, there was still a steady stream of enthusiasm coming from the man, Jiang Zicheng carefully moved his **** out by a centimeter.

The giant group photo stood against the wall, looking at the two of them far away.

The tablecloth wrapped in the group photo has been removed, and the complete picture is presented in front of the two of them. Xie Bei looked deep in his eyes and asked, "Where are you going to hang it?"

"……what?"

"Now that you have it back, don't you plan to hang it up?"

Of course not! ! ! !

Let’s not talk about whether there is a place for such a big picture in his small house, and why did he hang up the picture of him and Xie Beiwang! ! ! Originally, their relationship is no longer clear. If you hang up an extremely ambiguous group photo, the mosquito coils in the supermarket will be straighter than him!

Jiang Zicheng struggled to float on the sea of ​​basic emotions, desperately trying to save himself: "Where to hang on, wait until tomorrow... It's almost two o'clock now, it's not early, you have to go to work tomorrow, why don't you go back and rest? ."

"Go back?" Xie Beiwang repeated these two words.

"Yes, yeah... If you don't drive, I'll call you a car?"

"Jiang Zicheng." The man said solemnly, "Do you think I waited for you for so long today just to help you move a photo."

He has been waiting for Jiang Zicheng to return to Beijing. After all, there are some things that must be made face-to-face. However, Jiang Zicheng disappeared as soon as he returned to Beijing, and happily went to eat hot pot with others.

When Xie Beiwang did not say it, Jiang Zicheng had a vague guess. He had been trying to pretend to be "little deaf and blind", but he had forgotten that the crayfish just seemed to have a domineering side leak, but its two useless pliers, only It will be bluffing.

"Why don't you speak?"

Jiang Zicheng said weakly: "Talk."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

The man ran out of patience, he had had enough of Jiang Zicheng's dodge, and simply stayed in and pressed over.

Xie Beiwang hung his arms on both sides of Jiang Zicheng's body, knelt beside him on one knee, and separated his knee with the other leg, thus embedding himself between the young man's legs.

Jiangzicheng is like a butterfly nailed to a cross, firmly imprisoned in the shadow of a man, unable to move, and can only flap its wings weakly, begging for forgiveness from the tyrant.

However, Xie Beiwang waited for this moment for too long. A kiss on the car that day not only failed to relieve the anxiety in his heart, but was like a fire, igniting all his suppressed desires.

Xie Beiwang could feel that Jiang Zicheng also had feelings for him, but every attack and every temptation of a man could not be exchanged for the same emotional feedback. For some reason, Jiang Zicheng was always avoiding, as if he was scrupulous about something.

He is like a small animal hiding in a nest, longing for the outside, and afraid of it.

The distance between the two is so close, Jiang Zicheng has already looked into Xie Beiwang's eyes for the first time. After his ability failed, he lost the ability to predict the future, but in the deep eyes of the man, he saw his figure appearing in Xie Beiwang's future in a daze.

Is that what he thinks?

Is Xie Beiwang serious about himself? It's not that a high-ranking president is playing tricks on small artists. There is no trick of nurturing and not nurturing. Rather, he really regards himself as an equal object of communication?

Can he believe it?

When he looked up at Xie Beiwang, Xie Beiwang was also looking at him. Jiang Zicheng is obviously an adult, but his eyes have the ignorance and curiosity of a child. Xie Beiwang has seen the shining starry sky in those eyes more than once.

Xie Beiwang leaned down, the two of them were getting closer and closer, so close that their foreheads were close to each other, and the tips of their noses faced each other.

The lips of the two are very close, and the four-petaled lips can share the temperature and happiness.

Jiang Zicheng was a little flustered, his Adam's apple was rolling up and down, he wanted to say something, but was blocked by Xie Beiwang again. The lips are close together, and the breath blends together. Jiang Zicheng’s dentition does not seriously resist the man’s attack, like a group of passive soldiers. After the general enters the city, he happily lets the city gate open, wishing to tie the city lord. Give it to the general as a trophy.

Soon, Jiang Zicheng's lips were muddy, and his breathing was messed up. Xie Beiwang is a wolf! It's still the head... The wolf who grabs its prey and doesn't let out a mouth! ! Can you ask the prey's opinion before you speak, the prey's mouth is bitten and swollen, how can I go to the company to meet people tomorrow...

Xie Beiwang was finally willing to let go of him, and instead pressed his lips to his lips, kissed lightly, and kissed again. After kissing like this, Jiang Zicheng felt that he was going to be transformed.

Xie Beiwang straightened up and looked down at Jiang Zicheng whose waist was softened by his kiss. The youth's clothes have long been messed up, and the low-collar T-shirt is red from the collarbone to the neck, as if he can hear the sound of boiling blood running hurriedly in his veins.

Xie Beiwang's voice was very low, with irrefutable overbearing: "Jiang Zicheng, I will give you two options."

"..."

"The first option, ‘Stay with Me’."

Jiang Zicheng looked at him pitifully and asked, "Me, can I listen to the second option?"

Xie Beiwang raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Or-'forced to be with me'."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

"Tell me, what do you choose?"

"I choose," Jiang Zicheng swallowed and said boldly, "Can I choose "or"?"

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Xie Beiwang: "………………"

Xie Beiwang smiled, he knew that this guy could always choose the one with zero points between the full score option and the passing option! He leaned down again and bit the lower lip of Koujiangzicheng severely, and he grunted aggrievedly in pain.

Then the man stood up from the sofa, and when the youth did not react, he directly carried him onto his shoulders!

Next to the living room is a small bedroom. Xie Beiwang carried Jiang Zicheng and strode towards the bedroom without hesitation.

Jiang Zicheng couldn't use his current position at all, so he could only struggle with no effect: "Xie Beiwang, what do you want, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, he instantly regretted it---Isn't it clear enough to say so many routines on the Internet? What else can Xie Beiwang do? This is to **** him! ! ! !

Unexpectedly, Xie Beiwang did not understand the online routines, and did not follow the online routines to answer.

His answer is more domineering, stronger, and more straightforward.

"You are not allowed to get out of bed if you don't use the things hanging on your doorknob just now."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

Jiang Zicheng: "!!!"

——Ri Yo, is today's "result" waiting for him here? ?