occupy boyfriend

Xing Likun entered his office, leaned back on the sofa, reminiscing about the few times Song Jin took the initiative on him just now, with trembling black eyelashes hanging down, his hands almost burned his steel and iron bones...

When the two of them first met, Song Jin was blown up like a fighting cock just by being touched, his eyes were crackling and spitting fire, unlike now, when he took off his pants early in the morning to block people, this person can keep his expression on. Yawning, "Get the stick out of the way, out of the way."

One of them is big, the other is tight, the screws and bolts don’t match, hard screwing in is not only a tossing process, but also the screws are chipped, and the bolts are worn out, both of them are uncomfortable, but the intimacy that is inseparable, the flesh and blood are intertwined, and the pulse is intertwined Can you forget the pleasure once you taste it?

Song Jin was pressed to the ground several times, almost surrendered and then struggled to get up, Haicheng Entertainment had a lot of things, he didn't have time to rest at home for two or three days.

It was the first time that this weapon gave Xing Likun a headache, so why the hell is it not Xia Jun's hungry little prodigal?

A hundred exercises are not loose... A man has to perform a hundred times to do it!

Xing Likun's suit trousers couldn't hold that set of guys, and the crotch of the trousers stretched and stretched his hip bones, which was soft.The head wedged against the zipper was painful, and the gun would explode if it didn't shoot out.

He chewed his cheekbones and ground his teeth secretly, suddenly realized, and laughed softly, "It's a little boy."

She's so gutsy, she dared to plot against her husband, and teased him with a popsicle on purpose, trying to make him 'unable to meet people' for the time being, won't you bother meeting Huang Si?

Xing Likun moved to the boss chair behind the desk, bent down to reach the bottom drawer, the documents on his desk were never hidden from others, they were left wide open, and all the assistants took care of them, except that they were locked In such a place, the small key is carried with you.

There were three empty boxes in the drawer, which contained Song Jin's underwear, bright yellow sky blue rubber powder, all in bright candy colors, originally bought by him for his daughter-in-law as a pure sharp weapon, but in the end they all became grinders. Most of the marks on the itchy scourge of his bones were made by him.

Xing Likun picked it up, took the blue one and held down the barrel of the gun, pushed the brake to load it.

At this moment, the mobile phone rang, Xing Likun glanced at the name, did not stop moving, and connected directly, "Hello."

Xia Jun shouted over there, "Hey Kuner, have you talked to Xia Qing?"

Xing Likun was breathing heavily, his eyes were fixed on the gun cloth in his hand, thinking of his wife's waist and butt, he took a breath slowly, "No."

"You really didn't say that?" Xia Jun pulled open the curtains, completely irritable, "Then where did he come from? Put roses on the bottom of the building to place love hearts, the wind is so strong outside, the whole **** blows into the swimming pool, It's still a triangle after half an hour, isn't this a lot of trouble? Crazy!"

"Xia Jun, you give me the vigor of your low trick." Xing Likun frowned, and his rough fingertips rubbed against the top, making his forehead swell, "Let him hang out for two days, make sure he is not I will go back to Cheng Bin, and we will play our cards again, understand?"

"Hmm..." Xia Jun curled his lips, and sat down by the window, holding the glass with his fingers, as if he was picking at that stupid person, making rose hearts, having candlelight dinners, and writing ten-thousand-character love letters. He likes art, likes Xia Qing was particularly cooperative with these false romances in which form was paramount. He confessed his love every three days and surprised him every five days, which never bored him.

It's been a long time since he received such treatment, why can't he smile when he receives it now, and only feel that his eyes are hot and his nose is sore?

Xia Jun heard Xing Likun's repressed panting, and suddenly frowned, "What are you doing there——"

"Fly. Machine." Xing Likun said quietly.

"..." Xia Jun was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "What's the matter? The job is not good, Song Jin is dissatisfied? The honeymoon period has not passed, and you are reduced to do it yourself. You are too miserable."

"Hold."

