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Wen Jiu also hit the spot, the program group's meeting didn't start until 04:30, and it was already [-]:[-] when Bao Chan returned home, and he received a call from an unknown number on the way.

"Hello?" Baochan didn't take it seriously, thinking it was an advertisement.

"Hello," said a generous voice on the other side, "is this Teacher Baochan?"

Baochan is not used to being called a teacher: "You are..."

"My surname is Cha," the other party introduced himself, "I belong to the Municipal Theater Troupe."

Baochan reacted, he didn't know the city troupe's surname Cha.

"My father is a friend of Mr. Han Wenshan." The other party was very polite, "I have heard of Mr. Bao's play."

The surname is Cha, Brother Han... Baochan remembered that he was the former head of the city theater troupe, and the old man who recommended Han Wenshan to Ruyizhou to watch a play: "Hello! Is Mr. Cha still in good health?"

"He's tough," the voice revealed. The other party was about 50 to [-] years old, and there was an official air in his words. "At noon, I had dinner in the small cafeteria of the theater troupe. Teacher Bao's official book was broadcast on TV. He was full of praise."

Bao Chan said modestly: "Where..."

"Teacher Bao," the other party went straight to the point, "The City Troupe will be performing an excerpt at the Grand Theater next weekend. I'm missing an axe. Do you have time?"

Bao Chan was stunned, he was invited to participate in the performance: "You...are you joking?"

"I'm doing business in the city troupe, and I never joke about performances."

It turned out that he was a leader, but Baochan didn't understand: "Why did you find me?"

In the orthodox Beijing opera circle, the city troupe is unattainable. He once killed Ying Xiaonong, who had a high self-esteem, and he was just the head of a small private troupe. How could He De be valued by such a "big troupe" .

Sure enough, there was silence on the phone.

Baochan can guess it, he goes on TV in the morning, and throws an olive branch over in the evening, it's just a three-second teaser, when did the city troupe become so snobbish?

"Because you were on TV." Unexpectedly, the other party directly admitted.

For a moment, Baochan tensed his face.

"There are so many young actors in the professional troupe, but few of them have been on TV," said the other party. "And I checked the Internet, and you are very influential among young people recently."

Baochan's voice cooled down: "Teacher Cha..."

"Teacher Bao," the other party said first, "The audience of traditional operas is losing, from Peking opera to local operas, and no one is spared." He stated the facts, but there was a kind of pleading, "You have enthusiasm and fans, I would like to invite you Help Beijing opera to bring young people back, even if there is only one person."

Bao Chan blinked slowly, his words coincided with his own thoughts.

"One more audience entering the theater is meaningful to the survival and development of Peking Opera," the leader Xiaocha said somewhat desolately and heartbrokenly, "The times have changed, we don't go to the audience, do we wait for the audience to come to us?"

Yes, that's why Baozhan ventured into the entertainment circle regardless of everything, so he bit the bullet and did a live broadcast on Fenghuolun. Today's call from the City Theater Troupe was to some extent a response to his silent efforts.

"In terms of remuneration," the other party knew Ruyizhou's size and Baochan's worth, "may not meet your requirements, but we will try our best..."

"I don't want a reward," Baochan said at this moment, "Mr. Cha, next weekend at the Grand Theater, I will bring all the actors from Ruyizhou to help you out."

With a sharp tone and a straightforward statement, the phone was silent again, and the two people, who were 20 years apart and had never even met each other, cherished each other for a moment: "Okay, Teacher Bao, I will formally give it to you tomorrow, oh no, I will give it to Ruyi." Zhou Theater Troupe issued an invitation letter and look forward to having an interview with you."

"Okay." Baozhan responded generously.

He said "thank you" and hung up the phone.

Holding the phone, Baochan couldn't calm down. They Ruyizhou and the city troupe were about to stand on the same stage. In the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.Ying Xiaonong once said that it is not a skill to stay away from the city, but to be able to cooperate side by side. The original unrealistic fantasy, step by step, has actually come true.

When he got home, he couldn't wait to share the news with Kuang Zheng: "Brother!"

The lights in the room were dark, as if no one had come back: "Brother?"

Baochan changed his shoes and found the second floor from the first floor. He was the only one in the big house.

Standing under the porch lamp, he looked at the lonely mountain road outside the window. The growing night magnified his sense of loss. He lowered his head, and suddenly a chest came up behind him, hugging him tightly.

Baochan was startled, turned around, and what was waiting for him were hot lips, impatient teeth, and heat. He half-closed his eyes, had no time to think, saw nothing clearly, and heard a hoarse voice next to his ear. Ask: "Surprise?"

It was Kuangzheng, wearing only a pair of silk pajamas, with a strong musky scent on his body, Baochan became excited, put his hands on his shoulders, and responded with an indistinct hum.

Today's kiss was extremely sticky, and Su Debao was a little overwhelmed. He shrank his shoulders and backed away, and when he hit the wall, Kuangzheng pushed him up hard, took a breath, and said, "Fucking want to I'm dead."

He really thought hard, thinking about Baochan's hair, fingertips, the slightly upturned shape of his mouth, and his clear eyes, but what made him so fierce was the bullet that shot into the car window, and it was the chaebol family. The intimidation and humiliation of him was unprecedented uselessness and frustration, and he admitted defeat.

He is just a private bank, Party B who obeys orders, why should he fight with the actual controller of the listed group?

So he backed out from Duan's house with his tail between his legs.

