Has the scumbag actor confessed?

This new champion has been thinking about this all night?

After drinking, Zhong Yi's brows were unbelievably soft, and her trembling eyelashes could tickle Shen Xifeng's heart.

Shen Xifeng took a deep breath, and felt that it was necessary to teach a certain kid who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

Shen Xifeng stretched out his arms to hug her, and when he turned around, the two of them switched places in an instant.

Zhong Yi's waist was rubbed by the doorknob, his body tightened in pain, and his head tilted up, just in time for Shen Xifeng to kiss.

There is no etiquette and restraint in this kiss, and it is invincible to attack the city.

Shen Xifeng unceremoniously swept away, branding his own exclusive mark between Zhong Yi's lips and teeth, marking his sovereignty.

The champion man, who was quite stubborn before, retreated steadily, and when he finally parted, there was a layer of mist in his eyes, his lips were so red that he could bleed, but he refused to give in. He put his hands on his back and let out a cry. 'pain'.

Shen Xifeng also remembered that he was a little anxious just now, as if he had bumped into Zhong Yi.

He reached into the hem of his clothes, cruising around the thin and green waist, and wherever his palm touched, he picked up a string of fire, but he was still unwilling to let him go, and asked in his ear: " Where does it hurt, here? Or here?"

Zhong Yi's teeth began to tremble, he swallowed nervously, and the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.

There was already a circle of sweat around his waist, and the sweat was still sliding down his back, flowing over Shen Xifeng's hands, and slowly rolling into his trouser waist.

Shen Xifeng was not much better, his right hand propped on the door was already so stiff that he lost all feeling, his eyes were locked with Zhongyi like a demon, and all the blood in his body was flowing towards a certain place.

"Does it still hurt?"

Shen Xifeng pressed towards Zhong Yi bit by bit, with a anxious tone, as if he really cared about this issue.

The sweat on Zhong Yi's forehead had already slid down his cheeks. He shook his head inexplicably and nodded again. Just as he was about to say something, a series of sharp and discordant bells rang, instantly breaking the suffocating atmosphere in the room.

Shen Xifeng's whole body froze, his hand rested on Zhong Yi's waist for a long while, then he gritted his teeth and pulled it out, took out his phone, and pressed the stop button.

Taking advantage of this gap, Zhong Yi wiped off the sweat from his face, pulled off his clothes, stood up straight and adjusted his breathing.

Shen Xifeng glanced at the time on his phone, then looked at Zhong Yi reluctantly, raised his arm helplessly, and turned on the wall light switch on the wall.

"Baby, I have to go now."

Shen Xifeng touched Zhong Yi's with his forehead, turned around and walked into the room with his mouth pursed, Zhong Yi was still immersed in the intimacy of the sound of 'treasure' and didn't keep up.

"Huh? Go...where are you going?"

Zhong Yi subconsciously followed him into the bedroom, watching him open the closet and flip through the clothes inside.

Shen Xifeng came to live here for a few days, and lost some change of clothes here. After Zhong Yi finished washing, he folded all of them and put them aside.

Shen Xifeng picked up a few clothes, and while Zhong Yi wasn't paying attention, he took two more of Zhong Yi's clothes and wrapped them inside.

Shen Xifeng turned around and sighed, "Italy, fly to Shanghai first tonight, and depart from Shanghai in the early morning."

Italy? ?

Zhong Yi was stunned, why did this person go thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye?

"I just want to tell you about this, otherwise I wouldn't have come to eat this meal. I asked Brother Cheng to go to my house to clean up the things."

Shen Xifeng threw the clothes in his hand on the bed, and sat down on the sofa.

He patted the seat beside him, motioning for Zhong Yi to sit down too.

"This time I'm going to Italy to shoot the advertisement of P's family first. The itinerary is five days, and then I will go directly from Italy to Vietnam. The shooting there depends on the situation. I may also go to Myanmar to shoot the scene. The crew will give me a picture in early September. Three days off to report to the university."

Shen Xifeng finished speaking in one breath, and looked at Zhong Yi helplessly: "We... probably won't meet until September."

"..."

I don't know if it's because of the alcohol, but Zhong Yi's complexion is a little pale, his eyes are as black as lacquer, his lips are still a little bloodshot, like ripe cherry fruit, which can be broken by blowing a bullet.

Zhong Yi raised her eyelashes and asked, "Do you want me to take you to the airport?"

