Still warm

In late May, Wen Ling finally had time for vacation, and Yu Ning accompanied him to eat, drink, soak in hot springs, and even went to see the art exhibition.This was originally an unplanned arrangement. When passing by, Yu Ning remembered the artistic pursuit of popular idols and mentioned it: "Let's go in and have a look."

The last time I had the idea to write was when the two reconciled, Wen Ling thought of what he said at the time, and said, "Okay."

People in the hall of the exhibition flow like streams of water. When you come to the works in person, the visual impact is far greater than looking at pictures on the Internet. You can slowly experience each painting and feel more real.

Yu Ning walked forward, Wen Ling was still looking at a portrait of a character, and the two separated some distance.In fact, the person in the painting is not very beautiful, nor is it a masterpiece, and it is not outstanding in the whole exhibition, but there is a strange attraction that makes him stop for half a minute longer.

"Do you like this painting?"

Wen Ling turned his face to the side and saw a tall and handsome man with a playful air, "I don't really like it..."

"This painting looks messy, and the people are not beautiful." The other party's eyes moved from him to the painting, "either the model is too ugly or the artist can't paint."

Although Wen Ling is not a professional, he always feels uncomfortable when he hears the slander of paintings from other people: "Just because you can't appreciate a painting doesn't mean it's useless. In my opinion, this painting is very special. The author didn't intentionally Covering up the flaws on the faces of the characters, even digging out negative emotions and expressing them in the works...he must have his own ideas."

"...Thank you for your appreciation," the other party stretched out a hand with sharp bones, and his tone was not without frivolity, "It gave me more views and confidence in my works."

In Wen Ling's eyes, the other party's smile was also a bit frivolous, and he shook it out of politeness, but the man squeezed his hand: "You are very beautiful...can you tell me your name."

"No."

Hearing that Wen Ling withdrew his hand, just when Yu Ning turned around to look for him, he held his boyfriend's hand firmly, and the eyes that looked at the prey really retracted.Yu Ning noticed that his mood had changed, so he nodded and asked, "Someone you know?"

Wen Ling felt a little depressed, the weird painting...

"Odd people."

The night is low, the starry sky is full of eyebrows and a thin moon, and the two of them are soaking in the hot spring pool, which is a different kind of romance.After spending most of my energy during the day, the lukewarm spring water soothes me a lot, making me feel more relaxed physically and mentally.When he closed his eyes, Yu Ning felt a hand on his leg, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a bright blush on Wen Ling's cheeks.

"I think……"

"……it is good."

Wen Ling had already kissed Yu Ning's lips when he returned to the room. This man who is always gentle and gentle is always in no hurry to do anything with him. His original strength seems to have been worn away. Always cherish and sensibly take a sip and let it go.

... He wanted this man to lose his restraint even more.

When the skin and flesh were pressed together, Wen Ling was already a little emotional. Her boyfriend pressed on him and kissed him, rubbing his buttocks with one hand, and lingering on his lower abdomen with the other, "You are so soft... …not a single muscle."

The big star blew up on the spot, and when he was about to explode, Yu Ning had already stretched out his hands to relieve him... and fooled him again.

·

Wen Ling, who came back from his vacation, looked much better. He Yu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, pinched his face and smiled, "Are you coming back from your honeymoon? Why don't you have such an obvious look of spring?"

"Vacation is something that makes people happy physically and mentally," Wen Ling pushed aside his bangs, "No fans, no job...you can do whatever you want, of course you're happy."

Xiao He next to him suddenly interjected, "...are you happy?"

Wen Ling drank half of the water and almost didn't spit it out. Why can Xiao Miao always say certain things calmly? He always takes a long time to fight with Yu Ning... No wonder people like Mr. Zhuang can't let him go , "It's still, it's still..."

Seeing his reaction like this, Xiao He clicked his tongue, "Xiao Wen, you can't do this."

Scarlet immediately climbed up to his cheeks along the side of his neck, with embarrassment in his tone, he didn't know what to say: "I think it's okay..."

"It seems that Mr. Yu still has a lot of room for improvement."

While talking and laughing, Xiao He received a call from an unknown person, and only after he picked it up did he realize that it was Zhuang Du's secretary: "Mr. Xiao, I have something to do, please come by."

He didn't make it very clear on the phone. The other party just told him that Mr. Zhuang had encountered some problems and asked him to help out of his old relationship.Xiao He hesitated for a moment. People like Zhuang Du still have problems that cannot be solved, which is probably a bit tricky.

In the end, he was never sorry for him from the beginning to the end—it was good enough for him, and as a benefactor, there was really nothing wrong with it.

