Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

What happened that night, Jiang Zicheng said that his memory had been fragmented, Cheng Cheng didn't understand, Cheng Cheng didn't know anything.

Before the incident happened, he protested a bit, but unfortunately he had thin arms and legs, but was kissed by Xie Beiwang twice, touched it twice, and he hummed and softened his waist.

They are all grown-ups. The company only stipulates that male artists under the age of 30 cannot fall in love and can't fry cp, and they can't have nightlife, right?

In short, a car that can't be described in detail drove past, leaving a lot of exhaust gas. But Jiang Zicheng was hit by the speeding big car.

He was hit by the waist first on the bed, and then hit the waist by the sofa in the living room. Then he was pressed in front of the bay window, and continued to hit the waist twice and three times.

Jiang Zicheng especially likes his own small bay windows. The small windows are very warmly arranged. The wide window sills are covered with thick woolen blankets. He even put the custom pillows that fans gave him there, and he often took selfies in front of the windows. .

However, that night, with his stiff back resting on the cold window, he was holding his silly smile in his arms and was throwing his legs apart, and he was hit by the big train twice and three times into the cave.

Bumping him while begging for mercy: "Woo, oooo, speeding, speeding is really bad!"

The man kissed his face, lips, and neck through a pillow, and bit his collarbone with his teeth, like a gluttonous wolf.

So this evening...

... Jiangzicheng, after its own continuous effort (zuo) (si), likes to mention the Harmony high-speed train.

Jiangzicheng was knocked down by the Harmony train. This evening train rushed all the way until the morning light appeared on the horizon, and then slowly stopped on the platform.

Xie Beiwang took Jiang Zicheng to the bathroom to clean up, and put him back on the bed with gentle hands and feet.

Jiang Zicheng's hands were soft, and his tears were all dry. If other third-line stars have experienced the unspoken rules of the boss for one night, they will become "rag dolls that have been played badly", but Jiang Zicheng is like a screaming chicken that has been played badly, except for "Ah... "Ah~~" "Ah!!!" Other than that, no sound came out.

He lay down on the edge of the bed softly and thought aggrieved: The fish cried and the water knew it, Xiaojiang Zicheng cried...the condoms all over the floor knew it! !

Xie Beiwang endured for more than half a year, and finally got enough food and drink to get what he wanted. He rinsed briefly, wrapped in water vapor, and slept beside Jiang Zicheng.

Under the soft cashmere quilt like a cloud, the two of them did not touch each other, their skins were close to each other.

Xie Beiwang's palm gently stroked along the curve of Jiang Zicheng's body, moving from his back to his sore waist, and then from his waist to the overused two buttocks.

Xie Beiwang was very satisfied and asked him: "Jiang... Chengcheng, do you have anything else to ask?"

He specifically called him "City City", hoping that this dull fellow would understand his hint.

Whether it was his heart for Jiang Zicheng, the past when they were young, or his plan for the future... As long as Jiang Zicheng asked, he had absolutely no reservations and poured it all out.

It's a pity...how can the people on earth capture the thinking curve of the magical little superman?

Jiang Zicheng blurted out: "Didn't you say that a box of condoms must be used up to get out of bed?"

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "WithdrawalWithdrawalWithdrawalWithdrawalWithdrawalWithdrawal!! User Jiangzicheng withdraws a voice!!"

"It's late." Xie Beiwang was completely sleepy, got up and took the unused condoms by the bed, unpacking them one by one.

Jiang Zicheng suppressed the quilt and rolled around, wrapping himself tightly in the quilt, like a silkworm, rushing back, "Mr. Xie, I, I, I, I, I'm just kidding, my mother. Ever since I was a child, I’ve said that I’m joking regardless of the occasion, and I’m itchy...

Xie Beiwang looked at him with heavy eyes: "You are not itchy."

"...?"

"You are itchy butt."

"...!"

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Jiang Zicheng slept until noon, and his hungry stomach squeaked.

He struggled to get up from the bed with his waist, his legs spread apart, his buttocks pouted, and the soreness continued from his waist to his thighs. He could only limp out of the bedroom while holding on to the wall.

