What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

Tan Jingyang was awakened by thirst in the middle of his sleep, and felt like a fire was burning in his throat.

After waking up again, the light in his eyes flickered, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment, not knowing what was going on.

Unexpectedly, I really drank the broken piece...

The people around him seemed to sense his movement, frowning and turning over in their sleep, facing Tan Jingyang.

A hand stretched out lazily and placed it on his lower abdomen.

Tan Jingyang's pupils shrank suddenly!

No, the person lying on the side is not Tan Le!

He stiffly and slowly turned his head to look at the sleeping face of the other party. Through the dim skylight through the curtains, he saw that the neckline of Ji Zhun's pure cotton T-shirt was slightly open, revealing his ivory white neck and prominent collarbone.And through the skin that is attached to the thin material clothing, the real temperature is being transmitted.

Tan Jingyang bit the tip of her tongue hard, it's not a dream!

"Hiss—" Ji Zhun's eyelashes trembled, and he muttered dissatisfiedly in a hoarse voice, "Tan Jingyang, you bastard, I'm about to be tortured to death by you."

Tan Jingyang: "?!"

Bastard, toss to death, hiss... No matter how you listen to it together, it feels ambiguous and damn bad.

The hand on the lower abdomen continued to release the heat that made people's hearts churn, and Tan Jingyang only felt cold sweat on his back, and his palm was damp.

He clenched and loosened his fist several times before taking a deep breath and removing Ji Zhun's hand from his body.

"Ji, Jizhun." When Tan Jingyang spoke, his voice was still trembling, "Are... are you okay?"

"What a shit."

Zhun was completely woken up by him, and he raised his eyelids impatiently and complained: "I vomited all over the place, which made me apologize to the front desk for a long time."

"No, but why am I on your bed? And..." Still shirtless!

"Why don't I make you torment Tan Le?" Ji Zhun got up and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table to check the time. "Your clothes are also dirty. I washed them and hung them in the bathroom. I think I can do them in the morning."

"Ah, um." Tan Jingyang pursed her lips, her mind still buzzing.

Seeing Tan Jingyang's embarrassed look, Ji Zhun showed a playful smile on his face.

"Don't worry, brother, I didn't do anything to you~"

Tan Jingyang: "..." Master is afraid of what will happen to you.

"I'm going to the toilet." Tan Jing raised her body, feeling top-heavy again.He went to the cabinet and unscrewed the bottle of mineral water, gulping down most of the bottle.

There was a dripping sound of "tick, tick" in the toilet. Tan Jingyang turned on the light, closed the door, looked at his clothes hanging on the hanger, took it off again, twisted it twice against the sink, and hung it on the handle outside the door .

Then, he sat on the toilet and lit a cigarette, and he breathed a long sigh of relief after several puffs.

The memory gradually came back, and the farce in the hospital resurfaced before my eyes.Tan Jingyang knocked on the cigarette body, pressed the phone to look at the latest call record.It was the landlord upstairs from the massage parlor who called and asked him if he had thought about it. He was about to be admitted to the hospital.

Tan Jingyang closed her eyes and rubbed her sore and swollen temples, no matter what, no matter where she lives now is better than staying at my uncle's house.

The shower sprayed hot water, and the bathroom was soon filled with mist.

Tan Jingyang stood under the shower and washed off the smell of alcohol, and when he came out, he was not only refreshed again, but also had an idea in his eyes.

The sky became lighter again, Ji Zhun turned over and fell asleep soon after Tan Jingyang went to the bathroom, Tan Jingyang tiptoed to the middle of the two beds, hesitated for a while, and finally went to Tan Le's side.

Next time, don't dare to drink like this again.

……

This weekend, Tan Jingyang officially brought Tan Le out of his uncle's house.

Huazi drove a Jinbei car, and several people moved in and out carrying things.Uncle Yuan Chengwen sat on the sofa drinking beer, turned on the TV loudly, and looked at everyone with mocking eyes.

