It wasn't until he agreed to go home that Zhou Cheng realized what he had promised.
But the young man in front of him had already been sent to work with a cold face by his manager.
Zhou Dashao, who kept his word, frowned, had no other choice, took out his specially prepared button phone and sent another text message to the housekeeper.
The last one was: [Don't pick me up.]
The new one is: [Not going home tonight.]
In just ten seconds, Zhou Chenggang sat down in the rest area of the studio, and a new text message was displayed on the phone when he pressed the button.
[Sir, do you need family planning supplies?]
Zhou Cheng: "..."
He Jing quickly changed his clothes and came out.
He was a bit late, but fortunately, he had put on light makeup to attend the wedding because of the presence of the media. Now he changed into a light yellow sweater. The light makeup just brought his gentle temperament to its peak.
The studio was set up outside the flower fields in the suburbs, and the print advertisements for the new season of light luxury men's clothing were shot.
The young man who couldn't even drink a cup of milk tea buried his chin slightly in the collar of his goose-yellow sweater, behind him were thousands of flowers and plants blooming in late spring. The setting sun seemed to have left a halo around his body, and the short pale golden hair blown by the wind was boneless and gentle.
He Jing smiled slightly, the corners of his mouth were raised, the tails of his eyes were curved, and the stars were hidden in his eyes.
Zhou Cheng couldn't move his eyes away for a while.
It was the first time he saw such a person, who lived such a hard life, was suppressed by his agent, and was even forced to get close to him because of his livelihood, but he was able to keep everything beautiful while working.
When the work is over, he must take He Jing to buy a milk tea shop, which will be regarded as a thank you gift for the ride.
He Jing has already changed his posture under the arrangement of the cameraman.
When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Cheng sitting in the rest area looking at him from the corner of his eye.
The handsome man rested his chin in one hand and held a cheap key-press mobile phone in the other. He frowned and looked at him with sadness.
He Jing's heart skipped a beat.
Does Mr. Senior really not like gentle models
Then you have to hurry up and finish filming the advert made by this concave character, and transform into a coquettish slut on the way home!
He made up his mind not to let Zhou Cheng see too much of his current gentle image, and the next shooting actually reached a work efficiency of 10,000%, and the filming rate was so high that even Qi Rui was stunned.
A series of pictures of print advertisements were taken in a row.
Qi Rui started the nanny car, turned the steering wheel, and said in amazement: "It would be great if you worked so hard every day, ancestor."
Being forced by the manager to sit in the passenger seat, he couldn't help but flatten his lips with Zhou Cheng's "affectionate" He Xiaoxian who was sitting in the back seat, looking at his manager with a cold gaze, completely do not want to talk.
Zhou Cheng was completely convinced - he saw the darkness in the entertainment industry.
Such a hard-working artist forced a smile in front of the camera, yet his manager still felt that he wasn't working hard enough.
He even started to feel a little distressed.
It would be great if He Jing didn't like his identity.
Zhou Cheng's thoughts were mixed, and he didn't speak along the way.
He Jing only said that Zhou Cheng really didn't like gentle characters, but at the moment, he couldn't do anything in front of him, so he couldn't help urging Qi Rui to drive faster because he was tired all the way.
After finally reaching the door of the house, Mr. Senior just got out of the car when Qi Rui suddenly grabbed him.
"Are you really going to take someone to your house?"
He Jing blinked his big bright eyes: "What else? You won't let me take someone to the hotel."
Qi Rui: "...I'm blown away!"
"Then I'll get out of the car, and you're blowing it up by yourself?"
"stop!"
"hold head high?"
"Forget it, let's go," Qi Rui let go of his hand suddenly, "Anyway, you will be cowardly for a while, and you will definitely want me to wipe your butt again. Wiping your butt at your home is much easier than wiping your butt at a hotel. "
He Jing, half of his body outside the car, suddenly turned around and stuck out his tongue at him: "I won't let you touch my tender butt, and you're not handsome."
Qi Rui: "..." He wants to break the contract! He is going to retire!
He Jing had already put on his mask and ran away.