Xing Likun cursed, and hung up the phone with a slap. He just said that it was too much, what to do for two or three days, you should hang Xia Qing for two or three years, so that your **** ass will also quit meat.

There was a bang of thunder outside, and the raindrops fell down with crackling, Xia Qing's flowers finally stuck firmly to the ground, and he hastily showed his love. Floor to ceiling windows upstairs.

He knew there was someone behind the one-way glass, maybe meeting his eyes.

Xia Jun looked at Xia Qing for a while, then closed the curtains, opened them again, closed them again, repeated several times, and finally sighed.

He sat on the bay window embracing his knees and bare feet, his eyes were firmly locked on Xia Qing, almost greedy.

Until the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the rainbow crossed, and a vague bridge was built between the two people.

Song Jin watched the live broadcast of the game, Huang Si watched Song Jin, the lights and shadows were flickering in the darkness, covering Song Jin's side face with a light halo, from the forehead to the tip of the nose, lips, chin and neck, the lines were refreshing and soft, which was slanted by Huang Si Eyes sneaked around.

Seeing Song Jin was the purpose of his visit. He was not interested in those chattering people on the stage at all.

I really want him to release the pressure of writing songs, Song Jin shouldn't drag him to watch some competitions, it would be great to watch a romantic movie.

Huang Si bit the potato chips and ran away, when Song Jin slapped his thigh suddenly, his whole body trembled, goosebumps all over his body like an electric shock, he raised Erlang's legs awkwardly... to block his crotch.

Song Jin didn't pay attention to his abnormality, pointed at Jian left and Jian right on TV and said, "A Si, watch the twins' performance carefully, and tell me what you think later."

Huang Si had a guilty conscience and didn't dare to talk about it. It was rare for him to smooth his hair and watch the game honestly.

Jian Zuo and Jian You went even further this time. They invited a choir accompaniment team, and they filled half the stage with dense crowds, performing a duet of male voices.

Huang Si guilty muttered, "Damn it, just two people singing with such a heavy accompaniment? Are you sure?"

Once the tension in the performance is insufficient, it is easy to change the accompaniment to the performance, and it will undoubtedly fail.

As soon as the host announced the curtain, Huang Si was stunned. The two of them actually chose a ballad song he wrote when he first debuted... In such a big battle, singing a ballad song?

Song Jin smiled and said, "The arrangement is different, listen to it."

The arranger that Jian left and right invited was precisely the well-known composer Huang Si refused to be a teacher at that time. The two brothers couldn't invite the old man no matter what they said, and they were also put on the blacklist of visitors. The door is opened.

In the end, Jian You came up with a bad idea, squatting at the gate of other people's yards and playing the songs they adapted themselves.

If it doesn’t come out today, I’ll come back with a different arrangement. If it doesn’t come out tomorrow, I’ll come back the day after tomorrow.

Three visits to the thatched cottage, this great songwriter of the uncle generation finally couldn't bear it anymore, people who understand art respect art very much, can they tolerate these two monkey children taking the style of music and mud?

The revised version is far worse than Huang Si's original song!

Huang Si's nostrils are up to the sky, and he doesn't whine, but he is indeed talented in music, and he is born to be creative. Although Jian Zuo and Jian You have a good voice and stage creativity, they have no ideas. Without technology, I can only hand over the operation to others, and sing honestly by myself.

When these three people put together, they can immediately change from a bud to a disc, as long as they add a layer of adhesive, it is a perfect combination that is not lost to the early TD.

Huang Si frowned, his eyes almost burned a hole in the screen. He was very upset and couldn't bear it. The fans below listened to his songs, but they held up other people's support signs.

The performance of this song was given to Jian Zuo and Jian You by Haicheng Entertainment for their debut test. If they can win the first place this time and advance to the top five, they will be guaranteed their debut. Huang Si bumped into him a few times in the company, and didn't like this man's aggressiveness, so Jian Zuo advised him, "Singing is not singing, don't lose your temper."

