I'm in a sports variety show with my nemesis HE

Gao Xingcheng was sealed at the table by Song Mingyuan's kiss, staring blankly at his little bamboo horse with wide-eyed eyes, not forgetting to wrap his hands around him in case he would not stand still and fall.

"Hey," Song Mingyuan drank more and more anxiously today than at the dinner party, and the blush at the end of his eyes seemed to be more obvious. He tried to stand still, and lightly tapped Gao Xingcheng's lips with his fingertips, looking greedy. "You are so sweet!"

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head again, and pressed the corner of the other's lips again, staying for two seconds longer than last time, and made a small "boo" when he left.

Song Mingyuan took a wobbly step forward, gently pressed Gao Xingcheng's head to his chest, and whispered, "Why do I like you so much, Gao Xingcheng?"

Gao Xingcheng didn't expect Song Mingyuan to confess his love suddenly, his eyes immediately turned red, and he raised his arms around his waist with more force than every time.

Even though Song Mingyuan was drunk, he could still feel Gao Xingcheng's emotions keenly. He put his hands on Gao Xingcheng's head and ran down his hair, as if he was comforting a large dog that hadn't seen its owner for a long time, with a soft voice , with a nasal voice: "Be good, be good, we will not be separated from now on!"

Gao Xingcheng and Song Mingyuan didn't speak any more, they just hugged each other quietly and possessed each other.The steadfastness and satisfaction at this moment is something they have never experienced in work and life before. It seems that the whole heart is soaked in warm water, warm and comfortable.

However, before they had their fill of fun, there was a hasty knock on the door.

Song Mingyuan put his hands on Gao Xingcheng's shoulders, pushed him away slightly, staggered towards the door, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Who knocked on the door so late!"

Gao Xingcheng quickly chased after him and pulled Song Mingyuan behind him. He had already told Yaoyao not to look for him anymore. If he knocked on the door at this time, he must be a paparazzi reporter again, right?The news two days ago had a big impact on the two of them, and the company took a lot of trouble to settle it.

Gao Xingcheng opened the door, and his tall body covered Song Mingyuan tightly behind him. Before he could speak, the person outside the door lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Yuan, I know I shouldn't bother you, and I'm fine. I compete with you for the advantage, but when you prepared dinner and prepared to stand at his door, I finally realized my intentions. I was fidgeting in the room just now, so I decided to say this."

Song Mingyuan poked his head out from behind Gao Xingcheng. He was so familiar with this voice. He never expected that such a scene of good friends competing for boyfriends would happen to him. When Xiaomu fell in love with Gao Xingcheng, he had no idea at all.

Gao Xingcheng glanced at Song Mingyuan suspiciously, before he could open his mouth, Xiao Mu had lowered his head and continued on his own: "It doesn't matter, the choice is yours, I just want to express my heart, Yaoyao, I like you! "

Song Mingyuan jumped out from behind Gao Xingcheng this time. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boyfriend he had just acquired trying to hold back a smile. He took a step back and let him to the front.

"Isn't Yaoyao next door?"

"Ah? Yaoyao is next door?" Xiao Mu suddenly raised his head, completely confused, "Then what are you doing here?"

"I'm here? Of course I'm here!" This oolong made Song Mingyuan sober up, and he frowned and replied slightly dissatisfied, "I'm not here, can I still be at Yaoyao's?"

Gao Xingcheng finally couldn't help it anymore, put his arm on Song Mingyuan's shoulder, and laughed boldly.

Xiaomu carefully looked at the state of the two people in the room, they looked like they had just fought a few days ago, they were a young couple of you and me!

"Ah! My..." Xiaomu finally realized, his face blushed immediately, and he said while stepping back, "My, I went to the wrong door! It's okay, it's okay, you continue."

Xiaomu retreated to the middle of the corridor, and hurried back to his room. The remaining couple were smiling happily at the door.

"Your assistant is very interesting."

Song Mingyuan nodded, Xiaomu actually liked Yaoyao, and he didn't know what their assistants were talking about in the name of work when they were working hard to record.

"Xiao Yuan, why are you blushing?" Gao Xingcheng still hooked Song Mingyuan's shoulder, raised his hand and poked his cheek, "Are you allergic to alcohol? You shouldn't, I remember you secretly drank your godfather's wine when you were young, It's all right!"

"Oh!" Song Mingyuan pulled a little distance away from Gao Xingcheng without any trace, and raised his hand to fan him, "It's a bit hot in your room."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the almost-eat dinner on the table: "Then I'll go back first, and see you tomorrow."

Song Mingyuan's escape speed was not much slower than Xiaomu's. He quickly ran back to his room. He was not allergic to alcohol, and the temperature in the room was moderate. He blushed because he thought of his feat just now.

He was also very helpless, why every time he drank with Gao Xingcheng, he would always drink to the critical point where he was half drunk, his brain had stopped functioning, and he could not direct his body movements, but his memory was still sticking to his post, and after a little With a little disturbance, you can return to your sanity.

So, why did he kiss Gao Xingcheng just now, even twice in a row.

Song Mingyuan closed the door and lightly touched his warm and soft lips with his thumb. Although the first kiss was really good, did they progress too fast?Will it appear that you are frivolous?Very old hand?

He was a little annoyed, shouldn't he choose a romantic place for the first kiss?Music, flowers, and light strips are such an atmospheric place, how could it be at the dining table of a hotel? He just ate two pieces of roasted garlic wings!

"Ah!" Song Mingyuan fell on the bed with his head in his arms as he recalled. These were not the point. The point was that he had just been under the influence of alcohol, so he didn't feel it well at all. The feeling was a little blurred now, and it was difficult to guarantee a good night's sleep. When he wakes up, does he still remember?

