The famous utensil of the superstar

Chapter 103 Extra Story [Han Zhao X Ye Cheng 3.0-5]

Han Zhao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled sullenly. He was no longer as silent as usual, as if he had suddenly broken away from his body, revealing the essence of the soul inside. It was evil and dangerous. He smiled and patted Ye Cheng's face. He raised his face, and raised the corners of his mouth, "What kind of Jie Fei, be Jie Fei's wife."

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, but at this moment, Han Zhao took the lead.

There was a tinge of coolness in the fingers that had been drenched in the rain, which made Ye Cheng shudder, and his drunken head became even more dizzy, "You...what did you just say?"

He said being Jie Fei's wife... what does that mean?

Ye Cheng opened his eyes slightly, staring blankly, looking a little silly, Han Zhao couldn't help laughing, "Didn't you keep asking me how to play a schizophrenic well, and today I will demonstrate it to you. "

As he spoke, he picked up the script that had fallen to the side, and flicked back a few pages. He didn't know what he saw, and immediately showed a dangerous smile.

Ye Cheng felt something was wrong at this time, he twisted back and forth like a loach, and was about to kick him when he raised his leg, but Han Zhao had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stopped him all at once.

"Zeyu, you have been planning to escape before, why not now, huh?"

Han Zhao read the lines slowly, narrowing his long and narrow eyes, which was a complete copy of Jing Fan.

Ye Cheng's heart was thumping wildly when he saw him, the effect of alcohol seemed to surge up even more powerfully, he swallowed hard, and pretended to be calm, "Cut", "Your acting skills are too bad , holding a knife is not like Jiefei."

"Snapped!"

Han Zhao suddenly patted him, "Ye Yingdi, your lines are not like this, you can't even play against me, do you still expect to play this role well?"

Ye Cheng's face was flushed red, he couldn't bear it now, he jumped up all of a sudden, he insisted on fighting Han Zhaopin to the death.

Anyway, his physique must be much better than that of Han Zhao, a mentally ill man who squats at home every day, and he does not believe that Han Zhao will be his opponent.

But as soon as he got up, Han Zhao didn't know what method he used, and a back cut restrained him again. Ye Cheng, who was so big, fell down all of a sudden. He didn't even have time to fight back, and instantly changed from a strong and slender male god, It has become a fish to be slaughtered.

Han Zhao seems to be a very ordinary person, but when he was still alive, in order to survive, he fought countless times with street gangsters since he was a child. Needless to say, his skills are good, like Ye Cheng who relies on the gym The body that has been trained is not his opponent at all.

Ye Cheng was dizzy from the fall, and his drunken head was even more messed up.

"Crazy, you know how to bully me!" He suddenly complained like a child, his drunken tone softened, and when he raised his head and stared, he revealed the bright red marks behind his ears.

Han Zhao was amused by him, and nodded seriously, "Oh, I bullied you? Then yesterday at the highway search checkpoint, you had a chance to escape, and even let them arrest me, but you lied to trick them away. Why, eh? Don’t tell me, young master, you like others to bully you, the more you bully you, the more you feel secretly happy, don’t you?”

"...You!" Ye Cheng choked hard, his face flushed red like a boiled crab, he stared at Han Zhao, and followed the script in a strange way, "I... I just think that you are taken away like this, it is really cheap for you, I can't wait for you to die without a whole body!"

"There is no dead body...Young master, you have a good idea."

Han Zhao let out a low laugh, raised his eyebrows dangerously, and approached a little bit again. Ye Cheng felt that something was wrong, and subconsciously shrank back, "What are you going to do? There is no such thing in the script... eh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Zhao had already blocked his mouth.

"!" Ye Cheng's scalp suddenly went numb, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he didn't react after dozens of seconds.

Lie... a lie, right?He... Zhao Han, he... He took the initiative to reject me?

There was a loud bang in his head, which instantly shattered his sanity, and the alcohol surged up. At this moment, he couldn't even tell whether it was a ridiculous dream he had drunk, or Zhao Han really said nothing. over him.

Ye Cheng just looked at him stupidly like this, even forgot to close his eyes, the feeling of not speaking at first was too exciting, he was jerky and embarrassed, his head was already churned into a mess.

