reigning king

Turning around, he was pressed against the door, the kiss was hot and eager to seek, tyrannical and domineering, "Slow down, slow down." The man who was pressed down groaned from time to time, his skin was very fair , the navy blue suit he was wearing had been wrinkled by the man. He squinted slightly at the man lying on his neck, rubbed his hands back and forth on his back, raised his chin slightly, the back of his head Leaning against the door, the violent man pressed close to his ear and panted violently, stopped his movements, the room was so quiet that only the sound of the two breathing at the same time could be heard, the man pinched his rear hip with one hand, Putting one hand on his waist, she pressed it against his ear and breathed softly: "You don't know how much you seduced people tonight."

After Huo Lang opened his eyes, he found that the light outside the window was very glaring. He was sleeping on a white sheet, covered with a white quilt that smelled like men's perfume, and the citrus mixed with the faint scent of green grass. He raised his right hand to cover his eyes , but found that his body was not covered with silk, and his lower body was still a little painful (?). He regained his energy, sat up from the bed, and looked around the room. Looking at the room, the bed under him was also king size, with a thin layer of curtains drawn by the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and a mobile phone and a note were placed on the bedside table not far away. Huo Lang dragged his body to the bedside table He moved there, but found that the tearing pain under his body became more and more obvious. He blushed and understood what was wrong with his body. The note still had the smell of perfume on it, and it was written with a pen. Beautiful round script, written in French "Good morning, charming danger", the impression in Huo Lang's mind seems that he has never learned French, but he understands this word, and his mind is constantly filled with other people. Unfamiliar with the pictures and memories, he put down the note and picked up the phone. There were 50 missed calls on it. It was a person whose name was Christina. He immediately called back.

"Ho Lang, where are you!"

There was a loud shout on the other end of the phone. What surprised Huo Lang most was that this Christina was actually a man and his strong New York accent showed his identity as a foreigner. He suppressed the shock in his heart and replied calmly: "What? thing."

"You can't go to this year's big show! You want to strike, don't you! I'll give you 15 minutes to arrive at the scene!"

"Hello..." Before he finished speaking, the other end of the phone was cut off. The man seemed very angry. Huo Lang was at a loss, but something suddenly jumped out of his mind. A carp rolled and got up from the bed and rushed Shower and dress.

But the moment he looked in the mirror, he froze. Who the hell is this?He touched his face and looked up and down. This face looked to be in his early 20s at most. His skin was fair and smooth. His eyebrows slanted into his temples. His eyes were not particularly big, but they were set off by lying silkworms and double eyelids. Very charming, under the high bridge of the nose is a mouth with the corners of the lips slightly upward and the shape of the lips is perfect.The person in front of him is so many times prettier than him, the best in the visual world, what?Prettier than yourself?What am I talking about?Huo Lang's mind was in a mess, and some fragments in his mind were spinning around.

Now Huo Lang is in Paris, he took his things, got out of the hotel, went downstairs and took a taxi, and casually mentioned where he was going, everything was so abnormal, his body seemed to know What would he do next, but he himself felt strange and scary about all of this.

A gorgeous red carpet was laid out in front of the Carrousel Hall of the Louvre. Stars and actors from different regions of the world who were the endorsers appeared on the stage. In the fashionable clothes, he seemed to see a familiar face in the crowd.

"Zheng Yuanshan!" A large number of overseas Chinese gathered around, and they seemed to be fans of the Paris Fashion Week. The cameraman's flashlight seemed to be generous to this God's favorite. Zheng Yuanshan is an actor-level figure developed in China, but he is only 35 years old. However, he has already won many overseas awards, and he has also won the domestic film festival awards in Taiwan and Hong Kong.His charismatic temperament, good looks, and good taste make him a trendy figure in the fashion industry. Today he is wearing a Hermès woolen dark black coat, and there is a bouquet of roses in the upper right pocket of the coat, like a romantic French man. The man is romantic, with a warm smile on his face, smiling and waving hello to the people around him, with a personable and extraordinary bearing.

This person is very familiar to Huo Lang, and he is his old enemy for many years. Zheng Yuanshan, who won the best actor award for "A Game of Deception" at the Berlin Film Festival last year, made him, who is also competing for the leading actor, equivalent to running with soy sauce Well, these two have competed with each other for so many years, you get the best actor, I get the most outstanding contribution award, that's it, the two don't have a deep personal relationship, but they compete with each other, I have to say, Zheng Yuanshan is a man with strength and background. He himself is the son of the chairman of the largest consortium in China. The Zheng family group has included many industries, but the film industry under him has always been in the hands of Zheng Yuanshan. He is both an actor and a boss. Now he He has also cultivated many rookie kings, and his acting career is booming.

