Poisonous milk became the film king and found out that I was actually Bai Yueguang [Entertainment]

Lei Fuchao and Xiao Ping are not familiar with Kongshan Film and Television City.

Xiao Ping inquired about reliable restaurants and milk tea shops in this area beforehand, but found nothing. The two of them looked east and west on the food street, very entangled, like two pieces of land that were blown into chaos by the torrent of the seasons. autumn leaves.

Most of the signboards are unfamiliar ones, at most there are a few chain fast food restaurants occasionally, but neither suits their appetite nor Lei Fuchao's.

The rain was a little weaker, but it was still falling on the ground. It is not a good idea to stay on the street all the time. Lei Fuchao breathed on his palms and suggested: "Why don't we still eat noodles? The noodles will not be too much." Unpalatable."

"Okay." Xiao Ping quite agreed.

So the two walked into a noodle shop.

When ordering food, Xiao Ping looked up at the pictorial menu posted on the wall of the noodle shop. Lei Fuchao glanced at the menu on the paper page. Before reading half of it, Xiao Ping had already quickly browsed the patterns on the wall, and immediately threw the menu at him. Eyes, eyes with inquiries.

"Okay." Lei Fuchao nodded upon seeing this, and pushed away the menu.

Xiao Ping smiled triumphantly, and said to the boss: "A bowl of shredded pork noodles in chicken soup, a bowl of hand-rolled noodles, and a plate of peanuts, thank you."

The boss was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, shouted at the back kitchen, and looked at the two of them suspiciously for a long time, as if wondering which of Lei Fuchao's movements could read "chicken soup shredded pork noodles", turning his head three times.

Lei Fuchao has long been at ease with this, only Xiao Ping is getting more and more complacent as he smiles, as if this is some great achievement.

Enough of laughing, Xiao Ping sat on the opposite side of the table bored for a while, then suddenly raised two fingers to make movements on the table, kicked, tapped, and walked all the way to Lei Fuchao's eyes, turned half a circle, and fell down. It doesn't move on the desktop.

Lei Fuchao understood what he meant, deliberately pretended not to understand, and asked, "The death of the swan?"

Xiao Ping didn't answer, but looked at him eagerly, as if the two of them were separated not by a table, but by a Milky Way and two canyons.

After confronting each other for a while, Xiao Ping's eyes became brighter and brighter, and soon became two little suns from two little stars. Without knowing it, he thought that Lei Fuchao had promised him something instead of Declined.

Finally, Lei Fuchao sighed helplessly, and said, "Yes."

Xiao Ping immediately came to sit beside him from the opposite side at the speed of space folding, and even helped him lower the collar of the windbreaker so as not to rub the soup on the noodles.

Lei Fuchao didn't say anything about this move, but maybe it was a little too ambiguous, and in one fell swoop, he drew a few unintentional looks from the guests at the two tables next to him.He noticed it, and Xiao Ping also noticed it.

Xiao Ping stopped immediately, adjusted his collar, and asked him, "Are you wearing too thin?"

Lei Fuchao turned his head to look at the guests at the two tables, seeing that each other lowered their heads, then retracted their eyes and replied flatly: "No."

He really didn't wear thin clothes, but even if he put five liters of oil on his body, Xiao Ping would still feel that he was wearing too little.

Sure enough, Xiao Ping shook his head disapprovingly.

But at the same time, because he noticed the sideways movement of his head just now, Xiao Ping also became more rampant, quietly put a hand under the table and scratched his knee vigorously.

Lei Fuchao caught off guard and felt an itchy knee, and immediately glared at Xiao Ping.

Xiao Ping had an innocent face, and behaved well above the table, as if a good student had been wronged, but his fingers continued to climb up his thigh.

"Xiao Ping." Lei Fuchao couldn't bear to call him.

Xiao Ping slapped his hand to protect his injured knee, Lei Fuchao sighed for his quick response and effective plan.

Lei Fuchao was so angry that he almost laughed out loud, and wanted to poke his forehead with his hand, but the knee was really hot before the injury, and it was really comfortable, so he couldn't do that.

He could only give Xiao Ping another sideways glance, Xiao Ping tried his best to suppress the happy expression after he succeeded, and the look in his eyes was still very innocent.

Lei Fuchao: "..."

Lei Fuchao conceded.

After two bowls of hot noodles and a plate of peanuts came to the table one after another, Xiao Ping did not let go of that hand. Chew peanuts in hand.

"Let go, eat well." Lei Fuchao said to him.

Xiao Ping pretended not to hear, but happily grabbed a few slices of shredded pork from his bowl and ate them.

