MTL - Guardian (Bu Hui Xia Qi)-Chapter 86 Retired Movie Emperor (4)

Thirty-eight degrees nine is really sick.

He Long put the thermometer away, his expression became harder and harder, "Go to the hospital?"

Guan Bowen yawned over his mouth, dragged his blanket, shook his head, "Is there medicine? I'll just cover my sweat. Thank you for your trouble today."

It was so polite ... He Long suddenly felt a little dull and panicked ... Guan Guan's casual attitude was more pleasing to the eye.

He got up and went out.

Guan Bowen apparently froze, then quickly lifted the blanket to get up and chased him, with a strong smile on his face, "This is about to go? Also, it is not a weekend today ... work is busy, cough Hey, thank you today, and invite you to dinner someday. "

"What are you doing?" He Long turned and frowned at him, pointing to the sofa. "Go back and lie down, I didn't say I'm leaving."

"But you ..."

He Long ignored his doubtful gaze, turned and strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, and pulled all the curtains open.

Light suddenly poured in, illuminating a dim room.

Guan Bowen narrowed his eyes a bit uncomfortably, raised his hand to block the light, and opened his mouth to speak, but did not expect a mouth, and a series of coughing sounds came out first.

"Let's lie down." He Long came back and pushed him to the sofa and wrapped it in a blanket. Then he turned to pour water to get medicine.

Guan Bowen lowered his head and covered his mouth, coughing terribly.

Passing the water and medicine, He Long asked again, disapprovingly, "Are you really not going to the hospital?"

"No ... cough, no need." Guan Bowen took a sip of the water, barely restrained the cough, swallowed the medicine, wiped his mouth, and smiled up at him, "What's wrong with going to the hospital for this little problem? Yes, did you eat lunch? I did n’t eat anything and I made something for you. I just did n’t eat it ... I remember He said you like to eat fish, you wait, I went to the kitchen to see ... ”

"You're honest." He Long pressed and sat back when he was ready to get up, poured a glass of water on the coffee table, and took off his coat. "Don't disturb me, I'll make something for you, and sleep after you finish. , Cover your sweat, if you still don't have a fever, I will take you to the hospital. "

Guan Bowen raised an eyebrow. "Will you cook?"

He Long gave him a slight glance, turned his head, and headed for the kitchen.

Guan Bowen looked at his back and touched his chin.

It turns out that Xiaolong still cooks ...

"You are ill and ca n’t eat something too greasy. I ’ll give you a bowl ... What expression did you just have?" He Long turned halfway and suddenly turned around, seeing Guan Bowen's jaw pondering something, frowned.

... It seems that the annoying Guan Yingdi is back in memory.

Guan Bowen didn't expect that he would turn around, busy covering his chin with his hand on his mouth, lowering his head and coughing even more shockingly, coughing and saying intermittently, "What ... cough, what expression? Would you like to help? I ... keke ... kekeke ... "

He Long walked back quickly, helped him pat his back, and said with a flat face, "Okay, don't talk, just take a break."

Guan Bowen took a sip of water and lay down on the sofa.

He Long frowned at him.

Guan Bowen's eyes looked red with bloodshot eyes.

——The real illness looks like it is not pretended, it is really sick, as evidenced by a thermometer.

He Long looked away hesitantly, took off his tie and threw it on the sofa, then turned towards the kitchen. Those are just illusions. This person is really sick ... forget it, since you have decided to be good friends with each other, you don't need to worry about the details.

Tomato and egg noodles, simple appetizers.

Guan Bowen ate deliciously, with a happy expression on his face. He Long said that he had some toothache. He didn't think how good his craft was ... Is it necessary to be so moved?

"Thank you." After finishing the noodle, Guan Bowen said thank you again.

He Long cleaned the bowl, turned to look at him, wiped his hands, sat down opposite him, paused, and said seriously, "Bowen, about what I said a few days ago ... sorry. I don't hate you, I just ... some don't know how to get along with you. "

"You ..." Guan Bowen stared at him.

He Long raised his hand to block his words, and got up to get the bowl. "So ... everyone is a friend, so you don't need to talk about the extra words. Rest, I'll brush the bowl."

Guan Bowen watched him get up, watched him collect the bowl, watched him stride towards the kitchen, and finally he looked back a little bit, and raised his hand to touch his ear.

Blog post ... Did Xiaolong just call his name? It's not Mr. Guan, it's not the film emperor, it's not Guan Bowen, it's Bowen ... It's Bowen ... This disease is worth it!

After tossing for a while, the medicinal effects gradually came up. Before He Long washed the dishes and came out of the kitchen, Guan Bowen fell asleep on the sofa.

