Blooming on the ground

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Yan Dayingdi has never been a human being, but now he appeared in a little messy shop, and he chose a seat to sit down naturally, no matter how you say it, he condescends.

While Fang Mufeng was silent, Yan Huanchao reached out to touch his red and swollen face, his hand was very warm.

"What are you in a daze for? Did you fight someone?" Yan Huanchao asked him.

Fang Mufeng admitted generously: "I was beaten, but I also fought back, and I didn't lose."

After speaking, he said to the boss who was still sitting silently: "Boss, add a pair of chopsticks."

"Hey, hey, good." The boss drank too much wine, and even his reaction became dull. After listening to his words, he got up to entertain him, "You guys talk first, and I will cook two side dishes."

Fang Mufeng grinned and showed his white teeth, like a child begging for candy: "By the way, take another bottle of white."

The boss responded with a loud voice, turned his head and set the table and chopsticks for Yan Huanchao very neatly, and served a bottle of white wine.

Yan Huanchao looked at Fang Mufeng for a while, and when the boss got into the kitchen to work, there were only the two of them sitting in the empty shop.

He asked Fang Mufeng: "Who did you fight with?"

Fang Mufeng didn't want to mention the messy things at home, firstly, he really didn't have the desire to talk about it, and secondly, it was too difficult for others to understand his dark and twisted feelings for his mother.He filled Yan Huanchao half-full, and picked up the glass: "I'll tell you after you have a drink, but Mr. Yan only drinks good wine if he wants to drink, right, I'm afraid it won't suit you."

On weekdays, he is cold and reserved, and rarely takes the initiative to tease Yan Huanchao like this.This meeting was probably due to the alcohol, people floated as if they were stepping on the clouds, and they were a little carried away, and the mood was disturbed by Qiu Yuehua to the extreme, lonely and lonely, just wanted to catch the person in front of them and chat for a while.

After Yan Huanchao took it, he drank it down in one gulp, put down the glass, and smiled indifferently.

"You really drank it," Fang Mufeng was pleased by these words, he lay on the table, leaning his elbow on his side and laughed foolishly, "But I don't want to tell you, what should I do?"

Yan Huanchao looked at him with soft eyes, and his smile was a bit indulgent: "Say what you want, and don't if you don't want to."

After a few glasses of wine, Fang Mufeng's eyes blurred and his smile was as bright as a peach blossom: "Of course, in this life, I will say what I want to say and do what I want to do."

Yan Huanchao brushed the wine glass with his fingertips, and paused when he heard the words: "In this life?"

Fang Mufeng nodded: "Well, just this life."

Yan Huanchao narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked with a half-smile, "You still have a previous life?"

"That's right," Fang Mufeng straightened up and poured himself and Yan Huanchao a glass each, seemingly serious and nonsense, "God saw that my previous life was so bad, so I specially gave me a chance to start over."

Although Fang Mufeng drank too much, he was not demented. The truth is sometimes false, and he knew that even if he told the truth about his rebirth now, he would only be laughed at as a drunkard's nonsense.

He has kept this secret in his heart for a long time, and occasionally needs to take it out to air.

Yan Huanchao was very interested, and asked again: "What kind of bad idea?"

Fang Mufeng raised his glass and drank the bitter wine down his throat, and let out another breath: "Forget it, I forget all the unhappy things."

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything," he made a self-deprecating smile, then poured it on himself, and raised his glass to Yan Huanchao, "This glass is to Mr. Yan, thank you for helping me so much."

After all, drink it up.

Yan Huanchao smiled slightly, with a hint of mischief in his eyes: "So good today?"

The word "obedient" has never had anything to do with Fang Mufeng, "obedient" has nothing to do with him, but "surly" can be attached to it.But it can't be said that way, after all, when he fell in love with Yan Jingshan, he was obedient and docile for several years.

The smile on Fang Mufeng's face widened, and he nodded: "Well, only for today."

The rain outside was falling harder and harder without warning, pouring down, crackling and crackling.

The boss brought the dishes to the table, Fang Mufeng opened his stomach amidst the aroma and heat, and even opened up his hidden heart to meet people, and his words became more and more broken.For a while, when I first came to Beicheng, I was full and hungry, and every day I either acted as a dead body or soldier A and younger brother B, laughing at myself how could there be such a good-looking passer-by; The so-called big stars can't understand the chaos of the industry's high traffic and vegetarian meals.

He told Yan Huanchao that many years ago, he watched TV in this store and saw him accept the award on stage, thinking that he would stand there one day.

"However, it's too boring to act just for the fame and fortune." Fang Mufeng lay down on the table again, resting his chin on his arms and said sullenly.

No matter how you sounded like this, it sounded like a not-so-satisfied starlet was drunk, yelling and whining in private.Even Fang Mufeng himself may not be aware of it when he is awake. It turns out that there are so many grievances in his heart.

If Yan Huanchao wanted to hurt him, all he needed was to record and videotape him on the wine table at this moment. It wouldn't mean that his future would be ruined tomorrow morning, but at least he would offend a group of people in the circle, and it would be difficult for him to have a bright future.

He immediately turned his head to meet Yan Huanchao's calm gaze. The other party was an audience all the way tonight, and he didn't talk much, but he rushed to show him his happiness and weaknesses.Drinking too much alcohol is indeed harmful.

A chandelier was pulled above his head, the dark yellow light was greasy, but it outlined Yan Huanchao's delicate and profound facial features as carved by a knife, and his pair of affectionate eyes shone brightly.Yan Huanchao was neatly dressed at the moment, but looking at this face, Fang Mufeng already thought of the large-scale sex scenes they had filmed, and the sexy body wrapped in the clothes.