"Remuneration." Xiao Ping waved the shredded meat between his chopsticks, speaking seriously.

Lei Fuchao couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Even so, on the way back to the hotel, it was impossible for Xiao Ping's hand to stick to his knee as it was.

The humidity in the mountainous area is heavy, and Lei Fuchao's knee injury is lighter than his lower back. It was not a big problem when he was in S City, but it is not quite right when he is new here and caught up with the rainy weather.

If Xiao Ping didn't know how to handle it in the noodle shop just now, it would have been okay, but Xiao Ping's palm temperature was so high that it covered his knees, then he withdrew his hand and walked back into the cold wind and night rain, it was even more unbearable for him.

Just like Xiao Ping was to him.

Originally, there were some things, if he had not counted on anyone at all, he could simply carry them through alone.

Lei Fuchao didn't say anything, and quietly went back to the hotel room as soon as possible, and nestled on the nearest chair as soon as he entered the door.

Before going out, Xiao Ping deliberately did not turn off the air conditioner. After entering the door after him, he turned up the temperature a bit, glanced at him suspiciously, and asked, "Brother Lei, are you alright?"

"It's okay." Lei Fuchao shook his head, put a coat on his legs, and tore off two warm stickers.

Xiao Ping hesitated for a while, seeing that he took the initiative to take measures, he obediently didn't ask any further questions, and retreated to another chair beside the bed to review the script.

The two spent most of an hour in peace.

When he was about to go to bed, Lei Fuchao took off his earphones, leaned on the armrest of the chair, and planned to get up to take a shower. Just as he stood upright, his knees trembled suddenly, and he almost didn't fall down. He hurriedly reached out and pressed the simple table next to him.

He himself immediately knew that he was not good, but he stood up several times in vain and failed to stand up. The squatting position caused sudden pain to his sharply bent knees, and his waist and back did not cooperate.

Hearing the sudden sound of "dong", Xiao Ping's eyelids twitched, and he raised his head suddenly, and saw Lei Fuchao half-kneeling by the table, with one hand propped on the table, his veins were a little obvious , rubbing his eyes repeatedly with the other hand, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he was breathing more and more heavily.

"Lei Fuchao!" He quickly called out, put aside the script, stood up, strode over to help Lei Fuchao.

But before his footsteps arrived, Lei Fuchao had already freed up one hand to support the ground, barely stood up, seeing him running close, he only took a step back, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

Xiao Ping suddenly felt cold and froze on the spot.

He already knew that Lei Fuchao was guarding against him. Every time he could really take care of Lei Fuchao before, it was almost always when Lei Fuchao really couldn't take care of himself, or even lost his mind. In other cases, there was basically no way , Lei Fuchao would just keep silent, not let him know if something happened.

He did know already.

It's just that it was the first time he had officially encountered it.

While he was in a daze, Lei Fuchao leaned against the table to take a breath, and seemed to see that his expression was wrong, so he rounded up the situation: "It doesn't matter, I'm fine now, you are busy with your work."

Xiao Ping was sure that it was impossible for him to be fine, because the coat he had put on his lap just now fell to the ground.

If it's really all right, Lei Fuchao should bend down and pick it up right now.

But Lei Fuchao just observed his expression, leaned against the table and lit a cigarette slowly.

"Oh." For a long time, Xiao Pingshan heard herself say such a word.

Lei Fuchao moved his lips, and seemed to want to comfort him a little, but in the end he didn't say anything, and slowly sat back in the chair, taking a puff of cigarette with a tired expression.

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Xiao Ping has always been very concerned about Lei Fuchao's intentional avoidance of him when he is unwell, although he has tried his best to suppress this concern.

He knew that Lei Fuchao had tried his best to suppress some of his emotions towards him, and was trying to reconcile with him slowly.

But now Xiao Ping realizes that suppression is useless.He erupted, and Lei Fuchao also erupted. It happened very suddenly.

If he could give in another step, the atmosphere would return to normal, but he couldn't, he really minded this avoidance; he guessed that Lei Fuchao was exhausted physically and mentally, and couldn't take this step back.

Even just an hour ago, they were happily sharing shredded pork in the same bowl of noodles.

So Xiao Ping didn't say anything, just leaned over and picked up the coat.

Lei Fuchao didn't say a word, he finished smoking a whole cigarette, opened the window to disperse the smoke, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, he took a look and found that Xiao Ping had quietly changed into his pajamas before he left.

Lei Fuchao

Unexpectedly.

The atmosphere tonight is such that there is only one bed in this room, and it is awkward to sleep on, even if you want to make a bed on the floor, there are not enough quilts.

