The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

"Toffee can't help me."

A low voice resounded softly in the empty room.

The posture of the two is ambiguous, and the distance is very close.

Song Yan didn't care about anything else, he just looked down at Lu Zhen's blue veins bursting out of pain, and frowned worriedly: "Then what should I do..."

go to the hospital?

Do you want to check it out, or...

The man's warm body got closer, and the collar clip fell to the ground at some point. He arched his back, and the navy blue tie scratched Song Yan's chest soaked in water, and passed through the middle as he breathed.

Light and itchy.

Song Yan blushed inexplicably.

Lu Zhen stared at the tips of his ears that were gradually turning red, and said slowly, "Do you want to help me?"

"Ah."

Song Yan turned his head subconsciously.

The big hand that was caressing the back of his neck moved up inch by inch, five powerful fingers wrapped around the back of his head, and tightened little by little, forcing him to raise his head and raise his chin to look at the man in front of him.

The outline is clear, the brows are faint, but the eyes are very deep.

Just staring at him like that, as if trying to tear him apart.

Song Yan bit her lip: "How, how can I help?"

The man didn't answer, just lowered his head, his thin lips almost brushed his cheeks, and stopped at the base of his ears.

"Just don't move." He said hoarsely, "Let me smell it."

The voice was very low, gently touching Song Yan's earlobe.

The breath is hot and thin, more itchy than a tie.

smell……?

Is that what he meant?

Song Yan blinked his eyes, a little confused.

However, in the next second, the man gave the answer with practical actions.

Lu Zhen closed her eyes, tried her best to resist the urge to bite his neck, and took a deep breath.

The rich and sweet taste instantly filled the nostrils.

He lowered his head, his tall nose followed the delicate line of the young man's neck all the way down, occasionally brushing against the fragile and sensitive skin of the neck.

The breath brushed his Adam's apple one after another.

Song Yan was so nervous that he even held his breath.

He felt like his heart was beating too fast.

Turning his hands away, his fingertips clasped the wall of the sink hard, but his whole body trembled involuntarily.

Lu Zhen paused.

He looked up, his pupils were very dark.

Song Yan held his breath, and his voice trembled a little: "Will this make you feel better?"

Lu Zhen hummed.

In fact, it can be more comfortable, just let him bite.

But he was afraid of scaring him, so he could only do his best to restrain his crazy desires, and use this compromise method to greedily feel the charming smell of the young man.

He said in a low voice, "Very comfortable."

The breath is hot.

Song Yan... his legs are a little weak.

One lost his footing and nearly slipped to the ground.

The point is, as soon as Lu Zhen spoke, his ears and tail began to move impatiently again!

Lu Zhen sniffed him lightly, her jaw moved slightly: "What's wrong?"

The boy in his arms straightened his back immediately: "It's nothing!"

Just stop talking.

As if diverting his attention, the boy moved his eyes uncomfortably, "Then, what..."

"Huh? What?"

Ahhhhh!

Please stop talking so close!

His ears are really out of control!

Song Yan wants to shut his mouth right now...

He rolled his eyes twice, and suddenly remembered something: "Ah that, let's eat a toffee!"

After speaking, he quickly peeled off the candy wrapper, pinched the milky white soft candy with a few fingers, stretched out his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When he closed his hand, his fingertips were lightly scratched by the tip of his teeth.

So, before Song Yan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw Lu Zhen's eyes... deeper and deeper.

Almost at the same time, his wrist was also gently grabbed by a big hand.

The man stared at his fingertips: "There are more here."

Song Yan: "?"

"Toffee." Lu Zhen said.

Then she turned her head to the side, bit by bit holding his finger.

Song Yan: "!!!"

He watched Lu Zhen close his eyes, and let out a comfortable low moan from his throat, and his thin breath fluttered between his fingers.

Shi Sui tossed and turned twice knowingly, changed a finger, continued, continued.

Biting and biting, Lu Zhen paused slightly.

Song Yan followed his gaze, glanced at the glass door next to him, and immediately stopped.

The silhouettes of two men are reflected in the reflective glass door.

Lu Zhen's chin was slightly lowered, holding a section of her white wrist, and a slender finger was contained in her light-colored thin lips.