Shen Xifeng shook his head with a smile, "Open the itinerary, there must be fans squatting over there, I don't want them to see you."

Hearing this, Zhong Yi's brows tightened imperceptibly, and the corners of her lips drooped uncontrollably.

Shen Xifeng had nothing to do about it, the itinerary had been set several months ago, and all parties were waiting.

When the college entrance examination is over, it is the day when he pays off his debts. People in this industry have no rest days.

Shen Xifeng took Zhong Yi's hand, touched his forehead, and asked worriedly: "Are you all right after drinking? Are you dizzy? Do you want to vomit?"

After drinking half a glass of white wine, it would be a lie to say that she didn't feel uncomfortable, but Zhong Yi felt that the discomfort caused by alcohol was far less harmful than Shen Xifeng's saying that he would leave for two months.

He pulled Shen Xifeng's hand down, clasped his fingers intertwined, and remained silent.

Shen Xifeng also felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't make Zhong Yi feel more uncomfortable, so he tried his best to divert the topic to other places.

Shen Xifeng tilted his head to look at Zhong Yi, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Baby, you see that my schedule is so tight and I'm traveling abroad, there is something I want to ask you for help, is that okay?"

There was another 'treasure', which made Zhong Yi's heart tremble. He was in a daze at the moment, and he would nod without hesitation, let alone one thing, even if it was ten or hundreds of things.

"Can you help me fill out the application? You know, I only fill in that one university and don't consider anything else."

When Shen Xifeng spoke, his eyes flicked to Zhong Yi's lips from time to time, he seemed to taste a trace of blood just now, did he bite the child's mouth?

Zhong Yi didn't expect him to make this request, hesitated for a few seconds, and agreed: "Okay, remember to give me the password."

As soon as Zhong Yi opened his mouth, Shen Xifeng really saw some teeth marks on the inside of his lower lip, and hurriedly reached out to pinch his chin, and looked closely: "Does it hurt?"

Zhong Yi sticks out her tongue and licks it. To be honest, her lips are numb at this moment, so how could she feel any pain.

Of course Zhong Yi couldn't say such shameful words, she tilted her head, avoiding Shen Xifeng's hand, and changed the subject: "Don't you ask me which school I applied for?"

Shen Xifeng took out his mobile phone to check the time, he had to go, otherwise Brother Cheng would come up and call for someone.

Standing up, he answered Zhong Yi's question: "You can apply anywhere, as long as it's on Earth."

After thinking for a while, Shen Xifeng turned his head and smiled again: "It's not impossible outside of the earth, it's just to spend more money. Who told you that your boyfriend has no other skills and only makes money?"

Zhong saw that he was going to leave, so he stood up too. He couldn't believe that this man would be away for two months soon, his chest was so tight that he couldn't say a word.

Shen Xifeng didn't notice it, and was still talking to himself: "Are you surprised that I'm so generous? I was afraid that you would run away after the college entrance examination, but of course I don't have such worries now. My boyfriend is the number one scholar in the province, and no one can stop him." His footsteps. The sea is as wide as you can jump, and the sky is as high as you can fly.”

Shen Xifeng hugged a stack of clothes, turned around at the door, raised his eyebrows and smiled and said: "Long-distance relationship, foreign relationship is not a matter, the most important thing is your happiness, this is your life, don't be excluded by yourself." Outsiders influence the direction."

Zhong Yi was terribly irritable, wanting to keep him by his side, but also wanting him to get out of here quickly, his face was extremely ugly.

Shen Xifeng looked at him, heaved a long sigh, put down his clothes, walked over and hugged Zhong Yi in his arms.

Taking advantage of the last time, Shen Xifeng rubbed hard, "I can't help it, treasure. This kind of schedule will be normal in the future. Since I debuted, I haven't stayed at home for more than one month a year. I didn't feel anything before. , now that I have you, I really don't want to leave. Stop looking at me like that, I can't get out of this door soon."

As soon as the words fell, the doorbell rang at the door, and brother Cheng had already come to urge people.

Zhong Yi adjusted his emotions, and tried his best to smile at Shen Xifeng: "Go, make a better shot."

Zhong Yi stood at the door in a daze to send Shen Xifeng away, closed the door, and leaned against the door panel for a long time, unwilling to move.

It's just that there is one person missing, why is the room suddenly so empty that people can't stay any longer?

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated, and he took it out to see that it was a message from Shen Xifeng.