"Brother..." Baochan leaned against the wall and twisted his chest. In response to his rough kiss, he took the initiative to peel off his pajamas. The silk fabric slid down against his sweaty muscles. Baochan glanced down, but he didn't see anything. wear.

Kuangzheng's hand came in, and in the suit, he pinched his cock through a thin layer of shirt, Baochan was ticklish, so he dodged for a while, and in the next second, that hand landed on his cock, covering it, Knead vigorously.

"Mmm..." This feeling is weird, Bao Chan tightened his grip on his cock, remembering Wen Jiuye's words, saying that he lacks masculinity, "Wait a minute..."

"Huh?" Kuang Zheng lay on his cock, sucking the smell from his shirt.

"You said..." Baochan swallowed, "You always touch my cock like this, have I become a mother?"

What the hell?Kuang Zheng licked his lips and raised his head.

Baochan muttered: "There is no masculinity."

Kuang Zheng scratched his hair: "Who said that?"

"No one..." Baochan hesitated, "It's just... I'm with you, I seem to be becoming more and more like a big girl, and I'm no longer a man."

Kuang Zheng asked honestly, "Have you been a man?"

Baochan raised his hand and gave him a slap, hitting his chest muscle with a slap.

Kuangzheng smiled, hugged him again, tilted his head and pecked his cheek, then reached his temples and ears, suddenly called out in a low voice: "Husband," and then asked, "Are you manly?"

The person in the arms didn't move, Kuangzheng lifted his chin, the light of the corridor lamp was very dim, but Baochan could be seen blushing, shyly pursing his lips, leaning on his shoulder in embarrassment.

Kuang Zheng didn't expect him to have such a reaction, so he called again maliciously: "Husband?"

Baochan's demeanor was indescribable, he was enjoying himself, but also very shy, like a bouncing kitten whose belly was rubbed, rolling on the ground with its feet up, so painful.

"Husband..." Kuang Zheng liked him like this, lowering his eyes sexyly, "I want to kiss."

The hairs all over Baochan's body suddenly stood up, he subconsciously pushed him, Kuangzheng hugged him stickily, pouted, and acted shamelessly: "Tweet."

He said "kiss" and "jiujiu", those kisses were so hot and relentless that Baochan tensed his body and trembling, took off his suit, when the phone rang in his pocket, he took it out , was grabbed by Kuang Zheng and thrown on the windowsill.

Shirts, belts, and xx fell to the ground one by one. During this time, the ringing continued. Bao Chan turned around with a frown, and it was Lan Tian who called. He picked up the phone: "Sister Lan..."

There was a sentence at the beginning: "What are you doing in Wen Jiuye's room!"

Baochan was stunned, and was holding his cock from behind and pressing him up, pressing him on the window sill, sucking the small bone behind his cock, and calling out in a breathless voice: "Husband..."

"Okay," Lan Tian said in a bad tone, "It's already like this, don't show your face for a few days, and I'll contact you again."

Baochan didn't say a word, the phone was disconnected, he felt something was wrong, he clicked on Weibo, sure enough, his and Wen Jiuye's names were listed on the trending search.

A picture broke the news. He didn't read the text, but just stared at the pictures. They were secretly photographed from the building opposite the Grand Hyatt. The first few curtains were wide open, revealing his precious face. Starting from the third picture, Wen Jiu He also appeared, first touched his hand, gave him cigarettes, then Baochan turned around and approached, Wen Jiu also pinched his face.

Bao Chan was completely stunned, as if he was caught on the spot doing something ugly, covered in cold sweat from head to toe, but he and Wen Jiu obviously didn't have that kind of relationship... The phone was suddenly held from behind, and Kuang Zheng stared at the screen with a dark face The two people, Wen Tianwang who is naked, and Boss Bao who is talking and laughing, seem so close.

Bao Chan wanted to explain, it wasn't touching hands, it was Wen Jiu who didn't let him open the curtains, and he didn't lean on him, they were just talking about skin, Wen Jiu also pinched him, it had nothing to do with ambiguity .

"When did you become so good?" Kuang Zheng asked.

"Brother, it's not like in the photo, I'm going to give him something..." Halfway through Bao Chan's words, the phone rang again, and the name "Wen Jiu Ye" appeared on the screen.

Bao Chan was about to push it down when he saw it, but Kuang Zheng avoided him, connected the phone, and turned on the speaker with a blank expression.

"Hi, me." Wen Jiu's voice sounded in the dimly lit room.

Kuang Zheng stared back at Bao Chan, as if blaming him for letting another man speak to him in such a familiar tone.

"Precious flowers?"

Baochan panicked, and responded dully: "I... am here."

The other side sighed: "It's for me, and it hurts you."

Bao Chan didn't make a sound.

"Don't be afraid," Wen Jiu immediately comforted, "Nothing happened, it will stop in two days."

Baochan didn't think too much about it, he was afraid that Kuangzheng would be unhappy right now.

"It's all my fucking fault," Wen Jiu was annoyed, "I shouldn't have recruited you in the first place, getting involved with someone like me really hurt you..."

"How did you recruit him?" Kuang Zheng said suddenly.

The phone fell silent immediately.

Here Kuangzheng did not speak, waiting for his answer.

After a long time, Wen Jiu also uttered a sentence: "Fuck..."

"I am Kuang Zheng."

"Fuck!" Wen Jiu also guessed, and also guessed their relationship, Bao Chan's same-sex scandal was actually not wronged at all, "I'm wronged!"