While Huazi and the others were loading things on the car, the uncle said coldly to Tan Jingyang: "You think the matter of moving away is over? The glasses and they insist that you can only pay back the money, and they have to find it on your head in the end."

"Really, let's go and see." Tan Jingyang smiled lightly without looking back, "Take care."

The uncle gritted his teeth, and slammed the beer can against the corner, the hops splashed and foamed.

The Jinbei car drove to Tan Jingyang's newly rented house, and Tan Le, who was squeezed in the pile of luggage, shook his feet, looking very excited.

Hua Zi chewed a toothpick and looked at Tan Le from the rearview mirror, and asked Tan Jingyang, the co-pilot, "Have hot pot at your place tonight? Celebrate Brother Yang's housewarming."

Tan Jingyang nodded: "Success, I'll settle down later, and I'll go to the supermarket."

"Don't buy wine." Huazi turned the steering wheel, "I still have the leftovers in my store."

"I won't drink today." Tan Jingyang smiled, "It was broken a few days ago, and my stomach is still uncomfortable."

Hua Zi raised his eyebrows, surprised: "It's rare, who did you drink with?"

"Continue."

"Oh, just the buddy you took to the roof last time?"

"Ah."

Hua Zi licked his lips and continued to drive without speaking.

Tan Jingyang turned his face to look at him, and said with a smile: "What's the matter, are you sore?"

Hua Zi waved his hand: "Fucking nonsense." Dun Dun added, "Actually, I'm quite happy for you. The last person you took the initiative to take to the roof was Cheng Zui."

Hearing this, Tan Jingyang's eyes sank slightly.

Hua Zi didn't notice it, and continued: "I remember he should come out next month, and I don't know what to do in the future... Hey, let's go pick him up that day?"

"En." Tan Jingyang responded, and the thumb hanging between her legs couldn't help rubbing the scar on her lower wrist.

After a long time, he said softly, "They are different."

"Who?"

Tan Jingyang was silent again, before saying: "It's nothing."

……

The Jinbei car turned a corner and entered the old street lined with funeral supplies shops.

Hua Zi frowned, lowered his voice and asked Tan Jingyang: "Why did you choose such a place?"

"I didn't choose this place." Tan Jingyang looked out the window, "I didn't have to choose at all."

"I'm not worried about you, it's just Xiaole..."

"Xiao Le." Tan Jingyang called softly, "Are you afraid?"

Tan Le, who was sitting in the back seat, shook her head vigorously: "I'm not afraid of anything when I'm with brother!"

"Good boy." Hua Zi boasted and continued, "But in fact, there is nothing to be afraid of. Who hasn't had such a day? Wait until the end, I hope someone remembers to burn more for you."

"Feudal superstition is not acceptable." Tan Jingyang thumped Huazi's shoulder.

"Tsk, don't make trouble, let's drive!"

From a long distance away, Tan Jingyang saw the dilapidated and hidden sign of the massage parlor downstairs.Without the ambiguous red lights at night, the massage parlor at this time looks quite normal except that it is a bit dilapidated.

Today is a sunny day, and the sunlight that is approaching autumn is no longer glaring. It warmly spreads in the alley and shines on the small and scattered shops.

The little wild cat on the roadside steps yawned lazily, raised its neck to be tickled, and squinted its eyes in satisfaction.

Tan Jingyang froze for a moment, feeling that the figure tickling the cat looked very familiar.He was wearing a light gray sweater, blue jeans, white sneakers and a white sun hat.

Just squatting under the sun, from time to time, I raised my head and smiled and chatted with the women in the massage parlor.

That woman was the one Tan Jingyang saw last time, but at this time she seemed to have just woken up, with freckles on her unpainted face, and she was only wearing a loose floral nightdress.Her hair was pulled back, and a toothbrush was still dangling from her mouth.

"Why do you open the store here?" Jizhun said while playing with the cat, "It's so remote, how can the business be good?"

The woman spat out the froth in her mouth and smiled: "It's okay to come here because they are all repeat customers. Besides, the rent in other places is so expensive, I can't afford it, can I?"

