He Jing's eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils hooked Zhou Cheng's figure, and the end of his eyes shone with spring light.
With a half-blush on his face, he slowly unbuttoned the top button.
This is the corner of the studio, except for those like Shen Wencheng who came here deliberately, there are very few people there.
In fact, there is no need to worry.
But just as He Jing unbuttoned a button, his knuckle-knuckle hands trembled. The fingertips pinching the second button were slightly so hard that they turned white.
He is cowardly.
He Jing almost couldn't help but want to cry.
He is mentally prepared, if Zhou Cheng likes this kind of thing, he is willing to make sacrifices for Zhou Cheng—maybe it will be very exciting in this kind of place.
And he is the gold master!
How could he be cowardly!
The blush on He Jing's face subsided for a moment and he got up again. He bit his lower lip tightly, his eyes were misty, and his breathing quickened due to nervousness.
But his movements didn't stop.
But before the second button was undone, the man who was holding him against the wall in front of him suddenly stood up straight, and with one hand he forcefully pulled away his unbuttoned hands.
"...Eh?" He Jing's nervousness disappeared immediately.
I don't know why, but Xiaobai's complexion is not very good, and his voice is very low and stern: "If you don't want to, don't do it!"
The man's eyes were full of struggles and distressed, he let go of He Jing's hand and turned to leave, but hesitated.
Zhou Cheng finally rubbed his hair, sighed, and said in a helpless tone, "Let's go back."
Then he turned and left.
He Jing stared wide-eyed at the back of his "little boy" who was slowly leaving, and pursed his lips, the joy all over his body just now turned into panic.
Back on the set, seeing that his role was about to start, Qi Rui said angrily: "Zongzu, if you don't come back, the director will kill me."
"I don't want to come back anymore." He Jing looked at Zhou Cheng who was sitting on the side in a domineering posture and looking into the distance. He had no love in his life. "I don't want to film anymore, and I don't want to live anymore."
Qi Rui: "??? Ancestor, are you more sober?"
"I don't want to wake up."
"what happened?"
"I was going to seduce Zhou Cheng just now, so I can finally be a virgin!" He Jing gritted his teeth, "Then I fell in love again!!! Now he thinks that I don't want to have sex with him—"
Qi Rui covered his mouth: "Shut up in public!"
He Jing broke off his manager's hand, and said in a resentful tone, "Then what do you think I should do..."
At the edge of the set, Zhou Cheng, who was holding a button phone to contact the butler, glanced away from the corner of his eye, and caught a glimpse of He Jing's aggrieved look with his mouth covered by his manager.
There was a sudden tug in his heart.
Did he speak too loudly just now
The little artist was forced to get close to him for his livelihood, and he had no choice but to force himself to perform the duties of a lover, which was obviously so pitiful.
Not only that, but He Jing's manager has been bullying him. He was angry because of the other party's helpless and clumsy seduction, so what? As a boss, he should have the patience to tolerate his lover's occasional clumsiness.
"It's me." Zhou Cheng answered the phone.
"Sir, are you coming back today? The administrators of eighty-seven branches have sent me emails today. They are worried that you think they have 24 hours of sexual rights, and you will suspect that they have The ambition to seize power has caused a series of grievances and hatreds among wealthy families, so I jointly signed a letter requesting you to go back and sit in charge... "
Zhou Cheng hesitated for a moment.
Just admitted little lover to bring home today? He Jing could be wronged just now when he seduced him in a place where no one was around, and suddenly he went home with him. A pure-hearted little artist who has never seen the world would be scared, right
"No return."
The butler happily said "Oh": "Okay, I'm waiting for your rich family's big show of grievances and hatred."
Zhou Cheng: "..."
"Help me... Prepare something to express your heart, don't be vulgar, wrap it as a gift and send it here."
"Good sir."
A few hours later, He Jing, who had just finished filming the crying scene with pear blossoms and rain, was very worried that Zhou Cheng would see his smudged appearance, and ran into the dressing room as soon as the camera stopped.
He took the tissue from Qi Rui, and the director followed him in.
The director patted him on the shoulder with bright eyes: "Your acting skills are great today, why don't we put all the crying scenes in the future today?"
He Jing pursed his lower lip, and choked out: "No, there's too much crying on the top, what should I do if there's no water on the bottom?"
The director who was just about to reprimand He Jing for being unprofessional: "..."
Qi Rui almost suffocated: "I'm so hot!! He Jing, can you shut up!"
"If you shut up, you can't give Zhou Chenghan—"
"Fuck/You shut up!!!!!!"
He Jing sat down, his big eyes full of innocence. He slightly raised his eyes to look at his manager, with some undried tears in his eyes: "I don't want you, you are not handsome."
Qi Rui staggered, dizzy: "I mean - I'm stupid, you shut up!! I'm not saying I'm stupid/you!!!"
The stunned director took a deep breath, and the two-hundred-jin tonnage ran away briskly.
"He Jing!" The crew in charge of chores on the set approached with a large box in their arms.
