After transmigrating the book, I will fry cp with the protagonist

When Yunchu brought him home, Xie Yun couldn't help it anymore, and his eyes began to blur.

Yun Chu worked hard to carry him into the master bedroom, put the quilt on the bed, and planned to sleep in the guest bedroom for the night by himself.

Before leaving, Xie Yun started to make a fuss again, grabbing Yun Chu's clothes to prevent him from leaving.

Yun Chu had no choice but to turn around and coax him: "Xiao Yun, go to sleep."

Xie Yun shook his head firmly.

Even though he was so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open, Xie Yun was still obsessed with sleeping with his wife, so he half sat up and pulled the buttons of Yunchu's clothes.

Maybe because he felt that the person was too tall for Xie Yun to reach, so he pulled him hard onto the bed.

Yun Chu never defended against him, but after being pulled by him like this, he couldn't stand still and followed his strength to lie down on the bed.

The black-haired beauty in white was lying on the bed, her eyes were dark, two buttons were undone on her collar, revealing her cold white skin and sunken collarbone. She had an extremely cold face, but she was forced to show a bit of it. want.

Xie Yun's eyes were hot, he leaned forward and gently kissed the beauty's red lips.

The movements are green and clumsy.

Yun Chu's face turned red with a "boom".

He hurriedly pushed the people away and ran out by himself.

Xie Yun stared at the closed door in confusion for a while, but Yun Chu didn't come back for a long time, yawned, rolled up the quilt and went to sleep by himself.

The film king of Yunda went to the bathroom to take a cold shower in the early morning of winter, and then went to the balcony to smoke while thinking about life.

After the smell of cigarettes on his body was almost gone, he turned the doorknob of the master bedroom and tucked in the quilt for the heartless sleeper.

Xie Yun was in a daze, as if he had sensed that his daughter-in-law had returned, so he pulled his hand out of the quilt, and pulled Yun Chu to prevent him from leaving.

Xie Yun slept soundly. During the day, his peach blossom eyes were quietly closed. He was not as seductive as usual, and his whole person seemed much more supple.

Yun Chu decided to look at his flushed sleeping face for a while, then went to the other side of the bed and lay down on it, covering him with a quilt.

The bed in the bedroom is very big, it is not a problem to sleep two adult men, and there is even a gap wide enough for one person.

After a while, Xie Yun sensed the heat source next to him, and rolled over with the quilt in his arms.

Yun Chu was sleeping soundly, suddenly a soft mass rolled over in his arms.

Rubbing in his arms.

Yun Chu opened his eyes, smiled wryly, and hugged him tighter.

Xie Yun was satisfied, and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Xie Yun was woken up by the ringtone of a call that reminded him of his death.

Xie Yun slept late last night, and was drunk again. He had a splitting headache after being quarreled with, and took out his mobile phone from the bed with the feeling of wanting to have three hundred rounds with the National People's Congress. He said in a very irritable tone, "Hello?"

What's up?Dare to say that there is no father to immediately go down the phone line and beat you to death.

The person opposite was obviously more irritable than him: "Xie Yun! What did you do yesterday?!"

Xie Yun was awakened by the roar, and stared at the phone screen for two or three seconds before making sure that it was Qi Yue.

When did Qi Yue change from mourning wind to violent wind?

It took him another three seconds to think about it before he realized something was wrong.

First of all, this room doesn't look like his.

His room should not be so frigid and windy.

Then there should be no second person lying on his bed.

The second... person?

Xie Yun was greatly frightened. He looked down and saw that it was the cold and ascetic face of Emperor Yunda.

The point is that the clothes are messy.

The opponent's arm was still around his waist, and his other arm was still shamelessly on the other person's body.

The scene was a bit inappropriate for Jinjiang to describe.

What was even more embarrassing was that he seemed to have a reaction that men have in the morning.

To another... man.

Xie Yun felt that his three views were a bit blown.

He ignored the phone in his hand, put on his clothes and ran out in a hurry.

After Xie Yun left, the person who had been motionless on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Xie Yun wrapped himself up tightly, squatted on the ground waiting for a taxi, and fell into deep self-doubt.

Qi Yue saw that he hadn't responded for such a long time, so he had already given up treatment for him, hung up the phone and continued to go to crisis public relations, and didn't want to pay attention to the artist's fragile three views.

He had never seen any agent who was still busy with work in New Year's Eve!As far as the manager friends he knows, one counts as one, and they all took the big red envelopes and dragged their families out on vacation!

The more I am wronged, but the less I say QAQ

Xie Xi has been busy for a year, and finally took a vacation to celebrate the New Year with his family. As soon as he turned on the TV, he saw his incompetent younger brother appear on the first-hand entertainment news in the morning.

"It is reported that in the early hours of this morning, a certain Xiao Xianrou surnamed Xie and actor surnamed Yun appeared at the gate of the mansion together. The two described being intimate and entered the gate together...The reporter of this TV station did not continue to follow up based on the principle of respecting the artist's right to privacy."

Then I deliberately chose a photo where the figures of the two people could be clearly seen under the streetlight and posted it, and I also typed a code that still half-hidden my face while holding a pipa.

Fan: ...Fuck, you really respect your privacy.

Xie Xi: ...

He turned off the TV blankly.

The younger brother went to sleep at someone else's house at night, and lied to him that it was a crew dinner.

Director Xie felt that his dignity as an older brother had been challenged.

At the same time, I also feel that some people who want to eat young grass should stop it.

Lu Cheng woke up early in the morning and saw the news, spewed out a mouthful of soy milk, and immediately called the people in the studio, with a serious tone: "Hey, I'm Lu Cheng! Stop what you're doing! Say it again, stop everything!" ! Then it’s a holiday! You can all go home for the New Year!”

Director Lu had a good time early in the morning, but since everyone was getting their wages from him, he still stopped what they were doing.

The person in charge of editing looked at the theme song MV that had been debugged all night in his hand, feeling a little distressed, and discussed with Lu Cheng: "The theme song MV is already done, and it's just about to be put on the official blog. Get off work after posting?"

This is what Lu Cheng was afraid of, so he quickly held down the other party's hand through the phone: "You all listen to me, there is no need to discuss this matter."

The person in charge of editing wanted to fight for it again. After all, it was originally agreed to release the MV a few years ago to maintain the popularity. After the new year, everyone forgot that this show still exists: "But..."

Lu Cheng said indifferently: "Why don't you do it."

? ? ?Did Director Lu suddenly fall ill?

People who are directors are always more or less dramatic, and they understand.

Several people in the studio looked at each other for a while, and finally someone suggested: "How about we have breakfast?"

This proposal was unanimously approved.

By the way, I took away the sugar that Lu Cheng bought again.

Anyway, Director Lu was thinking about something. Since they said they were on vacation, it was more important to go back to spend time with their boyfriends and girlfriends. At worst, it would be more enjoyable to go back and stare at their own dog than to work.

Lu Cheng hung up the phone and bit off a fritter in grief.

Why do these two make trouble for him every time he wants to make some publicity?

The author has something to say: I heard that someone wanted to see my fraudulent corpse?