"Brother, I just don't want to sing about him." Jian You groaned, rolling on the bed, was picked up by Jian Zuo to wash up, the toothpaste was squeezed into a towel and wet, as if the old mother was serving the second-degree disabled, the brothers clearly Just a few minutes away, there is a world of difference in viability.

Jian Zuo said, "Jian You, the more you annoy him, the more you should sing this song well."

"What do you mean?" Jane pouted right, Huang Sizheng is in retreat, isn't it to guide public opinion to make wedding dresses for others?

Jian Zuo raised her eyebrows and said, "Singing is even better than him. Doesn't his face hurt if you tie the one who hasn't made his debut with him as a genius?"

Jian You suddenly realized, poked him with a smile, "Brother, you are really bad..."

After the old senior finished compiling the song, the song was completely reborn. After hearing this, Jian You rushed to the yard to have fun. Jian Zuo was also very excited. The accumulated experience of age is really an insurmountable mountain. Huang Si's composition is very good. But the composition skills are not enough, so I can only write it as a simple lyric and fresh. This senior has mastered the timbre and rhythm of musical instruments. The same song has been compiled with rich layers. The momentum ranges from water droplets to the majestic sea. Let the singer's feelings fully explode.

Huang Si looked down on these two people at first, but gradually his expression changed, his fingers were stained with potato chip crumbs, he was beating on his knees, humming the chorus involuntarily.

Jian Zuo Jian Right dared to invite the choir to accompany them, that is, they were determined to invite the audience to be their accompaniment from the second chorus.

This familiar song is about first love. Huang Si had never been in love before, so the feeling of singing was a little weaker. After such an adaptation, the sweet and sour first love guesses the pain and hope, and gradually becomes a young man. Helpless, Huang Si sat there in a daze, secretly glanced at Song Jin...

If he had known Song Jin earlier, he would have been able to write this song better.

The audience at the game site was also infected. The accompaniment singing of mixed heights of men and women brought the warm colors of memories, coupled with the bright and highly recognizable voices of the two brothers, they opened the song for Huang Si vividly.

Huang Si gave flesh and blood to the skeleton, and Jian left and right gave breath and pulse.

Song Jin suddenly asked, "What do you think?"

"The song is not bad," Huang Si held his breath, unwilling to praise the twins, "it's a pity they didn't compose the song themselves..."

He looked at the name of the arranger and it was also eye-catching. Did the teacher who was rejected by him deliberately arrange the original composition for Jian left and right to humiliate himself?

"A Si, the idea of ​​this arrangement was indeed proposed by the twins, but if you were given the same idea, would you be able to make it to this level?"

Huang Si was a little embarrassed and fell silent.

"I've already contacted the composition teacher. He said that if you come to learn as a teacher, he will be happy to accept you. He said that teaching you is easier than teaching those two brothers who don't know how to get started."

Huang Si froze for a moment, his eyes flickered, "...Thank you brother."

That composer is well-known in the industry for his high-sightedness and bad temper. It was very difficult to deal with. Song Jin must have spent a lot of effort to win him down.

Huang Si fell from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and he also thoroughly recognized his own strength. Talent cannot last a lifetime. If he continues to stagnate and does not absorb external nutrition, he will die completely sooner or later, just like this time. Using the previous style of music, but there is no better idea.

Did Song Jin give him a step, or a shiny golden step that he could only go up and down.

"What about Jian Zuo Jian Right?" Song Jin saw Huang Si unarmed, and said tentatively, "These two people can make up for your shortcomings in typhoons, and they can also give you some good creative ideas."

Huang Si watched the judges score on TV, all three were the highest scores, and there was no suspense in and out of the court...Jian left and right stood on the stage with smiles on their faces, full of vigor, just like when he just debuted look.

He knew what Song Jin was asking, but he couldn't answer.

Can his music, his pride, his stage and lights really be shared with others?

Huang Si resisted in his heart, but his eyes were fixed on the screen, hesitating about this choice that might change his stardom, because the person proposed was Song Jin, and because Jian Zuo and Jian You were indeed talented.

Song Jin asked him with a smile, "Ah Si, would you like to be the team leader?"