Seeing such a man who is usually sunny and carefree, now he is half a beat behind like a child, Han Zhao couldn't help chuckling.

Ye Cheng's lips are hot, just like him, his whole body exudes light and heat, making people reluctant to let go.

Perhaps it was because of living in the dark for too long, or because of the heavy rain tonight, Han Zhao felt that his heart, which seemed to be so cold, was finally warmed up. It was warm and refreshing, which made him almost greedy. ask for more.

The chaotic breaths spread among each other, and Ye Cheng's heart also thumped.

Since he is willing to take the initiative, does it mean that he also has feelings for me, even... only a little bit?There was only this one thought left in his alcohol-smelling head, Ye Cheng didn't want to think about anything else, he raised his head and closed his eyes, turning his back on the customer.

No matter what will happen to him tomorrow, first catch this person, and no one can take him away.

He didn't have any experience, and instinctively bit back and forth like a puppy. Han Zhao's eyes instantly became darker than the rainy night outside.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his pupils, but at this moment, he abruptly stopped.

The drunken Ye Cheng regained his sanity a little, and looked at him suspiciously, as if asking: What's wrong?

Facing such wet and slightly drunk eyes, Han Zhao's face flashed a look of embarrassment, and he turned over and sat up, his back stiff as iron.

"...It's getting better, it's not too early to dare to attack suddenly next time, it won't be so easy to spare you, it's raining outside, go to bed early."

His tone was straightforward, calm and natural, as if he was just kindly helping Ye Cheng to demonstrate, without any emotion at all, but there was an imperceptible slight tremor at the end of the sound, revealing his true emotions in his heart.

It was too outrageous to come to this step, but fortunately he stopped in time when he could still restrain himself.

He already knew at a very young age that things that are too beautiful and hot must never be touched, because these things are like drugs, once they touch them, they don't want to let go, and the final result is either nothing, or burns themselves, beyond redemption.

Ye Cheng and him are people from two worlds, he dare not touch him, and he is not qualified to touch him.

Fortunately, he still has reason, fortunately...

Han Zhao almost turned around and left as if fleeing. He didn't even have the courage to look at Ye Cheng, but when he got up, Ye Cheng suddenly hugged him tightly behind his back.

"...You said that you helped me with the scene, now what do you mean when you say go...just go...just go?"

Ye Cheng has been drunk for a long time, and now he speaks with a big tongue, but there is only one tendon in his head, this person is the first time in his life, he took it back with his own hands, Others are not qualified to snatch it away, including Zhao Han himself.

Han Zhao didn't speak, his fists were tightly clenched together, the veins on his forehead twitched, a drop of sweat slipped from his temples, he tried his best to sneer as if nothing had happened, not daring to touch Ye Cheng's arm, he struggled and almost knocked him over.

But at this moment, Ye Cheng's chin was suddenly placed on his shoulder, his forehead was pressed against his temple, and his lips were pressed against his ear.

"...you promised me, I'll take you home, you help me act crazy... help me correct my lines... guide me to exercise, and you cook for me and clean the room...so you can't go."

"The scene is right, your body is already in good shape, and other nannies can help you, why can't I go?"

"Because... because Zhao Han is gone, there is no second one, so what should I do? You big liar..."

Ye Cheng was talking in a daze. When he thought of Han Zhao leaving, he felt aggrieved like a child. After being drunk, he didn't know what his image was, his nose flowed out, and his head became a bird's nest.

It was like stabbing a knife in the softest part of the heart. The frozen shell could no longer bear the hot blood inside, and it poured out overwhelmingly, making Han Zhao almost unable to breathe for a while, and his whole body was involuntarily light. trembling.

Mother needs him because he can change her position as Mrs. Qi's family, even though things backfired.

The old man needs him because he, the illegitimate child, is the only chess piece that can save Qi Feng.

Others need him, either because he is director Han, or because he is useful, but no one needs him from the beginning to the end, just because of him, nothing else, even though he has nothing, he is unique.

And now, this person appeared.

