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In the end, Kuangzheng dragged Baozhang back to the house. The process was terrible, and he was on the verge of ambiguity. He spanked his buttocks and counted his ribs. He went back to the house and closed the door. He lay alone on the big deserted bed. Lost in thought.

Baochan became more and more attached to him, from a little bit of affection that seemed to be there before, to now he is playing small and talking small things, even those eyes seem to be filled with water, with flowing love in them.

In the name of brothers, in this secluded villa, they talked and did what couples would do, and secretly released their repressed desires by bickering and fighting.

What they want is actually something.

But Kuangzheng knows that this kind of thing is too fragile and sensitive, and can only be obtained by pretending to be deaf and dumb. Once it is announced, it will be wiped out in an instant.

That's shameful love between same-sex people.

Kuang Zheng turned around with a frown, rationally telling him to endure, just like the stock price is still at a high level, and it is not yet time to buy the bottom, but emotions and desires are agitating him, making him desperate to take risks and get it.

He has been engaged in finance for ten years, and he has vision and patience, but the temptation of Baochan to him is much greater than the number of hundreds of millions. He feels that the cliff is at his feet, and he will jump off at any time.

That night, Bao Chan washed his face and brushed his teeth, but Kuang Zheng fell asleep sloppily. When he got up the next morning, he rubbed his eye cream angrily in the mirror with a pair of blue eye circles.

Baochan shouted from downstairs: "Brother, it's time to eat!"

That voice was really bright, it came through most of the house, Kuang Zheng raised his eyebrows and ignored him.

"Brother has eaten!" Baochan continued to yell, and it didn't take much effort anyway, "The little buns just out of the pot, brother! The white and tender little buns! Your favorite kind of buns with a meatball!"

Kuang Zheng smiled, and began to scratch his hair with a tense mouth.

"Hurry up, brother!" Baochan persisted, "Your baby brother is so hungry!"

Hearing that he was hungry, Kuang Zheng hurriedly washed his hands, and roared angrily: "Here we come!"

He walked down with the suit he was going to wear today, and saw Baochan sitting at the dining table with his back facing him, with a spoon in one hand and chopsticks in the other. His posture was ready to go, as if when Kuangzheng arrived on the battlefield, he would be swept away.

Sure enough, as soon as Kuangzheng sat down, Baozhan started cooking porridge. The steamed stuffed buns were brought in yesterday’s fresh package. There were only four new products, pork, shrimp and horseshoe stuffing. Baozhan set aside one and left three for Kuangzheng.

"Hey, hey," Kuang Zheng frowned at his piggy-like eating, "eat slowly, you're choking!"

"It's too late..." Baochan puffed his cheeks, feeling that he had slept soundly, his skin was smooth and smooth, "Hurry up too!"

Kuangzheng picked up the bun, took a bite slowly, felt that the taste was not enough, got up to adjust the sauce, Baozhan grabbed his old man's shirt: "Don't be particular," he said anxiously, "Just now Brother Han... Han Wenshan came Call and say that I will bring a few friends to Ruyi Island in the evening, let me prepare well, I am racing against time!"

It's Han Wenshan again, and Kuangzheng is very rebellious about the name now: "What's the call early in the morning?" With a ding, he put the plate back on the table, "Don't worry, take your time, I'll make it to you in a while." One hundred and eight."

"What are you talking about?" Bao said with a downcast face, "You're gone."

Yes, Kuang Zheng realized that his driver's license was still on hold: "I'm really doing it for you," he shook his head, "I'm going to lose my life."

"Hey," Baochan said happily, clamping his feet under the table with his legs, rubbing them together, "I remember it, I will repay you later!"

Kuang Zheng glanced at him with a smile in his eyes, and said nothing more.

The two had a hasty bite, put on a full set of gear and went out. The Maybach was waiting outside on time. The driver, Xiao Hao, opened the door for Baozhan. It took almost an hour to reach Ruyizhou, put down Baohua, and drove towards Yongyun Road.

Baozhan went upstairs to gather everyone, and told about Han Wenshan, the whole group attached great importance to them, Han Wenshan took good care of them, and if he brought friends to the theater, Ruyizhou certainly gave him enough face.

Everyone discussed several plans, and finally decided to use the configuration when the head of the team came to play the front station last time. Chen Rouen's "Dragon Robe" opened, and Sa Shuang's "Yan Ling Jia" followed, followed by Ying Xiaonong's "Overlord" Farewell My Concubine, and finally Baochan came to a section of "Dingjun Mountain", which ended strongly.

The play is set, everyone has a clear idea of ​​what to do, Ying Xiaonong went back to her room, took a small brush to brush Yu Ji's face with water drills, brushed and remembered, Shi Kuoting sprayed it once He didn't know if it would work tonight, so he put his head down, took the red medicine and knocked on the door next door.

There was no one in the room. He listened carefully, but he didn't hear the sound of the huqin. He felt strange, turned around and went upstairs. There was a show at night, and the most likely place for that guy to stay right now was the rehearsal hall on the third floor.

Sure enough, Shi Kuoting was there, but he was not alone. Chen Rouen was with him, leaning on the pole to talk.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The two of them should be walking, and Chen Rouen is carrying a big mineral water bottle.

"It's okay." Shi Kuoting shook his right wrist, "It's much better."

"You put the plaster on yourself?" Chen Rouen laughed at him, "It's so ugly."

