Ah, why did you go so early!

When he returned to the villa again, Chu Mu had a different mood. This time, Ye Xiaofeng led him back. A few days ago, he either followed him begging for nothing, or he was talking nonsense. Here, but now he was invited home by Ye Xiaofeng as a wounded person, of course, this has to ignore Ye Xiaofeng's face that smells like a stone in a latrine.

"Come here!" Ye Xiaofeng rummaged through the box and found a bottle of safflower oil, his complexion was frighteningly dark, "Lie down on the sofa."

Chu Mu obediently lifted the hem of his clothes and lay down on the sofa, waiting for Ye Xiaofeng's Tathagata palm. As expected, those hands smeared with safflower oil patted the bruise on his waist without any effort. It was like kneading dough, wishing to twist the flesh on his waist into a ball, but he didn't hum during the whole process, instead he hummed in enjoyment.

Ye Xiaofeng was deliberately rubbing the purple bruise with all his strength, warning Chu Mu to be careful in the future, and poured some safflower oil for him to rub, and pulled down the hem of his clothes, "Chu Mu, I advise you not to work there, you are not suitable."

"How do you know I'm not suitable?" Chu Mu countered, turned over, leaned on the sofa, half-closed his eyes and said, "Xiaofeng, tell me how you have lived these ten years?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Ye Xiaofeng smiled lightly, flexing his wrists, "Since you think it suits, you can do it there, and I won't stay overnight."

Chu Mu fell silent for a rare moment, instead of arguing with him, he got off the sofa consciously, and gently hugged the somewhat thin body in front of him, "You have to be good."

Ye Xiaofeng lowered his head and couldn't see his expression, but Chu Mu, who had thin ears, still heard an inaudible humming. He didn't understand, but he didn't ask again, leaving only the sound of the door closing when it brushed against Ye Xiaofeng's shoulder.

The big house was deserted and deserted, and only Ye Xiaofeng was left, but he was enjoying himself, humming a song that became popular on the Internet recently, randomly rummaging through the cabinet in the corner of the living room, and took out a pack of cigarettes, which was very satisfying. With the enjoyment in his mouth, the cigarette butts were thrown out of the window one by one.

In the days that followed, Chu Mu never appeared in Ye Xiaofeng's sight again. That sudden return was like Liang Ke's dream, but one day Ye Xiaofeng couldn't help but went to the construction site for a casual look, it was too far away. , couldn't see the face clearly, but he recognized it at a glance. He saw that stupid big man wearing a safety helmet and setting up a tripod on the high stand. For such a big man, every time Chu Mu took a step, his heart would Grab it, for fear that the seemingly flimsy high stand will not be able to support him.

"What am I doing!" Ye Xiaofeng shook his head mockingly, turned the steering wheel, and the car quickly turned a corner in a cloud of dust.

"Young Master Ye, Boss Lou is waiting for you."

As soon as he entered the company, the lady at the front desk told him such news that ruined his mood. His mood, which he thought was pretty good just now, suddenly fell to the bottom. , from time to time joked a few words with female artists of the same company.

Lou Hanyu, who had just stepped out of the house, saw his frivolous tone, panicked in his heart, and dragged Ye Xiaofeng, who never took face seriously, into the office, "You can't be serious!"

"Could you fucking be more serious!" Eyes squinted at the hands wrapped around his waist, damn it, he started to lay hands on him as soon as he came back.

Lou Hanyu didn't let go, but tightened his hands deliberately, "What? I can hug if I want, can you care?"

"Heh... damn it, you still think you're a soft bun with your arms around a tough man." Ye Xiaofeng curled his lips, "Did you finish that batch of goods?"

"Li Ran is quite reliable." Lou Hanyu let go of his hands, with a smile on his lips, and kept playing with the ring on his ring finger.

That ring was chosen by Ye Xiaofeng. To be precise, Lou Hanyu forced him to choose it. In desperation, he just casually pointed at a ring in a special counter, but Lou Hanyu bought it happily. After wearing it, I just remembered that it seemed to be Lou Hanyu's birthday, and he sneered: "You still wear it, it's been a few years. Lou Hanyu, don't tell me, you really love me."

"What do you think?" Lou Hanyu used the ring-wearing hand to caress the face that fascinated him, but before he touched it, he was slapped open. He was still that fierce, and after five years, he still didn't touch him. Taming, what a failure.

