Whose Little Eyes Haven’t Seen the Actor Yet

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Xie Chang'an asked and hit the center. Jiang Zicheng thought that his defense was invulnerable. In front of the opponent, it was as fragile as seaweed.

Jiang Zicheng was asked.

——Does he dare to tell "others" about his own powers?

——He dare not.

He is no longer a child. He knows that his abilities can't save the world. Even if he tells others, he doesn't have to worry about the destruction of the earth. However, adults have more concerns than children.

He is afraid of being looked at with colored eyes, afraid of others contacting him maliciously, afraid of being caught by Frankenstein for research, afraid of everyone thinking that he is an opportunistic villain.

He has so many and so many reasons that he has remained silent until now.

——But Xie Beiwang, is it "someone else"?

...

Xie is the actor in his own eyes and the big villain in the eyes of others. Mr. Chang'an, with his beautiful secretary and beautiful little lover, walked away proudly.

Leaving Jiang Zicheng alone, wandering around in the studio like a wandering soul.

When Brother Hu found him, he saw Jiang Zicheng desperately leaning against a row of bamboos used as props, stalking bamboo leaves there.

There was something in his mouth: "Tell him, don't tell him, tell him, don't tell him, tell him, don't tell him..."

Brother Hu: "Oh, don't heal! Good bamboo will be turned into sugar cane by you!"

Jiang Zicheng was stupefied by Hu Ge La to remake his styling. Fortunately, his single makeup photo was done in the morning, and in the afternoon it was an interactive group photo between several characters. When it was the turn of the three male protagonists, the old, middle-aged and the young, to take a group photo, Huang Yue was very worried, behaved in a state of inferior state than Jiang Zicheng, and seemed to be worried about which team the father and son were in.

This day's work ended later than expected.

Around March, it was warm and cold at first, and the outdoor spring was cold, but the indoor studio was illuminated by countless high-powered headlights, and the wigs were dull and dull, Jiang Zicheng was sweating hotly. He felt like he had taken a sauna, and his entire back was wet.

He slipped himself into his overcoat and walked outside.

Brother Hu left his twin assistants behind and said he wanted to discuss matters. "Zicheng, you go out first, the nanny car is parked in the old place."

Jiang Zicheng didn't think much, but tremblingly responded, wrapped himself into a ninja with a scarf, and ran all the way to the parking lot.

These studios are located in the suburbs away from the city center. The district government has designated a piece of land, known as the "film and entertainment incubation base". In fact, it is surrounded by a deserted area. At night, there are no people and even take-out milk tea. No one will come if the delivery fee is increased to 30 yuan.

The parking lot was big enough to accommodate thousands of cars, but it was too late now, only a few cars were sleeping under the street lights.

Jiang Zicheng was a little afraid of the dark. He turned on his mobile phone to illuminate the road, and the parking grid was painted on the ground, and it was also marked with a number.

The nanny car is parked at No. 69 in the H area.

Jiang Zicheng took small steps and ran along the landmark.

There are not many cars in H area, but the strange thing is that Jiangzicheng went around H area several times, but did not find the familiar nanny car.

Just as he started the third lap, an SUV parked on the side of the road suddenly bounced open the rear door, a pair of big hands stretched out from the car, and suddenly dragged Jiang Zicheng into the car! !

Jiang Zi Chenggen didn't take any precautions, how could he expect to be attacked suddenly? !

He staggered and fell directly into the back seat, in a panic.

And the one who dragged him? Sitting steadily in the darkness, as if waiting for him to throw himself into the trap.

Jiang Zicheng was shocked, and before he could react, a pair of familiar lips greeted him in the darkness.

The thin lips were hot and the kiss was particularly emotional.

Neither of them has the habit of using lipstick or smoking, so there is no extra flavor in this kiss. If you taste it carefully, you can only taste the true feeling of longing for three minutes.

A man always bites his lover's lower lip with his pointed canine teeth. He obviously doesn't look like a person who can make such extraordinary movements, but when he bites, he always uses extra force.

