The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

It was already midnight when I got home last night, the next morning, the alarm clock rang for a while, before Song Yan poked out a small hand from under the quilt, fumbled for the phone, and pressed it twice based on feeling.

The alarm sound stopped abruptly.

After a while, he rubbed his eyes with difficulty, finally struggled to get up and get out of bed.

Walk lazily to the bathroom.

Lu Zhen glanced at him, reached out, took off the toothbrush, squeezed the toothpaste, and handed it to him.

Song Yan still half-closed his eyes in a daze, subconsciously took it, and stuffed it in his mouth, but he couldn't help but leaned on Lu Zhen sleepily.

While brushing his teeth slowly, he fell asleep without hindrance.

Lu Zhen's neck was tickled by Song Yan's short, fluffy hair. He looked down at his head leaning against his shoulder, and the pile of bristly bristles on his head, and couldn't help but chuckled: "Why are you dozing off? Like this?"

Song Yan yawned.

It's not because I lived outside the night before and didn't sleep well...

Obviously when he was filming before, he lived happily in a hotel alone, but this time he couldn't sleep.

I tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep.

Finally fell asleep, and had a series of dreams.

Shopping with Lu Zhen, cleaning the house with Lu Zhen, and...

I worked hard all day yesterday, so it's no wonder I didn't fall asleep so early this morning.

Due to this kind of reason, I felt embarrassed when I said it. I just lowered my head and changed the subject: "What time did you go to bed last night?"

"Three o'clock." Lu Zhen filled his mouthwash cup with warm water and handed it to him, "Brush your teeth quickly."

The two talked a few words, and Song Yan gradually became sober. He took a toothbrush and brushed his teeth seriously, while looking up at the mirror in front of him.

In the mirror, two men, one tall and one short, were wearing cotton pajamas of the same style and color, standing in front of the log-colored sink.

One is obediently brushing his teeth with a toothbrush, while the other is applying white shaving foam to his face, holding the razor in his right hand, and shaving in front of the mirror.

Song Yan's eyes fell on him involuntarily.

Lu Zhen propped one hand on the sink, the muscles on his arms protruded slightly, he moved closer to the mirror, his chin slightly lifted, and his cold and thin lines were immediately visible.

The neck was long and slender, with blue blood vessels hidden under the cold white skin, slightly bulging as his Adam's apple rolled.

The razor works from top to bottom, scraping off the light blue stubble and excess foam on the face.

At the end, his big hand holding the razor suddenly stopped.

"Song Yan." Lu Zhen said.

Song Yan was watching intently, when he suddenly heard him calling his name, he subconsciously replied: "Yes."

Lu Zhen glanced at him, met his ignorant eyes, stared at him for a few seconds, and then said softly in a low and hoarse voice, "If you look at me like that again, something will happen."

Song Yan decided to ignore Lu Zhen for a few minutes! !

It's not that I ignored him on purpose, but I was shy... very shy... so shy that I didn't want to talk to him at all!

Lu Zhen took a shower, and when he came out, Song Yan was still blushing, not daring to look at him.

He rolled his eyes and curled his lips imperceptibly.

Not daring to tease him anymore, she turned around and entered the bedroom pretending to be ignorant.

After changing his shirt, when he came out, he saw that the blush on Song Yan's face had faded a lot, so he pretended to ask casually, "Are you going to the hospital today?"

Song Yan regained his strength and nodded: "Yeah."

Thinking of his newborn fat nephew, he couldn't help but describe to Lu Zhen with bright eyes:

"Do you know how much he weighs? He weighs seven pounds!"

"Yuan Wei sent me a video yesterday, she looks so pretty!"

"The hands are small, the feet are small, and the cry is not small. That little guy is crying so loudly!"

Song Yan talked a lot, and as he talked, he couldn't wait to pull Lu Zhen towards the door: "Hurry up, hurry up, let's go there!"

Lu Zhen reached out helplessly, and hooked up the tie on the shelf with his index finger: "Wait a minute, I'll wear a tie."

"tie?"

Song Yan was taken aback for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, he quickly took the tie away from his hand.

Lu Zhen raised his eyes to look at him, and saw the young man stretch out his hand, and hooked a few fingers, "Come here."

"how?"

"I'll tie it for you."

Song Yan moved closer to Lu Zhen, and the navy blue silk tie slipped across the back of his neck.

Lu Zhen raised eyebrows and looked at him with indifferent eyes: "Isn't it possible?"

Song Yan loosely grasped one side of the tie with his fingers, circled the other side awkwardly, and said in a small voice, "I just learned it yesterday."

Yesterday he wore a dress for the first time, and it was also the first time he put on a suit. He declined the dressmaker's offer to help him tie a tie. He learned it several times with a tie, and finally learned it after stuttering.

Lu Zhen lowered her eyes, and saw his small hand stretched out under her eyelids, a small piece of thin white wrist, and a small semicircular carpal bone protruding between the wrists.

The little hands kept fiddling with the slender tie, and the fingertips brushed against his thin shirt from time to time.

The restlessness that had just been suppressed by the cold shower surged up again, and Lu Zhen looked away: "What are you doing learning this, you don't usually need it."

Song Yan held his breath, carefully tied a knot, and then heaved a sigh of relief. While passing the other half of the tie through the knot, he said, "You can use it."

"Ok?"

Song Yan didn't answer, and slowly pushed up the not-so-pretty tie knot with his fingers.

Then he lowered his head and paused for two seconds.

In the quiet air, his thumb pinched nervously on the pulp of his index finger, and finally mustered up the courage to explain in a low voice: "What you must do when you are in love..."

Song Yan raised his head and met the dark eyes of the man in front of him.

He bit his lip, "Article [-], help your boyfriend tie his tie."

The voice was soft and light, probably because of being too shy, the ending was unconsciously tinged with tremors, which made Lu Zhen's breathing tight.

——Song Yan who helped her boyfriend tie his tie was really terrible.

Lu Zhen lowered her head, staring straight at the young man in front of her with darker eyes, her eyes swept inch by inch from his crimson ear tips, as if misty eyes, and finally settled on his soft lips superior.

Lu Zhen's Adam's apple rolled a few times impatiently.

Unable to hold back anymore, he stretched out his hand and clasped the boy's wrist that was holding his tie, and while pulling it down, he leaned over.

The low and light breathing sounded softly in Song Yan's ears, and the hot breath brushed past his chin and brushed against the thin skin of his neck, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Instinctively feeling the danger, he subconsciously took two steps back, and his vest slammed against the cold wall.

The tall figure enveloped him, with a hormonal aura unique to men.

Song Yan was at a loss, and his voice became softer: "Lu Zhen..."

In the next second, his lips were tightly blocked by the man.

……

I don't know how long it took before the man in front of him let him go.

Lu Zhen bent her waist, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against the young man's smooth forehead, panting softly.

Song Yan was panting even more, and looked at Lu Zhen with reddened eyes, as if accusing.

Lu Zhen couldn't hold back, lowered her head again, and pecked his eyelids twice, with a hoarse voice: "Things you must do when you are in love, Article [-]."

He stretched out his hand, straightened the messy tie little by little, and smiled in a low voice, "After your boyfriend helps you tie the tie, remember to kiss him."