No longer looking at Zheng Yuanshan, Huo Lang hurried to the backstage again, judging by the time, today should be the last day of fashion week, he rushed into the backstage without even caring to say hello to others, he found the clothes and started to wear them with ease At this time, Christina rushed over, Huo Lang saw him, but didn't speak, Christina shook her head and bit her lips and looked at him, with a look of hatred for iron.

Christina is a Japanese-American mixed race. You can see the feeling of a foreigner in her eyebrows and eyes. Christina's facial features are unique to teenagers, and they are not mature yet. The brown in her eyes is deeper than before when she looks serious. Huo Lang The impression in my mind is that he is gay, and he is his assistant. Chritina looks very young, seems to be one or two years younger than Holland. His light brown hair is curled and permed on his head, but his red lips are constantly thinking about him, sometimes in English and sometimes in French Huo Lang, at the end, still cursed a sentence in Japanese, but he still helped Huo Lang organize his clothes and put on makeup.

"Hello?" The call this time was from a number that was not in the phone book. Huo Lang sat on the sofa with a tired face, drinking the water that Christina poured for him. Daxiu needed physical strength to walk down. , although it is very tiring, but it is also very rewarding. After all, only the best domestic first-line models can come to participate. Now he is packing his luggage in a hotel with Christina and is preparing to return to Hong Kong tomorrow.

"Tired?" The voice from the other end of the phone made Huo Lang very familiar, and he searched in his mind. This person was actually his boss, the benefactor who took care of him. He seemed to be "violent" to him in the hotel that day. This is the person, Yan Can.

Huo Lang swallowed sharply, Yan Can, for so many years in the business world, there is almost no sex news, clean and clean, and has been ranked No. 30 of the world's most desirable rich man, under 30 years old, young and promising, with that figure His looks are even more unique. One year, he was invited to shoot a set of posters for an interview with a certain magazine. His poster photo was used as the cover. As a result, that issue of the magazine became the best-selling issue of that year.

"Well, a little bit." Huo Lang's voice was very low, the other end of the phone was slightly taken aback, and then chuckled again, "You are not quite right today."

"Huh?" Huo Lang was startled, could it be that Yan Can has already realized that he is not the real Huo Lang?

"You usually call me Can, and then say, go back and love me."

"..." Huo Lang didn't know how to answer the call, the voice on the other end of the phone was sexy and seductive, and he laughed hoarsely and deeply, "I'm not messing with you, you performed very well last night."

Huo Lang probably understood what was going on, but it was the first time he was molested by a man like this, and he felt a little uncomfortable.I just said, "Well, I'm tired today, let's talk about it tomorrow." Then I hung up the phone in a hurry.

Christina is as busy as a little butterfly at this time. His real name is Takahashi Ryosuke, but he doesn't like this name, and he won't mention it to ordinary friends.He was busy in the hotel, looked at Huo Lang and said fiercely: "Hurry up and pack your luggage." Huo Lang also got up lazily, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, and he asked Christina: "Liangjie, Do you think I am different today?"

"Yes, usually you won't be late even if you make out with the boss all night." Christina continued to organize her things without raising her head, and said casually, "Also, you seem to be in a panic today, walking on the steps like an outsider."

These two sentences made Huo Lang speechless, he shook his head, it seems that Liang Jie knew about the matter between him and Yan Can, so he could continue to ask in depth: "How long have I been with Yan Can? This sentence made Takahashi raise his head. He looked at Huo Lang, as if looking at an alien, and said with a sinister smile: "When I took you with me a year ago, you were with the boss." It's gone." Takahashi turned his head again, stood up, packed his things, blocked Huo Lang who was standing aside and blocking the way, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up water and drank leisurely: " Every time I have to tell the boss not to leave a mark on your body, otherwise how would you wear clothes."

After hearing his shameless words, Huo Lang decided not to talk to him again. With a sullen face, he turned to open the door of his room and said, "I'm tired, let's rest first."

Lying on the bed, Huo Lang closed his eyes, what the hell would he be when he woke up? He squeezed his face, reminiscing like a lantern in his mind. He used to be an actor. Am I dead? Why did he know Zheng Yuanshan? , why the hell am I on this guy, do/love/do it so intensely that I die?

After thinking about the answer, Huo Lang felt that the black line on his face was getting heavier. What the hell was he doing? After a few days of show, he was finally able to leave. Fortunately, it was the last day. The model is really not made by humans. I just saw Takahashi's passport and found out that he is already 28 years old, but he looks like he is in his early 20s, but Huo Lang himself is really 23 years old.

Don't think about anything anymore, get a good night's sleep and maybe everything will be clear tomorrow.