Every time Jiang Zicheng was bitten by him, his lip was swollen, and he felt hot and painful when he touched it. Jiang Zicheng suspected that he was a fat and thin super rib reincarnated into a fine, otherwise, how could he explain that this wild wolf would not let out his mouth as soon as he grabbed him?

In the dark, I don't know how long this kiss has been, only the constant sound of moist water echoing in the confined space.

When the man let go of him, Jiang Zicheng had already panted until his entire face flushed.

How can there be such a prank? ! ! Where is the surprise, it is obviously fright! ! !

Jiang Zicheng was so frightened, he blurted out: "I--"

It's a pity that the dirty word at the back was picked up by the man faintly before it could be spoken.

Xie Beiwang: "—Fuck?"

Jiang Zicheng: "..." He hurriedly sat down in the back seat and said obediently, "No fuck, no fuck."

There was no light in the car, but there was a dim yellow street light in the distance, accompanied by a bright moonlight, dangling into the car. Jiang Zicheng's eyes have become accustomed to the darkness. With that little light, he glanced in the direction of a man---噫! What is that bulging up between your legs, the big sausage smuggled back from Italy!

Jiang Zicheng clenched his buttocks and hurriedly pretended to look at the scenery, looking at the dark parking lot outside the window: "Ah, Mr. Xie, it's a coincidence. But I think it's getting late, do you still have jet lag when you come back from abroad? Ah, why don't you go back today and take a good rest and my agent and assistant will be out soon..."

Xie Beiwang directly stretched out a hand, squeezed his thumb and index finger into his cheek, squeezing him into a goldfish mouth, then dragged his chin with his palm, and smashed the little goldfish toward him.

Jiangzicheng: 030

Xie Beiwang leaned forward and said with a deep voice, "Do you think, why did Hu Ning let you come to the parking lot alone?"

Jiang Zicheng reacted instantly: "You bought them!!"

Xie Beiwang said, "Buy it? No, it's me who pays them."

Jiang Zicheng despairing of Liao, cursed sadly: "Day..."

Xie Beiwang: "Okay."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "???"

Jiang Zicheng: "!!!"

then--

——They were in the night.

...

The car bumped all the way in the dark.

Anyway, there was no one around, so they drove on the highway all the way.

Jiang Zicheng first lay on his side in the back row; later he felt a little cramped, so he lay on the door of the car; but after such a long time with waist tiredness, he still felt comfortable lying in the front passenger seat.

When he first got on the expressway, Jiang Zicheng still supported Xie Beiwang to talk, but the car drove faster and faster, and Xie Beiwang kept driving on the expressway, but he refused to get off Jiangzicheng.

Jiang Zicheng was tired and exhausted. At first, he thought it was fun to drag a car on a high speed, but he couldn't do it anymore. He felt motion sick just sitting there still.

How moved after the reunion? How about the tenderness after a long absence? What about the emotion after breaking the shackles?

Is it really good to be so familiar with the second drag racing?

Jiang Zicheng knelt on the ground between the front and rear rows and complained softly, "Can you drive slower?"

Xie Beiwang thought for a while and agreed. He slowed down and drove on the road very slowly.

I don't know when the skylight opened, and the bright moonlight fell on Jiangzicheng's naked back. Under the love of the moonlight, his skin seemed to be condensed from the boundless moonlight.

Xie Beiwang asked him if he was cold.

Jiang Zicheng sniffed and said, "Hold it tightly and it won't be cold."

Hold it tighter then.

※

When Jiang Zicheng woke up again, he was lying in a bedroom he had never seen before.

Just from the area of ​​the bedroom, you can tell that this apartment must be huge. Jiang Zicheng leaned on his waist and turned around, feeling that his lower body was like the wheel that ran too fast and flew out during a racing game.

Could this be his fate after the "scumbag" prodigal son turned his head back? Although he promised to be "responsible" to Xie Beiwang, this method of "responsibility" is too drastic, right? ? ?

Hey, it's too hard to be a scumbag.

Xie Beiwang's voice came from outside the bedroom. It sounded like he was on the phone. He spoke very fast, using English. Although Jiang Zicheng's English is okay, it is useless to encounter professional vocabulary. He listened for a long time, and barely understood that Xie Beiwang's work call should be related to the recent "independence" of the music department.

