Yu Qinghuan took the fastest bath he had ever had in his life. When he climbed into bed, he was still carrying wet water vapor on his body. Huo Qu didn't dislike it, he turned over and hugged him directly into his arms.
The two of them had slept together for so long, Yu Qinghuan had long been accustomed to this sleeping position, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner a little, reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and nestled into Huo Qu's arms like a flow.
Summer has entered, it is the hottest time of the year, even if the wind from the air conditioner is blowing on the head, and the two men with strong vigor and blood are sticking together, it will not be too hot.
Yu Qinghuan was sweating on his forehead, and after holding it for a while, he guessed that Huo Qu was almost asleep, so he moved out cautiously. Who knew this, and found that Huo Qu's hand tightened immediately.
"You haven't slept yet?" Yu Qinghuan raised her head, looked at Huo Qu in amazement in the dark, reached out and touched his face gently, and she noticed that his eyes were open, "Didn't you say sleepy?"
"Can't sleep." Huo Qu rubbed his hand and said aggrievedly, "It's uncomfortable..."
"Huh?" Yu Qinghuan was dizzy, and when he heard the conditioned reflex, he touched him under him. He didn't notice any reaction. Just as he was about to speak, Huo Qu grabbed his hand.
"Qing Huan, have you thought about it?" His voice was filled with joy and disbelief. This was the first time Qing Huan took the initiative!
"No no no!" Yu Qinghuan explained quickly, wishing to slap himself backhand. It was clear that Huo Qu had told him before that it was after his fixed bedtime, so he felt uncomfortable. Why did he think that Huo Qu was talking about that kind of thing!
Tomorrow I must go buy some walnuts and ginkgo to nourish my brain!
"What did I think... I'm wrong." Yu Qinghuan bowed guiltily, and patted Huo Qu on the back soothingly, "Go to sleep, it's so late."
Think wrong? In the darkness, Huo Qu's suspicious eyes fell on Yu Qinghuan's head.
How could it be wrong? I already told Qing Huan...
He tried hard to analyze Yu Qinghuan's meaning, and when his thinking fell to a certain point, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Qinghuan," he kissed the top of Yu Qinghuan's head with joy, his right hand slipped in along the hem of Yu Qinghuan's clothes, lingering on his thin and flexible waist, "don't be shy."
Yu Qinghuan: "???"
What is he shy about? Where did Huo Qu think of
His body was weakened by the itching and numbness in his waist, so he managed to hold down Huo Qu's hand that was constantly messing up, and panted: "Don't touch it! Can't you sleep? Don't think too much, follow me What a shame!"
"I know," Huo Qu suddenly rolled over and pressed him under him, pushed his shirt to the top, and kept licking and biting his collarbone, his voice blurred, "You always..."
"What's wrong with me?" Yu Qinghuan didn't know where his brain was going, grabbed his shoulder, and just wanted to push him out, but his body trembled suddenly, and he couldn't help humming.
"Don't, don't bite there..."
"That's it..." Huo Qu reached into his trousers, breathing heavily, his heart beating like a drum. He felt that he finally understood, what Qing Huan said to him before was to refuse is to allow—
"I want it, but I don't want it; it's very comfortable, but I don't want to touch it."
"I didn't..." Yu Qinghuan was fascinated by him, raised his head and panted and defended: "You don't, don't make me wrong!" Grabbing the sheets under him, he finally regained a sense of reason, "You just didn't Still... not responding?"
Why are you so excited all of a sudden! Simply... beasts!
"Yes," Huo Qu rammed on him with his waist up, proving himself with his strength, "If you see it, you will have it."
After a pause, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped. When Yu Qinghuan couldn't hold back and instinctively wanted to stand up, he kissed the corner of his mouth in a flattering manner, "Qinghuan, help me..."
"Just once." Yu Qinghuan didn't answer right away, she was silent for a while, and uttered three words firmly.
Huo Qu looked reluctant, hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and touched Yu Qinghuan's lips tentatively and cautiously.
Yu Qinghuan immediately understood what he meant, laughed angrily, pushed him and said, "Huo Qu, do you have to kiss every day to be willing to sleep?"
Zhao Qingyuan's Indian oil is really harmful...
Huo Qu was stunned for a moment, then blushed and revealed the small dimples on his cheeks, and said, "If you want, of course I want it."
Yu Qinghuan: "…"
Yu Qinghuan, who was forced to brush her teeth several times a night, was still yawning when she went to China National Television the next morning. Yu Xin wanted to ask, but after seeing Huo Qu sitting upright next to him, he still closed his mouth.
He felt that it was better not to delve into the reason why Qing Huan was so sleepy.
The action of the national station was very fast. They communicated with Qing Huan on the first day. On the second day, they called all the actors who received overseas cultural ambassadors and held an award ceremony.
This ceremony continued the consistent style of the national station, it looked very serious, not only the certificate, but also the certificate. Before the official entry, the stylist even made Yu Qinghuan's hairstyle more stable.
That night, Yu Qinghuan appeared on the news network, and his handsome and handsome face stood out among a group of old artists with wrinkled faces.