Ye Xiaofeng took a deep breath, this is a problem he never dared to face, five years is enough for him to see clearly a person, especially Lou Hanyu, who is so big that he never knows how to hide it, pressing his painful temple, " When will you let me go? How long will you hold me back for that incident five years ago? Are you going to live like this for the rest of your life! "

"It's never impossible." An affirmative sentence with a teasing meaning.

"Then try it, or we will lose both." Provocative.

Ye Xiaofeng thinks that he has never lost since he was a child, and that accidental shipwreck was just an unlucky game, and he just lost his way while groping for the game, and couldn't find the exit to win for a while, so He took a nap on Lou Hanyu's land for a while, but what he didn't expect was that this time the mooring would take five years, and it might be longer. Thinking of this, he felt a chill down his spine.

"Young Master Ye, it's going to be cold these days, so wear more clothes." Mo Li, who was sitting by the side, kindly reminded her that usually in winter, she would say a few words, and every winter was bad news for Ye Xiaofeng. I'm taking cold medicine.

Ye Xiaofeng also felt that it had been a lot colder recently. He squinted his eyes and looked out the window. This year's winter seemed to come later. Winter was the season he hated the most. The cold air all over his body reminded him of the winter that year. The river water was so cold that his fingers were frozen, and he even felt that his hands were so numb that they were almost useless. He still clearly remembered Li Ran sobbing non-stop beside him, and the half-dead sobs made his scalp numb.

"What delayed the shooting process last time?" Ye Xiaofeng drew circles on the foggy car window with his fingers.

"There are some small changes, the actors are changed, the female one was originally an unknown actor, but now she is replaced by Sunny."

"Yeah." Circles were already drawn on the car window, and the mist couldn't carry the water droplets that had turned into water droplets, and a water mark slipped out sparsely.

When we arrived at the theater, Sunny was already putting on makeup. Ye Xiaofeng walked over and put his arms around her shoulders as before, and smiled at Sunny who only put on light makeup in the mirror, "Oh~ Our Sunny is really a beauty without makeup, so beautiful!"

Sunny looked at her and Ye Xiaofeng in the mirror with a pale face. How could he be so nonchalant? That night he was clearly smiling but looked ferocious like a ghost, but now it seems like nothing happened. Such a person is How deep it was hidden, the shoulders held by him felt a chill, and smiled stiffly, "Young Master Ye, you are joking, I have already put on makeup."

Ye Xiaofeng leaned close to her ear and said in a very soft voice, "Are you afraid of me? My heroine."

With a sudden body shake, Sunny smiled coyly, "The director seems to be calling me."

"Go." Patting the already stiff person, Ye Xiaofeng waved at her with a smile on his lips.

If the number of NGs between the male and female protagonists is removed, the shooting of the film went quite smoothly. The director is a college student who just graduated, so he is a bit unfamiliar. Ye Xiaofeng asked many questions that he didn't understand, and Ye Xiaofeng seemed to be quite happy with the job. Hey, I often teach the little director some Luo Junming's tricks. He comes and goes, and the little director follows Ye Xiaofeng around like a little follower.

Life is still the same as usual, but the refrigerator at home has never been empty since it was filled. Ye Xiaofeng also noticed this, and the snacks change every time. Cangdu often gnawed on the little raccoon in his mouth when he was a child. He hadn’t touched high-calorie food for several years. Seeing the scattered aspects, a card was mixed in.

Ye Xiaofeng took out the greasy little card, feeling very lucky, "One more pack."

I grabbed a handful and stuffed it into my mouth, and chewed dryly. I just felt that the taste of my childhood was gone. The taste of the little raccoon in his impression was umami, the kind that I want to eat after eating a bag. One pack, instead of the dry and bitter taste that I can't swallow when I chew it in my mouth now.

Ye Xiaofeng forgot one thing. At that time, beside him who ate the little raccoon, there was another Chu Mu who gnawed his mouth full of crumbs. Every time he ate it first, and then stretched out his hand to Chu Mu who had only gnawed half of it. He took the little raccoon as a matter of course, poured it all into his own mouth, and smacked it.

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Raccoons taste great! ! !I still like to eat it! ! !