There is no one in the living room. The original messy sofa cushions and floating window sills are all neatly cleaned up, and the trash can is even more clean. Not to mention the used condoms, even the used tissues are invisible! As for the giant group photo that caused everything, it also disappeared out of thin air.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

what is this? That **** Xie Beiwang ran to his house at night to unspokenly rule him. He tried twelve ways of eating chicken wings in one night, and only the bones of the chicken were left, but he patted his **** and ran away?

The more Jiang Zicheng thought about it, the more angry he got. He must have been hot pot hot oil last night, and he actually drove at speed with Xie Beiwang all night.

He didn't know if Xie Beiwang had a driver's license. He thought that a straight traffic light that he was innocent and straight was actually bumped into a bend like this.

Standing in the living room with clear windows, he complained loudly: "Xie Beiwang, you are the second man in this world who makes my legs so weak that I can't walk!"

Before the words fell, a man's voice rang behind him-"Who was the first?"

Jiang Zicheng was startled, and hurriedly turned around to look over, only to see a man appearing outside the hallway with a few exquisite take-out lunch boxes in his hand.

Jiang Zicheng: "...You didn't leave?"

Xie Beiwang: "Don't change the subject, who is the first man to make your legs so weak that you can't walk?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Xie Beiwang: "Say."

Jiang Zicheng: "It's my personal trainer in the gym."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

"Do you understand how to train hips and legs?" Jiang Zicheng squatted his hips confidently, "Dead squat and lunge, abduction and inward leg curls... Mr. Xie, why are your thoughts so complicated?"

Xie Beiwang knew that he had been circumvented by Jiang Zicheng again, and if he continued to entangle him, the topic would only become more biased.

He put the takeaway box in his hand on the dining table and asked Jiang Zicheng to come over to eat.

Jiang Zicheng procrastinated and walked to the dining table rather unnaturally. The kind of thing that couldn't be described in detail happened last night, and he hadn't figured out what kind of face he should use to face him.

Jiang Zicheng glanced at the meal box and asked curiously: "How did the takeaway come in? The community is strictly regulated, and even express delivery is not allowed."

Xie Beiwang helped him open the chair, took two thick and soft cushions on it, and motioned him to sit down. "I asked the assistant to buy it and send it over."

"Oh...wait!" Jiang Zicheng stiffened instantly, "Mr. Xie, did you ask the assistant to deliver it directly? Then your assistant doesn't know about us...we...we..."

Mr. Xie didn't return all night, and the next day he asked his assistant to buy food and send it to Jiang Zicheng's home. It must not be long before the whole company should know the unspoken rules for male artists under the surname Jiang under 30 years old by the company boss!

Xie Beiwang said, "An Xin, I just asked the assistant to deliver the food to my residence."

"Your residence?"

"What?" Xie Beiwang said, "This entire building was contracted by Ricci as the staff dormitory. I also live here. Is there anything unusual?"

...It's not uncommon, not uncommon, anyway, there are countless luxurious and well-decorated apartments in Beijing, and it is not uncommon to have such a small dormitory.

Jiang Zicheng only noticed that Xie Beiwang's clothes had already been changed. He wanted to change it in the temporary dormitory. Recalling Xie Beiwang's ban on the entrance and exit of the lobby on the first floor, the whole thing was a modern fable version of "waiting for the rabbit".

...

After the two of them had lunch, Jiang Zicheng slipped back to the bedroom to sleep, and Xie Beiwang took his laptop to work in the living room.

In fact, Jiang Zicheng slept a lot in the morning, and now he can't sleep at all. The bedroom door was not closed tightly, and the sound of typing on the keyboard leaked from the living room. The sound was extremely crisp. Occasionally, he would answer several important calls, using Chinese for a while and English for a while. He was afraid that Jiang Zicheng would be noisy, so he lowered his voice. More magnetic.

Jiang Zicheng was nestled in the quilt with only one pair of eyes exposed. He involuntarily turned over on the bed, looked in the direction of the bedroom door, and heard the faint voice of Xie Beiwang in his ears.

What kind of relationship are they...now?

Jiang Zicheng thought, is this a relationship?

They have met their parents, kissed lingeringly, and violently did something that only lovers can do last night.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Beiwang did not say a clear "I like you" or "I love you", but his eyes, his behavior, and his words have fully explained his inner thoughts.

