The gold master is my diehard fan

Song Qingwen ate a few more casual mouthfuls, put down his chopsticks, and blinked while sitting upright: "I'm full."

Liang Sheng nodded, got up and walked in front of him, raised his eyebrows at Song Qingwen, and stretched out his hand to hold him.

Song Qingwen immediately rolled his eyes at him, and didn't give him his hand. Instead, he stood up and walked around Liang Sheng, making complaints as he walked, "You're tired."

Liang Sheng had no choice but to withdraw his hand in embarrassment, covered his nose, showed a helpless expression, then turned around and followed Song Qingwen out.

Sitting in the car, feeling more oppressive in the enclosed space, Song Qingwen pursed his lips, clenched his hands a little uneasily, glanced at the back of Liang Sheng sitting in the driver's seat from time to time, and hesitated to speak.At this moment, the feeling of being unable to get off a tiger can be regarded as a deep understanding.

Liang Sheng glanced at the rearview mirror casually, saw him sitting in the back, and couldn't help but curled his lips into a chuckle: "What do you want to say?"

Song Qingwen fell into his own emotions and couldn't extricate himself, so he was startled by the sudden voice, his eyes were physiologically moist, watery like a frightened deer looking at Liang Sheng.

Through the rearview mirror, Liang Sheng caught Song Qingwen's actions and emotions at a glance. He looked so cute and wanted to throw himself down.

A voice came from behind, with a stiff and unnatural tone: "It's nothing, just drive well."

Song Qingwen moved his face to the car window pretending to be calm. It was already very late, but there were neon lights everywhere outside, making his eyes dazzled.There are many vehicles and passers-by in a hurry on the road. Sure enough, this bustling city is not silent for 24 hours. Most of the people living here are also struggling with their livelihoods!

When I was young, my ideals were beautiful, and my mind was full of yearning for the future and expectations for the world.I grew up slowly and became a member of the society. After tempering, I lost my edges and corners. I learned to compromise, to submit, and to accept the inequality of the world.

The same is true for Song Qingwen. In the singing competition, he naively thought that as long as he sang well, he could win the championship, regain a new life, and get rid of his dark past. It's not fair, some people are inherently superior, and they can easily take away the hard-earned things of others without encountering resistance.

The ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted Song Qingwen's wild thoughts. He took out the mobile phone and pressed it on, looked down at the screen, and swiped to connect: "Hey, Sister Nan, you haven't rested so late?"

"Well, how is it? Did it go well?"

Song Qingwen smiled bitterly. It went well, but she was still confused, and half-pushed to find a big financial backer for herself. When she said this, Sister Nan pulled her ears.

"Successful, director Luo appreciates me very much, and if there is no accident, I will be appointed as the second male role!"

Hearing Song Qingwen's smirk, Gu Nan wept with joy. After such a long period of dormancy, Qingwen was finally about to break out: "Well, that's great, you really didn't disappoint me."

Song Qingwen responded, and continued with a playful smile: "Sister Nan, you want to reward me, and I want to eat your sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Okay, let you eat your fill."

"Ah."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qingwen sighed, unable to hold back the smile on his face anymore, his expression collapsed almost instantly.

"Whose phone number?"

Liang Sheng's tone was flat, as if he was asking casually, without any personal emotion involved.

After hearing his words, Song Qingwen replied feebly: "My manager."

Liang Sheng raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and continued driving without saying a word.Song Qingwen sat behind him, unable to see the smile on his face.

After getting off the car, Song Qingwen looked at the big villa in front of him in shock. Among other things, the gate was actually inlaid with gold!Are you not afraid of thieves coming to steal the door with such a high profile?

Thinking of this, Song Qingwen sneered at Liang Sheng once again in his heart, what about the hotel that was agreed before?Bringing back a poor artist like himself who rents a house and doesn't have much savings, is he deliberately trying to show off his wealth?Can he live alone at such a young age?What a waste.

Noticing that Song Qingwen was staring at his house in a daze, Liang Sheng held his wrist and said softly: "I thought about it, it would be more ritualistic to complete such an important matter at home, and my house is well-prepared. You also experience less pain."

