After breaking up, he panicked

The capital of Huaguo was much more prosperous than previous years. Zhang Shuyi saw a few tea tables in the shopping mall, and just after paying for it, the clerk in the store told him that they supported it.

After all, Zhang Shuyi used to be an amphibious actor, so he didn't use his own name. Li Huan was also out in the film and television industry, so he used the assistant's information when he went shopping, so he wasn't afraid of being known.

As soon as he walked out of the store, there was an advertisement for world-class luxury goods on the huge electronic screen, in which was Hong Wei, with a handsome face like a supermodel walking up, his eyes were sharp but not dangerous feel.

It can also be called a refined and refined appearance.

"Tsk, it's the boy's [-]th change, and now it's so interesting." Li Huan didn't avoid it like he did at the airport, after all, such a large electronic screen can be seen in any corner of this shopping mall. .

Zhang Shuyi is always like this. He carefully looked at the [-]-second commercial, and said to the point: "It's pretty good. Whether it's the sense of the camera or the degree of photogenicity, he can be called the best actor."

Li Huan was unable to speak for a while, the words were like a fishbone stuck in his heart, he could not go up or down.

"Ah, Best Actor, Best Actor Hong!" A little girl next to her was obviously a fan of Hong Wei, and she surprised her friend to take out her mobile phone to take a long-distance photo with Hong Wei in the advertisement.

The other girl hesitated, and after a while, she said in a low voice: "It's not me, I thought that Hong Yingdi's commercial was a bit like the previous actor Zhang."

The surname Zhang is a common surname, and it can be found everywhere, even if it is a film king, there is not only one surnamed Zhang.

But as long as Hongwei is mentioned at the same time, everyone will know that Zhang Shuyi is the actor whose surname is Zhang.

Na Hongwei's little fan was obviously not happy, sneered, and said: "Who doesn't know that Zhang Shuyi is our Hongying actor's stand-in? It's fine for him to be a stand-in emotionally. Wasn't he imitating us when he was filming the movie?" Hongyingdi?!"

That girl was sensible, she said: "It's unnecessary, obviously Zhang Yingdi has been popular for many years, Hong Yingdi came out to film."

"What do you know? Our Hong Yingdi is also a student of the C Drama University, and he is only a class lower than Zhang Shuyi. He must have imitated our Hong Yingdi when he was in school, and we only went to film after our Hongying Emperor. Because you want to study abroad, okay?"

"It's not like Zhang Shuyi's shameless and poor actor, shamelessly imitating everywhere, after all, this will not last long, you see, now he has found his retribution, and the backlash is coming, now he must have no shame to return to the country! "

Li Huan was afraid to look into Zhang Shuyi's eyes.

Zhang Shuyi acted as if he didn't hear him, and he couldn't see his face clearly even though he was wearing sunglasses and a mask, but he just heard him say calmly, "Let's go Brother Huan, I'll treat you to lunch."

"Ah, stop shopping? And those kitchen..."

"Don't worry." Zhang Shuyi walked away, his straight and smooth back made the girls look sideways.

It made them stop arguing, and took out their mobile phones to take pictures in a low voice, exclaiming that they were lucky to meet a handsome guy.

The corner of Li Huan's mouth twitched uncomfortably, and he took a cold look at the Hongying Emperor's female fans who were blushing excitedly, and followed Zhang Shuyi's footsteps to leave.

Inside the Jingyu Building, the president's office.

"Hey, how come Mr. Li is free to come to my place today?" Deng Meng asked with a smile.

"This is the second day of your return to China. You didn't go for a walk in the capital with your partner. See if there is anything different about the place you haven't seen for half a year?"

Hearing this, Li Jingchi didn't even frown. He directly asked, "Did you sell the 14th floor of your new building, Jingyu Community?"

"Ah?" Deng Meng paused, he didn't know whether the specific floor below his real estate was sold, and he subconsciously asked curiously: "Why, your big villa in the middle of the mountain is uncomfortable? "

Li Jingchi didn't speak, just looked at Deng Meng with cold eyes and slightly raised eyebrows.

Deng Meng was taken aback by this look, and asked subconsciously: "Isn't there a large flat on the top floor in the city center, where the tables, chairs and furniture are all you and Zhang...that...that It was arranged with care."

At the end of the story, he looked at Li Jingchi's expression getting colder and colder, until he felt a little cramped in the huge CEO's office, wishing he could travel back to the previous few seconds and sew his mouth shut.

Zhang Shuyi is recognized in Li Jingchi's circle as being superior to the original body, whether it is temperament, appearance, or ability.

But no matter whether it was Li Jingchi's first love, Hong Wei had a good relationship with him even as a group of young masters.

The relationship is here, and it is not easy for them to intervene.

It's just a pity for Zhang Shuyi, everyone can tell that this actor who is three years older than them likes Li Jingchi very much.

