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58 The Birth of Cult c Chaohua 03

Cheng Chen was sitting in the co-pilot, still reminiscing about the movie the two of them had just watched.

"The Man in the Dream" is Zhu Lichuan's debut novel. He read it when he was in college. If Zhu Lichuan hadn't reminded him just now, he would not have recognized that the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in the picture was the old hooligan sitting beside him.

It was because of the great contrast that he didn't get into the plot half an hour before the opening. He secretly looked at Zhu Lichuan's side face. The appearance is still a little bit exciting, once Zhu Lichuan opened his mouth, Cheng Chen wondered who this stinky man is?

Watching the same movie at different time periods, the mood is naturally different.

When Cheng Chen was in his early twenties, he couldn’t understand the meaning that the film wanted to convey to the audience. He only noticed the beauty of the lens and the structure of the picture. When he experienced the sadness of life, was desperate and saw a little hope, he finally understood: The road of life is always full of ups and downs, no matter what kind of birth, noble or humble, there will always be things that don't go your way in life.It is impossible to achieve a direct ratio between the expected goal and the actual return, just as no matter how much investment is made in a relationship, the person in the dream will be a dream after all, unattainable.

He occasionally complains about the unfairness of fate, but most of the things, Cheng Chen is very thankful that it is precisely because of the unfairness of fate that he will make progress and want to subvert the status quo through his own efforts.

Cheng Chen invited Zhu Lichuan to watch a movie starring Zhu Lichuan himself for 99 yuan, and he always felt that something was wrong.

He turned his head, looked at Zhu Lichuan who was driving without distraction, and typed on the screen: Zhu Lichuan, don't you have any other movies in your mall?Why are they all old movies?

Originally, he planned to watch the newly released Chinese manga movies, but when he bought the tickets, Cheng Chen realized that except for a few movies in which Zhu Lichuan participated, the others were all big old country romance movies.

Just like this, the mall hasn't closed down yet?Cheng Chen couldn't help clapping his hands in his heart, praising Zhu Lichuan for having a lot of money in his family.

Zhu Lichuan shook his head helplessly, he was a little suspicious that Cheng Chen might have burnt out his brain some time ago, otherwise, why couldn't he see such an inferior method?

Zhu Lichuan deliberately arranged for theaters to re-screen several of his award-winning masterpieces in order to let Cheng Chen know him better.In the end, Cheng Chen didn't recognize him at all, and he needed a friendly reminder to realize that the handsome man he exclaimed was the one sitting next to him.

Zhu Lichuan didn't bother to be as knowledgeable as him. Anyway, new and old accounts were pushed together, and they were settled on the bed in the end. Some people would only spout words of praise from their mouths when they were unconscious.

The two returned to the hotel with their own concerns, Zhu Lichuan first went to Zhou Kai's room downstairs, and asked him to go to the mall to pick up some clothes at night.In the end, when he returned to the room and was about to make out with the little friend, he saw Cheng Chen lying on the bed unconscious, and the taro ball licked his ears indifferently.

Seeing its father coming back, Taro gave a 'meow' in a milky voice, and then continued to lick Cheng Chen's reddened ears.

Looking at such a warm picture, Zhu Lichuan smiled affectionately in his eyes, and took out his phone to permanently freeze this moment in his photo album.

Putting the naughty taro balls on the ground, Zhu Lichuan turned over Cheng Chen who was sleeping on his stomach, his face was blushing, but he didn't wake up, Zhu Lichuan smiled, it seemed that Cheng Chen was really playing tired.

Usually, he was so sleepy until two or three o'clock in the filming, and sometimes he even had to read the script again when he returned to the hotel. Now he finally had a chance to relax, and instead of playing much, he collapsed on the bed.

Zhu Lichuan rubbed along the relaxed eyebrows and eyes of the person in his arms all the way to the slightly protruding Adam's apple. With a doting smile on his face, he leaned over to hold Cheng Chen's unburned lower lip, sucked it, and stuck out his tongue to lick it nostalgic. Licking his delicate skin, looking at his unmoved sleeping face, sighed helplessly, covering up the hot lust in his eyes, found a cotton swab and anti-inflammatory medicine, dipped a little, and smeared around the burn.

"I'll let you go today temporarily." Her voice was hoarse, full of love.

Perhaps the anti-inflammatory drugs have a cooling effect, Cheng Chen frowned slightly, subconsciously wanting to scratch his lips.

Zhu Lichuan put his restless hand on his lips, licked his fingertips, then took his entire knuckles, licked, and vented his inner desire in a disguised form.

Cheng Chen scratched twice, but found that the itching was not relieved, so he pouted his lips, exerted his strength unhappily, and scratched hard.

Zhu Lichuan snorted and snorted.

It's not that his desire has been relieved, but that the corners of his lips were scratched by Cheng Chen's long nails.

Apart from a helpless smile, Zhu Lichuan really couldn't think of what to do with the prisoner.

Zhu Lichuan's love is like a pot of old wine. As a first taster, Cheng Chen can only feel the hotness in his throat for the time being. After he tastes it slowly, he can taste the fragrance between his lips and teeth.

As Zhu Lichuan who was moved first, rather than violently attacking, he would rather slowly enclose Cheng Chen into his sphere of influence, and then raise him well and thoroughly, and when the children take the initiative to express their feelings, I wish Only then did Li Chuan show his greedy minions and completely take the children into his pocket.