Can you break it, buddy? [Travel]

It's not a question of brother or not, but that bastard Yan Jinxiao is clearly teasing him again!

Sheng Zimo bit his cheek and replied, "Can I call you 'uncle'? Your uncle."

After finishing speaking, he crawled back to his own bed, got into the bed, and covered his head with the quilt.

Yan Jinxiao looked at the bulging arc under the quilt, and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

That night, Sheng Zimo lay on the bed tossing and turning, and he never got a good night's sleep. When he thought of his unclear relationship with Yan Jinxiao, his emotions were indescribably complicated.

Later, when the sound of setting off firecrackers outside was gone, he fell asleep unknowingly, and the next morning after breakfast, he bid farewell to Grandpa Yan. Before he went out for a few steps, the two of them were stopped by a voice step.

"Sheng Zimo, it's you!" The strong man came striding from behind, his rough black face showed a mouthful of white teeth, he let out a sigh of relief, and continued, "Happy Chinese New Year!"

"Brother Dong!" Sheng Zimo tilted his head and wondered, "Why are you here?"

After finishing speaking, he also replied "Happy Chinese New Year" belatedly.

"His house is in the same building as my grandfather, just like the two of us, come back for the New Year." Yan Jinxiao took over the conversation, he looked at the smirk in Chen Jingdong's eyes, and felt that there was nothing good, "Okay, I've finished asking 'Happy New Year' , We still have something to do, so let's go first."

But just as he was about to leave, Chen Jingdong strode forward and blocked the way of the two younger brothers: "Don't tell me...it's the first day of the new year. Seeing my brother is like meeting a plague god!" Chen Jingdong frowned thickly, and pressed his hands Feeling aggrieved in his heart, he said, "—Brother is injured."

Sheng Zimo raised his hand and looked at the time. It was only after 7 o'clock, and the sky was just getting dark. "It's not brother, we have to rush to the set. We have work today."

"Have you eaten? Why is it so early?"

"Hey, it's about the company." Chen Jingdong looked at Yan Jinxiao with a cold gaze, as if he couldn't see it, and continued, "Brother is taking care of everything every day, and you are busy."

Sighing: "Where there is a need, brother will go there." Putting his hand on Sheng Zimo's shoulder, he said as he walked, "Fire brigade, take care of him in the first and third grades of junior high... work hard!"

Yan Jinxiao looked at the two figures walking forward with their shoulders crossed - striding forward in a few steps, gave Chen Jingdong's big black claws, and slapped Sheng Zimo's shoulders, and suddenly separated them, saying: "You are not a day-to-day man. Is it? Hurry up and go with you."

Chen Jingdong looked at Yan Jinxiao's virtue of "protecting food", and couldn't help laughing.

His lies today are extremely natural. Although he knows that Yan Jinxiao sees everything clearly, he seems to be nothing. Where did the first grade of junior high school come from?

The performance in these years has been so good that even the Chinese New Year holiday is much earlier than that of ordinary companies. The various benefits and humanization are simply not too exciting.

In fact, since Chen Jingdong accidentally learned last night that his future "sister-in-law-to-be" was taken back by Yan Jinxiao to see the old man, he has never been safe again—he called Yan Jinxiao several times before and after, with one purpose—to join the game.

The buddies even suggested taking advantage of the joy of the Chinese New Year to give Sheng Zimo a personal turnaround, let Yan Jinxiao "get on the bus first, then buy the ticket", and make "raw rice into mature rice" - see how this kid Sheng Zimo still manipulates the ink .

But Yan Jinxiao turned off the phone later, and this "crime" stagnated in the planning stage.

It wasn't a coincidence that the three brothers bumped into each other so early in the morning.

——Brother Chen was worried about Yan Jinxiao's love life. He didn't know what time it was and started guarding the door to listen. Finally, he succeeded in "waiting for the rabbit" and went out to catch up with the two of them. While chatting in a few words, In the end, he persuaded the two younger brothers to join his cool big G, and became a full-time driver.

"Hey, I didn't know that the company's matter would be settled as soon as it was settled." Chen Jingdong started the car and put the phone aside, "Okay! I woke up early today, and I have nothing to do over there."

He directed and acted in a play by himself, and specially arranged for the little secretary to make a phone call right on time -- the nonsense story finally came to a successful conclusion.

"Anyway, I'm fine today, so I'll send you two to play a dog-blood drama first." Looking at the rearview mirror, he smiled.

Yan Jinxiao met the eyes in the rearview mirror - the bruises on the corners of Chen Jingdong's eyes a few days ago, with dark skin as the background, through the thin myopia lens, although it is not very obvious, but because of his rough and unscrupulous Temperament, people don't think about it-this is basically the result of trying to moles a woman from a good family and being taught a lesson.

Yan Jinxiao drank a lot of wine last night, got up early today, was a little sleepy, and couldn't get rid of Brother Dadong, so he crossed his arms and closed his eyes to fall asleep—out of sight, out of mind.

Sheng Zimo was heartless, and he chatted with Chen Jingdong about the car and the Spring Festival Gala like a fool, and then suddenly heard this question: "Zimo, what do you think of our Xiaozi people?"

Hearing the sound, Sheng Zimo subconsciously glanced at the sleeping person beside him, and thought about it seriously, but in the end he still didn't answer why.

This question sounds very common at first glance - in the past, Sheng Zimo would definitely open his mouth and ask: Xiaozi is the best buddy in my life!

But right now, for some reason, his tongue got a little knotted, and after hesitating, he threw the question back: "Why, Brother Dong thinks that others are not good?"

Chen Jingdong glanced at Sheng Zimo's expression in the rearview mirror, and smiled: "I'm asking you, but I'm asking."