I thank you, Song Qingwen couldn't help slandering him, pretending to be human when he was sleeping, afraid that he would hurt himself, would he not touch him?

Song Qingwen was dragged into the door and went up the stairs to the second floor. Liang Sheng took him into the bedroom and then let go of his hand, playfully touched Song Qingwen's face, and put his mouth close to his ear: Shall we take a shower together?"

The scorching breath hit Song Qingwen's sensitive ears, his face flushed with no future, and he faltered for a moment. He took a step back, stood up straight like a well-behaved elementary school student, and stammered: "You... first... please .”

Liang Sheng stopped teasing him, turned around and went to the bathroom, Song Qingwen was relieved to see him close the bathroom door, sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head and looked around, I have to say, Liang Sheng and his own taste are pretty good picture.

I really like the sea blue decoration, and most of Liang Sheng's room is also in this color, and the most important thing is the incense of jasmine.

I still remember that I said in a niche program that I like to put jasmine incense in the room.

It's not because I'm hypocritical to show off my style, but because when I was a child, if I was beaten, I would run to my grandma's house, and she especially likes to grow jasmine in the yard.Later, when grandma passed away, no one loved me anymore, so the smell of jasmine can give me an irreplaceable sense of security.

Thinking of this, Song Qingwen's nose became sour, and he raised his hand to rub his wet eyes. It's been a long time, and it still hurts to think about it.

Liang Sheng came out wrapped in a bath towel, Song Qingwen looked at him, a little surprised.

Liang Sheng's figure was really what he dreamed of having. The abdominal muscles, the mermaid line, and the waist were all just right, and there was still a faintly visible majesty below him, which made him feel a little irritated.

"It's your turn."

Song Qingwen came back to his senses, nodded, and quickly rushed into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and did mental training while washing.

It's no big deal, just take that!Thinking about Liang Sheng's appearance and figure, it's not a disadvantage anyway.

And the future career, is he willing to be an unknown little transparent in the entertainment circle?

After convincing himself, Song Qingwen went out wrapped in a bath towel after washing, looked at the carefree person on the bed, and couldn't bear to look directly away: "Let's start, finish early."

Liang Sheng turned over, tore off his bath towel, and pushed him down. Seeing his blushing face with his eyes closed, he smiled slightly, and kissed his eyes lightly with his thin lips.

Just when Song Qingwen accepted all this and was about to accept his fate, Liang Sheng got up in a terrible way, stood barefoot by the bed and looked at Song Qingwen, frowned and sighed: "I don't like to force others, I'd better wait for you to accept it." Let's talk about it later."

Song Qingwen realized that he had been stripped naked, got up nimbly, wrapped himself in the quilt, looked up at Liang Sheng, who acted like a hypocrite that I don't embarrass you, and got angry. The words were all in vain, and thinking of having to suffer again in the future, I couldn't help but feel a chill.

Adhering to the principle of early death and early rebirth, Song Qingwen gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not unhappy, can you stop moaning?"

Liang Sheng's eyes brightened, and then he said in embarrassment: "But you seem very reluctant."

Song Qingwen pulled the quilt away, got up and stood barefoot beside the bed, hugged Liang Sheng actively, and kissed his lips, Liang Sheng's lips were cool and soft.

Liang Sheng wrapped his arms around his waist and put him down, pushed him up, and said slowly in his ear with a hoarse and magnetic voice: "It's too late for you to regret it."

Song Qingwen nodded, put his arms around his neck, his long and slender legs were shining white under the light...

Opening his eyes again, the sun was already high, and Song Qingwen felt that except for this head, the other parts were not his own.

Thinking of what happened yesterday, I couldn't help but cry a little. That person, no, that beast, tossed himself into a coma and then woke up again. It took a long time to go back and forth before it stopped.

Liang Sheng came in with the porridge, his energetic appearance made Song Qingwen even more angry, why should he just lay here half dead, but he can act like a normal person.

"Thank you for your hard work, have some porridge."

Song Qingwen wanted to refuse at first, but when he saw that it was shredded chicken porridge, he looked at Liang Sheng meaningfully. How could he know himself so well?You won't really monitor yourself!From what he did yesterday, it is absolutely certain that Liang Sheng is not a normal person.

