Smashed the TV and turned on the gas [ABO]

The curtains were not closed, and Ye Zixing's red lips were clearly illuminated by the moonlight. Sometimes they opened slightly and made a sound that made people blush and heartbeat, and sometimes they were bitten by him hard, leaving a light white circle.

Fu Qianzhong touched it with his thumb, rubbed it hard a few times with the opening and closing of his body, then slowed down, and kissed him again.

Ye Zixing's baby Ning was stuffed in her throat and let out a whining sound.The thin white legs wrapped around Fu Qianzhong's waist and clasped them tightly.

Fu Qianzhong asked him, "Are the clothes really thrown away?"

Ye Zixing didn't have the ability to think at this time, and the one who got pushed could only bark. Fu Qianzhong asked five or six times before answering out of breath, "Throw...throw—hmm!"

Fu Qianzhong pushed it hard and said, "Throw it away and buy it next time."

"I won't buy it... I won't buy it," Ye Zixing refused while crying, fisting his hands and hitting Fu Qianzhong's body weakly, holding his leg but not loosening, "Never again—"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Qianzhong blocked him with his mouth.

Fu Qianzhong came back in the middle of the night, and the two of them continued until the moonlight disappeared and the sky turned white.

Ye Zixing didn't move much, and was too tired to speak, paralyzed on the bed and panting.Fu Qianzhong got up and turned on the air conditioner, sat back on the bed and pinched his face: "Tired?"

Ye Zixing didn't have the strength to push him away, so he could only stare angrily and complain without strength: "Nonsense."

Fu Qianzhong laughed, lay down too, hugged him, put his nose against the gonads on the back of Ye Zixing's neck, and rubbed them lingeringly.

Ye Zixing is very sensitive, and he couldn't help but yelled softly after being rubbed by him. He went to hold Fu Qianzhong's wrist: "Stop rubbing."

Fu Qianzhong kissed her before stopping.

Both of them were very tired. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ye Xing always felt that Fu Qianzhong must have had a bad time in Africa, because he seemed to have lost a little weight on his wrists.

Ye Zixing pulled Fu Qianzhong's palm towards his other hand.

The two people's fingertips touched each other, and their fingertips rubbed against each other. After rubbing for a while, Fu Qianzhong took the initiative to hold him back: "Go to sleep."

When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside the window.The quilt around Ye Zixing was already cold, if it wasn't for the note that Fu Qianzhong pressed under the phone, Ye Zixing would have thought that he had a real dream for a moment.

Fu Qianzhong's handwriting was thin and powerful, he looked as domineering as his appearance, but the words he wrote were very gentle, he only told Ye Xing not to run around, eat more, and wait for him to come back.

Ye Zixing snorted, poked the sentence to wait for him to come back, and said to himself: "Then come back quickly."

This afternoon, Fu Qianzhong was still on the plane, and he didn't call Ye Zixing, but the producer of Breaking into the Good Land called him.

Ye Zixing had already confirmed yesterday that he would participate in this program, but at that time even the producer didn't know anything about the location, time, or personnel. He didn't tell Ye Ye Xing anything.

"Xing Xing?" The producer called out affectionately, "We went back yesterday and had an urgent discussion, and the general plan has come out."

Ye Zixing was quite surprised by the efficiency, so he nodded and said yes.

The producer reported to him the shooting time and location of the first episode, and was a little embarrassed: "These have all been sent to your company email, you know that our show doesn't have much money..."

Ye Zixing was a little dissatisfied with going to L city to shoot in the mountainous area where the birds don't shit, but thinking about the scene that doesn't cost money, this is probably the only place, so he didn't say anything.

The two chatted a few more details about accommodation, itinerary, and shooting time. Ye Zixing was in a good mood today. He was not angry when he heard that he had to fly there by himself and no one picked him up. Mmmm ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

The topic was about to end, the producer paused for a moment, and then said: "You know...the program is relatively poor."

After finishing speaking, he stopped abruptly.

Ye Zixing didn't understand at first, so he let out an ah.

"This fund..." the producer waited for a while, and said more bluntly, "We are now a title sponsor, what special contract, sponsorship, it's still empty."

Ye Zixing's voice paused, he probably understood.

"I'll talk to Mr. Fu," Ye Zixing said as he clasped the sofa with his hands, his eyes lowered to stare at his fingertips, "but he has something to do recently, so it might be a little later."

The producer immediately agreed and said with a smile: "Cheng Cheng, there is no rush, we will shoot the first episode first."

Ye Zixing hung up the phone, and spent a while alone on the sofa. He recalled all the shows and film and television dramas he had participated in in the past few years, and it seemed that none of them entered by himself, not because Fu Qianzhong paid him clearly. , That is to use sponsorship titles to smash in.

He thought that such a small web comprehensive would never be needed.

Ye Zixing felt a little sad and discouraged. When he was taking the art school entrance examination, he had pictured the future in his mind. Even when he first entered Qianyu, he was full of longing in his heart. For some reason, things got worse and worse. It's like this when you mix it up.

Probably because he is not likable by nature, Ye Zixing thought, he has never been likable.

"I'm sad too." Ye Zixing finally took out his phone and replied to Shell.

The first episode of the program was scheduled to start filming a week later. Ye Zixing bought a plane ticket the day before, and when Fu Qianzhong called, Ye Zixing was arranging his clothes.

Ye Zixing didn't tell Fu Qianzhong about this, because his voice sounded very tired every day, and Ye Zixing didn't want to increase his workload any more.

"I ate shrimp dumplings in the morning, I ate a few dishes made by my aunt at noon, and I ate a small cake just now." Ye Zixing sat on the bed and told Fu Qianzhong about his food, stretched his hand, and pulled a piece Fold the short sleeves over.

Fu Qianzhong hummed a few times and said to eat more, but he didn't tell him what he ate.

Ye Zixing took the initiative to ask: "How about you? Have you had breakfast?"

Fu Qianzhong paused, then said no: "The breakfast here looks too dirty. I eat imported bread every day, and it's really hard to eat."

Ye Zixing smiled, threw the folded clothes into the suitcase, thought for a while, and took another Fu Qianzhong's shirt to fold, and was going to take it to sleep in her arms.

Fu Qianzhong's shirt was changed after Fu Qianzhong came back that night. Ye Zixing took it out and hid it. She didn't let her aunt wash it. Fu Qianzhong's molasses smell remained on it, and the cuff buttons hadn't been removed yet. When Ye Zixing pulled, the two cufflinks happened to touch together, making a moderate jingling sound.

Fu Qianzhong heard it and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Ye Zixing said, "I'm tidying up the closet."

"Auntie didn't tidy up?"

"I'm bored," Ye Zixing folded his shirt, stopped, leaned back, lay down on the quilt, and chatted with Fu Qianzhong about some things.

Before he was about to hang up the phone, Ye Zixing heard someone calling Mr. Fu in Chinese on Fu Qianzhong's side, sounding very anxious.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zixing asked subconsciously.

Fu Qianzhong didn't answer right away, as if he had talked to the person who called him first, then picked up again after a while, and told Ye Zixing that it was all right.

Fu Qianzhong's speaking speed and state were normal, but Ye Zixing somehow felt that he was flustered.

Ye Zixing guessed that the matter of the Fu family might be a bit serious this time, so she obediently said goodbye to him, and told Fu Qianzhong not to be too tired.

"Xing Xing," Fu Qianzhong called him suddenly before hanging up the phone.

Ye Zixing hummed: "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing," Fu Qianzhong sighed lightly, "I just wanted to call you."