Depraved

一

In the bar box, the lights of various colors are strange.

Xu Song put his arms around a girl with heavy make-up, let her drink himself a sip of wine, and then turned his head to look at Fang Ting who was sitting on the sofa on the other side: "Oh, I said, Ah Ting, in this kind of place, There's no need to be reserved, is there?"

Fang Ting looked really reserved.

White shirt, black trousers, sitting there quietly, shaking a glass of red wine in his hand.A girl with a pointed chin and red lips sat on the sofa on the other side, looking dazed, as if she didn't know what to do.

Xu Song shook off the woman wrapped around him, stood up, staggered to the pointy chin, pulled her up, swayed a few more steps, and pushed her into Fang Ting's arms: "Ah Ting, don't you want to be happy?" Hahaha?"

The red wine splashed from the glass and sprinkled on the cuffs and chest, the red stains were particularly eye-catching on the white shirt.Fang Ting just stood up in a good-tempered manner, gave up his seat to Jaw, and helped Xu Song to his original seat, helping him to sit down.The woman who accompanied Xu Song took him obediently, Fang Ting nodded his approval, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Xu Song's phone number: "Sister Li, Xiao Song is in Miye, room 4, drunk, come here Pick him up so that nothing happens."

"I'm not drunk!" Xu Song wanted to stand up, but halfway up he sank back, still muttering, "I'm not drunk."

Fang Ting shook his head.

At this moment, Fang Ting's phone rang, looking at the two words on the caller ID, Fang Ting frowned and then relaxed.

What is Mu Shen looking for him for?

Things are done so quickly, do you want a reward?

Tsk, as expected of Mr. Mu, the efficiency is really high.

Flicking the icon to the small phone, Fang Ting adjusted his voice, and when he spoke, he spoke as clear as a spring: "Hello, is this Mr. Mu?"

In the city center, on the 26th floor of the Yang'ao Building, Mu Shen stood in front of the French windows, overlooking the city, with one hand in his pocket, and the other hand put the phone to his ear: "It's me."

"Is something wrong with Mr. Mu?"

Mu Shen pursed his lips, making his face look more stern.Thinking about it, he said, "Last time you said that you were interested in the second male role in "Chang'an". I communicated with Director Sun, and Director Sun is very satisfied with your appearance. If there is no accident, this role should be yours." .”

"Huh? Really?"

Pretending to be surprised, Mu Shen heard it too clearly.Is it because I expected it, or because I don't care at all?

"Aren't you going to treat me to a meal as a thank you?"

In the corridor outside the bar box, Fang Ting stood in a dark corner with a gloomy look on his face.The voice was as clear and clear as ever: "Okay. Mu is always busy, time is tight, and there are many entertainments. Come and decide the time and place."

"Just tonight, the location, um, you decide."

A sneer floated on the corner of his lips.He is courteous for nothing, rapes or steals. Unexpectedly, Mu Shen, who has always been known for his integrity, is also this kind of guy.

Really did not expect it?It has been five years since I entered this circle, what else do you think of?

His face was suddenly filled with tiredness, but his voice still maintained a perfect disguise: "I've never met before, and Mr. Mu gave me such a big gift. How can I treat him casually? How about this, come to my house and I'll cook for myself."

Isn't this exactly what they want?Eat a meal, talk, and somehow end up in bed.Better to be at home than in a hotel.

Hang up.

I stood in the corner for a long time, until I caught a glimpse of Sister Li stepping on her high heels into the box, put away her mobile phone, and went down the stairs next to her.

Passed by the stage and went to the bar to pay the bill.The bartender at the side played with the glass in his hand, it was crystal clear, and whistled: "Handsome guy, don't you want another glass?"

Fang Ting shook his head and smiled at him.He walked out the door without looking back, but he was sure that the bartender's eyes must be full of obsession—Fang Ting understood the magic power in his Guan Guli.

It is not glamorous, but clear and clear, like a green spring, but it has the power to confuse people's hearts.

He knew his talent from an early age.

But it wasn't until he was 21 that he learned to use this talent.

Take the elevator to the basement level, the garage.Mu Shen opened the car door and got in the car, but he didn't start the car for a long time.

His slender fingers rested on the steering wheel, and he gently grasped it and then released it.The lips are pursed even tighter.

Fang Ting invited me to his home.

Fang Ting cooks himself.

Does it mean that Fang Ting already regards me as a friend?

No, no, I was dazzled by joy.The establishment of basic trust cannot be achieved with just a few meetings, even if it helps him get an important role, it is far from enough-excessive hospitality will make him inexplicably vigilant.

But, I really can't wait, can't wait.There is no better way to approach him for the time being—really, I have rarely been so impulsive since I was an adult.

Closing his eyes, Fang Ting's face appeared in front of his eyes.

24 years old, but pure and clean like a young man, quiet and elegant, out of the hustle and bustle of the world, even at a noisy dance party, talking, laughing, drinking, dancing like everyone else, but has a completely different temperament from the people around him .

Feeling his gaze, Fang Ting turned around and gave him a polite smile.

That smile almost made him want to spend his whole life caring for it.

I still know my own sexual orientation.

However, would Fang Ting be willing to accept him?

The cups of wine at the ball were intertwined, and in the shadow of his clothes and temples, he kept that trace of heartbeat and put it away properly.

Of course, he, Mu Shen, was not the kind of procrastinating person. That night, he asked Uncle Qi to check Fang Ting's information, and gradually infiltrated several artists who had a good relationship with him.

Three days ago, it was Fang Ting's birthday, and he successfully got the invitation to the party.His appearance was very abrupt, and he knew that everyone would be surprised that President Shangzhuo specially went to a second-tier artist's birthday party.

But he couldn't wait, their worlds were too far apart.For this day, he laid the groundwork for three full months before he finally got such a reluctant "righteousness".

This time, he was surprisingly impatient.

Jaw tensed, Mu Shen opened his eyes.

Twist the key and step on the gas.

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