The sleeping emperor seemed to have become an individual, and He Long almost could not recognize him. Without those vivid expressions, without those constantly changing emotions, when everything is quiet, this person's appearance is actually strange.

It turned out that he had never looked at each other's looks well.

He thought infinitely, sitting gently on the opposite single sofa, carefully looking at Guan Bowen, who buried his face half-sleeping in the sofa, seeing his eyebrows from his hair, and his chin from his eyebrows, without any trace.

It's not what it looks like on a poster or on a TV movie. The Guan Bowen in front of him is just Guan Bowen, a poor retired unemployed person who is sick. What about the film emperor, what so many people want, but there is no one to take care of when he is sick.

He suddenly wanted to sigh.

This person is actually very poor. He is lonely and has few friends.

Guan Bowen on the sofa suddenly rolled over and the blanket slipped. He was busy withdrawing his wandering thoughts, stepped forward to pick up the blanket, and helped him cover it again. After covering, retract his hand, and looked at the clavicle exposed by the other side.

It seems ... the other party rarely wears clavicle clothes, and every time is a variety of casual suit shirts ...

He lowered his head, glanced from the bangs that he had pulled down to his slightly lip, and then slid from the lip to the beautiful lines around his neck.

This guy ... the shoulders are wide.

Impressions of those posters, television and movie pictures all faded quickly, replaced by the person now.

Out of the aura of the Emperor, this man ... is still handsome.

...... It really is the configuration of the film emperor.

He stood up and frowned.

A well-dressed but unreliable film emperor, Guan Bowen with a smile on his face ... Which is true?

Which is it?

...

He squatted down, his eyes fell on the opponent's eyelashes, and he suddenly felt a little annoying.

When do you need to think about making friends? This person, this person ... Forget it, since the other party is not malicious, so many friends are also good. Dad is right, you can't look at people with colored glasses.

The sun goes west.

Guan Bowen moved, and opened his eyes stupidly.

"Xiaolong?" It only took a second from the confused to Qingming eyes, he touched the hair moistened with sweat, sat up, and pulled the pajamas collar, "You are still there? How do you squat here?"

He Long looked up at him and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Guan Bowen looked at him, lifted the blanket, and reached out to him. "Get up, how long have I slept? What time is it?"

"you……"

"what?"

Those vivid expressions reappeared, eyes opened, various emotions flowed ... like a painting suddenly came alive. He Long stared straight at him, then slammed back, instinctively wanted to get up, but did not expect a sudden numbness in his knee, and fell to the carpet.

"Be careful!" Guan Bowen stretched out his hand, but overestimated his strength after his illness, and he fell down.

The two bumped their heads together, one snorted, the other covered their heads and rolled to the side.

"Xiaolong, what have you done?" Guan Bo's text was sick from the beginning, and he felt a bit dizzy when he fell asleep. Now that he was hit by this, his eyes were black and dark, and it was only half a sound before he could see things again.

He Long was completely awake when he was hit. He turned his head to look at the increasingly dim sky outside and stretched his face. The explorer pulled Guan Bowen up and shook his head and said, "Nothing." He actually watched the other person fall asleep. He stayed all afternoon, and fell down ... ashamed.

There was something obvious, Guan Bowen pulled his hand back, "What the **** is wrong with you?"

He Long didn't answer, broke his hands, shoved him back on the sofa, picked up his jacket and walked out. "You take a bath and change clothes. I asked Aunt Liu to make porridge. You wait, I'll go Come here. "After speaking, hurriedly opened the door and left.

Guan Bowen looked at the closed door, squinted, and touched his chin.

What exactly happened while I was asleep? How did Xiaolong look more stupid? Isn't it ... he slept too handsome, and the other side was hurt?

After taking a shower and drinking porridge, Guan Bowen was alive again. He looked at He Long who was collecting the bowl and smiled. "Little dragon, are we friends now, right?"

He Long paused, nodded, "Um."

"That's good." Guan Bowen's smile widened, and he continued to ask, "If I have any trouble in the future, can I ask you for help?"

"Of course you can," He Long replied quickly, picking up things and heading out. "You take a good rest. My dad is waiting for me to eat. I will go first."

Guan Bowen got up and sent him, "Thank you today."

"You're welcome." He Long glanced at him, contacted his smiley eyes, and then withdrew again, expressionless, "Everyone is a friend."

"Walk slowly."

"Goodbye."

The door closed, one with a sly smile inside the door, and one depressed with a tangle outside the door.

He Long thought that after easing the relationship with Guan Bowen, life would return to the kind of tranquility he had before, but he was wrong and outrageous.

"Xiaolong, I bought a new car. The procedures are cumbersome. Can you help?"