"Eat and sleep well. I left a set of pajamas in your closet for you to dispose of. Be good, I miss you very much."

Less than 10 minutes apart, just a sentence of 'missing you', which finally put an expression on Zhong Yi's face.

He raised his hand to type a few words, then deleted them, and sent a voice message directly.

"Okay, see you in Beijing in September."

In Ningzhou at the end of August, the sun is like fire.

Zhong Yi sat at the gate of the 'Jingcheng' gymnasium in Taoist uniform, feeling like a dog.

Coach Huang sat next to him, holding a small round fan that said "buy gold in summer vacation, get [-]% off", and while fanning the wind, complained: "The curator is getting more and more stingy now! New tricks in the past two months With so many students, I still never turn on the air conditioner until the class time! I can't live through this day!"

Zhong Yi moved his butt slightly, away from the flame-breathing body next to him, and wiped his sweat silently.

Above their heads, there are two red silk banners, after two months of wind and sun, although they have faded, the white bold characters on them are still so arrogant that they can be seen from ten miles away.

"Warmly celebrate Senior Brother Zhong Yi from the 'Jingcheng' Gym for winning this year's Provincial Science Top Scholar!!"

"You give your child a chance, and the 'Jingcheng' Gym will give you a miracle! Become handsome, strong, smart, and likable!"

The endless chirping of cicadas, like 4D stereo sound, invades Zhongyi's ears in all directions.

Coach Huang's chattering voice is like a sauna room where hot water has been splashed, and the steaming mist entangles you and suffocates you.

"... He asked you to take the students, did he not give you money? This is the most naked exploitation! Abuse of child labor! You can go to the consumer association and sue him! I think I came up with the idea of ​​pulling banners at the beginning! The result? , I won’t give me a penny of advertising fees!”

Coach Huang pointed to the top of his head, speaking out of righteous indignation.

Zhong Yi glanced at him blankly, thinking for the thousand and one time: when can I go to Beijing.

The past two months have been really hard for him!

First, there was a non-stop interview, and then people from the admissions offices of each school came to the door in turn, playing the momentum of a wheel war as lobbyists.

Zhong Yi was too pestered to go home and stayed in the hotel for more than a week.

When I left the customs again, I found that I had already been widely reported by the media with the headline "On why it is difficult for a poor family to produce a noble son—the provincial champion is actually a frequent visitor to a five-star hotel".

Zhong Minhua, who was far away in France, finally found out after a few days of news that the No. [-] student in the new department was actually his son who had been escorted to University B. When he called, he had a rare parental attitude to teach others.

After finishing filling out the application with great difficulty, the college entrance examination was dusty, and as soon as he got home, he was escorted to the gymnasium by the curator Jin who was guarding the door.

Zhong Yi looked up and saw the two banners, and had the idea of ​​killing himself on the spot.

Fortunately, Curator Jin, who was crying at the dinner table that night, finally made Zhong Yi regain some desire to continue living.

"...You said that you are such a big thing that you are recommended to cancel, and you don't tell us that you are under pressure to take the exam... You are smart, but how difficult it is to get the provincial champion, I know the curator! I know! !"

Curator Jin blew his nose, then patted Zhong Yi on the shoulder, but he ducked away with his shoulders slumped.

But Curator Jin was too drunk and didn't care about these details at all.

"Yes, I'm uneducated, and I don't understand the stars and moons you talk about, but you can't dislike me and don't tell me anything? The gymnasium has raised you for so many years, and you eat the rice from the gymnasium, and you are Taoism. People in the museum! You can't leave us out! You can't!"

"cannot!"

Coach Li, who had already been on the ground, stood up like a corpse, yelled with red eyes, and fell down again.

Curator Jin became even more excited when he heard someone agreeing, and insisted on forcing Zhong Yi to express his opinion.

Zhong Yi had no choice but to perfunctory: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it, the gymnasium is my forever home."

Curator Jin was happy when he heard it, wiped away tears, sat up straight, and discussed: "Look at that, Xiaoqiu has grown up too, and you two grew up as childhood sweethearts, and you know each other well. , settled the matter before going to Beijing?"

Zhong Yi glanced at Erqianjin who was sleeping in the curator's wife's arms not far away, the three-year-old Jinqiu child, who had the urge to go to the newspaper tomorrow to break away from the gym.

However, the newspaper office would not accept his unreasonable request, and Zhong Yi started his career as a platform for the gymnasium when the negotiations were fruitless.

