The tenth year of actor Xie He

Xie Lingyun didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next day, and his mental state was still not very good.

The two sat facing each other for breakfast. Wen Zhiyuan drank a few sips of porridge, looked at him and said, "Have you thought about changing your career?" Wen, who is dissatisfied and full of resentment, is like a volcano that may erupt at any time. Every word made him murderous.

"Just because I was drunk yesterday, you asked me to change my career?" Xie Lingyun retorted softly when he caught a glimpse of his hesitation.

Wen Zhiyuan put down the spoon: "I don't want you to change your career, but I want you to ask yourself if you are happy?"

Xie Lingyun puffed up his cheeks and didn't speak. He still felt uncomfortable in his stomach. He had no appetite in the first place. Wen Zhiyuan's words made him even more depressed.

Seeing that he was sullen, Wen Zhiyuan picked up the spoon and stopped talking.

If Wen Zhiyuan said so in peacetime, Xie Lingyun would definitely have a fight with him, but last night it was his fault, and now he feels uncomfortable all over, he doesn't even have the strength to speak or argue.

After a while, Wen Zhiyuan asked again: "Are you going out today?"

"I'm going to the store to participate in an event in the afternoon." Xie Lingyun said.

"Didn't Lao Wu say that he would not cooperate in the future? Why do you still want to participate in activities?" Wen Zhiyuan frowned.

"If you don't cooperate, it will be in the future. This time the contract still has to be fulfilled."

Wen Zhiyuan felt unhappy when he thought of Xie Lingyun being crowded, even chased, pushed, and taken advantage of in such a crowded place. He quickly finished his meal and walked to the balcony with a cigarette.

Xie Lingyun watched him standing in front of the window sill smoking, barely ate another steamed bun, and asked someone to come in to clear up the tableware.

After the service staff left, Wen Zhiyuan also finished smoking a cigarette. He walked back to the table and picked up his mobile phone to check messages and emails.

"We originally booked a flight back tomorrow. If you have something to do with the company, I'll reschedule to tonight." Xie Lingyun looked at him and said.

"No need, that's too tiring." Wen Zhiyuan's expression was still not very good.

Although the event was held at 02:30 in the afternoon, because the event site was far away, I had to put on makeup when I went there. I thanked Ling Yun at ten o'clock and went out.

Only Wen Zhiyuan himself was left, he was bored when Su Kuang called.

"Come out and get together on weekends."

"It's in Guangzhou."

"On business trip?"

"Xie Lingyun is on a business trip." Wen Zhiyuan put his legs down, put his elbows on his knees, and talked on the phone with his head down.

"Last time you asked me to ask about that matter, and I will tell you in detail when I come back."

"it is good."

Xie Lingyun's company mainly focuses on costume dramas. He is not well-known, so since his debut, he has been acting in costume movies that his company has participated in. For roles like the second male and the third male, he dreamed of acting in a modern drama. Before, Wen Zhiyuan asked Su Kuang to give Xie Lingyun contacted an urban drama that is in preparation and has a strong production team. According to Su Kuang, it should be successful.

However, Wen Zhiyuan is a little annoyed now, if Xie Lingyun is going to face more dinners and capital parties who have to socialize after becoming popular, he really wants him to change his career.

He is not short of money, so he can give Xie Lingyun a good life, there is no need for him to suffer that kind of suffering, but looking at Xie Lingyun's attitude in the morning, it seems that he is not very willing to change careers.

Having nothing to do all day, if it wasn't too hot outside, Wen Zhiyuan would have wanted to go out for a walk. In the evening, it rained heavily outside, with lightning and thunder. Looking at the thunderstorm outside the window, his depression reached the extreme.

【finished? 】

He sent a message to Xie Lingyun.

[On the way back, it takes about an hour to arrive. 】

【It's raining, tell the driver to drive slowly. 】

[The driver is driving very slowly, don't worry. 】

After hesitating for a while, Wen Zhiyuan sent another message asking Xie Lingyun what he wanted to eat, Xie Lingyun replied that he might as well go out to eat, it was raining and it wasn't so hot outside.

In fact, he was very tired after a day of activities. He just thought that Wen Zhiyuan had been in the hotel for two days, and he should be bored. He was afraid that he would be bored, so he said that he just wanted to accompany him to go outside to get some air.

When Xie Lingyun was about to arrive, he sent Wen Zhiyuan a message, asking Wen Zhiyuan to wait for him in the parking lot on the basement floor of the hotel.

Wen Zhiyuan waited in the parking lot for a few minutes before they arrived. With a distance of more than ten meters, Xie Lingyun lowered the window of the car, poked his head out and explained, "There is a traffic jam at the entrance."

"It's all right."

Old Wu didn't come back with the car, there were only Su Ying and Xie Lingyun in the car, as soon as the car stopped, Su Ying jumped off: "You guys go out, I'm going to lie down." Female men sometimes can't hold on.

The two repeatedly invited Su Ying to have dinner together. Su Ying said that her leg would break after walking one day, and she really didn't want to move anymore, so the two had no choice but to let her go and bring her something to eat.

The driver took them to a Cantonese restaurant and left. The two found a corner and sat down. After ordering the dishes, they sat and chatted. Xie Lingyun's face was pale and he was still not in good spirits. After most of the day, he still remained undisturbed, exposing the entire smooth forehead, which was a little different from his usual appearance.

Wen Zhiyuan saw a scratch on his neck, and was about to ask, when someone passed by, so he fell silent.

There were two young girls passing by, one of them seemed to recognize Xie Lingyun, with a surprised expression on his face, they both walked past and stopped again.