Although there are few people watching the news in front of the TV, it is impossible to bear the news that almost all the official media of all countries have forwarded the news on Weibo. Soon, the news of Yu Qinghuan becoming the new overseas cultural ambassador spread all over the world. network.
"Aoaoao, congratulations to Qing Huanhuan! With such achievements in less than a year of debut, my mother's fans are proud to hold up their chests!"
"Hahahaha, although this is a serious matter, what should I do if I think it's funny? Don't you think this photo is like a chick with beautiful eyebrows that has strayed into a group of well-respected old hens?"
"Hahahahaha poisonous upstairs! What the hell is a flock of venerable old hens!"
"Fuck, this is a shady story, why should Yu Qinghuan be on the national stage? It's obvious that there is a financial master behind it!"
"Are you stupid upstairs? Which sponsor can put an actor on the news network? If there is such a sponsor, I will make a request and introduce it to me!"
…
Yu Qinghuan didn't know the turbulent undercurrent on the Internet, he was surrounded by a group of people at this moment, and he couldn't escape.
"The young man is really Zhouzheng," an old artist looked at him with a smile, and said to him, "I heard that Xiaofeng's ring has been found, but thank you a lot, otherwise she doesn't know how long she will suffer."
"It's nothing," Yu Qinghuan smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, it was just a coincidence. I feel very lucky to be able to help Teacher Cen."
"You can't say that," the old artist waved his hand, and a wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face, "I heard that you are very lucky, nicknamed Koi? My daughter is your fan and shouts at home every day. Forward your photo for good luck."
He took out a small book from his pocket and handed it to Yu Qinghuan, "Knowing that I want to see you today, she specifically asked me to ask you for an autograph."
Yu Qinghuan didn't expect that these old artists, who usually stern and scold the new generation of actors, would do such a down-to-earth thing.
"Thank you for her liking for me," he wrote, "and I'm really lucky to have so many good fans."
This sentence obviously pleased the old artist, and the smile on his face deepened. Just as he was about to speak, a group of people suddenly came over, looking at Yu Qinghuan non-stop as if watching rare animals—
"This is what the old man Wang Zhensheng said about the young man with unique spiritual energy? It's really good."
"Oh, Lao Liu actually asked someone for an autograph, and he is still chasing stars at such a young age?"
"No, no, I heard that Qing Huan's luck is very good. Does Lao Liu want to rub other people's good luck? Emma, then sign one for me too!"
"Hey? There is such a saying? Then I will join in the fun and ask for one..."
Artists, even if they are old, can keep up with the trend in their thinking, and they are really like young people. One person asked Yu Qinghuan for an autograph.
When the director of the awards ceremony saw this scene, he suddenly had an idea, he pulled the photographer directly and asked him to take a few pictures, and then he sent a Weibo——
"I heard that the little koi have good luck? [Photo] [Photo]"
Given the nature of national stations, even such events are always serious and not interesting. Therefore, the attention among young people is very low. This year, thanks to Yu Qinghuan, there are so many more people retweeting it.
The director almost lost his hair because of this worry, and he couldn't think of a way to do both. At this moment, he really had no choice, so he used Yu Qinghuan's name to sell his cuteness.
Facts have proved that his decision was completely correct. As soon as this Weibo was posted, it was retweeted by netizens.
"Oh my God! Suddenly there is a feeling of being pampered and loved!"
"Fuck! Isn't that Liu Heng in front? Teacher Liu Heng who won the Lifetime Artistic Achievement Award! He even asked Yu Qinghuan for an autograph!"
"Upstairs, it's not just Liu Heng, there are so many big people... Yu Qinghuan is really a magical person... "
"No, Qing Huan is not a human being, he is a human-shaped koi..."
…
Because the contrast of this matter is so great and incredible that many high-rise buildings were erected on many forums that day. Yu Qinghuan's fame skyrocketed through this incident, and for a while, it almost became known to everyone.
Yu Xinle's is the same, humming while walking, busy choosing scripts and endorsements for Yu Qinghuan, even forgetting his own birthday.
When Yu Qinghuan took out his birthday present, he was blinded.
"What's this?" He took the gift box in a daze, opened it, and suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, "SLR and lens? What the hell! Both micro-focus and telephoto?! Qing Huan, you Why did you suddenly give me this?"
Yu Qing smiled happily: "Birthday gift. Brother, happy birthday."
Yu Xin loves photography and covets all kinds of SLRs and lenses. But... SLRs are poor for three generations, and photography ruins a lifetime.
In his two lifetimes, Yu Xin only started to make money until his salary recently increased, and he didn't even have a house, let alone invest in hobbies.
Yu Qinghuan had always wanted to thank Yu Xin, but he didn't know how to express it. He just took this opportunity to give him something he liked, which was his heart for him.
Maybe in the eyes of others, Yu Xin is not professional enough, or even holding him back. But in his eyes, Yu Xin is the only agent in the world who can wholeheartedly care about him and take care of him.
There are many gold brokers, but Yu Xin has only one.
"I-I forgot, you still remember." Yu Xin hugged the gift tightly, and after a long while, he said something with reddish eyes.
The best thing he ever did in his life was to pull Yu Qinghuan a hand when he was in the most difficult time.