Jiang Zicheng has acted in so many love scenes, it is still possible to see whether the person with whom he is acting in the opposite scene is false or true.

But Xie Beiwang's mind is very clear, but what about his own?

He remembered that on the way back to Beijing, Lu Xia joked that she was going to marry "Mr Xie". At that time, Jiang Zicheng was flustered, and his entire head was flooded with all kinds of information. From this point of view... If he doesn't like Xie Beiwang, it's impossible to think so much, right?

But what happened last night, if you say that the two love each other, it is a matter of course, it is far from being called. Jiang Zicheng feels that his mentality is more like "half push and half effort".

That's right-he was "just" in the end, but you can't ignore that he also "pushed"!

He was anxiously clumped in the quilt, his fingers broke the chubby foot peas, and he said in pieces: "I like him, I don't like him, I like him, I don't like him..."

After counting one foot, Jiang Zicheng liked him; after counting two feet, Jiang Zicheng didn't like him again.

Jiang Zicheng knew that the only knot in his heart was the nurturing future predicted at the beginning. But now that his prophecy has disappeared, is he still stuck here?

... Thinking about it, the sleepiness hit, Jiang Zicheng fell asleep in a daze.

Anyway, the sky is falling, and Xie Beiwang is holding it. As for other things, wait until his waist is not sore and his legs are not soft.

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Jiang Zicheng suffered from a kidney deficit. He lay at home for three full days, ate and slept, and had enough food. After three days, his belly was rounded.

In order to accompany him, Xie Beiwang did not go to the company for the past three days. He has been working in the living room of Jiangzicheng’s home. If he can control remotely, he will control remotely. If he really needs to attend the video conference, he will go back to his house and get dressed. Shirt, tie, suit jacket, hair neatly combed, and meeting with subordinates.

Jiang Zicheng took a look at the door of the bedroom, and saw Mr. Xie dignified, his upper body was handsome in a suit and leather shoes, but his lower body was wearing casual pants and plush slippers provided by Jiang Zicheng... This contrast is also quite warm_( :з)∠)_

Xie Beiwang works hard during the day, and needs to relax in the evening.

Jiang Zicheng protested: "You are relaxed! I'm going to be relaxed!"

Xie Beiwang said, "Then use your mouth?"

Jiang Zicheng: "No! Hands!"

Xie Beiwang immediately replied: "Okay:

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Wait, is this the legendary "He wants to open a door on the wall, you disagree, but if he says he wants to smash a big hole in the wall, you just say you should install the window"?

...

Originally such a relaxing day could last for a while. This evening, when the two were doing intense finger exercises, Jiang Zicheng's phone rang.

Brother Hu's name gleamed on the phone screen, and Jiang Zicheng hurriedly called the midfielder to stop and answered the phone.

"Weizicheng? You will have nothing to do tomorrow, right?" Hu said, "Come to the company tomorrow."

Jiang Zicheng: "What's the matter?"

Brother Hu: "Director Wu is looking for you."

"...Can you push? Director Wu and I are separated by several levels, and I really don't want to talk to him."

Director Wu is the artist director of Rich Entertainment, in charge of countless celebrities up and down the Rich Group. When 90% of the artists see him, they must respectfully hold him. After Jiang Zicheng came back from Venice half a year ago, I met him. At that time, Director Wu's oiliness left a very deep impression on him.

Brother Hu: "No. But you can rest assured, this is a regular conversation, it should be about the work progress of the past six months, and your future work plan, I will accompany you, don't worry."

Jiang Zicheng reluctantly responded and arranged to meet with the company at ten tomorrow.

When he hung up the phone, Jiang Zicheng had no thoughts. He took Xiaojiang Zicheng out of Xie Beiwang's hand, rushed into the bed again, closed his eyes and started counting the stars.

Xie Beiwang: "...you just leave me here?"

Jiang Zicheng closed his eyes, stretched out a hand from the bed, and pointed out the bedroom far away: "Go out and turn right. The bathroom is opposite the restaurant. The switch to the left is cold water."

Xie Beiwang: "..."

Jiang Zicheng lazily opened his eyes and saw that Xie Bei looked down and his body was still high, he arched his waist and said to him earnestly, "Thank you, little, you are so tall, you are a big child, you should learn to take a cold bath by yourself. La."