msmithbooks Chapter 20 Chapter 20
Chapter 20 Chapter 20
Cen Yuan has plausible words, he is very precious, and there is no one in the whole world who is more beautiful than himself, he is a scarce resource, understand?
Wei Zhao seemed to understand, but looked at his delicate and picturesque face, it was indeed a very beautiful face.
This back and forth wasted a lot of time, Wei Zhao withdrew his mind, opened the door and walked into the apartment.
It was pitch black in front of my eyes, and I could see a few ray of light indistinctly, but it was too faint, and there was only shallow breathing and a few gasps in my ears, other than that, there was no noise.
But this is the biggest noise, that person didn't leave,
Cen Yuan is going crazy!
He held his breath, the hand holding the brick was sweating nervously, the palm was sticky, the voice was intermittent, and he became more and more anxious, eager to know who it was?
"Snapped!"
There was a sudden light in front of his eyes, and the glaring white light illuminated the entire apartment. Cen Yuan squinted subconsciously, squeezed out a few physiological tears and wiped them away, so he could see clearly.
There was a man standing next to the small coffee table in the living room of his apartment, with an ordinary face. Wei Zhao turned pale after just one glance, because the man took off his pants and was facing a photo frame placed on the coffee table— - Hush!
"Fuck!"
There was a roar from behind, and the brick in Cen Yuan's hand had already been thrown towards the man, and the glass coffee table was smashed to pieces with a "bang bang", Cen Yuan had never encountered such a disgusting thing in all these years of life.
The photo frame was facing away from Wei Zhao, he didn't know it, but Cen Yuan knew it well, it was his favorite selfie, and even masturbating in front of his photo, Cen Yuan was so disgusted that he was about to throw up.
The splash of the perverted wretched man just happened to be splashed by glass shards. The thing was so fragile that it immediately rolled all over the floor of the apartment. Cen Yuan rushed up furiously, and slapped his feet hard, screaming fiercely Instantly resounded throughout the apartment building.
He wanted to mend a few feet, but was stopped by Wei Zhao with a dark face, and Cen Yuan looked at his photo frame covered with unknown white liquid with a white face, his stomach churned violently, and the nausea under strong pressure came back again.
"Ugh~" He bent over and vomited, but unfortunately his stomach was empty and he couldn't vomit anything, instead he felt uncomfortable, and his eye circles were red.
The perverted wretched man heard his voice, endured the pain and confessed, "Cen Yuan, I love you so much, stay with me, I—"
Wei Zhao couldn't bear it any longer, so he hit him with a slap in the face, the man was in so much pain that he fell to the ground moaning, the whole room smelled like that, especially with such a disgusting person thing.
Wei Zhao helped Cen Yuan out, and saw that he was retching and his eyes were red.
I feel very uncomfortable.
After Cen Yuan came out, he could no longer smell that smell, so he felt that he had survived.
"What should we do now?"
Cen Yuan asked him, if he had to say it, it would not be too much to abolish that man's descendants, but Wei Zhao stopped him, there must be some tricks behind him.
Sure enough, when Wei Zhao took out his mobile phone to make a call, it turned out to be the police station, Cen Yuan twitched his mouth, and said, "I'm going to call the police if I have something to do."
The powerful and influential bigwigs in his world entertainment industry are all gangsters. Unknowingly, even a clean and serious entertainer like Cen Yuan has become a bit of a bandit. The first thought just now It turned out to be a cruel thing to drag people out to pour cement, so he quickly dismissed the idea.
When the police arrived to take the man away, He Fei, who was notified by Cen Yuan, also dared to arrive.
Hearing about this kind of thing, his three views were broken. After realizing it, he hurriedly asked Cen Yuan for his warmth. Considering the reality, the apartment was no longer liveable. He went home, but was cut off by Wei Zhao halfway.
"Mr. Wei, this is not very good, I'd better not bother you, and let me take care of Xiaoyuan."
Wei Zhao smiled, with a gentle attitude and appropriate tone, but what he said surprised He Fei, he said: "A Yuan and I are lovers now, and it is natural for him to live in my house, and so many things happened today. You see, A Yuan is terrified, what if the rest is not good and the work is delayed?"
He Fei followed his words to look at Cen Yuan, indeed, his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he looked sleepy, which made He Fei feel a little worried again.
After a long while, he let out a sigh of resignation, and agreed: "Let's do this first. Xiaoyuan has to work tomorrow. Can Mr. Wei send me the address? I will pick him up on Monday."