Compared with a group of real young masters like them, Zhang Shuyi is more like the noble young master who is not familiar with the world.

That exquisite face with the temperament of calligraphy and painting, you can see at a glance how much this person likes Li Jingchi, even like a deer, Li Jingchi is so happy that he responds to him even if he doesn't know what to do.

Later, Zhang Shuyi and Li Jingchi broke up in that way, and they also felt it was a pity.

Li Jingchi is now wearing a casual white t-shirt, white-washed straight-leg jeans, a pair of undercut AJs on his feet, and a casual dress.

But even so, the good figure on his body is fully revealed, the arms that are casually placed on the sofa are slender but muscular.

"Hurry up, if it doesn't sell, I'll buy it." His voice was casual, as if he was just here to buy the house.

Deng Meng looked at his appearance, and asked tentatively, "What if it's sold?"

Li Jingchi raised his head, the eyes of the aggressive man stared at him like an abyss.

"Okay, okay, it must have not been sold."

----

When Li Jingchi came in, because he had a few drinks with his friends in the evening and was a little lazy, he didn't turn on the light. He knew the layout of the room clearly, but after walking two steps, he tripped over something like a wooden stake.

He was tall and burly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he turned on the porch light at the door.

Sure enough, there was a log stake that just reached his knees in the corridor by the door.

Li Jingchi doesn't understand art, but since he got together with Zhang Shuyi, he suddenly has a bit more literary atmosphere.

Looking at this log, it should be Zhang Shuyi who said a few days ago that he wanted to add a bit of wildness to the house.

I was afraid that the wooden thorn would cut his hands, a pair of artistic hands.

"you're back."

His voice was not as usual outside, it was indifferent and elegant.

Like a kitten, waxy.

Tsk, he is obviously three years older than him, how dare he act like a baby.

Li Jingchi was disdainful in his heart, but he saw the man wearing light green cotton pajamas and pajama pants, with a pair of white sleeping socks on his feet, standing on the carpet in the bedroom, looking at him sleepily. Mist-like eyes fell on him lightly, but they did not hide the slightest love.

What a fool.

Li Jingchi continued to think in his heart, but he walked towards him uncontrollably, with an unconscious smile on his face.

"Woke you up?"

Zhang Shuyi is neither tall nor short, at 1.7 meters eight, ten centimeters shorter than him, but much lighter than him.

He could hug his waist with one hand, and the man obediently wrapped his arms around his neck, rubbing his smooth forehead against his unshaven chin after staying up all night.

Like a cat.

Li Jingchi thought, that night, he was in a good mood because of this action, so he loved him very much, waiting for him to cry like a cat, with a slight nasal sound and uncontrollable sobbing.

Li Jingchi hadn't dreamed of Zhang Shuyi for a long time, it should be said that he rarely dreamed of others, including Hong Wei.

Still such a dream.

He woke up on the second floor of the empty mid-level villa, took off his pajamas in silence, and took another cold shower.

But the cold shower didn't seem to relieve the thirst in his throat, so he casually took a robe and put it on his body, went to the refrigerator next to the TV, took out a bottle of ice water, and took a few sips with his head up.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, there was only a wooden bench, made of a log, and the thorns on it had been carefully ground away long ago, so it couldn't hurt anyone in the slightest.

Hong Wei is a person who knows how to live, unlike Zhang Shuyi, he really looks like a nobleman, who has never even picked up a knife.

When Hong Wei knocked on the door and came in, he saw Li Jingchi cooking in the kitchen.

It still looks decent, stewed beef brisket with potatoes, fried shredded pork, and a noodle cake.

Hong Wei asked, "How do you know I like beef brisket stewed with potatoes?"

Li Jingchi paused for turning over the cake, and said in a moderate voice, "You can do whatever you want."

Hong Wei took a bowl, saw the chopsticks bucket beside Li Jingchi, rolled his eyes, and stretched it out silently, the arm clearly intended to touch his thin waist.

But the man seemed to open his eyes behind his back, and he took out a pair of chopsticks for him neatly, and handed them to him.

"Go ahead and have a taste."

Hong Wei took the chopsticks, with a bit of unwillingness in his eyes.

"When did you learn to cook? Why haven't you done it for three years?"

Hong Wei's voice was neither noble nor elegant, but with a serious attachment, just like himself.

Li Jingchi cut the bread, turned around and walked out of the kitchen with the bread, his back was still tall and straight, giving people an unattainable feeling.

But Hong Wei felt that after the two met three years ago, Li Jingchi changed.

He can no longer touch it.

Obviously he agreed to the two getting back together, didn't he?

"Jing Chi, the stewed potatoes are too soft, I like to eat hard ones, have you forgotten?" Hong Wei asked coquettishly in the empty room.

"Really? It's better to stew harder next time." Li Jingchi picked up a piece, ate it, and it was really soft.

It's like Zhang Shuyi who likes to eat soft potatoes.

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