"..."

"Everyone is busy, and my friends are few ... if you are busy, I can hire someone to help me, but ... you know, my face is easy to be watched when I go out, alas ..."

"No, I'm not busy. I'll help you."

"Enough enough to invite you to dinner someday."

The first happy weekend was gone.

"Xiao Long, my former partner gave me two tickets to the comic dialogue. Are you going?"

"..."

"Liang Zhou is going to accompany Shulin, Zhao Zhi is going to take Xiaoyun to the playground, Zhang Qian was taken to camp by his grandson, alas, I have too few friends ... Ah, if you have other arrangements, Anyway, crosstalk can be seen by one person, and this kind of thing, you young people don't like it very much ... "

"... No, I have no plans for the weekend, I will go with you."

"That's great. There is a famous private restaurant near the cross talk club. I'll go and set a place."

The second weekend to prepare to sleep, gone.

"Xiaolong, come back to see He Bo."

"Well, why are you here?"

"Come to He Bo to talk about raising flowers. You are back just now, my house is boiling soup, He Bo, you and Aunt Liu will come to my house for dinner, Liang Zhou and Shu Lin went to the Zhou house, do n’t do it It ’s time for dinner together. "

He Bo: "Okay, his aunt Liu, don't do it, let's try the technique of Bowen."

Aunt Liu: "That's good, I save trouble."

He Long: "..."

Guan Bowen, "Xiaolong, I made your favorite lobster and eat more in a while."

"……Thank you."

"You're welcome, everyone is a friend."

"..."

The third weekend is going to chat with my dad and play chess.

"Well, are you still meeting this weekend?"

Zhang Qian was half dead, "The entertainment city is about to open, so busy ..."

Zhao Zhi was also a bit tired, "I'll be fine when I'm busy."

Liang Zhou was black-faced. "Shu Lin is still waiting for me to eat. What about He Long? Are the materials ready?"

He Long came in with the material, saw Guan Bowen stunned, and then handed the material to Liang Zhou, "It's all here, there should be nothing to add, you see."

Liang Zhou quickly turned over, and then neatly signed, "Okay, things go down, the meeting will end."

Everyone started packing.

Guan Bowen raised an eyebrow. "I booked a box in the restaurant we often go to, get together?"

Liang Zhou gathered his things and strode out. "Sparse forest is waiting for me, next time."

Zhao Zhi started to call. "My mother-in-law has a backache. I have to go to the hospital to see."

Zhang Qian raised his hand and just wanted to speak. Gongsun Wen pushed open the door of the conference room and came in. He picked him up and said to the others, "The little dwarf has been suffering from severe lack of sleep recently. Now. "

Zhang Qian stared, and then struggled, "Gongsun you bastard! Let me go! How are you here? How did you feel in here? No! I want to eat something delicious! I want to play! You let me go!"

Gongsun Wen restrained him and patted him on the bottom. "Do you still want to eat chicken legs? Or do you want to get out of bed?"

Everyone glanced at Zhang Qian silently, turning their heads to look at the scenery.

Zhang Qian blushed and patted him hard, "Gongsun! You hooligan! You let me go!"

Gongsun let him fight and carried him away easily.

All the subjects and their families left, leaving only He Long and Guan Bowen in the conference room.

"Juju? Or do you have arrangements?"

He Long glanced at the documents, and then looked at Guan Bowen, who was kind to invite to dinner, but no one was willing to go. He paused, put down the documents, turned and walked away, "Let ’s go and eat."

Guan Bowen looked at his back, squinted, and smiled, "You must be tired after a day of work. Would you like to find a movie after eating? Relax. Or go for a press?"

"whatever."

"Then I'll arrange it."

On the fourth exhausted weekend, with Guan Bowen's company, I suddenly felt relaxed and fulfilled.

"Xiaolong, are you going on a business trip this week?"

"Well, there is a meeting."

Flip, the phone hung up.

He Long frowned, suddenly feeling a little unhappy.

The day of the business trip to the airport.

Guan Bowen took off his sunglasses, ignored the eyes and screams of the people around him, and waved to the black-faced He Long. "The hot spring where you are traveling is very good. I have set a place. Let ’s go to the hot spring? It ’s been a long time Play, how about you stay with me? I'll wait for you to finish. "

He Long's hand holding the suitcase tightened, but his eyebrows relaxed a little, and he nodded, "Okay, I'll try to finish the work as early as possible."

"Good brother, full of righteousness." Guan Bowen smiled at him.

He Long looked at his smiley face, and there was a faint smile on his face, and then he returned his expressionless face. "Putting on sunglasses, you are so arrogant."