As if feeling Han Zhao's wavering, Ye Cheng brushed off his face as if playing tricks, bit the tip of his nose, and grinned foolishly, "You, mine."

The last nerve was completely torn, Han Zhao didn't say another word, he hugged Ye Cheng tightly like a beast that waited for a long time and finally moved...

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, patting on the window, and a layer of misty water vapor was condensed on the transparent glass window. After all, Ye Cheng was inexperienced, and fell asleep in the bathroom before Han Zhao finished taking a bath. up.

He changed from his usual hippie smiling face, now he is quiet like a small animal, lying there obediently, probably really exhausted, with his mouth open and drooling, which is really similar to the word "male god". Very different.

He was used to his usual talkative appearance, and suddenly quieted down. Han Zhao was really not used to it. His empty heart was finally filled with warm emotions. Those long and narrow eyes that were always emotionless, at this moment It was full of tenderness, which softened his reborn ordinary facial features.

"Why do you look like a child?" Han Zhao couldn't hold back, pinched his nose with a smile, and hugged him tightly with his arms.

Ye Cheng was scratched to the point of itching, subconsciously shrank into Han Zhao's arms, clenched his fists and muttered, "Zhao Han...it's okay with men...well, I'm a man...so he likes me...hehe"

Han Zhao paused with his fingers, and then burst out laughing. If Ye Cheng was sober enough at this time, he would have discovered that this man's smiles tonight were more than all the previous ones combined. Of course, I didn't know that Han Zhao secretly lowered his head and closed his lips, "Idiot, you guessed it right."

Like a foreigner who has been wandering for a long time, finally returned to his hometown. This moment is the first time in more than 30 years that he feels at ease and happy.

***

For Ye Yingdi, who is very lucky but has never bid farewell to his childlike body, in order to cover up this essence, he has to pretend that there are thousands of flowers in the bushes that do not touch his body, so that people in the circle think that Ye Nanshen has been on the battlefield for a long time and has rich experience. He must be particularly strong when he is a man of seven times a night.

What's more, I asked him sourly: With such a wealth of experience, it must be the first time for a minor, right?

At that time, Ye Cheng laughed, picked up the wine glass and drank it down, showing an expression that you understand, but in fact he was scolding his mother in his heart: I'm the first time it's none of your business!

At that time, Ye Yingdi's first fantasy was quite beautiful, getting married, cave defense, and waking up in the morning with a beautiful bride lying in his arms, saying "good morning, husband" sweetly.

But the reality is always very skinny. For example, when he opened his eyes now, he found a big man lying beside him, and he was hugged like a "bridal bride", and his scalp ached with pain whenever he moved. numb.

It was still dark at this time, and it was pitch black outside the window, with the faint light of a street lamp shining into the room. Ye Cheng was woken up by a pain in his back, while Han Zhao was lying on one side calmly and quietly, with one arm around him. He, with the other hand on the back of his head as a pillow.

The two hugged each other intimately, this posture made Ye Cheng stiff, and then turned red from the beginning to the end.

Although he drank a lot of wine, he did not lose his memory. The events that happened before were skipped frame by frame in front of his eyes like a movie... Numerous images rushed into his head, and some unspeakable voices echoed in his ears...

Help!What the hell did I do!

Ye Cheng scratched his hair vigorously, and buried his head in the pillow. When he thought of pestering Zhao Han in a stern manner, and saying crazy things like liking you and not allowing you to leave, he wished he could hit his head to death.

But after thinking about it again, the person I like didn't reject him, and even lay with him intimately, did it mean that Zhao Han accepted him?

The corners of Ye Cheng's mouth drooped for a while, and then turned up again for a while, entangled in a picture of crying and laughing honor, which is really unsightly.

Han Zhao was unaware of this, he was still sleeping peacefully, his strong chest rose and fell regularly, and his angular face carried male-specific hormones in the dark night, Ye Cheng's heart moved, and he leaned forward a little bit, especially hopelessly , Want to steal soft tofu.

At this moment, there was a sudden "buzz".

The vibrating sound of the mobile phone was particularly harsh in the silent night, Ye Cheng was startled, picked it up and saw that it was Luo Qiubai.