The box doesn't seem to be light, and it seems to be stuffed to the brim, and some rustling sounds can be heard when shaking—it seems to be something made of paper.
The staff put the box down: "Someone just sent it to the studio and said it was for you, and there was a note: '—to let you feel that there is still warmth in the world, don't cry. It's not bad to express your heart." It should be A cheering gift for your fans."
"Thank you, just put it here."
He Jing immediately stopped his tears, blinked, and Qi Rui looked at the big cardboard box curiously.
It is perfectly normal for fans to visit the studio and give gifts, but the words left by the other party are really strange—he has always managed the image of a gentle little brother to the outside world, why would there be fans who let him feel the world What about the warmth
Is it because he dislikes the warmth he brings to fans
He stretched out his hand with question marks all over his face, with a gentle smile on his face, but with all his strength, he violently tore open the seal on the box.
Qi Rui: "..." Fortunately, there is no one else here except him and the bastard He Jing.
The box was opened.
What caught the eye was a piece of tender red letters.
Large patches of deep pink and small patches of white are intertwined, and one hundred banknotes are stacked in the shape of roses. The gift giver seemed to be worried about wasting space like this. The roses were tightly packed together, and some were even squeezed to the point of deformation.
A carton full of rose notes.
Qi Rui: "..."
"Who will give this? Is it really a fan?"
"I didn't say anything, this little note said: Let you feel that there is still warmth in the world, don't cry. Talk about your heart, it's completely good-from someone you know. It must be a fan, your fans like these weird things Weird." Qi Rui came to a conclusion.
He Jing was a little dazed: "—Talking about expressing your feelings, is it not bad at all?"
Qi Rui: "Maybe your fans think that money is the most elegant thing in the world?"
"...?"
"They want to make you happy, let you feel the joy of being hit by money, let you feel the joy of being taken care of?"
The question marks on He Jing's forehead followed one after another, until Qi Rui said the word "Nurture", the young man's eyes lit up suddenly, and he slapped his thigh suddenly: "I know!"
"ah?"
"My fans will give me gifts and money when they prostitute me in the spiritual world," He Jing felt that he finally figured it out, "but I want to enjoy Zhou Cheng's body, Zhou Cheng must think that I want I slept with him, but I didn’t give him the money of Gao Ya, that’s why he was angry!!”
Qi Rui: "????"
"I'm the patron of money. I actually made such a mistake in the morning. I actually acted like a prostitute!"
"What?"
"Brother Qi," He Jing took out the gold card in his pocket, "do me a favor!"
…
night.
The starry sky is falling, and the early summer has not yet come, and the green belt next to the dilapidated community seems to be faintly singing cicadas.
As soon as he got out of the elevator, He Jing pushed the man from behind Zhou Cheng, holding his strong shoulders with both hands: "Can you open the door?" After opening the door, Zhou Cheng will definitely think that he is a good money maker!
The man seemed to have forgotten what happened in the morning, he chuckled, and said in a magnetic voice, "Okay."
He Jing's legs went limp.
As expected of a senior boy, during the day he was angry that he would go whoring without paying, and at night he began to spoil the patron.
He loves it so much.
He wanted to die on Zhou Cheng's bed all his life.
The corners of his mouth are curled up, his fair face has a bright smile, and his outstanding features under the camera are not lost in the dark corridors of residential buildings.
Zhou Cheng took the metal key from He Jing.
He felt it was his fault for speaking so harshly to his new lover this morning. As the domineering president who holds half of Yang Cheng's property, he should be very handsome and pamperingly agree to his little lover's request to act like a baby.
"I'm willing to pamper you," he thought back to what the housekeeper had taught him, "I will agree to whatever you ask."
He Jing hugged his arm happily.
Zhou Cheng stood still in front of the door, picked up the metal key in his hand, and stuck the metal key on the doorknob sideways with a handsome and mature posture—
The metal key was stuck to the metal doorknob, and nothing happened.
"That..." He Jing blinked his eyes, "The key should be inserted vertically, that is... the hole on the handle."
Zhou Cheng: "..."
The world is full of electronic doors, and Zhou Ba, who has never opened such a low-level door by himself, does not change his face. He slightly narrows his eyes, and with a soft "um", inserts the key with excellent learning ability, and turns the door handle.
——I saw banknotes all over the floor of the dilapidated old apartment, and there were bunches of pink roses piled up with banknotes on the table; in the center of the living room, there was a half-person-high paper handicraft, one stacked with banknotes "Little Zhou Cheng".
Zhou Cheng slowly opened his eyes wide.
He Jing's cheeks were slightly red, and he looked at him with some expectation in his eyes: "For you..."
Zhou Cheng has received so many so-called surprises and gifts since he was a child, and for the first time his nose felt a little sore.
His little lover knew how dismissive the money was to him, so he actually returned the money he gave to the other party during the day.
He obviously had such a hard life, squeezed by his agent, chased by the director to add a crying scene, forced by the boss behind him to seduce him, and even put down his dignity to take off his clothes to seduce him.
But he didn't take his money.
What a pure heart.
How pitiful and distressing.
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