Liang Sheng sat by the bed, thoughtfully scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it, and placed it near Song Qingwen's mouth.

Feed?Song Qingwen got goosebumps all over his body, he quickly reached out to take the bowl and spoon, took a sip, it was delicious and sticky: "Where did you buy it? It tastes good."

Liang Sheng laughed flamboyantly, patted his chest and said triumphantly, "I did it!"

The corner of Song Qingwen's mouth twitched, was he being taken over by this childish ghost in front of him who was begging for praise?Can't help but worry about my future, this fellow looks unreliable.

Seeing Song Qingwen sip the porridge he made, Liang Sheng was full of pride, and couldn't help but raised his hand to stroke his hair, which was soft and slippery: "It will start up in half a month, you have to work hard. "

Song Qingwen paused for a while, then nodded, this opportunity is hard-won, and he will definitely do his best.

"The script still has sex scenes, should I talk to the scriptwriter and let him delete it!"

Song Qingwen was a little unhappy, and gave him a blank look: "Don't mess around."

The existence of the plot is reasonable, and random deletion will seriously affect the quality.

Liang Sheng was very obedient, he didn't say anything, his eyes looking at Song Qingwen were full of tenderness.

Suddenly, Liang Sheng stretched out his hand, and Song Qingwen felt that he was about to hide. What did he mean?You don't even finish the meal, so there's another round?It's so inhuman.

Before he finished slandering, Liang Sheng wiped the corner of his mouth and then moved his hand away: "Look at you, you are scared, there is food on the side of your mouth."

Song Qingwen pursed his lips in embarrassment. It turned out that he was thinking too much. He subconsciously stretched out his tongue and licked his lips. Liang Sheng's lower abdomen tightened, and he looked at Song Qingwen with deep meaning: "Little guy, you seduce me."

Oh my god, little guy, I've read too many books!Calling myself a big man and a little guy is really perverted.

Song Qingwen stuffed the empty bowl into Liang Sheng's arms, slipped into the bed, only his head was exposed, and he closed his eyes tightly: "I'm still sleepy, let me rest."

This is really not a lie, just sit up and eat a bowl of rice, the place where I was tortured yesterday has been overwhelmed.

Liang Sheng took the bowl and left. He really didn't control himself well yesterday. After all, the person he had a crush on for so many years was lying under him.

Hearing the sound of the door being closed, Song Qingwen slowly opened his eyes, staring intently at the chandelier on the roof, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He never thought of using this kind of transaction in exchange for resources, until the second before he met Liang Sheng, he didn't have this idea.

I was selected by Luo Wen based on my strength, and I can no longer be snatched away by Lu Mingzhou. What is ridiculous is that I have to use crooked methods to keep my role, what a cruel fact, forced Leading people to go astray.

But Song Qingwen didn't regret it, he knew his heart very well, there was a fire in his heart, a flame that could not be taken back once released.

He wants to get back what Lu Mingzhou stole from him, and all of this requires Liang Sheng's help. Sometimes he has to admit that having money and power can indeed simplify many things, Song Qingwen laughed at himself I laughed, and after experiencing the beatings of life, I didn't feel like myself anymore.

Liang Sheng came in with the ointment, and what he saw was Song Qingwen's pale cheeks, his eyes stared at the chandelier absent-mindedly, and he looked haggard and weak.

"I bought medicine and rubbed it on you. I held you in the shower in the morning and saw that you were swollen."

Liang Sheng walked forward with some guilt, and stretched out his hand to lift the quilt. Only then did Song Qingwen regain his senses, and quickly grabbed the corner of the quilt: "What are you doing?"

"Give you medicine."

Song Qingwen immediately understood, and hurriedly said, "I'll do it myself."

Liang Sheng frowned, somewhat disapproving, why did he apply the medicine himself like this?

So Liang Sheng ignored his resistance and forcefully lifted the quilt.

When he saw the mottled marks on Song Qingwen's body, Liang Sheng's expression immediately darkened, for he had acted too harshly.

After being annoyed, he unconsciously softened his voice: "Let me do it."

Song Qingwen closed his eyes and let him, he was too tired to move, he didn't want to move, he just let him if he wanted, it's not like he didn't see him.