Although he didn't want to fall asleep, there was too much information today, and he fell asleep after struggling for a while.

Gao Xingcheng next door didn't fall asleep so easily. He was a little hungry just now, and there happened to be a lot of things left on the table. In the spirit of Song Mingyuan's hard-earned purchases and the spirit of never wasting them, he supported himself to the point of exhaustion.

After eating too much, he couldn't lie down. He walked around the room several times before he managed to digest some of it. Finally, he turned off the light and lay down to sleep. When he closed his eyes, he saw Song Mingyuan's suddenly enlarged handsome face. With his sweet voice, even the smell of orange shower gel on his body became more and more clear in the room.

The more Gao Xingcheng wanted to ignore this scene, the clearer it became. He persisted for a while, and finally took a cold shower, and read the script for a long time before he fell asleep.

When Song Mingyuan woke up the next day, it was already eight o'clock. He and Gao Xingcheng took the same flight back to City A, and there was still about an hour and a half for breakfast.

He has always been simple and refreshing in private, and today he specially gave himself a hairstyle, and even took out all the clothes in the suitcase to try on, and chose the one he thought looked the best.Even the plastic ring was not put in the clothes today, but hung on the chest brightly.

Xiaomu knew that he had made a fool last night, so he ordered a hearty breakfast in the restaurant this morning, and stayed in Song Mingyuan's room, waiting to go there with him.

While packing his luggage, Song Mingyuan asked happily, "How were you and Yaoyao yesterday?"

Xiaomu quickly waved his hand, he ran back to the room yesterday and didn't even look for Yaoyao.

Song Mingyuan also knew that Xiaomu's character was introverted. He mustered up so much courage to confess his love yesterday, but he had an oolong in the end, so he couldn't help but show up and say, "Let me tell you, you must take the initiative when it comes to feelings. Only by taking the initiative can you know." The other party's mind."

As he said, he pulled the suitcase up and put it aside, and glanced at his phone. He wanted Gao Xingcheng to sleep a little longer, and he would have time to go to him at 08:30: "Give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle, look at me, If the two love each other happily, the wife will get it immediately!"

"Wife? Who? Brother Xing?" Xiaomu didn't want to hurt Song Mingyuan, but in terms of their appearance, height and personality, no matter how you look at it, his brother is a wife.

"That's right!" Song Mingyuan felt extremely proud when he mentioned Gao Xingcheng, "You don't know, he is my bamboo horse. He was very cute when he was young, with a round face and very soft and cute."

"Brother Yuan," Xiaomu didn't know whether he should interject, but still couldn't help reminding, "It doesn't seem to have anything to do with being cute when I was a child."

Song Mingyuan was stunned. This was the first time someone challenged his position in the relationship. Although he only met Xiaoyi yesterday, he has been calling his wife for more than ten years since he was sensible: "Impossible." , this was decided when we were young!"

The outspoken Xiaomu barely had a brain, and blurted out: "Why don't I believe that your parents are engaged, and also set up a position by the way?"

Song Mingyuan was completely stupid this time. In this way, his parents didn't seem to have said that Xiaoyi was his wife. He lowered his head, looked at the ground and fell into deep thought.

Only then did Xiaomu realize that he was talking fast: "I'm sorry, Brother Yuan, I didn't mean that."

"Hey, this kind of thing," Song Mingyuan quickly recovered his happy look, "Let's talk about it later, I will definitely spoil him forever!"

Song Mingyuan was originally an optimist. Most of his previous depression was entangled in finding someone. Now that Xiaoyi has found him, there is nothing that can make him unhappy. Even Xinghuo Culture can no longer threaten him. He doesn't care if he loves to hide in snow!

Moreover, although his parents never said that Xiao Yi is his wife, they didn't refute him when he called Xiao Yi's wife!

Song Mingyuan finally couldn't stay any longer, handed the luggage to Xiaomu, and knocked on Gao Xingcheng's door by himself.

In fact, he seldom needs Xiaomu to help him carry things. He basically carries his suitcase or backpack by himself. This is the first time he has exercised his privilege and stood at Gao Xingcheng's door easily all by himself.

Gao Xingcheng didn't get up too late, and tacitly wanted to wake Song Mingyuan up, but just as he opened the door, he saw him standing in front of his room.

"Morning!" Song Mingyuan wanted to pretend to be calm, but the corners of his mouth were raised crazily. This kind of smile is completely different from the signature smile he usually shows to fans. It is an uncontrollable and unstoppable smile that emanates from the inside out pleasure.

Xiaomu originally thought that his brother gave him the luggage to hold hands with Gao Xingchen, but Song Mingyuan's next move broke his unrealistic candy-crashing mentality.

Because Gao Xingcheng was a female assistant, he took all his luggage by himself. Song Mingyuan also knew this. When he saw the backpack hanging on his body, he stretched out his hand and pulled it off his shoulder. The other party thought he was looking for the scarf, and obeyed. Handed it into his hand.

Unexpectedly, Song Mingyuan threw his bag boldly, hung the schoolbag on his slightly thin shoulder, and went to get the suitcase in Gao Xingcheng's hand, not forgetting to comfort him: "This kind of thing will be left to the old man in the future." ..."

"Uh, leave it to me to do it!"

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The author has something to say:

Song Mingyuan: Leave all the hard work to me, lie down and rest well!

Gao Xingcheng:? ? ?My wife always thinks that I am my wife, what should I do?Waiting online, a little urgent~

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