If you can abandon love and become a heartless person, only obeying the most primitive impulses and desires, the person in front of you is indeed very tempting.

With Yan Jingshan, he is not as good as Yan Huanchao, and with him, Yan Jingshan seems to be not as good as Yan Huanchao.

Fang Mufeng kept his eyes straight like this, tracing his face with his eyes presumptuously, and drank the last sip of wine in the glass for a long time.

Zhao Qingyi said that the person in front of him does not expect anything in return, but he is quite clear about what this person is asking for.

Regarding his career and Feng Qiang's affairs, no matter whether he took the initiative to ask for it or not, it was already a certainty that he owed Yan Huanchao.In fact, it's nothing. In the past, he thought too much about it.As long as he is not emotional or emotional, he can afford this kind of kindness, and he must pay it back.

It's all repaid, and the two are cleared, so there's nothing to do.

The cups and plates were messed up, bid farewell to the shop owner, Fang Mufeng sat in the phantom that Yan Huanchao used to travel, and saw Zhao Qingyi in the driver's seat after a few hours.

"I'll take you to Wenhua Road first." Yan Huanchao said.

During the filming period, Fang Mufeng lived in a rented house along Wenhua Road.

"I won't be coming back tonight," Fang Mufeng looked at him, "Mr. Yan, can I go to the hotel where you are staying?"

He doesn't know how to seduce people, and even the hints before he climbs into bed are solid, all relying on his outstanding appearance, even if he is rejected, he won't be kicked out of the car.

Zhao Qingyi immediately heard the implication, and subconsciously observed Yan Huanchao's expression through the rear mirror.

Beauty is at your fingertips now, but Yan Daying is rarely interested, and his tone is also lukewarm: "Qingyi, let's go to Wenhua Road first."

Fang Mufeng was also very strange. When he didn't follow him before, the film king Yan would boil frogs in warm water and follow the guidance from time to time, but now he was indifferent when he delivered them to his door.

"Go to the hotel." He reiterated his appeal.

Zhao Qingyi didn't start the engine immediately, he was waiting for Yan Huanchao's final decision.

Fang Mufeng was also waiting for Yan Huanchao to make a final statement. He turned his head to look at King Yan Da, with an expression of displeasure on his face.

The blame is to blame him for drinking so much that even the expression management and emotional restraint have been thrown into the sky.

Coincidentally, the other party also stared straight back, his eyes still deep and indifferent, without any reaction.

The two men exchanged short-sighted views, and neither of them spoke. The atmosphere in the cramped car was delicate.

After confronting each other for a while, Fang Mufeng had no intention of wasting any more time, and approached him in a bully manner, followed by a kiss.

This kiss was like a superficial kiss, and then Fang Mufeng stuck out the tip of his tongue unbelievingly, and licked * on Yan Huanchao's lips, outlining his beautiful lips.

Having done all this, the actor Yan Da still had that stern and serious look, his lips were closed in a puzzled manner, and his brows were furrowed with a hint of impatience.

He held Fang Mufeng's shoulders to distance them from each other, looked at him coldly for half a minute, and said, "Qingyi, go to Wenhua Road."

Fang Mufeng was mean for a while, looking for boredom, feeling quite unhappy, immediately shook off his hand, and kept looking out of the window all the way.

He really couldn't understand this man, sometimes he was so gentle that one couldn't help being intoxicated by it, and sometimes he was cold and distant, harder to serve than the emperor.

Stepping through deep and shallow puddles all over the ground, through dark and damp alleys, Fang Mufeng walked to the deepest handshake building.He was used to suffering before, and he didn't feel uncomfortable living in such a dirty and messy environment, but it was hard for Yan Daying to come to this kind of place.

Fang Mufeng didn't care how he followed him out of the car, and followed him all the way with a calm demeanor, he still remembered that this person just rejected his proposal.

The two went up the stairs quietly one after the other. When Fang Mufeng opened the door with the key, he turned his head and glanced at Yan Huan. With the smell of alcohol on his face, he suddenly curled his lips and cursed: "Prudish."

They walked into the room, but before they could turn on the light, Fang Mufeng heard the sound of someone closing the door. The next second, he was pressed against the door and his lips were tightly blocked.

Yan Huanchao firmly held Fang Mufeng's jaw, forcing him to open his mouth to meet his aggression, and kissed deeper and deeper.Fang Mufeng was powerless to break free, and his jaw opened wide after being licked and sucked two or three times, allowing Yan Huanchao's tongue to drive straight in.

Fang Mufeng pretended to be obedient, entwined and pushed his tongue to please him, and hugged Yan Huanchao's shoulder stickily and kissed him for a long time.It wasn't until Yan Huanchao seemed to be fully committed and relaxed that he seized the opportunity to snatch back the tongue that Yan Huanchao had licked*, and bit down on the other's lips brutally before walking away.

In the darkness, they could only vaguely see each other's outlines. Yan Huanchao buried his face between Fang Mufeng's neck, kissed his earlobe and neck carefully, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Didn't you want to go to the hotel with me? Be sincere."

Fang Mufeng's body trembled from being kissed, he panted heavily, and fought back without giving in: "You don't want to give in, you should stay away from me."

Yan Huanchao couldn't help laughing, and rubbed Fang Mufeng's moist lips with his hands: "Once you drink, you will only be against me, and you are not allowed to drink in the future."