But Xiao Ping seemed to have made up his mind and refused to leave, and he was the one who left Xiao Ping in this room in the afternoon, so it's hard to drive him away right now.

Both of them were dumb and silent, they each lay down on the bed, Lei Fuchao turned off the light, the two breathing sounds were very clear in the darkness, the frequency was similar, no one spoke out.

The bed was not too big, Xiao Ping didn't take the opportunity to approach him as usual, there was only one quilt, the two of them faced the darkness, their backs were facing each other, the quilt in the middle was soft and sunken, only covering the cold air.

Xiao Ping must have been lying on the edge of the bed.

Lei Fuchao was also lying on the edge of the bed, his knees were outward, his back was empty, and the pain intensified. He gritted his teeth secretly for a while, probably because the bed was slightly trembling by him, maybe because With the rustling of the quilt, Xiao Ping slowly turned over, fell silent for a while, and cleared his throat.

Before he could speak, Lei Fuchao first arched his body and poked his head out of the bed.

Then he obviously felt that Xiao Ping was taken aback for a moment, and quickly turned around sideways, as he wished, and ignored him no more.

This is also okay, it is also a way to turn a blind eye if there is no relationship with each other, whitewashing peace can not be whitewashed for a lifetime.

In the few days when Xiao Ping came back, he always felt that Xiao Ping should not come back, and now this idea came back to his mind.

Do this tomorrow, break up completely tomorrow, and when Xiao Ping wakes up, he will talk directly to Xiao Ping, which just saves all the steps of attack, defense, surrender, unwillingness, staged victory, and staged defeat.

In the dead silence, Lei Fuchao thought about it for a while, thinking that he had survived for a few hours, and it would be dawn in a few hours, but when he looked at the time, he didn't expect that it was only half an hour.

He guessed that Xiao Ping had fallen asleep, and by distinguishing the way of breathing, Xiao Ping probably fell asleep, so he turned his body over carefully, trying to warm his lower back with the temperature he had just laid down.

As a result, as soon as he turned it over, his eyes met Xiao Ping's eyes with obvious anger.

At the same time as him, Xiao Ping jumped up.

With the flickering moonlight, Xiao Ping saw that Lei Fuchao's face was a little sad, a little confused, a little at a loss, and the anger that rose up in his heart was more than half extinguished at once.

Just now he even wanted to scold Lei Fuchao.

But Lei Fuchao's expression at this moment seems to be asking him "why do you still care about me", if he hadn't really given up hope on certain things, people would not show such an expression.

Xiao Ping swallowed the swear words that came to his mouth, got out of bed silently, soaked a hot towel, lifted the quilt a little, and put it on Lei Fuchao's knee.Lei Fuchao came back to his senses, very reluctantly, he shrank under the quilt, almost shrank to the position where he was lying just now.

This time Xiao Ping didn't listen to him, held him down hard, and put a plaster on his waist with one hand.

For a while Lei Fuchao couldn't struggle with him, his strength seemed to be rusted, Xiao Ping could easily press him down.

So Lei Fuchao got angry.

"What's none of your business?" Lei Fuchao asked him coldly.

This question made Xiao Ping pause for a moment.

"What's none of my business?" Xiao Ping asked back with a smile.

"It's none of your business how I deal with myself?" Lei Fuchao stared at him, and also sneered, "Xiao Ping, I never did anything to be sorry for you. What interests do you have, even if there is a stalemate like tonight, what I decide is all my own business, why do you intervene?"

Xiao Ping could tell that he was already out of breath. He not only gritted his teeth for the last few words, but also trembled with each word. He took a few deep breaths as soon as he finished speaking.

Xiao Ping also took a deep breath.

That's right, even when rejecting him, Lei Fuchao has always cared about his interests, and will try his best not to let him suffer, not let him be scolded, not let him be too sad, even though he is furious now, he doesn't really say anything What is too heavy a word.

After a moment of silence, Xiao Ping lowered his voice and said: "You are also my property, and sooner or later it will fall into my hands, so you are harming my interests now, and you are trying not to admit it."

This may be the most flawed sentence he ever said to Lei Fuchao, condescending, he was stunned when he saw Lei Fuchao listening, the anger on his face gradually faded, and he let go of the hand on his forearm .

Now that the resistance was eliminated, Xiao Ping also loosened his hands, and took out some plasters to stick on Lei Fuchao.

He also soaked a cup of honey water, poured it into a thermos, and then applied Lei Fuchao to all the parts of Lei Fuchao's body that might be cold for a while.