The more Jiang Zicheng listened, the worse his expression became. When he thought of Xie Beiwang running around for the company, his biological father was thinking of plotting against him, so he couldn't wait to rush out and shout to stop!

So Jiang Zicheng lifted the quilt and jumped up-"pop!"

Jiang Zicheng softened his legs and fell directly on the thick wool carpet.

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

Jiang Zicheng: "………………"

The fate of the scumbag. Learn to be responsible.

OK, fine.

The movement of his fall was so loud that Xie Beiwang, who was calling in the living room, had no time to hang up, so he pushed the door and looked over.

Jiang Zicheng lay on the ground, squeezing out an artificial expression of "I\\\\\\\'mfinethankyou", and waved his hand.

The smile in Xie Beiwang's eyes flashed.

He turned his head and said a few more words on the other end of the phone, then hung up, walked to Jiang Zicheng, leaned over and hugged him.

This time, it was no longer a "sack-carrying" with no demeanor, but one hand across his knee, one hand supporting his shoulder, and hugging him into his arms.

Jiang Zicheng was hugged off the ground, shook his body, quickly grabbed the man's shirt, and exhorted him in shock: "You, you, you, you, you, you, don't throw me down!"

"Ok."

"I don't want to lie down anymore, you can send me to the living room."

"Ok."

"At noon I want to eat Xinghualou's crab claw porridge, crab noodles and crab meat buns!"

"Ok."

Every time Jiang Zicheng said a word, he had to carefully look at the man's face. Seeing that he had made several requests, Xie Beiwang responded calmly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt untrue.

Is this the same Xie Beiwang? The most common smiles are sneers, smirks, and sneers. In short, Xie Beiwang, who doesn't smile decently? The most common tone is Xie Beiwang who can't speak in a normal tone.

Even Xie Beiwang had never treated him so kindly during the six months he had pursued him.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he felt the warmth of the family as soon as his prodigal son turned his head back!

Jiang Zicheng said carefully: "If you let others know that you still have such a considerate side, they will be surprised."

Xie Beiwang put him gently on the sofa, looked at his eyes, and answered calmly: "But you are not a'other'."

Jiang Zicheng: "..."

——But you are not "someone else".

The simplest words, like a sharp arrow passing through the hall, are the strongest and most vulnerable place in Jiangzi City's heart.

Jiangzicheng is not "others".

Nor is Xie Beiwang.

Jiang Zicheng kept a secret until he grew up. There were so many reasons for him to be afraid, but he had no reason to be afraid of Xie Beiwang.

Xie Changan said, "People cannot bet on their hearts." Xie Changan said, "I understand Xie Beiwang's character." Xie Changan said, "Dare you tell him this secret?"

And Jiang Zicheng's answer is: Thaksin, he understands, and he dares.

This is his lover. If even love can't believe in this world, then Jiang Zicheng really doesn't know what else to believe.

... Thinking of this, Jiang Zicheng mustered up the courage to hold back Xie Beiwang, who was about to get up and leave.

Xie Beiwang thought he was acting like a baby, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Xie Beiwang, what I say next, please listen carefully to me--" Jiang Zicheng said quickly, "--The new company that Mr. Xie wants to set up is not based on'Chang'an Music', but'Chang'an Entertainment'. He wants to be an entertainment company for film, television, and music, and he will even poach many artists from the company. He has no father-son relationship with you, and he can stabb you at any time!"

Xie Beiwang was silent for a while, as if analyzing the amount of information in this passage. He asked cautiously: "Where did you hear this from other artists?"

"No, this is what I saw with my own eyes-Xie Beiwang, I want to confess one thing to you." Jiang Zicheng closed his eyes slightly, courage, this kind of thing, is exhausted in one go, if he does this I can’t say it this time, and I’ll never say it again.

"This incident may surprise you, scare you, and puzzle you."

"But I swear, I have never done anything bad with it."

"I have never told anyone about this, but as you said, you are not'others'."

"Xie Beiwang," Jiang Zicheng opened his eyes, staring at the lover in front of him, and said word by word, "I--can see the future."