He hurriedly pulled Zhou Cheng's arm into the elevator.
This is a residential building that is not too young. Although the facilities are complete, the decoration between the residential buildings is not new. Even the elevators are covered with various false advertisements and telephones.
Moreover, there are not many people coming and going. Obviously, many residents have already moved out.
Not like a place where a super paid entertainer would change his residence.
As soon as the elevator door closed, He Jing immediately hugged Zhou Cheng's strong and strong arm with both hands, and was about to rub against it. He took off his mask and smiled coquettishly, when Zhou Cheng suddenly said, "Your family lives here...?"
"Huh?" He Jingting nodded, his eyelashes flicked slightly, and the half of his face not covered by the mask was as delicate as a porcelain doll, "Yes."
Afraid to frighten the senior gentleman, who was too poor to afford a mobile phone, he thought for a long time before he remembered that he had such a real estate besides those villas.
Fortunately, it was not sold because it was too broken.
Otherwise, it doesn't look good to take people to your own villa all at once. If the senior gentleman still treats him as the same as those rich people who fired the other party, wouldn't he be wronged.
He winked, deliberately suppressed his voice, and whispered softly with an ending: "Do you like this place? You can live wherever you want in the future."
Lord is rich!
Grandpa takes care of you!
Grandpa's favorite is the little boy!
He Jing blinked and blinked, only to see Zhou Cheng's eyes narrowed, as if in a daze, and then his gaze softened three points.
"I like it very much, and it's also very good here," the man raised his hand and rubbed his short fluffy hair, "Thank you for your hard work."
What a dilapidated house, it can make a man feel that it is not easy for him to live here.
Sure enough, his senior gentleman had a hard time.
He Jing tried his best to put on an accent, making his voice more coquettish and slutty: "As long as you like it..."
"Ding-"
The old and slow elevator went to the designated floor.
After all, he is a popular idol, even in this community where half of the people have moved out, He Jing is still very careful.
As soon as the elevator door opened, he immediately dragged Zhou Cheng in.
The interior of this small commercial house that has not been lived in for a long time is not old.
Although He Jing hasn't lived here for a long time, all his properties are regularly taken care of by housekeeping staff. Although there is no smoke and fire in the room at the moment, it can be regarded as clean, and there are all the things that need to be used. Everything is available.
Although He Jing took pictures quickly, the night was getting dark now.
The moonlight is intertwined with the night lights, hazy and cold.
The warm yellow light in the room is shining, ambiguous and thoughtful.
—but things seem to be going a little differently.
He Jing tilted his head.
The senior gentleman he brought home rubbed his hair after entering the door, and then sat on the old but clean sofa—closed his eyes and meditated.
He Jing: "..."
Are you waiting for him to take the initiative
This man doesn't like gentle green tea whores, he likes sexy and coquettish sluts, so it seems very likely that he likes active goblins.
But he...
He is cowardly.
He Jing was sitting on the other side of the sofa, looking at the senior gentleman who was dressed in cheap clothes but was very high-end and domineering, his hands were twisted together, his fingertips were constantly entangled, he couldn't say a word in a daze.
But really handsome.
The figure is really good.
He fell in love at first sight and fell in love again.
so cowardly—
In the silent living room, the sound of the clock ticking sounded, and Nanny Qi's contemptuous words in the car just now echoed in He Jing's mind-"Anyway, you will be cowardly later, and you will definitely want me to wipe your butt again. At your house It's easier to wipe your ass than to wipe your ass in a hotel."
"that… "
He moved his buttocks and slowly approached Zhou Cheng.
The man looked up at him, the unbranded sweater forcibly set off the abstinence effect only on the shirt.
"I… "
He swallowed, his left leg was already leaning against Zhou Cheng's right leg.
"Um?"
The man's deep and magnetic voice seduced him, and he only felt his cheeks burn.
Can't be cowardly!
"What's wrong?" the man asked him.
He Jing took a deep breath: "You..."
Don't let Qi Rui wipe his ass!
His ass is Mr. Senior's!
Only Mr. Senior can wipe!
"Will you wipe my ass?"