At first, Lei Fuchao was a little groggy, and he didn't know whether he was sick or angry with him. Later, he felt warm and comfortable all over his body, and more and more defensive walls began to be removed, and he became more energetic. Slowly wrap your right hand around his neck.

"Is it just to fix the makeup tomorrow?" Lei Fuchao suddenly asked him.

Xiao Ping was stunned for a moment, but didn't react, just nodded.

Lei Fuchao didn't wait for him to react any longer, leaning on the pillow with his right hand slightly, causing him to lower his head straight and touch the tip of his nose.The moonlight had already dimmed, but the four eyes were facing each other, at such a close distance, Xiao Ping could see that Lei Fuchao's expression had become lazy.

Now he understood what Lei Fuchao meant.

At this distance, he kissed Lei Fuchao lightly. Before turning off the light and going to sleep, Lei Fuchao's lips were only a little bit torn, but now they were very chapped.

But maybe it's just the difference between measuring with his eyes and feeling with his mouth.

Lei Fuchao didn't use the kissing trick that made it difficult for him to breathe last time, instead he tilted his head back, widening the distance between the two.Xiao Ping immediately realized that only by relying on that one flash fight, Lei Fuchao had also mastered his style of doing things in this aspect, and all kinds of things suddenly became mixed, but he had no choice but to pursue him.

The pillow was next to the headboard, and Lei Fuchao was next to the pillow, the distance he could retreat was not far, and before he reached the headboard, he stopped backing away and turned his face to the side, I didn't dodge either.

Xiao Ping grabbed his lips and teeth and attacked for a while, until after taking a few breaths, he realized that he was unknowingly led to a somewhat dangerous position.

By the way, Lei Fuchao really can't use much strength tonight, he has learned it just now.

"You don't need to be so devious," Xiao Ping laughed dumbly, and whispered, "I'm willing."

Lei Fuchao looked at him quietly, and when he lowered his eyes, the tide came up gently and slowly.

Even though he had worked hard for a long time, Lei Fuchao's fingers were still warmer and cooler, and when they got into his body, he shivered from the ice. Here, he still remembered this, subconsciously reached out to hold Lei Fuchao's hand that was not on him, and repeatedly wiped his fingers with his own fingers several times.

When Lei Fuchao noticed it, he would bow his head and kiss his eyes. Occasionally, if he didn't notice it, he would just kiss Lei Fuchao's knuckles while holding a section of the shipwreck plank tossing and sinking in the fierce sea.

Or occasionally he would tease Lei Fuchao's Adam's apple in front of his eyes lightly, reluctant to bite, only willing to lick it lightly, but Lei Fuchao would definitely notice this behavior, once he noticed , he suddenly lost the ability to take advantage of Lei Fuchao's weak physical strength to participate in making waves. For the time being, he could only lie on Lei Fuchao's shoulders and close his eyes, wrapping around Lei Fuchao's waist with all his strength.

At this time, Lei Fuchao didn't insist on looking at his expression, but after he raised his head again, he would bite his earlobe in retaliation and tease him softly: "Who is a paper tiger? I dare to bite of."

I really hold a grudge.

Xiao Ping laughed.

After the weather calmed down, Lei Fuchao took off the pillow behind his waist, lay down and looked at Xiao Ping, shook the lighter and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Xiao Ping replied energetically, "What about you?"

This question is of course about what happened before, and they all know it.

Lei Fuchao paused for a while, but still didn't answer, just started to press the lighter, letting the orange flame jump out quickly shine on his face.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Ping didn't ask any more questions, and just reached out to grab the lighter, but unexpectedly he didn't grab it.

Lei Fuchao raised his hand high and lifted the lighter above.

"Just one." Xiao Ping's addiction was itchy, he couldn't tell what was hooked, so he had to put up a finger to assure him.

"If you don't let you smoke one, why should I take out the lighter?" Lei Fuchao was provoked by him.

Xiao Ping was stunned for a moment, suddenly realized, he kissed his brow again earnestly, hugged a pillow happily and stared at Lei Fuchao, he didn't want to smoke anymore, and said: "Brother Lei, I like you. "

Lei Fuchao actually lit a cigarette, and he had already lit two cigarettes in front of him tonight.

"The two of us have to talk." Lei Fuchao said.

"Huh?" Xiao Ping straightened his bare back nervously, and Lei Fuchao could see it.

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Ping immediately asked again.

After pondering for half a minute, Lei Fuchao flicked the soot that was burnt out, and said slowly: "The relationship between the two of us."

The author has something to say: Lei Ge: I just smoke afterward, smoke me.

Thank you for playing "Dangfu Dabai", and thank you for "Yu Ishigami is so cute!" Lei~.