Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

The Spring Festival is getting closer and closer, and everyone is looking forward to the [-]th day off. Knowing how rare it is for a crew with a tight schedule to have a day off, everyone in the community works harder.

The filming of "Embrace" is carried out in an orderly manner. These days, it is even like a white-collar worker can finish work at the right time. There is no arrangement for the early morning and early night scenes-it really makes everyone not too happy!

After work was over, Yan Jinxiao flashed away with the computer on his back as usual, Sheng Zimo looked at the leaving back and didn't have time to think about it, so Liu Zhe called him and invited him to a party in a private bar.

Today, Liu Zhe is the host—the CRM system that Sheng Zimo designed for him in an emergency before is currently in the steady development stage. After playing the gay guy, hurry up to partner with yourself.

Sheng Zimo's design surprised him and several internal project managers—especially the optimization and innovation of business functions, which made people very impressed.

Liu Zhe felt that Sheng Zimo's level was much higher than the so-called "returnee experts" in his father's company. There was no need to go abroad to drink foreign ink in the future, and just start a business and become a master.

But Sheng Zimo listened to Liu Zhe's words and said that he was too lazy to think about the future, so Liu Zhe put this matter aside for the time being and didn't say anything more.

A bunch of buddies get together to chat about the current situation, work, and irrelevant things—for example, a group of ghosts and goblins helped Sheng Zimo ask Song Mingyi that night.

"That female nerve didn't harass you anymore, did it?" Liu Zhe felt terrified when he thought of this woman after experiencing the venting of being scratched and bitten by Song Mingyi, and he continued, "It's all done. If people still come to pester you, you will take over the house." Liu Zhe smiled.

Sheng Zimo took a sip of his beer, and he didn't want to mention this at all, so he waved his hand and said, "It's over."

"But Master Mo, that little girl looks pretty good... She has a big temper and a lot of irritation, maybe you can take care of it." The six sons peeled a peanut and threw one into their mouths, "Try it, and you will be a part of it." Meat! Look, it was made for a little girl." Liu Zi raised his eyes and smiled.

This guy didn't participate in performance art or cosplay today, and he didn't play with heavy makeup and miniskirts. He was wearing a small, ironed men's suit, and he looked like a dog.

Sheng Zimo squeezed the glass and raised his eyebrows.

——Knowing that the buddy was just joking, he didn't want to answer.

It's rare to return to the age of 20, and what should be let go has long been let go. He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, and he didn't want to delay Song Mingyi, so he gave full play to his acting talent that night, completely playing the scumbag he knew.

Liu Zhe stuffed a piece of sashimi dipped in the sauce into his mouth, watched Sheng Zimo remain silent, and said to Liu Zi: "You like to play and stimulate you to chase after him, maybe you and that female nerve can still get along Eye."

The sixth son curled his lips and smiled: "That's right! If I'm interested in girls, you guys will have to be bachelors."

Liu Zhe stopped his chopsticks, squinted his eyes and scolded with a smile: "Siji! Dude! Just don't be interested in us!"

The other buddies who were sitting were happy together when they heard the sound.

"Just you guys..." Liu Zi shook his noble and glamorous handsome face, "I really don't like it!"

Looking around, he fixed his eyes on Sheng Zimo: "This is Master Mo..." He suddenly paused——

Sheng Zimo had long been immune to this guy's naked eyes, so he laughed unconsciously: "What's the matter? Are you going to try it with me?"

The six sons had a smile on their peach blossom eyes: "The two of us collided at the first glance... how do we play?"

Brothers laughed, Sheng Zimo. Tongue. Tip. Pushed his chin: "Fuck you, brother, the number of Jianghu is 111, remember it!"

The sixth son pursed his lips and smiled, his tongue. The tip of his tongue. He slid his palate, and then said, "How is your Tanmei drama filming going? Liu Zhe sent me a photo of your husband the other day... so handsome!"

Sheng Zimo glanced at Liu Zhe speechlessly.

Liu Zhe is not a big talker, but sometimes he catches some fun and likes to share it with his brothers - it's better to have fun alone than to have fun with others.

His sister and Shiliu are friends, and he is also close to Shiliu. A few days ago, he happened to see Yan Jinxiao and Sheng Zimo's side shots of the work in Shiliu's drama when he checked Moments a few days ago.

——After all, the two "pseudo-gays" in the photo are very eye-catching, and he just wants to be greedy.

Sheng Zimo glanced at the expressions of the two people, and didn't bother to explain anything, so he continued following Liu Zi's words: "That's...that guy in my family is not only good-looking, but also has amazing physical strength."

Hearing the sound, the six sons pricked up their ears, and poked their necks forward—but who would have thought that Master Mo would stop at the point, and after saying a word, he resentfully ate the sashimi, with a feline smile in his eyes, and boasted to Liu Zhe that it was delicious.