As soon as the girl raised her phone, Wen Zhiyuan looked over immediately, and then cast a warning look at the other party. The girl was startled, and hurriedly put down the phone and tightened her grip on the companion next to her.

After turning around, the two girls started whispering.

"Do you recognize who is the one opposite Xie Lingyun? He's so handsome."

"I don't know, could it be a bodyguard?"

"Probably not, would the bodyguard be so handsome?"

The voices of the two girls were not loud, but the restaurant was very quiet at the moment, and the conversation still drifted into the ears of the two. Xie Lingyun mouthed to Wen Zhiyuan: They praised you for being handsome.

This restaurant doesn't have private rooms, so he knew he would eat elsewhere. Wen Zhiyuan ignored Xie Lingyun's words of pleasing him, looked around, saw someone coming over there, and pointed to the mask hanging on his chin.

Xie Lingyun had no choice but to put on the mask hanging on one ear again.

"What are you doing in your room today?"

Wen Zhiyuan thought for a while, and felt that there was nothing to say: "Watch TV, make phone calls."

"Is there something wrong with the company?"

"Fortunately, it's not a big deal." Wen Zhiyuan took a sip from his water glass, which contained lemonade, not too sour, but light.

"Uncle called today and asked me to go back to City A tomorrow."

"What's with you?"

"It's nothing. He's been filming outside for the past few days. Maybe he just came back and asked me to have a meal." Xie Lingyun watched him drink water, and felt a little dry in his mouth. He took off his mask again, bowed his head and drank in one breath Drink half a cup, and then put the mask back on, the whole process does not exceed 1 minute.

"Stupid." Although Wen Zhiyuan's expression was displeased, his tone was a little doting.

Xie Lingyun glared at him: "I feel stupid now, why did I go earlier?"

Wen Zhiyuan looked at him and smiled, took a toothpick and threw it at him, so the two started playing a boring game of throwing toothpicks at each other.

The serving speed of this restaurant is quite fast, and they didn't make them wait too long.

After the dishes were served, the two chatted while eating. Wen Zhiyuan was always concerned about the wound on Xie Lingyun's neck. Although it wasn't very obvious, he found it very glaring.

After the meal, the driver came to take them back to the hotel. As soon as they got to the room, Wen Zhiyuan pressed them against the curtain wall beside the door.

Xie Lingyun filled his stomach and rested for another meal, and finally looked a little like usual. He thought that Wen Zhiyuan was going to kiss him, so he pushed Wen Zhiyuan with a smile: "Bidong is not like you at all, okay?" ?”

Wen Zhiyuan pressed his hand on the side of his neck without moving, and gently scratched the wound with his thumb. Although there were bloodstains, they had solidified, and it seemed that only the epidermis was injured.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xie Lingyun was slightly surprised, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhiyuan pulled him up, pushed him into the bathroom, and scolded him with a stern face: "Look for yourself, is this a fan who ate tofu, or was he raped by the organizer?"

Xie Lingyun's skin was fair. Although the wound was only a thin one, it was still very obvious because of the redness. He touched it and turned on the faucet to wash his face disapprovingly: "It must have been scratched somewhere. It's okay, it's not hurting anymore."

Wen Zhiyuan was depressed seeing his big-hearted appearance, and it happened that a message came in on his phone, so he turned around and went out of the bathroom to reply to the message.

Xie Lingyun washed his face, dried his hands and came out. Seeing Wen Zhiyuan leaning on the back of the chair and looking down at his phone, he went to the suitcase to search for his pajamas, "I'm going to take a shower first."

The news was sent by Xiao Wu, and it is still a company matter.

Wen Zhiyuan looked up at Xie Lingyun while replying to the message, and after simply replying a few messages, he threw the phone away, and raised his chin at Xie Lingyun, "Come here."

"What's wrong?" Xie Lingyun didn't know why, so he obediently ran over.

Wen Zhiyuan held him in his arms, pressed the back of his head and kissed him.

Xia Tian's clothes were thin, and the two of them were tightly pressed together. Although the air conditioner was turned on very low, they gradually started to sweat. Xie Lingyun couldn't breathe, and finally couldn't hold back his breath. Pajamas on the ground: "I'm going to take a shower."

"Together."

Xie Lingyun shook off his hand: "You can wash it later."

"Forgot to wait for you to take a bath last night?" Wen Zhiyuan grabbed his wrist again.

Xie Lingyun blushed, "I don't want to be in the bathroom."

Wen Zhiyuan pinched his cheek: "Who said he was going to be in the bathroom."

"You don't have any fucking interest?" Xie Lingyun became angry from embarrassment.

Wen Zhiyuan smirked: "That's in the bathroom."

"Get out." Xie Lingyun completely lost his temper.

No matter how strong Wen Zhiyuan is in life, he is very gentle in bed, but despite the preparation for a long time, Xie Lingyun still felt a little uncomfortable when he was entered. Sometimes he himself felt very strange, he was obviously gay, and his body Its structure didn't grow according to a gay, it's against the sky.

At this time, Wen Zhiyuan was always very sensitive. He realized that his body was starting to stiffen, so he stopped: "Uncomfortable?"

In the past, Xie Lingyun liked to howl and play tricks on Wen Zhiyuan on the bed, but today he didn't, so he shook his head.

"If you're really uncomfortable, forget it. Let's change the way. We have to fly tomorrow..."

"Don't fuck mother, mother-in-law!" Xie Lingyun yelled with red eyes, looking like a little lion.

Wen Zhiyuan's eyes darkened, and he lowered his head to kiss the corner of his eyes.

As a result of being willful and willful, neither of them could catch the flight the next day, so they had to change their tickets until the evening.

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Suddenly thought of a question, I don't know if Gong staring can stop a child from crying at night

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