camouflaged white lotus

People are quite strange. When I thought I was shameless to the point of being shameless, I found that I still had a sense of shame, because I couldn't make my request to Zou Ming, even if we were doing it on the bed just now. During the intense exercise, apart from trying my best to have fun, I didn't say anything about the lingering obsession in my mind.

At this time, Zou Ming was taking a shower in the bathroom. I stretched out my hand to look at the palm of my hand, and then opened it to look at the back of my hand.

"What are you looking at?" Zou Ming came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, pouted, "Aren't you taking a shower?"

"I don't want to move." I was a little disappointed.

"Is it~~" Zou Ming moved his face in front of me, "Did I use too much force just now?"

I looked at him quietly and blinked, "Can I ask you a question?"

"What do you want to ask? Cutie." Zou Ming slid his finger across my cheek and rubbed against my lips.

"After those celebrities have slept with you, why do they tell you that they want you to make them popular? Or that they want to be the heroine of a certain play?" I decided not to be ashamed to ask, my middle school teacher liked me for this, I think this is a necessary condition for being a good academic master.

"What rumors have you heard?" Zou Ming kissed the corner of my lips, "Little idiot, since I was with you, I haven't found anyone else."

"No, it's me~ You say it first, what did they say?" I continued to ask, my tone still a little urgent.

"It's nothing, just hug me and say, I want to be the lead actress in a certain play, that's all." Zou Ming sat on the bed, threw a towel to me, and asked me to help him dry his hair.

I frowned, and continued to think while wiping my hair, "Where do they hug you? Thigh?"

"You little guy, what exactly do you want to say?" Zou Ming looked back at me, and I wasn't being hypocritical, or it can be said that I decided to be shameless. I threw the towel and hugged his back, The face was still rubbing against his shoulder, Zou Ming smiled, "Baby, what's the matter?"

"I want to be a star." My appeal was very real, but the words came out of my mouth very quietly, so small that I despised myself, didn't I say that I was shameless?

"Do you want to be a star?" Zou Ming asked me back.

"It's good to have a job. I don't need you to make me a big star. I just want to take a magazine photo once in a while. It's good to have a female six, seven, eight and other roles for me. I just want to be a ten-year-old girl." Eighth-line starlet, I am not a big star, and I didn't approach you just to be a big star, you have to trust me." I hurriedly confessed, lest Zou Ming, a shrewd scum, would miss me, so don't steal it then. Chicken can't eat rice.

"I haven't said anything, and you just show your loyalty to me?" Zou Ming pulled me to him, and nodded my nose with his hand, "There are many types of jobs, why do you want to be a star?"

"I'm just ~curious~ Besides, you are my boyfriend now, isn't this the first thing you can do? I thought, why don't you let me work for two days, if I'm not happy, I'll change my job and become your assistant Okay?" I hugged Zou Ming's neck and kissed him on the cheek, "If I become an assistant, I can be with you every day!"

"You little guy, you really have a pure heart." Zou Ming smiled, pulled me into his arms, kissed my lips, and tasted it carefully.

—Excerpt from "From May to August"

Zhao Jiajun was sitting in the living room of Bai Jian's house. The living room was quite messy. There were various magazines, comics, novels, manuscripts full of words, etc. on the coffee table. There were a few empty wine bottles beside the sofa, and the trash basket was full of eaten food. The bag of snacks, and the cigarette butts overflowing from the ashtray, this is the real Bai Jian, this is the writer Bai Jian, which has nothing to do with simplicity.

Bai Jian squinted at Zhao Jiajun, he was timid in his heart but it didn't mean that he would show it, Bai Jian thought he had great acting skills, so at this time, he must have the aura of being a great writer.

"Have you read the novel?" Bai Jian hummed, with a cigarette still in her mouth, her hair was disheveled, and he yawned big, "Are you here to settle accounts with me?"

Zhao Jiajun slapped the novel on the tea table, "After reading it, I read it without sleep all night, what should I say? After reading it, I don't quite understand you, and you actually go to be taken care of by a man just for the so-called inspiration? May I ask?" , are you gay?"

"When I was in school, I liked boys and girls too, so it should be called bisexual." Bai Jian muttered indifferently, "I don't think the two of us are in the kind of relationship where we can gossip about everyday things. Speak! But I will not pay back the money, that is what I deserve."

You deserve a fart!You shameless bastard!Zhao Jiajun cursed in his heart, but on the surface he was calm, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked Bai Jian up and down, "Tell me, what is our relationship? How many times have I fucked you? Do you know the number? "

"127 times, once every three days on average, I have records, do you want to see it?"

Zhao Jiajun didn't expect Bai Jian to record such things, "Why do you remember this?"

"Anything that can inspire you can't let it go." Bai Jian said bluntly, "So, you can rest assured that those videos are just my creative materials, and I will delete them when they are useless."

"I'm not talking to you about the video today, nor about the money. After all, we have solved these two issues through lawyers before. Today is a new issue." Zhao Jiajun said, tapping the "From Five" The cover of "Month to August", "How to explain this?"

"Oh~~ It's just a novel I made up, what's wrong?"

"This shouldn't be called fiction, it should be called ~~ autobiographical documentary literature!" Zhao Jiajun smiled, but the smile didn't reach the bottom of his heart, and Bai Jian could also see that the smile was perfunctory.

"I'm a writer, so what I say is what I say, what can you do with me?" Bai Jian pressed the cigarette in her hand into the ashtray, "You want to use this novel to punish me?"

"Do you think I would be so stupid? Tossing you to the table, I will not be spared." Zhao Jiajun raised his legs and tilted his head slightly, "Today, I am here to discuss cooperation."

"I think I made it very clear in the email to your company that I don't want to cooperate with your company. However, if Mr. Zhao wants to be the leading actor and play the scumbag in the novel, I can consider it. After all , Mr. Zhao is playing this role, very true to himself." Zhao Jiajun raised his legs, how could Bai Jian show weakness, he also raised Erlang's legs, and continued in a bad tone, "Mr. Zhao, what do you think?"

"I'm not here to talk about the copyright of "From May to August". I'm here to ask for a draft. I want to ask you to help write a movie. We are old acquaintances. I think you won't refuse this small cooperation, right?" When Zhao Jiajun said this, the tip of his leather shoe touched Bai Jian's slippers, seemingly unintentionally, but Bai Jian thought it was intentional.

What do you think you Zhao Jiajun is?Want to use beauty tricks?All kinds of swear words flew back and forth in Bai Jian's mind several times, but his expression was still indifferent. He snorted coldly and remained silent. Zhao Jiajun said again, "Why? Just have no affection at all?"

"Affectionate? How can there be any affection between Mr. Zhao and I? It's just a flesh and blood transaction!"

"Oh~~ Flesh and meat trading, then I have sold the meat for so long and put in so much effort, which inspired you to write a best-selling book. Do you want to give me a share of the profits from this novel? How to put it, I am also the hero of your inspiration."

The so-called pushing the nose on the face refers to Zhao Jiajun's. Bai Jian was very angry, "Hero? What does my inspiration have to do with you?"

Zhao Jiajun patted the cover of the novel, "Page 34, page 56, and page 103, all explain to varying degrees, if I didn't dedicate my body, I didn't work hard to make you happy, how could you Inspired to write a novel?"