——Don't mention anything else, it just killed Liu Zi.

"Grandpa...do you dare to finish the sentence?" The six sons were scratched at their hearts.

Sheng Zimo laughed until he shook his shoulders while chewing something.

In fact, he doesn't like to chat with his buddies about his filming of corrupt dramas, the main reason is nothing else - just embarrassment.

A straight man shared with an acquaintance that he was fucked. To be honest, it was really embarrassing.

Sheng Zimo used to take on such a job purely to make quick money, but now his time-traveling identity cannot be explained to the outside world, and those present still think that he is acting to save money for studying abroad, so that's all he does, and he doesn't bother to do more say what.

But today, his buddies took him and Yan Jinxiao to make fun of him. He told the truth psychologically, but he really couldn't tell—although he knew intellectually that the play was fake, but whether it was true emotionally or not, he rarely faced it directly.

"Is it over yet?" Sheng Zimo cleared his throat, "I didn't make a three-level film. Look at your faces, it's like unearthed cultural relics... that little insight!"

"Hey, why are you so impatient?" Liu Zi chatted and said with a smile, "I still don't believe that the two of you kissed... really didn't have any physical reaction?"

Sheng Zimo gritted his back molars, put his hands on the table, looked sideways at Liu Zi, stomped on the ground shamelessly, and said, "My buddy admits——Yes!"

"But what about 'yes'? 'Yes'—it means that my father is a normal man." He added.

Liu Zhe immediately burst out laughing, patted Sheng Zimo on the shoulder, and joked, "Normal man... don't hold back anything!"

Sheng Zimo didn't respond.

The six sons smiled, raised their thin chins, and said to Sheng Zimo, "If there is...you and your husband can solve each other!"

Sheng Zimo: "..."

These words sound a bit familiar, Sheng Zimo seems to have said similar words to Yan Jinxiao not long ago - exposing the kiss that he took the initiative to wrap around the latter that night, and the two kissed each other.

But at this moment, the messy picture flashed through Liu Zi's mind because of Liu Zi's words. Before he knew it, Sheng Zimo felt his face burn.

Liu Zi pursed his lower lip, and continued lazily, "I'm also part of the industry. How do you filming men and women play in private... Do you think I really don't count?" Liu Zi smiled, "You too Don't play some innocent and beautiful boy here."

He looked at Sheng Zimo in a daze, then picked up the wine and clinked the wine glass in front of Sheng Zimo, and said, "Who doesn't have any physical needs? But if a man has sex with a woman, it's like a reward. Like a gift - you have to open your screen, you have to give gifts, and you have to be responsible!"

"But you and your 'husband' are different..." Liu Zi deliberately put on a strange tone, emphasizing the word "husband", he squinted and said with a smile, "You two...you can simply draw a picture happy!"

Sheng Zimo came back to his senses, and felt that he was careless in making friends. What kind of logic is this?

But when he returned to his residence at night, he found that Yan Jinxiao hadn't come back—Sheng Zimo was alone in the empty room, but his mind was even more confused.

When taking a shower, he deliberately turned the water cold—just to wake himself up.

After passing through, he met Yan Jinxiao again, and he didn't know if it was his own illusion. Sheng Zimo felt that Yan Jinxiao was always kind of inexplicably weird-but he didn't want to ask too many questions, because there was really no specific entry point. , Thinking too much, I feel like a mother-in-law.

But leaving the bad questions behind, there is one thing that makes Sheng Zimo feel quite miraculous, that is, after time travel, he seems to have some kind of extraordinary memory - details such as script lines, personnel exchanges, etc. It seems to be very clear in my mind.

He couldn't figure out why, when he pushed the door naked after taking a shower, he slammed on the brakes——

Why did Yan Jinxiao come back without any movement?

——People are sitting on the sofa and swiping their phones right now!

Sheng Zimo sneezed suddenly, his heart rose to his throat - he hurriedly closed the door with a "bang" and hid in the bathroom.

He didn't know why he did this?

They're all men, why panic?

I used to go out to play with Yan Jinxiao, change my swimming pants face to face... when we "drain water" together, we would glance at each other and make a joke, it's a common occurrence!

Sheng Zimo let out a long breath and gritted his teeth.

And when he opened the door again and poked out his wet head - he found that Yan Jinxiao was half-sitting on the armrest of the sofa with his arms folded and one long leg bent, looking at him.

"Then...then what..." Sheng Zimo swallowed, his expression unnatural, but he tried his best to maintain a calm mind, "I thought you wouldn't come back for a while...I didn't bring any clothes."

"Excuse me, help me get a pair—" He wanted to say "clean underwear", but found that these words were a bit hot, so he said seriously, "Take down the change of clothes."