Cheng Yan walked into the hotel as naturally as possible, and walked through the lobby unobtrusively. The giant crystal chandelier and the clean marble floor complement each other. He suddenly began to imagine that the chandelier fell and smashed his brains, and then how his parents were distraught and held the company accountable. Why did they arrange for him to change hotels in the middle of the night? Then the media began to dig out the reason why he, a mid-range actor, appeared in this luxury hotel, so passers-by A, B, and C broke the news, and finally the truth came out—he came here to sell meat.
The tinkle of the elevator interrupts Cheng Yan's imaginary tragic funeral.
The corridor was quiet except for the soft light from the wall lamp.
Someone was already waiting in the suite.
It is not accurate to say waiting, the other party is wrapped in a bathrobe sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, with wine and ice buckets on the carpet at his feet, and seems to be enjoying the leisure time after bathing.
After comparing "Boss Xia" and "Mr. Xia", Cheng Yan chose the latter.
"Mr. Xia."
"Take it off and have a look."
Cheng Yan was startled: "What?"
"Take off your clothes and let me take a look."
Cheng Yan felt the blood slowly pouring into his ears, and there was a buzzing sound, but he was still not deaf. Xia Shaoqian spoke slowly and clearly, without any joking—it was in the tone of "I want to inspect the goods first".
Cheng Yan looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Xia Shaoqian. Although it was already late at night, the bustling city outside the window was still brightly lit, stretching all the way to Tianhe.
He knew that this kind of window could not see the inside from the outside.
Xia Shaoqian still stared at him.
Cheng Yan stretched out his arms, and took off his hat first, then his jacket and T-shirt. Only after he was naked did he feel the tiny air currents in the air brushing against his skin, and the hairs on his arms stood up quickly. Cheng Yan put his hand on the zipper of his jeans.
"Come here." Xia Shaoqian suddenly said.
Cheng Yan walked over, Xia Shaoqian was still sitting on the round sofa. Only then did Cheng Yan see clearly the appearance of the gold master.
The hair was thick and neat, but the temples were gray. Narrow forehead with very distinct lines on it. The eye sockets are deep, and there are shallow traces pressed by the glasses frame on the straight bridge of the nose.
A handsome man of forty years old seems to be like this.
Xia Shaoqian stretched out his hand and placed it on Cheng Yan's flat belly.
The finger that had just held the ice wine was very cold, and the sense of touch was even more obvious. Cheng Yan felt the thumb of that hand rubbing against the navel, then slid along the waist to the back, and inserted it into the gap between the jeans and the waist without any haste. .
This is an old hand. Cheng Yan thought.
Xia Shaoqian suddenly raised his head, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his brain and directly read his thoughts. Cheng Yan hurriedly avoided that sharp gaze.
"Have you taken a shower?"
"Washed."
"Go to bed." Xia Shaoqian's tone didn't sound dissatisfied, but he didn't feel any joy either.
Did it twice in bed. Once back, once face to face. When they faced each other, Cheng Yan's legs were pulled apart and raised very high. He hadn't felt that kind of soreness for many years. In a trance, I remembered a time when I bet with my deskmate in junior high school that I could do crosswords, but I ended up having cramps in the middle of the night. How many years ago was this? Thirteen years, no, fourteen years...
In the end Xia Shaoqian retreated all sticky, shook off his condom, and went to take a shower without saying a word.
Cheng Yan lay paralyzed on the bed, secretly reflecting on his physical strength. After doing it twice, it became a pile of dead meat, yes, after all, I am 29 years old, not a lively age, and I am still playing an unlucky policeman during the day, chasing the heroine back and forth, and the heroine uses running as a substitute, He is real.
Introspecting and introspecting, tears came down.
Then loathe yourself even more.
During the lunch break on the set the next day, Cheng Yan's new manager, Mr. Yang, came. It is said that he used to be a dance teacher, so everyone in the company called him Mr. Yang.
"Have you been to Boss Xia's place yesterday?" Teacher Yang spoke softly. Cheng Yan didn't want to talk about this topic, so he nodded.
Teacher Yang showed a clear look, and turned to look at the set: "Let's finish here as soon as possible."
"My part is going to be in the last two episodes, so it's impossible to shoot after me first?"
Teacher Yang said: "I'm going to say hello and ask the screenwriter to change the script, so that Detective Chen will die quickly." He exhaled a smoke ring and suddenly laughed: "This may be the last time you play this kind of role. .”
Cheng Yan's hand holding the mineral water bottle tightened.
Teacher Yang patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry."
The company's top brokers are really efficient. In the evening, a little girl came from the screenwriting team and told Cheng Yan muttering that the original scenes about him were gone.
"It was decided to change it to let King Qi's men kill him." King Qi is the biggest villain in this play.
Cheng Yan apologized repeatedly: "I'm really bothering you." He then brought her several large bags of fruit and snacks that he had prepared.
The little girl was a bit aggressive at first, but when she saw him apologizing so sincerely, she felt a little embarrassed: "It's not so hard to change, anyway, the king of Qi has one more life in his hands, no more or no less."
Cheng Yan is happy.
"Did you offend someone? Delete all your scenes." The little girl asked again.
Cheng Yan smiled: "No. Really not."