Reports about Zhong Yi were printed and pasted all over the gymnasium's outer walls; his college entrance examination scores were magnified ten times, and they were pasted next to the words "Jingcheng gymnasium" like a door plaque.

Zhong Yi's photo was made into a human-shaped stand and placed by the door of the gymnasium. In order to make the image more vivid, a real black belt was tied on the belt.

As a result, in less than two days, the black belt was taken away; in less than a week, the human-shaped stand was also taken away.

After experiencing so many blows and humiliation, Zhong Yi can finally look at the world with a Buddha heart.

He turned around and smiled calmly at Coach Huang, who was still nagging, "The Consumers Association doesn't care about labor contract disputes, and the curator paid me my salary and the advertising fee."

Coach Huang opened his mouth dumbly, and yelled at Zhong Yi's back as he turned and left: "How much did you give? Why didn't that old bald donkey give me a raise? Am I not a sign of the gym?!"

Zhong Yi walked under the tree at the entrance of the alley, and finally caught some cool breeze.

He raised his head, looked at the blue and cloudless sky, and suddenly thought that the next time he returned to Ningzhou would be the winter vacation, and he might not be able to see such a clear summer sky until next year.

After the college entrance examination, there is no spring and autumn in my hometown, only winter and summer.

Although there are no more favorite blood relatives in this city, there is still his family.

Curator Jin did give Zhong Yi a salary - since he entered the gym at the age of six, 12 a year, and now a total of [-], which is stored in the bank card and secretly given to Zhong Yi behind his wife's back.

"Where is the capital? It costs dozens of dollars to eat a bowl of noodles. You are here to study, not to work. If you don't have enough money, ask me if you want it. Don't embarrass us."

Of course Zhong Yi didn't want it, and after several times of refusal, Curator Jin got angry and kicked him in the hollow of his knee, grabbed his collar and handed him the card.

"It's been a long time since I cleaned you up, right? The wings are hard! The curator tells you to take it, but you dare not take it? Let me tell you, the curator can earn back this little money in a month!"

So this month, cucumbers are served with white porridge in the hall, the air conditioner is never turned on when the students are not here, and the fans are turned on at regular intervals...

It was really unbearably hot, and when the gate was opened, all of them were driven out to the shopping mall to blow up the free air conditioner.

Zhong Yi sighed, how could he tell the curator in a low-key and natural way that not only was he not short of money, but he also had a boyfriend who had nothing but money?

This is a tough question.

What's more, I haven't contacted this super rich boyfriend for more than ten days.

Alas, the love of Buddhism, the sigh of Buddhism every day.

Two days later, the boyfriend's mother also came to see Zhong Yi.

Shen's mother called Zhong Yi and asked about Zhong Yi's arrangement, saying that she would go to Beijing with him.

"Xifeng should fly directly from Myanmar to Beijing on the 4th. I will clean up his house first. We have a house in Beijing, do you know? If you don't want to live in a dormitory in the future, you can live with us. I will stay in Beijing to take care of Xifeng of."

Zhong Yi wanted to answer: Auntie, not only do I know, but also the real estate certificate of the house. It has been kept here for several months, and I have been worried about losing it. Why don't you take it back?

But Zhong Yi didn't dare to say anything, so he could only make a date and flight to Beijing with his boyfriend's mother.

After politely and violently rejecting the malicious intentions of the curator going to the airport to pull a banner to bid farewell, Zhong Yi pushed her luggage and met Shen's mother at the airport.

In the VIP lounge of the airport, Shen's mother pulled Zhong Yi to ask things and said a lot, and then said with emotion: "I don't know what kind of blessing Xifeng has accumulated, but I can invite the provincial champion to give him extra lessons. It's a good thing for that The kid's remedial lessons didn't hinder your study, it doesn't matter whether he passed the exam or not, it would be a pity if your grades were affected."

Zhong Yi is already very familiar with Shen's mother's elbow-out behavior.

He skipped this and asked a question that he was very concerned about: "Auntie, have you received any calls or messages from Xifeng recently?"

"No!" Shen's mother shook her head, "Since this child went to Myanmar in mid-August, he first said that the signal in the mountainous area was not good, and then there was no news at all. Xiao Cheng called me a few days ago and said I came to look for you when West Wind returned to Beijing on the 4th."

Shen's mother didn't contact her either.

Zhong Yi's heart sank a little, but he still kept a smile on his face.

There are six more days, see you in Beijing.