As if affected by the cat, Ji Zhun also yawned and lazily answered, "That's right, but this house is your own, so you shouldn't have any big expenses besides daily life, right?"

"That's right. Anyway, I'm the only one here. I don't need to take care of the elderly or take care of my children. I'm happy." After rinsing her mouth, the woman wiped her mouth with a towel, then raised her chin behind Ji Zhun, "Your friend is here."

Ji Zhun turned his head in response, and showed a smug smile after seeing Tan Jingyang.

Tan Jingyang frowned: "Why are you here?"

"you guess?"

"Brother Zhun!" Tan Le came out from behind Tan Jingyang, "You are here! My brother said to eat hot pot tonight!"

Tan Jingyang instantly knew that it was Tan Le who told Ji Zhun the address.

He looked at Ji Zhun, then looked at the woman in the massage parlor suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "You...know each other?"

"Just met." Ji Zhun stood up and clapped his hands in fear, "This is Aunt Hui, your new neighbor in the future."

"We've met." Tan Jingyang nodded lightly at the woman, then pulled Jizhun aside, and said in a low voice, "You... don't you know what she does?"

The signboard with the word "massage" written on it in front of Jizhunchong's store handed his chin: "You can't read?"

Tan Jingyang was a little helpless: "I said you are really stupid or fake? She..."

"Wait a minute." Ji Zhun interrupted Tan Jingyang, "I know what you want to say." He looked back at Aunt Hui, and asked Tan Jingyang again, "Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Tan Jingyang was silent for a while, shaking his head.

"That's it." Jizhun raised his eyebrows, "Since you haven't seen it, don't worry about labeling it."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and jumped into the car to help carry the luggage.

"Aunt Hui, please help me." Ji Zhun called to the woman in the massage shop.

The woman smiled with a thin cigarette in her mouth: "Little bastard is quite good at assigning people." She still walked forward and took a backpack from Ji Zhun.

Looking at Jizhun's back in the sun, Tan Jingyang's frown slightly relaxed, and tenderness appeared in his eyes.

In the end, should we say that this person lived a clean life, or was he innocent?

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Flirting on the outside and being cold on the inside, the beauty suffers (Wen Yuhan)

Former Loyal Dog and Back Belly Black Movie Emperor Gong (Pei Shaocheng)

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Wen Yuhan used to be the male god of the entire drama academy.

Born with affectionate eyes, only those who really know him know how ruthless he is.

Pei Shaocheng is the one who is deeply wronged by these eyes.

In order to cast a role, Wen Yuhan did not hesitate to teach in person. In the rehearsal hall, he hooked Pei Shaocheng's tie and twisted lightly: "Student, can you play my leading actor? He is a wicked man, very I will~"

Pei Shaocheng was expressionless, but his pupils gradually tightened.Under the captivating gaze of the other party, even the roots of the ears began to heat up.

Wen Yuhan narrowed his eyes: "Why, don't you know how to flirt? I'll teach you."

Fell in an instant.

But Pei Shaocheng never expected that after Wen Yuhan finished his graduation drama, he would slap his butt and leave.

Pei Shaocheng was furious and pushed him against the wall, hysterically wanting even an explanation.

Wen Yuhan was forced to look up at him, but smiled jokingly: "It's just acting, don't you take it seriously?"

A few years later, the long-lost two reunited at the film project meeting.At this time, Pei Shaocheng is already a popular film king, while Wen Yuhan is no longer a celebrity, and has become a helpless "black history" screenwriter.Alcoholism and smoking all day long.

No matter how confused Pei Shaocheng was, he turned into anger under Wen Yuhan's alienation.

He led him into the corner and said secretly: "Aren't you very good at teasing? To please me, I will let you write this play."

Seeing Wen Yuhan's humiliated expression, Pei Shaocheng raised the corners of his lips:

"Why, no more? I'll teach you."

At this time, he didn't know that the light in Wen Yuhan's eyes after he turned around on the day they broke up...