extremely dependent

After returning to the hotel, Xiaomi carefully explained the daily work to Ji Weijue. Ji Weijue listened very carefully, and lowered his head to record Jian Xun's itinerary for the past few days in the memo on his mobile phone.

No matter how dull Xiaomi is, he has almost figured out the relationship between the two of them now, and he is even more embarrassed to stand here and obstruct his boss's eyes.

She re-emphasized the shooting time and Ji Weijue to pay attention to, and after confirming that there was no problem, she greeted the two and got up to leave.When she got to the door, she turned her head and looked at Jian Xun who was lying on the single sofa with her head down and playing with her mobile phone. After hesitating for a while, she still called out: "That, Brother Jian."

Jian Xun raised his head and looked at her in response, motioning for her to continue talking.

Xiaomi was unsure: "Can I really take a paid vacation? Will Sister Yuan be angry if she finds out..."

Jian Xun lowered his head and continued to look at the phone, and said lightly: "If you don't want to be scolded by her, you can leave before she comes over, and you can't rest if you bump into her at night."

As soon as the words were finished, Xiaomi said: "Bye bye, brother Jian!" Then he slammed the door and disappeared.

After the sound of closing the door, Jian Xun put down the mobile phone in his hand, and looked up at Ji Weijue who was holding the mobile phone with his head bowed on the couch next to him.

He didn't see Ji Weijue looking up for a long time. He walked over curiously, looked down at the row of alarm clocks Ji Weijue had set on his mobile phone, thought it was funny, and joked, "So dedicated? Little assistant?"

Ji Weijue lowered his head and rubbed his head against Jian Xun's stomach back and forth twice.

Jian Xun was a little itchy, took a small step back, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and said, "Baby, I want to take a bath."

Ji Weijue continued to time the schedule on his mobile phone, and without raising his head, he responded casually, "Well, good."

"..." Jian Xun flicked his head with his fingers, but Ji Weijue still didn't look up.

Jian Xun, who was left out in the cold, was a little dissatisfied, glanced at him, and hummed: "My hand hurts."

Only then did Ji Weijue quickly put down the phone and raised his head, carefully cupped Jian Xun's left hand with both hands, and asked, "Does it hurt again?"

"Yeah." Jian Xun's face remained the same, and he said boldly, "The wound can't be stained with water, and I can't wash it by myself."

Ji Weijue stared at the two knuckle-long wounds on his hand, and quickly realized that his brother was acting like a baby, and couldn't help laughing.

He stood up from the sofa, pulled Jian Xun's arms around his neck, and said, "Hold." Before Jian Xun could react, a pair of big hands placed on his hips and hugged him.

The sudden sense of weightlessness in the air made Jian Xun startled, subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, and asked, "Hey..."

Ji Weijue hugged him and walked towards the bathroom, while imitating a mechanical sound that didn't look like it at all: "Drip - the personal assistant mode is activated!"

Jian Xun was amused by him, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'm sick."

"Well, I can't help but get sick when I see you." Ji Weijue kicked open the bathroom door and gently placed Jian Xun on the marble countertop of the sink. He leaned forward and pressed Jian Xun against the cold mirror , raised his head slightly and kissed him.

Breathing intertwined, Ji Weijue's hand touched Jian Xun's clothes, Jian Xun held his face in both hands, bit his lower lip lightly with his white teeth, the legs wrapped around his waist also tightened, and the legs on his feet The slippers were thrown off by him at some point, and his bare heels were rubbing against Ji Weijue's lower back inexplicably.

The chill on the mirror surface was transmitted to Jian Xun's back through the thin sweater on his body, and Jian Xun involuntarily puffed up his chest and wanted to stick it into Ji Weijue, so as to absorb his body temperature.

Ji Weijue didn't know what to think of, suddenly turned his head away from Jian Xun's kiss, buried his face in his shoulder and laughed softly.

Jian Xun, still unsatisfied, touched his hand from the collar of Ji Weijue's sweater, and his slender fingers gently traced a small piece of skin under the back of Ji Weijue's neck, which was full of provocative meaning, and asked in a low voice: "What are you laughing at?" ?”

