Rebirth of the film and television superstar

"The boss has a slight obsession with cleanliness, and the boss doesn't want things that have been used by others, so within three months of getting along with the boss, you'd better stay away from other men, and of course, women."

"You misunderstood, I never thought about finding someone else behind Bian Hui's back." Ling Haotian thought for a while, and then explained.

The driver didn't argue with Ling Haotian, and continued, "After the boss gets tired of you, the boss won't care who you want to find. Maybe he will give you a sum of money to let you live together, but the premise is that the boss first Get rid of you, rather than you betraying the boss first, whoever betrays the boss, no one will end well, don't harm others or yourself."

Ling Haotian looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car and said, "I understand, thank you!"

He should thank him, the driver's words were a bit harsh, but it was definitely for his own good. After living for nearly 40 years, he can clearly distinguish between good words and bad words.

The driver had a good impression of this quiet boy, he didn't want the boy to be thrown into the sea by the boss to feed the sharks because of a momentary mistake, so he asked something, seeing that Ling Haotian understood, he stopped talking and kept quiet drive the car.

All the way without a word, the car stopped in front of Bian Hui's hilltop villa, the driver opened the door and helped Ling Haotian out of the car.

Ling Haotian limped into the villa, walked through the large corridor, and reached the vestibule.

"Are you back?" Bian Hui sat at the table, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

"Well, I'll make boiled fish for you!" Ling Haotian is indeed good at this dish. In his previous life, although he had a bad stomach and couldn't eat spicy food, his boyfriend liked all kinds of spicy food. Unexpectedly, Bian Hui is cheaper now.

"stop!"

Ling Haotian stood where he was, with a trace of sweat breaking out on his back. After hearing what the driver said, he understood that he had been getting carried away a few days ago, and Bian Hui's superficial doting made him a little ignorant.

"What's wrong with your feet?" Bian Hui took a sip of wine, his tone was concerned, but he didn't stand up to help Ling Haotian.

"Accidentally sprained while filming."

"To take a bath!"

"En!" Ling Haotian walked towards the room as if fleeing, he was sure now that Bian Hui must have known something, but he didn't say it out loud.

Walking into the bathroom, Ling Haotian took off his clothes, turned on the nozzle, poured hot water on his head, and the water splashed down his neck and delicate collarbone.

The fast walking just now made his legs a little painful. Ling Haotian soaked in the bathtub and massaged gently.

"Crack!" The door was pushed open by Bian Hui, a gust of cold wind blew in, and Ling Hao subconsciously shrank into the hot water.

Bian Hui was standing at the door in his pajamas, showing his strong chest muscles, and his six-pack abs were neatly arranged underneath. He walked in slowly with wine in his hand.

When he saw the bite wound on Ling Haotian's chest, he narrowed his eyes, "I'll wash it for you!"

"I've finished washing, but I'm just pressing my feet!" Ling Haotian didn't deliberately cover up the wound on his chest, he knew that the more he covered it, the more guilty he would appear.

Bian Hui didn't speak, but with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he took off his pajamas and stepped into the bathtub, wrapped Ling Haotian into his arms with his strong arms, and then slowly poured the white wine in the glass into the bathtub. On Ling Haotian's chest where he was bitten.

The wound on his chest was stinging hotly, "Mmm!" Ling Haotian snorted softly, and bit his lips.