"Yes." Wei Zhao readily agreed to him, and within a few minutes, Cen Yuan's ownership was completely settled.
Wei Zhao used to be a film star, the object of everyone's pursuit. His house has always been hidden and unknown to the outside world. Now, Cen Yuan has actually become a guest of this house. He has been in the entertainment industry for several months, and Cen Yuan knows him. I can't help but feel a little excited.
He was full of anticipation, and he arrived at his destination in a blink of an eye.
The car drove into a villa area, and Cen Yuan knew that it was Huaiyuan, the best villa group in Yanjing. According to comprehensive estimates by industry insiders, the real estate here is worth hundreds of millions, and it was developed by the real estate giant Huaiyuan Group. Either rich or expensive, I heard that there are several high-ranking officials.
As soon as he entered, it was really different. Cen Yuan had never seen such a high-end configuration, but he was very calm. If he could get a villa in exchange for excitement, he would have screamed ah ah a long time ago. Now, think carefully Think about how to live in the future.
[Living together as soon as the relationship is established, are they developing too fast? 】
[What should I do if my boyfriend asks me to do some unharmonious things? 】
[Which brand of lubricating oil is easy to use, I heard that it hurts the first time. 】
Cen Yuan swiped the screen frantically in his heart, and started to run the train in his mind, www——
The two got out of the car and stopped in front of a villa. Cen Yuan swallowed, and involuntarily grabbed Wei Zhao's hand, allowing him to lead him in.
After staying in his small apartment of [-] square meters for a long time, Cen Yuan suddenly felt a little helpless when he saw such a spacious villa.
The servant Wang Ma was waiting by the side, and couldn't help taking a peek at the young man next to Wei Zhao. He was really handsome, and looked tender, like a half-grown boy, with a straight waist, which was the first time for her Seeing a boy who was not compared to his young master.
Wang Ma has served Wei Zhao for more than ten years, and has been with him since he moved out of the house. She is kind and kind, and she can be regarded as an old man who watched Cen Yuan grow up.
Although the villa is quite big, there are not many servants. Wang Ma is the cook, and there are two or three helpers under her command. The villa will be cleaned every week, and the days are very leisurely.
Although Cen Yuan didn't bring anything, Wei Zhao has everything here, and he has already ordered his servants to buy clothes and the like that he didn't have.
The only problem is the room. Apart from Wei Zhao, he has never brought guests to stay in this house. The guest room has been vacant all the time. Even if someone cleans it regularly, it is temporarily unoccupied. That is to say, there is no room for people in such a big house. house.
This is awkward.
Cen Yuan sat on a chair and played with his mobile phone. Despite his serious appearance, his ears were already pricked up, and he wanted to hear what Wei Zhao would do.
In his heart, Cen Yuanxiang was actually interested in Wei Zhao's bedroom, but he knew that this was impossible when he thought about it with the strands of his hair. He curled his lips, and the villain on the phone screen fell to the ground with a bang, and he was killed by his opponent.
Wei Zhao looked at Cen Yuan. Looking down from his angle, he could see the hair on Cen Yuan's head. It might have been messed up by the wind, and a small dull hair stood up. It was cute and wanted to be rubbed. .
He stretched out his hand to stroke Cen Yuan's hair, his fingers were gentle, Cen Yuan was startled by his sudden movement, looked at him ignorantly, his dark pupils shone with light.
"What are you doing?"
For some reason, Wei Zhao suddenly felt suffocated, pinched the bow tie with his other free hand, and pulled it casually, revealing the white underwear, which was a little hot.
He waved Wang Ma back and had an idea in his mind, "A Yuan, will you sleep in my bedroom tonight?"
The expression on Cen Yuan's face froze, and he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He touched the tip of his nose pretending to be casual, "It's up to you."
He was excited and nervous, so he was sitting now, otherwise he might have forgotten how to walk.
From third base to home plate, this speed is a bit fast, but Cen Yuan was so happy that he went crazy, took out his mobile phone, and secretly took pictures of himself with a black screen, very good, still so beautiful and prosperous.
In a blink of an eye it was bedtime.
As a guest and boyfriend who came into the room, Cen Yuan sat on the bed excitedly, listening to the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, he pulled the sheets with his hands, and looked at his boyfriend's bedroom, which was very big and spacious.
One bedroom is worth four or five apartments, especially the bed under him, which is so big and boundless, soft and fluffy, enough for him to roll on the bed wantonly.
