camouflaged white lotus

During a crazy night, Zou Ming and I were inseparable. I tried my best to flatter and flatter him, and he was also extraordinarily gentle and considerate because of my enthusiasm.

This is the last night before our separation. He will fly to South Korea to participate in the film festival tomorrow morning. I made an appointment with the moving company to move things in the afternoon. Everything is ready, but there is a strange emotion in my heart, as if there is something It was biting my heart, making my heart restless, and I began to feel anxious and flustered.

"How many days are you going?" I asked Zou Ming in a muffled voice.

"About a week! We were going to talk about cooperation, but it was canceled temporarily, so I booked a flight ticket for you to Jeju Island in three days. Let's have fun together."

I buried my face in his arms and didn't raise my face to look at him. At this moment, I felt that maybe it was right to leave him. He didn't even know that I didn't even have a passport. "Aren't you afraid that I don't have a passport?"

"How popular are passports now! How could you not have one?"

"Yes, it's very popular, and I have it too!" I replied softly, but remembered that I had told Bailu the year before last that I was going to get a passport, but I, who is in the late stage of lazy cancer, haven't had such a tall man until now. I lifted my face from his arms, looked at Zou Ming with an insincere smile on my lips, "Zou Ming, I~~ will you miss me?"

Zou Ming smiled and squeezed my face, "Honey, it's only been three days since I saw you, do you feel so insecure?"

"Three days~~ If it's 30 days, three months or three years, or longer, will you miss me if you don't see me?" I asked again.

"I don't miss you." Zou Ming began to pinch and touch me, with a smirk on his face, "You little guy, are you so insecure? Am I not showing enough?"

I pressed Zou Ming's hand that was caressing back and forth, wanting to scold a scumbag, but felt that I had no right to scold him, so I let go of my hand and slipped into his arms again, rubbing my palm against his back, swearing. He muttered, "Yes, it's not enough, I want more!"

Night, long, no return, Zou Ming left in the morning, pressed a kiss on my lips, I opened my eyes when I heard the door closing, resisted the weakness of my whole body, climbed up, hid behind the curtain and looked out of the window, picked him up The car came and went, I can only say one thing silently: I don't care that you hate me.

—Excerpt from "From May to August"

Five hours had passed since Zhao Jiajun took Bai Jian home. During the five hours, Bai Jian began to meditate on the script after eating and drinking. Zhao Jiajun thought that she didn't realize her mistake at all!

Zhao Jiajun walked up to Bai Jian, and tapped Bai Jian's head, "You see Xu Gaoxiang behind my back, don't you think you can pass without mentioning it?"

"Do you know what couples are most afraid of?" Bai Jian asked.

"All ears."

"There is no space. Whether you understand space or not, it's just private space. I'm a man, and I want to work! When I work, I meet people!"

"Still talking about space with me? Why don't you find someone else but Xu Gaoxiang?"

"It's not because of you, it's because you insist on betting with me!" Bai Jian muttered, and then slapped the script on the table, "I'm also at a loss for such a broken script!"

"You bet with me, what does it have to do with Xu Gaoxiang?" Zhao Jiajun squeezed Bai Jian's shoulder, "I'm looking for help to find my enemy, where did you put me?"

"Don't forget, we are still enemies now!" Bai Jian was not happy anymore, she shook off Zhao Jiajun's hand and went into the study. Zhao Jiajun was very upset when he heard the door lock.

There is always a channel to vent your displeasure, and Bai Jian’s channel is to write Xu Gaoxiang and Zhao Jiajun’s fan fiction "When the Best Actor Meets the Best Actor", and write about how cheap Zhao Jiajun is, but she fell out with the novel website, and there is no place to publish the novel. Without the applause of the readers, Bai Jian, who lacks love, feels extremely uncomfortable, scratching her heart and liver.

Shen Da came up with an idea at this time, he said you post on Weibo!Bai Jian said that Zhao Jiajun would see it.Shen Da said, can you be tougher and act like a man!

Are men just writing unlimited web articles about their own men and other men?When Zhao Jiajun turned on his mobile phone because of the Weibo prompt, he saw a super long online novel. In the article, he was very humble and despicable, and he crawled at Xu Gaoxiang's feet, posted upside down, and hugged his thigh He was burning with anger, and what made him most angry was that bastard Bai Jian even @ him, this is to rebel!

At this time, Zhao Jiajun thought of an incident that happened in the afternoon. When sending Xu Gaoxiang away, Xu Gaoxiang told Zhao Jiajun in a strange tone, "I recommend you an online novel called "When the Movie King Meets the Movie King" .”

Zhao Jiajun was stunned by Xu Gaoxiang's irrelevant words, "What do you mean?"

"You'll know what I mean after reading it." Xu Gaoxiang put down these words and left gracefully.

So Xu Gaoxiang knew early on that this rotten article was written by Bai Jian?So is he still reading the article and making fun of me?Is it still in my head that I dance in front of him in lace briefs?

Most of the time, men can't be stimulated, because the more stimulated, the more they can stimulate the deepest potential, Zhao Jiajun is the same, he obviously has the keys to all the doors, but he still kicked open the door of the study, bang With a sound, Bai Jian who was sitting in front of the computer almost jumped up, "Zhao Jiajun, you are going crazy!"

Zhao Jiajun walked towards Bai Jian step by step with a sullen face, "I think you are going crazy!"

Predating small animals like ferocious beasts does not require many steps, but it is just knocking down, tearing, and gnawing.

Ever since he reunited with Zhao Jiajun, he has never experienced Zhao Jiajun's revenge-like love, so while struggling and sinking even more, Bai Jian wanted to give herself a slap in the face.

It's just that the two mouths are not enough, at least they still have to be entangled, regardless of each other, sinking in the dark night, and forgetting about it in the daytime.

Zhao Jiajun woke up refreshed at noon the next day, and glanced at Bai Jian lying on the bed. There were obvious gnawing marks on his bare back, and the man's complacency was overwhelming. He sat by the bed and rubbed Bai Jian's head, " I think it is a mistake to bet with you, you are a stubborn ass!"

Bai Jian raised his hand, and a particularly hoarse whimper sounded from his throat. Zhao Jiajun felt a little guilty and distressed, leaned down and kissed Bai Jian's forehead, and said softly, "I was impulsive last night, but we The two are already together, we must be considerate of each other, and we can no longer be willful."

Bai Jian rolled a blank look at Zhao Jiajun, her lips moved slightly, "Stop rambling, get me the computer quickly, I'm so fucking inspired!"

Tenderness and sweetness are always extinguished by ruthlessness and coldness, just like Zhao Jiajun who is so hard-pressed, all kinds of thoughts are flying around in his heart, but in the end he just concluded, "Am I the f*cking electric **** of your inspiration?"

"Hurry up!" Bai Jian said as she crawled. Although she looked like she had gone through many vicissitudes, Zhao Jiajun still felt that she was physically disabled.

Zhao Jiajun sighed helplessly, and after a while gave Bai Jian the computer, Bai Jian quickly turned on the computer and started typing on the keyboard, staring at the screen with eyes fixed, but still told Zhao Jiajun, "I want water, and I want food!"

You little ancestor!Zhao Jiajun snorted inwardly, but he couldn't bear to be hungry and thirsty for his beloved Bai Jian, after all his voice was still so hoarse, and the corners of his mouth twitched while typing on the keyboard.

Not long after, Bai Jian heard the sound of Zhao Jiajun cooking from the kitchen, and he snorted coldly, "Let's make a small sample!"