He was afraid of waking up Han Zhao and unable to solve the current predicament, so he had to carefully lift the quilt, but he gasped in pain as soon as one leg was placed on the ground, and he hurriedly glanced nervously at Han Zhao to make sure he was not awake Then he staggered to the balcony.

"Qiu Bai, why are you looking for me at this time, do you have something to do?"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and a soft and hoarse laughter came, "Yo, are you sober? That seems to be a serious matter. Just now your agent couldn't find you, and he called you in the middle of the night. I'm here, what did you do after we finished drinking, why didn't you answer his call?"

Luo Qiubai always speaks in a leisurely manner, and now there is a sense of humor in his tone, but a violent voice came from the receiver at this moment: "Just make sure he is not dead! It's fine to stay up late at night with other wild animals." What are the men talking about!"

Luo Qiubai smiled helplessly, as if he took off the receiver and said something, and then a personal voice came from the phone, "Fengfeng, don't be so loud, you're scaring Mantou."

The voice is gentle and soft, and he managed to silence the irritable man next to him with just one word. Ye Cheng felt ashamed, and really admired his old friend's ability to tame his lover.

"Cough... That guy always harassed me at night, so I put him on the blacklist temporarily, and I'll call him right away, please, Qiu Bai."

Ye Cheng would never admit that he intentionally blackmailed his manager, it was entirely for the purpose of realizing his plan to throw Han Zhao down without being disturbed by anyone, but now it has turned into digging holes and jumping on his own, how could he do such a stupid thing? Might say the outlet.

"Oh—that's it." Luo Qiubai dragged his voice, apparently not intending to hang up the phone and go back to coax Qi Feng, but started chatting with him with interest, "Then why did your voice suddenly become hoarse? I remember before It's fine."

Ye Cheng was choked, his face flushed, and he pretended to be calm, "Just... just woke up, it's normal to have a hoarse voice."

"Just woke up? How do I remember that when someone left the bar, he swore to tell me who was going to throw himself down tonight? He must be very busy at this time, so why did he make his voice hoarse instead?"

"He can still make me dumb with that ability, don't be ridiculous!"

Ye Cheng was originally guilty, but at this time he was poked at a painful point, and he couldn't choose what to say in an instant, and it was too late when he realized that he had said the wrong thing...

Sure enough, Luo Qiubai laughed in a muffled voice, "He, who is he? Oh, I understand, it must be quite powerful to make the male god drink to strengthen his courage, and block the person who offered to send him to the door by his agent. Let's see Ye Yingdi torments you, it really makes my heart ache."

Speaking of which, Luo Qiubai laughed uncontrollably over there, and Qi Feng next to him had a dark face, wishing to block Fu Ronggou's mouth to death, it was unbearable to make such a sound in the middle of the night, the steamed bun in his arms After drinking enough milk, he burped contentedly, and while wrapped in a little yellow chicken quilt, the sleeping dumpling cooperated with a happy little snoring tacitly.

"Hang up, I'm too lazy to talk to you, a married old man." Ye Cheng was very irritable, he was about to ring the phone, and he was determined to make friends with Luo.

"Hey, don't." Luo Qiubai had never seen a friend in such distress before, and after he had finished his addiction, he coughed twice and became serious, "Ye Cheng."

"Are you serious about this person...?"

That sentence stunned Ye Cheng for a few seconds, and Luo Qiubai's sudden seriousness made him a little overwhelmed. He scratched his hair, and an embarrassing expression flashed across his face, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing to hide, so he lowered his head. He said "hmm".

Luo Qiubai was silent, hesitated for a while before asking out the worries in his heart, "Then how about he treats you? Is he also serious?"

In fact, he didn't want to ask his friend about his relationship, but this time he could see clearly that Ye Cheng seemed to be serious. This guy usually has a heartless look. If he really treats someone well, he will have absolutely no reservations. Luo Qiubai was worried that he would be used by others, after all, there were too many intrigues in the entertainment industry.

Ye Cheng hesitated for a moment, but did not answer immediately.

Because he thought it was absurd, he couldn't speak.He didn't know Zhao Han at all, except that he was picked up from the mental hospital, where was his home, whether he had any relatives, why he appeared in the mental hospital...all of these things were unclear.