Shi Kuoting raised his right hand, and there were two large pieces of adhesive tape on the tiger's mouth and wrist, crumpled and a bit ugly.

Chen Rouen threw the water bottle aside and wanted to touch his hand: "I'll stick it on for you again..."

Shi Kuoting suddenly shrank back, hiding openly, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"No need," he turned his head away, "Master, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not."

Ying Xiaonong watched from outside the door, he was so dazed that he hurt the girl too much, unexpectedly Chen Rouen raised her chin and said fiercely: "What's the matter, do you think this girl is interested in you?"

Shi Kuo Ting pretended to be calm, but actually didn't dare to turn his head.

"Let me tell you," Chen Rou'en raised her chest, looking a bit like a female gangster in the old society, "At that time, my aunt was young and ignorant, so your opa face and dimples confused me!"

Shi Kuoting didn't say anything, she was young, it was two months ago...

"Since I saw Baochu," Chen Rouen said admiringly, "I realized that a man can't just look at his face, he has to look at this place." She pointed to her heart, "The sun, the moon, mountains and rivers can be contained in the chest, that's called charm." !"

Shi Kuoting turned his head back suddenly, looking at her with admiration: "Okay, girl, you're getting older!"

"That's it!" Chen Rouen rolled her eyes coquettishly, "I grew up early, but you didn't realize it!"

"Yes," Shi Kuoting smiled apologetically, "I'll apologize to you."

Chen Rouen gave him a sideways glance: "Come on," she stretched out her hand, "Give me the paw."

"It's really unnecessary," Shi Kuoting smiled, revealing his dimples, "Wait here for me, I'll go change the medicine, and let's go through this Xipiliu Shui again when we come back."

As he said that, he walked out and saw a bottle of something familiar standing alone on the window sill directly opposite the rehearsal hall. He went over and saw that it was Ying Xiaonong's red medicine.

Ying Xiaonong went back to the room and continued to brush her face. A pair of exquisite rhinestone butterflies were painted brightly. At this time, there were footsteps on the stairs, and she went straight in without knocking when she reached the door. It was Shi Kuo Ting, who came to his desk Putting down the red medicine before: "Hey, help me change the medicine."

Ying Xiaonong's brows were raised, with a hibiscus face, a smile that was not a smile: "What are you looking for me for?" He breathed a breath of fairy air on his head, the glass butterfly seemed to be alive, trembling Move your wings, "Let the little girl change it for you."

"Stop talking nonsense," Shi Kuoting knew that he was sloppy, and felt uncomfortable when he seized the opportunity to say a few words without hurting others, "If you don't change it for me, I can't do it at night. Counting your deep work and heavy work that night."

"Yo," Ying Xiaonong lowered his head and stood up straight, "Threat me?"

"How dare you," Shi Kuoting raised his head slightly, looked down at him with his eyelids down, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were exposed again, with a handsome look like the sun, "I have to beg you, ma'am, please spray me." A medicine?"

Ying Xiaonong made him laugh, picked up the red medicine, opened the bottle cap with his thumb, and shook his wrist: "The old plaster is torn." His mouth is like a knife, and his heart is like a bean curd heart. "Take it easy at night."

"I know." Shi Kuoting responded, and in the next second, the cold and hot feeling accompanied by the bitter smell of medicine came again.

One afternoon, everyone was busy with their own work, and after six o'clock, they packed up their things and gathered at the backstage.According to the rules of Liyuanxing, clowns don’t use pens, and no one is allowed to wear makeup. Sa Shuang was the first to finish scribbling his face in the toilet. When he came back, he passed the big window facing the street and shouted, "Come quickly! Treasure place!"

Chen Rouen was drawing her eyebrows, and when he called out, she almost missed it: "What are you kidding me!" She slapped the pen down, snorted angrily, and within two seconds, she also yelled: "Baochu! Baochu, Come on!"

"These bastards," Ying Xiaonong rubbed his temples, went behind Baochan, and moved his chair back, "Let's go, let's go and have a look together."

Baochan got up with a half face of rouge makeup, went out of the house side by side with him, stood still in front of the big window at the end of the corridor, took a look, and was stunned - the small street that usually meets him is now surrounded by all kinds of people. His luxury cars were crammed with dazzling logos, he only recognized Mercedes-Benz and BMW, at least seventeen or eight.

"I'm going to this scene," Sa Shuang was speechless, "Is there a gathering of rich people around here tonight?"

"Quickly see if there is an overbearing president." Chen Rouen leaned against the glass and looked out.

Sa Shuang quickly blocked her: "What are you looking at, who can beat me..."

"Ah!" Chen Rouen suddenly grabbed his arm, trying as hard as she could, "Baochu, it's Boss Han!" She pointed to the person getting off from one of the cars, wearing a dark gray woolen coat Overcoat, with a formal black suit inside, gesticulating to call friends, "It's Chief Han and the others!"

Bao Chan was stunned, his mind went blank, Han Wenshan said he would bring friends, but he thought it was two or three people, looking at the posture in front of him, at least twenty or so big men gathered at the gate of Ruyizhou tonight, surrounded , Waiting to see their play.

There is a window across, so there is a lot of energy in everyone's heart, "Dragon Robe", "Yan Lingjia", "Farewell My Concubine", "Dingjun Mountain", they will win a battle tonight!