"Our family, Xiaozi, graduated from Haida University. He must be talented and good-looking... He looks like a dog. How can I think he can't do it?"

"Hey, it's you..." Chen Jingdong stopped the car at the red light, turned his head, and raised his chin at Sheng Zimo, "What about you? Do you think he can do it?" The tone of his voice obviously had some hidden meaning behind his words.

"..."

——I can’t tell you if it’s okay or not.

Sheng Zimo understood it, but he didn't answer the question, and asked instead, "Didn't he drop out of Haida?"

Chen Jingdong raised his thick eyebrows, and said in surprise: "Who said that? Xiaozi completed four years of courses in his sophomore year, and he graduated early, so awesome? Er Baji's graduation photos are all framed in my house!"

Sheng Zimo suffocated, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The streets on the first day of the Lunar New Year were extremely deserted, with only sparse traffic, and few pedestrians could be seen on the street at this point. Sheng Zimo was sitting in the big G at this time, but his unbelievable thoughts had already been circling cloud nine.

But the awesome male lead next to him remained motionless throughout the whole process, his eyes closed and his expression calm and natural, until the three brothers arrived in the group together. Come back.

When finishing work and changing clothes in the evening, Sheng Zimo finally couldn't help but asked, "Are you really a sophomore who finished the four-year course at Haida University?"

Yan Jinxiao opened the cabinet and glanced at him: "Why? Don't you believe me?"

Sheng Zimo frowned and scratched his head: "Then why did you accept "Hug"?"

Yan Jinxiao took off his costume and put it aside, wearing a black hurdling vest, showing broad shoulders and strong arms: "If I say that it's just to hug you, would you believe me?"

Sheng Zimo: "..."

"Can you be serious?" Sheng Zimo put on his coat and stood by the door with his hands in his pockets—once he crossed over, he thought he knew things like a god, but he didn't want Yan Jinxiao to have situations one after another.

He knew how difficult Yan Jinxiao had been, that he stepped into the modeling circle, and then how he couldn't help but struggle in the entertainment circle.

But this person is now, although he is still the same person, but the situation is completely different from the past.

Sheng Zimo thought back to the real mahogany furniture in Grandpa Yan's house that he noticed this morning when he came back to his senses. A simple fee for an initial home visit.

Yan Jinxiao once bought the old man a luxury house within the first ring road, but the old man refused to live in it. In the end, Yan Jinxiao replaced the decoration of the old house. Seeing the old man's moved and gratified expression, he finally give up.

"Aren't you really some overlord to experience life?" Sheng Zimo teased, leaning against the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, Yan Jinxiao smiled: "If I say yes, will you let me chase?"

His eyes were deep - these words sounded half-truth, and Sheng Zimo was momentarily speechless.

"If it's true, I'll let you take care of it...you still need to chase?" The man surnamed Sheng would slide down the steps. He didn't want to make the atmosphere tense, so he made a joke.

"Really?" Yan Jinxiao cheered, the sweater was in his hand without putting it on, and there was a "bang", pressing the sweater against the door with his big hand, and leaning over, "Then let me inspect the goods first, pack it right away after the inspection .”

Sheng Zimo was suddenly dumbfounded by this sudden counterattack - his heart jumped to his throat, he swallowed subconsciously, and blinked quickly.

The two were so close, their breaths almost matched each other.

Sheng Zimo smelled a kind of clear and light smell that belonged to Yan Jinxiao, like the sweet spring filled with limes.

At this moment, Yan Jinxiao's strong and tense muscles, his strong collarbone, and his handsome cheeks were all within reach. Sheng Zimo pinched his knuckles, and his expression turned petrified in an instant.

He wanted to say: What the hell is this trick going on forever?Can you start a little more and avoid this set.

But for some reason, Sheng Zimo didn't say anything, and didn't implement any masculine resistance.

Yan Jinxiao's dark pupils stared fiercely at Sheng Zimo—for a moment, those eyes almost slashed across the moist and plump lips in front of him, causing Sheng Zimo to purse his lower lip in a daze.

Seeing this, Yan Jinxiao laughed silently. He leaned his head close to Sheng Zimo's ear, and said in a low voice, "What? Are you expecting something?"

Sheng Zimo: "..."

And at this moment-

Suddenly there were several knocks on the door in the anxious space, "Hey, are you two finished? Why do you get ink stains like this when you change your clothes?"

Chen Jingdong's high-pitched voice brought Sheng Zimo back to his senses, pushed the person in front of him away, opened the door and left as if fleeing for his life.

Brother Dadong stared at Sheng Zimo who came out of this branch of flowers, his cheeks were as red as boiled shrimps, and only then did he realize that those knocks on the door just now might have ruined his brother's good deeds.

Sheng Zimo hurriedly stopped the running Sheng Zimo: "Where are we going? There is still a game tonight!"

Chen Jingdong, thanks to the two leading men, has lived in his thirties today, and was lucky enough to be a free audience on the set for a day. He is naturally familiar with his temperament, but in just one day, he has the ability to call brothers and sisters with many staff members.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, this buddy even sent someone to get a "Unlimited Drinking Afternoon Tea Dining Car" from "Star Daddy" to come over, so that a group of little girls would follow one after another—one brother on the left, one brother on the right , called him elated.

But Brother Dadong, who had been exuberant and happy for a day, saw that he had disturbed his younger brother's good business, how could he let Sheng Zimo go away, his mind turned, and he suddenly said this sentence: "Brother asked Your business..."

Sheng Zimo stopped.

Chen Jingdong's tone was rather hesitant: "—that pomegranate, do you know her well?"