"The little assistant suffered unspoken rules from a male artist on the first day of work," Ji Weijue hugged him and said with a smile, "But it seems to be pretty good?"

Jian Xun stopped the movement of his hands for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

He raised Ji Weijue's chin and forced him to look up at himself: "But I seem to prefer scripts in which male artists raise innocent male college students."

"That's it." Ji Weijue stared into Jian Xun's eyes, raised his hand and pulled off the linen on Jian Xun's body, leaned over again and said in a low voice, "Then I have to serve my benefactor father well." gone."

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Before leaving for the hospital in the afternoon, Ji Weijue was still a little worried: "Is it really okay to go out like this?"

"Of course there is a problem." Jian Xun casually picked up his baseball cap hanging on the hanger and put it on Ji Weijue's head, "Let's go."

Ji Weijue put away the room card and followed: "Then..."

"I'm afraid Sister Yuan wants something wrong." Jian Xun disagreed, raised her hand and pressed the elevator.

"Are you going to sell miserably?" Ji Weijue asked curiously.

"Probably." Jian Xun said.

"Ah, so the entertainment industry is like this..." Halfway through the speech, he glanced at Jian Xun, the words in his mouth stopped, and he didn't continue.

"Hypocrisy?" Jian Xun completed what he hadn't finished for Ji Weijue, looked at the kid beside him who didn't know what he was thinking from the reflection of the elevator door on the mirror, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is indeed quite hypocritical. Did you become disillusioned with the artist all at once?"

While talking, the elevator door opened in front of the two of them, and Jian Xun walked in first, but when he stood still, he saw Ji Weijue was still standing outside, looking thoughtful.

He pressed the elevator door open button and called out, "What are you doing in a daze? Come in."

"Hey! Here we come." Ji Weijue came back to his senses and quickly followed in.

Jian Xun reached out and pressed the elevator close button, and asked casually, "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Weijue shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Jian Xun looked at his hesitant expression, put his hand back on his waist, squeezed the itchy flesh on his waist maliciously, and snorted, "Do you think it's troublesome to follow me now?"

Ji Weijue's waist was a little itchy from being pinched by him, and he turned sideways to avoid his tricky hands and said, "No!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his arms to embrace Jian Xun's shoulders, tilted his head and said seriously: "I wish I could follow you every day."

"Really?" Jian Xun squinted at him, and made a half-true joke: "I thought you were disillusioned with me."

"How is it possible!" Ji Weijue rested his chin on his shoulder, and leaned closer to look at Jian Xun's side face, "It just suddenly occurred to me that it's been hard for me to get to this point in this circle, right?"

"Yeah." Jian Xun stared at the beating floor numbers of the elevator, as if recalling the past, and said in a slow voice, "It's quite difficult. I didn't have much fame in the first few years of entering the circle. I had to coax fans during the day and coax the patrons at night. When there is no schedule, I will be called to accompany the wine."

After Jian Xun finished speaking, he waited for a long time before getting the reply he wanted, and turned his head to meet Ji Weijue's red eyes.

Jian Xun: "..."

Ji Weijue's reddened eyes were covered with mist, and his arms around Jian Xun's shoulders tightened a little, as if he wanted to melt Jian Xun into his body: "Brother, I will definitely never do this again in the future." Let you feel a little wronged."

"...I'm teasing you." Jian Xun patted his hand away helplessly, "Let go, your shoulder will be crushed."

Ji Weijue suddenly pulled his shoulders and hugged him into his arms.

Jian Xun sighed, hugged him, and coaxed him softly: "What are you doing, I told you to play tricks on you."

"Don't tease me like this." Ji Weijue's nasal voice sounded a bit dull, "When I think of you being bullied, I feel very uncomfortable."

"Okay, okay." Jian Xun raised his hand and pinched the back of his neck, and said with a soft smile, "Fool, the elevator is here."

Ji Weijue quickly let go of him, sucked his nose lightly, and stood up straight beside him.

When coming out of the elevator, Ji Weijue subconsciously took a step forward to help Jian Xun block the outside view, Jian Xun followed behind Ji Weijue, looked at his back, and his heart softened for no reason.