He came to the hotel room according to the location given by the other party. When he entered, he felt weird. The secretary gave him a bag, "I just bought it, I don't know if it suits your wishes... The situation is a bit urgent, Mr. Xiao will make it up. "

He closed the door and walked in. Zhuang Du was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his breathing was a little short. Xiao He thought that if he had a physical problem, he should be sent to the hospital, and asking him to do it would not be of much help.He casually put the things on the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed. Zhuang Du probably sensed his movement, and opened his eyes as deep as thick ink, "...you are here."

Such a scene seemed a bit awkward to Xiao He, but he still nodded slightly.Unexpectedly, the other party clenched his hand tightly, and he was crushed under him unpreparedly. Zhuang Du kissed him very hard, but Xiao He couldn't struggle. ...Zhuang Du!"

The person on the body paused for a moment, and used his lower body to tell him his intentions: "...I have encountered a trap, help me."

"No!" Xiao He pushed hard, "You can go to someone else, Pei Hua... anyone!"

Zhuang Du easily resolved all his resistance, "Xiaohe...I only want you."

The gold master bit his earlobe, and Xiao He softened half of his body. They knew each other's sensitivities well, and they couldn't escape each other's deliberate teasing; Can ignite a burning flame... In this battle, no one can lose, and no one can win.

Xiao He was forced to be breathless with tears in his eyes, Zhuang Du played with him in silence, the passion and desire that could not be relieved for many days came and went like waves... almost drowned him in this tide inside.

·

Mr. Jin Zhu can make people miserable when he goes too far. It turned out that he was merciful to his subordinates before. For the first time, Xiao He lay on the bed and couldn't even move a finger.

"Can you take it out?" His voice was broken, and he had to record a song tomorrow, "... there must be a limit to helping."

The expression on Zhuang Du's face had returned to normal. He put his hands around the waist of the man in his arms, and he straightened his hips viciously, and then he did as he wished.Xiao He couldn't speak anymore, he just felt that he had exhausted a lot of energy, and the other party was still sucking on his earlobe and refused to let it go, which made him itch: "Mr. Zhuang... Have you figured out how to repay this favor?"

"Is there anything you want in me, Xiaohe?"

He looked up and only saw the familiar white ceiling and chandelier in the hotel room, "...Did you mean to be in this place..."

Zhuang Du bit his chin, "I was waiting for you in this room seven years ago, and every time I was waiting for you."

Lies... Obviously he has just left and there is a newcomer. Mr. Jin Zhu has been surrounded by the party for many years, so don't care about his cheap intentions, but it is not suitable to talk about this topic, so why not talk about it The price is more cost-effective.

"... Then vote for me next time."

The relationship between the two seems to have taken a new turn. Zhuang Du rarely interfered with Xiao He's resources and work, but now he is twice as wealthy as before, and has people come to show his hospitality all day long. If the person involved was not indifferent, Wen Ling would have almost Thought they had reconciled as before.

The affairs of the [-]th-line artist are nothing, the other party does not appear in front of him, Xiao He is too lazy to care about it, except for the sentence "skills are not as good as others" which makes him feel uncomfortable... Zhuang Du also dismissed the young actor somehow, he was a little bit care.

Unexpectedly, the opportunity to go further came very quickly. When Wen Ling called, he even felt that everything went too smoothly: "Mr. Zhuang...we sent Xiao Miao home, and he asked you to come here to pay back the favor."

He didn't have many opportunities to come to Xiao He's house, and he took advantage of it every time.Wen Ling's expression was complicated, and Zhuang Du looked at the person in front of him. He really had a good-looking appearance, and he didn't look very interesting...it was only suitable for Yu Ning, "Don't look at me like a hooligan, you have to call me Uncle."

"...to be disrespectful to the old."

Wen Ling left this sentence and ran away. He thought it was a little funny.

I don't know how Xiao He got himself into such a mess. His Xiao He never paid attention to others when he was aloof. He always wanted him to coax him with love words and thought he was hypocritical. It is better to make him comfortable and please him. .

Now push him on the sofa, close his eyes and only care about his own pleasure... When has he ever been a real money maker.

"... How long are you going to do it?"

"Shut up," Xiaohe's sweaty back was smooth and sticky, "I...I won't prostitute you for nothing. When it's over, Mr. Zhuang will make...a price."

"Love me. Just as before, with one heart and one mind, regardless of oneself..."

"dream……"

Zhuang Du kissed his soft lips softly, but then deliberately refused to give him, "What good is a hard mouth, Xiaohe?"

... Afterwards, it was found that something was wrong. It was Zhao Yiming who attacked Xiao He, but there was no interaction between them... How did his cousin fall in love with him.I heard that Mr. Zhao held art exhibitions abroad, why did he suddenly have such thoughts on domestic artists.