#Minhanggongguan#
The man standing at the door with his back straight and looking straight ahead had a heavy book on his black hair. Under his slightly furrowed brow, his amber-toned eyes were as bright as the stars, and his timid expression resembled that of a frustrated jackrabbit.
He has been standing here for three hours.
The reason is that he did not help Ye Yihan apply for an acting major, but a non-acting one. Although he later changed his major to modeling, Brother Cong is still sulking when he should be.
At this time, Brother Cong was memorizing lines in the study. Normally, he would go to bed in about two hours, but tonight it was indeed an hour late.
what happened? Are you not going to forgive him
"Hiss... my neck." Ye Erlin turned his head slightly to see if Brother Cong was ready to rest in the half-hidden study door. Unexpectedly, his neck would hurt if he kept twisting it for too long.
snap—
The ten-centimetre-thick book fell directly from his head and hit his feet wearing house socks.
"Ah... um." Ye Erlin subconsciously covered his mouth to endure the pain from his toes that went straight to his temples.
If it affects Brother Cong's recitation of lines, he won't have to sleep tonight and will have to stand here all night.
This rule was set a long time ago. The manager should not interfere too much in the artist's life. Another thing is not to make him angry. If you are angry, you should take the initiative to stand for punishment.
He could still see where he stood.
So wherever Brother Cong is, he will stand there.
"You idiot, you've disturbed me." Brother Cong's voice came out in a magnetic and low voice.
"Yes, Brother Cong, my head was blown by a cannon." Ye Erlin pursed his lips, picked up the book from the wooden floor, and put it back on his head.
It's all Ye Yihan's fault, his careless brother.
Ye Erlin could only dare to think quietly in his heart. After all, the two people in his family loved him very much.
After another half hour of this, Ye Erlin couldn't hold back his eyelids and looked up at the electronic clock on the wall.
It's already half past two in the morning.
The light that came out of the crack in the door disappeared in an instant, the study door was opened from the inside, and Brother Cong's tall figure stepped out.
"Sleepy?" Shen Yuancong leaned against the door frame and pinched the flesh of Ye Erlin's cheek with his bony fingers.
Being pinched by Brother Cong, he woke up instantly. He stared with wide eyes and said doggedly: "Brother Cong is so tired from reciting his lines that he didn't say anything. How dare I be sleepy? Brother Cong, go and rest when you are tired. I can still stand for a while."
Shen Yuancong looked "confirmed" and said, "Stand for another thirty minutes and then go to bed."
"Hello Brother Cong, the sleep tablet has been placed on the bedside. Good night Brother Cong."
"good evening."
Ye Erlin watched Brother Cong go down the stairs with a forced smile. He really didn't expect that Brother Cong would let him continue.
When he heard Brother Cong's door closing downstairs, he immediately threw the book aside and sat down.
He breathed a long sigh of relief: "My neck is about to break. Is this what a human does?"
But fortunately, Brother Cong didn't have a bad impression of him. At least he did it for Ye Yihan's good. Since he wants to live in the Ye family forever, he must be isolated from Z City and the public.
Ye Erlin's room is next to the study on the second floor, and Brother Cong's room is on the first floor.
It was already three o'clock, and he would be able to go down in another hour.
He went back to his room to take a shower and blow-dried his hair at exactly four o'clock.
The black silk pajamas hung loosely on his body, and he tiptoed downstairs.
There is also a night light on in the living room, making it easier to get up in the middle of the night and go to the kitchen to drink water.
Ye Erlin came to the door of Brother Cong's half-open room, carefully pushed the door in, and then slowly closed it.
Brother Cong never closed the door when he slept, saying he was afraid that he would die suddenly at home and no one would come to collect his body.
So this gave him an opportunity.
Ever since Brother Cong saved his life, he decided to follow Brother Cong from now on, whether on the mountain of knives or in the sea of fire. Originally he only regarded him as his savior, but over time he fell in love with Brother Cong without even knowing why.
He realized that he really fell in love with Brother Cong a few months ago. After the news of Tang Ling's affair with him came out, the suppressed possessiveness in his heart grew more and more savagely.
Now that he was no longer satisfied with being by Brother Cong's side every day, he decided to strike first.
A sleeping man was lying on the big bed that came into view. The air conditioner was covered to his abdomen, and his hands were placed flat on both sides.
Every night, Ye Erlin would sneak into Brother Cong's bedroom and touch him. We slept together until six in the morning, and then he pretended to come in from outside to wake him up.
Ye Erlin sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Brother Cong's handsome facial features, the high nose bridge and sharp edges with a layer of moisturizing powder on his lower lips.
He swallowed, leaned down, and kissed Brother Cong's lips lightly.
It was very soft, and Brother Cong's breath was warm on his face.
The brief kiss seemed to have passed half a lifetime. When Ye Erlin raised his head again, his face was already flushed to the roots of his ears.
First kiss, so exciting.
He could hear his heartbeat beating violently in the silent space.
Then Ye Erlin lifted the air-conditioned quilt with satisfaction and lay next to Brother Cong.
He grabbed the edge of the quilt with both hands, still thinking about the kiss just now. Then he turned over and put his arms around Shen Yuancong's waist, feeling his abdominal muscles clearly.
Unexpectedly, Brother Cong turned over tonight and faced himself, with one hand pressing down on his back.
He was completely held in Brother Cong's arms.
"What's wrong?" Shen Yuancong's half-awake hoarse voice sounded above his head.
As soon as Ye Erlin heard the sound, his whole body froze, and the hands on his waist began to feel uneasy.
"Congconcong... Brother Cong... when did you wake up... wake up?" He was so frightened that he stuttered.
"When you pulled my quilt."
Fortunately, fortunately the kiss was not discovered.
Ye Erlin, who buried his head in bed, didn't dare to act rashly. His mind was blank and he didn't know what lie to tell to explain his ridiculous behavior.
Pretend to be asleep.
With these three words running through his mind, Ye Erlin thought it was feasible, so he simply stopped talking and pretended to be asleep.
Shen Yuancong's half-opened eyes looked at the sleep film on the bedside. He was so obsessed with practicing his lines tonight that he became sleepy earlier than before without taking his medicine.
Falling asleep without taking sleeping tablets would cause his sleep to become shallow, so he woke up the moment Ye Erlin entered the room.
The man in his arms gradually began to breathe in an orderly manner, and he seemed to be asleep.
Shen Yuancong is not someone who can sleep peacefully with sleeping pills, but recently, his sleep has been much better.
The medicine is still the same medicine.
So many times when he woke up and saw Ye Erlin calling him, did he stay in his room overnight like this
Thinking of this, Shen Yuancong raised the hand behind him and gently stroked the top of his hair.
"Second goods are still second-rate goods."