The young boy in his arms was pressed against the edge of the sink with a flushed face, his head... on his head were two...

The fluffy ears are pointy! ! !

Just a little bit, risking on the top of the fluffy head.

Song Yan's whole body tightened, and he quickly covered his head with one hand, and pressed down hard.

Anxiously getting angry in my heart, I controlled it.

Ah ah ah ah ah!

go back!go back!go back!

He was so anxious that he was about to cry, and finally plugged his ears back.

call.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly.

Otherwise it will be discovered.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Lu Zhen's jaw moved slightly, and his teeth bit his fingertips lightly twice.

Song Yan couldn't hold back, and trembled slightly.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He he he, the little ears in his hands, grew out again.

This time, more than one ear was pointy.

He felt it, as if it had grown out...

No, not like!

It's true, it's grown!

The kind that can't be taken back for a while!

Song Yan's heart was beating fast, and he tightly covered his ears.

But his palm is too small.

So, he could only just look at the glass mirror, the little snow-white ear on the left... popped out from between his fingers.

He looked at Lu Zhen.

Lu Zhen also looked at his... ears.

Song Yan panicked, moved his palm, and quickly covered it!

However, as soon as he covered his left ear, the right ear popped out again.

Song Yan: "..."

It was already embarrassing enough, but there was a man's chuckle in his ears: "I still bought it this time?"

Song Yan continued: "..."

He was like a discouraged little ball, hanging his hands limply.

Forget it, give up struggling.

The first time he bit his finger, the pain on Lu Zhen's body was obviously lessened. In fact, the pain was gone after the bite, but he still rolled and turned instinctively.

I didn't expect to see the boy's pretty little ears popping out little by little.

Song Yan had obviously given up on covering up.

He only opened a pair of misty deer eyes and looked at himself, wanting to cry but not crying, his body trembling, and the two snow-white ears on top of his fluffy head trembled.

As his teeth tightened and loosened, the tips of his ears curled up nervously.

Cute as hell.

"So," he couldn't hold back, and laughed softly, "The little ear I touched last time is your own?"

In the living room, Song Yan hung his head listlessly.

After a while, he raised his head, with a serious face, and said cautiously: "This matter must not be let to a third person!"

Seeing Lu Zhen nodding, Song Yan exhaled.

To show his sincerity, he coughed dryly, "Of course, I won't tell anyone about your illness! The two of us will keep each other secret."

After thinking about it, I still feel very depressed.

Lu Zhen's illness just looked a little scary. Compared with his strange illness, it was nothing.

He was dejected: "I'm so unlucky, why did I get this strange disease! Fortunately, no one else found out, otherwise I must think I'm a monster."

After finishing speaking, he raised his head vigilantly, "You don't think I'm a monster too, do you?"

"No." Lu Zhen glanced at him, "Very cute."

Song Yan was slightly stunned: "Huh?"

Lu Zhen thought about it again, and continued to describe: "Very beautiful, very soft, and very comfortable to touch."

Song Yan: "..."

He suddenly thought of the scene when he was pinched by Lu Zhen last time, and his face turned red again...

He covered his face and said in a small voice, "Stop talking."

Lu Zhen smiled, "In comparison, I'm a monster."

Song Yan comforted: "Although your illness looks terrible, but...but just smell it, cough, it will be fine, well, at most, you can bite your finger."

Lu Zhen said lightly: "Not only."

"what?"

"It's not just about biting your fingers."

As long as it was Song Yan, he wanted to bite anywhere.

It is best to bite off inch by inch.

Song Yan: "..." That's really scary.

But the person who bit him was Lu Zhen, so it didn't seem so scary.

Just ...

Song Yan struggled for a while: "Then next time I will let you bite it, but remember to bite harder."

After a pause, he whispered, "I'm ticklish."

……

Probably because it wasn't the first time that he had exposed his "illness" in front of Lu Zhen, Song Yan didn't feel relieved this time, but felt a sense of relief.

Of course, it was also possible that he had also grasped Lu Zhen's condition.

Exchanging small secrets with each other is of course far more comfortable than the other party unilaterally grasping their own secrets.