However, Zhao Han never lied to him, and he answered all his questions without reservation. He believed what he saw with his own eyes, and he also believed in this man under the same roof.

Taking a deep breath, he said slowly, "Well, I hate people who lie to me the most in my life, and I also hate being like a butterfly who likes this for a while and likes that for a while, don't worry, I know it well, he is definitely not that kind Just for fun."

Luo Qiubai smiled, and didn't say anything more, some things are over, and he also hopes that Ye Cheng can live well.

"Then congratulations, it's not easy to find a lover who has no reservations about you these days, if you have time tomorrow, bring him to my house to play, I really want to see what the person Ye Yingdi likes will be like. "

"Needless to say, the person I like can be worse? Your 'Husky' is several blocks away!"

"Qi Feng heard that. He said that next year he decided to divest your clothing endorsement."

"Hey, don't! My film "Overlooking Stockholm" this year will definitely win the Best Actor! He is blind to withdraw the capital!"

Ye Cheng hurriedly showed his worth, God knows the film hasn't finished yet, where did such a shit actor come from.

Sure enough, Luo Qiubai was taken aback when he heard this, ""Overlooking Stockholm"? This is not Han Zhao..."

He didn't say anything later, because when Han Zhao was still alive, he invested almost all the shares of the Qi family in his hand to invest in this movie, and he planned to participate in the film himself, and even hinted at Luo Qiubai, hoping that He played the role of "Zeyu" in it.

Thinking of Han Zhao's always pale and bloodless face, and his narrow eyes when he pushed his hand away with a smile and was buried in a sea of ​​flames, Luo Qiubai didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ye Cheng didn't know what happened back then, but he knew that Han Zhao liked Luo Qiubai, and even made black hands against Qi Feng several times. The type who has no friendship and is unwilling to take the initiative to get acquainted.

"Qiu Bai, are you not angry? If you mind, I won't quit in the worst case. Brothers are not important in acting. Besides, the plot of "Overlooking Stockholm" is twisted and paranoid, which is written by a mentally unsound person like Han Zhao." I figured it out, if it wasn't for the manager who cut the show first, I wouldn't have accepted it at all, it doesn't matter if he acts or not in the film of someone like him."

Ye Cheng knew that what he said was a bit biased, but he was actually a very protective person, and he definitely had a protective attitude towards the people and things he identified, otherwise he wouldn't have had nowhere to go when Luo Qiu was entangled with Bai Chouwen. Take him to America.

Therefore, although he recognized Han Zhao's talent, he was almost ironic and pitiful about what he did back then.

Yes, how pitiful, the agency has done nothing, besides making those who hate him hate him even more, and those who love him stay away, what else has he gained?

"I'm not so narrow-minded, Han Zhao's movie is very good, you should take it." Luo Qiubai smiled indifferently, with a very peaceful mind, as time passed and the lights went out, he didn't hold any grudges against Han Zhao.

"However, why do you react more than I do? Do you have a problem with Han Zhao?"

"No." Ye Cheng shrugged, rubbed his sore waist and leaned against the wall, and chatted, "I can't fight with him, what can I say? I just don't like it. Those things I did back then, If I were him, I wouldn't have the face to live in this world, no wonder you like Qi Feng, if I were, I would definitely respect someone like Han Zhao."

The heavy rain that had just stopped outside the window began to fall again. The rain slapped the window, and the crackling sound was particularly harsh at night, and of course it also covered up the sound of footsteps disappearing from the balcony door.

After chatting with Luo Qiubai and hanging up the phone with his agent, Ye Cheng slowly walked into the room. Han Zhao was still lying there quietly, with neat eyelashes leaving a shadow on his eyelids, an ordinary But the sharp-edged face also became heroic.

Ye Chengxin was itching so badly, he moved up and finally gnawed on the soft tofu. Satisfied, his arms ached and his legs ached, he crawled into the quilt, stretched out his arms to hug Han Zhao, and closed his eyes with peace of mind.

The room was silent, until the sound of regular and steady breathing came from beside him, and Han Zhao opened his eyes...

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