The decoration is a typical gray-blue cool color, high-grade texture, everything on the bedside table is neatly placed, one can tell that the owner is a self-disciplined mature man, in fact, he is not bad, just lazy...
Cen Yuan praised himself against his conscience.
The door of the bathroom was suddenly opened, Cen Yuan's heart skipped a beat, he missed a beat, and looked up.
The man was impeccably handsome, with broad shoulders and long legs, and eight-pack abs. Unfortunately, he couldn't see it underneath. Cen Yuan silently recalled the cannon he saw that day in his mind, and his ears were slightly red.
He lowered his head slowly, looking very cute, like a little white rabbit, but in fact his mind was filled with mosaics, a pile of yellow waste, as if he was looking at his boyfriend naked!
Wei Zhao didn't seem to notice his abnormality, and sat opposite him very calmly, "It's time for you to take a shower."
Cen Yuan gave him a reluctant look, and ran into the bathroom slowly.
The innocent eyebrows and eyes were instantly tainted with spring, he smiled evilly, and the tip of his bright red tongue rolled and swayed on his red lips, like a demon.
888 was taken aback by him, but looked at the person concerned with a look of indifference, and quickly asked: "Host, are you poisoned?"
Cen Yuan turned on the shower, steaming hot water poured down, and soon a large cloud of water vapor formed in the bathroom, the white mist fumigated his body, and a faint peach pink appeared on his skin.
Cen Yuan squinted his eyes to enjoy the comfort of the water, and told 888: "It's not sick, but thirsty." Hungry and thirsty...
After soloing for decades, he finally found a partner. He had to cherish it, but his boyfriend didn't seem to like him that much, Cen Yuan muttered to himself.
He could see clearly that Wei Zhao had a good impression of him now at most, not even liking him enough. Speaking of which, the two of them were pretty much the same, but they didn't really like each other much, it was just the right time.
Cen Yuan only thought it was a love game, and when he got tired of playing it, he would leave. He didn't know that Wei Zhao was in love with him for the purpose of his whole life, otherwise, he would have scared away long ago.
Don't look at how excited he was in the past, it was all temporary, otherwise he had been in the circle for so many years in his last life, and the people who liked him would have all gone abroad, and he had never found a partner.
One is that he is too demanding, and the other is that he does not want to.
"The thorn birds only land once in their lives, and that is when they die." Cen Yuan said with a sigh.
888 was stunned by his sudden words, "I can't see that you still have a second-grade illness?"
Cen Yuan remained silent.
He seems to be a simple person, but in fact he is just too lazy to use his brain. Not only does he have a lot of problems, but he also has a fickle and bad personality. It's all because of his outstanding face, and he doesn't know how many ordinary people he has deceived.
Cen Yuan expressed helplessness about this, whoever let God give him such a face, it is God's will.
Cen Yuan washed his whole body so that it was fragrant, white and tender. A person like him can fascinate a large group of people even if he wears a torn sack, let alone the high-end pajamas bought by a servant.
Cen Yuan put it on, the pajamas were just the right size, neither long nor short, revealing a pair of fair and long legs.
Apart from the waist, what he is most proud of is his legs. They are long and straight. He was once called "Leg Playing Year" by fans for a year. At that time, Cen Yuan didn't care, but now he realizes the benefits of these long legs. .
He intentionally tucked down a section of his pajamas, his white legs were glaringly white under the light.
He felt his mouth go dry just looking at it.
Cen Yuan came out carelessly like this. Seeing him like this, Wei Zhao couldn't sit still anymore, so he handed him a hair dryer and a towel, which meant clearly to let him wipe his hair clean.
When Cen Yuan came out, he just wiped two handfuls of hair indiscriminately, and now the water that was not wiped off has flowed out, and the neckline has been soaked.
Cen Yuan pulled the neckline wider and wider, exposing half of his shoulders, but refused to pick up his things.
He hooked his lips into a smile and said, "My hands hurt and I don't want to wipe them."
Nonsense!
Wei Zhao could see clearly, where the pain in the hand was, it was just that he was lazy again. The person opposite him couldn't hit him, and he couldn't force him, so he could only resign himself to his fate and walk behind Cen Yuan, "Sit down, and I'll take your place." wipe."
Cen Yuan in front of him smiled, with triumphant smiles in the corners of his eyes and brows, Bingo, that's what I want, I won't let you brush my hair, but how can I coax you into bed?
Cen Yuan is not reconciled to the two of them just chatting under the quilt, how can they complete the great harmony of life without doing some loving sports in the long night.