Song Yan didn't think much about it at night, and fell asleep directly.

In the dream, the fingertips were itchy.

Song Yan fell asleep soundly, but in the small noodle shop on the other side of Pingcheng, Yuan Wei and his wife were still sitting in the shop with the lights on, dumbstruck.

Today is such a magical day! !

Song Yan had just left, and not long after, three or five little girls came.

He stopped at the door of the store, looked at his phone and looked up at his own signboard, and then ran in excitedly: "Hi boss, may I ask if this place in Song Yan's Weibo is your store?"

Weibo?

Yuan Wei was a little dazed, and just about to answer, he heard a little girl scream: "Ah! This is it! I saw the pot used by Yan Zai!"

When Fang Fang heard this, she was excited: "Ahhh! The pot used by Yan Zai!"

While taking out his mobile phone to take pictures, he turned to Yuan Wei, "Boss, how do you sell the fried beef sauce that Song Yan made?"

Yuan Wei was stunned for a moment: "Uh, the beef sauce is the seasoning in the noodles, and it's not just for sale."

Fang Fang waved his hand: "Then give each of us a bowl, please put more beef sauce, hee hee."

Today's beef sauce is a little overcooked, and Yuan Wei is worried that he won't be able to sell it, so he smiled naively: "No problem."

After working in the kitchen for a while, he scooped up a large spoonful of beef sauce for all five of them and took it out.

The five little girls ate heartily, boasting non-stop while eating.

The little girls here hadn't finished eating yet, and then three more girls came in, who looked like students from the Academy of Fine Arts next door.

Sure enough, several people walked in and asked, "When will they come back from sketching?"

"I guess it will take at least a week."

"Fortunately, I didn't go. Hey, why are you here? Do you want to eat noodles?"

The girl at the front smiled and said, "I checked Weibo today and saw that Song Yan had bought this store, so come and have a taste."

"Song Yan? Who is it?"

"Idol training camp champion..."

"Oh oh oh, looks pretty good."

Xiaoling regained her senses, and walked into the store worriedly. From a distance, she saw several tables of customers sitting in the small noodle shop that was originally deserted.

There were still a few people at the door, pointing to their store, talking and laughing and walking in.

She walked into the store with her big belly, and was a little surprised: "Have the students returned to school?"

Yuan Wei shook his head and explained in a stumbling manner.

The couple have never played Weibo or anything, so they seem to understand, but at least one thing is clear. These people only came after seeing Song Yan's advertisement.

Yuan Wei was very happy: "I can sell a lot of money today!"

A smile appeared on Xiaoling's sad and gloomy face, but it soon faded away.

Hey.

These little girls should just be trying something new.

I don't know how many days such a good business can last.

Just as I was thinking, I saw a tall man walking towards the entrance of the store.

Blue T-shirt, gray and black slacks, he looks tall and handsome.

However, he wore a peaked cap on his head, which was pressed down extremely low.

Looks sneaky...

Then, this sneaky person walked into the store, glanced around even more sneakily, walked up to Yuan Wei, and lowered his voice: "Boss, I want all the beef sauce that Song Yan fried! "

Yuan Wei quickly waved his hands: "No, no, how can I do business if you want it all! Not just selling, not just selling! You can only sell face to face."

Although he is honest, he is not stupid.

Yan Yan is not with him every day, how can such a one-shot deal be done!

The peaked cap frowned: "Okay, then give me a bowl of noodles."

After a pause, he said in an arrogant tone, "More beef sauce."

After finishing speaking, he found a place to sit down, and still stretched his neck to look into other people's bowls, swallowing his saliva greedily.

Raising the volume, he urged, "Hurry up, hurry up."

Fang Fang was taking pictures to show to the friends in the group, when she heard a familiar voice, she turned her head and saw a tall man sitting on the square table opposite.

Peaked cap, sunglasses.

A face was tightly covered.

But for some reason, although she couldn't see the face, she always felt that this person's figure was a little familiar.

She poked and poked around this man secretly, her eyes slowly moved to the blue T-shirt on his body.

Hey, isn't this the same style as hers?

It's still Sai'er's!

It's the same as the hair that Yanzai gave Geng Tianwang!