Guan Bowen raised an eyebrow, snorted with a smile, put on his sunglasses, and reached for his luggage. "I'll bring one for you, come."

He Long looked at his long and beautiful hand, and moved his eyes, passing the luggage.

The… tedious busy weekend became interesting.

"Xiaolong, what are your plans for the weekend?"

"I know a farmhouse, fishing, go?"

"go with!"

Saturday afternoon, nice pond.

Guan Bowen glanced at He Long, who focused on fishing, leaned into a recliner, covered his face with a hat, and covered the corners of his raised mouth. "Xiaolong, I'm a bit sleepy. I will sleep and help me look at a fishing rod."

"it is good."

Close your eyes and sleep peacefully.

When I opened my eyes again, I put a blanket on my body, and a awning on my head.

"Awake?" The familiar calm voice came from around.

Turning his head, the smile appeared before the voice, "Well, how much did you catch?"

He Long showed him the side of the bucket, his expression relaxed, and slightly proud, "enough for us to eat dinner."

"Xiaolong is awesome." Coddled like a child.

Some strange atmosphere circulated in the air. He Long uncomfortably stowed the fishing rod, shook his head, avoided the switch blog post as if looking at the temperature, got up, "Let's go, it's late, it is time to go back."

Guan Bowen saw that he was uncomfortable, took his eyes back in time, lifted the blanket and got up. "Okay, let's go."

No. 1 has a tacit weekend, it feels good to be accompanied.

"You look at you. It's always busy. You don't know how to pay attention to your body. You're sick."

He Long opened his eyes stupidly, and saw Guan Bowen sitting next to his bed, a little hesitant, "Why are you here? No, how did you get in?"

"I didn't answer your phone call, and I couldn't find you everywhere. I was a little worried, so I asked He Bo to get the key." Guan Bowen helped him up, touched his forehead, frowned, and turned to help him. "Drink some water to moisten your throat first. I cooked porridge, and then I took the medicine."

He Long was a bit silly holding the cup.

"Why did you buy the house so biased? It's a lot of trouble going back and forth to work. I drank the porridge and took medicine. I discarded the dirty clothes you replaced and put them in the washing machine. It should be almost done. I'll go and dry the clothes." Said to help him pull the quilt, got up and went out.

The door was closed slightly.

He Long looked at the warm water in his hand, looked at the porridge and medicine on the bedside table, raised his hand, and wiped his face with force.

When he finished drinking the porridge and the medicine, the clothes over there were finished.

"Let's rest," Guan Bowen patted his quilt, spoiling his gentle tone.

He Long looked at him, his face stretched, and asked hard, "Why ... so good?"

"what?"

"Why is it so good to me?"

Guan Bowen looked at him, still laughing, but his eyes were very deep, "Do you really know?"

He Long suddenly felt a little panicked and turned away from his eyes. "Forget it, I don't want to know, thank you today."

"Thank you." Guan Bowen raised his hand, touched his face lightly, and carefully closed it back. The tone still sounded the usual tone, "I ... we're good friends, should. Sleep. , Sleep just fine. "

Somehow, He Long suddenly felt a little angry. He pulled the quilt to cover himself, turned his back to Guan Bowen, "Okay, you go, I'm resting."

"It's all right, I'm guarding you."

"No, you go."

"Little dragon?"

"Come on!"

Guan Bowen's smile froze on his face, bowed his head, raised his head again, and resumed his smile. "Okay, take a good rest. I'll see you tomorrow."

After the sound of closing the door gently, He Long got up and stared at the door, annoyed.

The movie emperor is the movie emperor, and his emotions are dealt with exactly ... good brother?

The disease came quickly, and went ... very slowly.

Liang Zhou gave He Long a half-month vacation to allow him to take good care of himself.

He Bo came to see him once and saw that he could take good care of himself and left. Sending his father away, He Long looked around this monotonous deserted apartment and suddenly felt a little empty.

Already used to a person, used to have no emotions, life is work, work, work ... Suddenly no work, what should I do?

How did you spend the weekend before?

Thinking about it, Guan Bowen was all in his head.

Shake your head, depress those memories, and start thinking longer. How did you spend your weekends with Guan Bowen?

It seems like ... overtime, overtime, going home to accompany my father, overtime, or to entertain with clients.

But now, there is no need to work overtime. My father has just left, and there are no customers ... It seems that there is nothing to do ...

Take a deep breath, get close to the sofa, and close your eyes.

In front of him, the scene when he and Guan Bowen went out fishing, the sleeping Guan Bowen was very quiet. He caught a fish, glanced at the other side, and stopped.

He knew it was strange to look at a man this way, but he just looked at it that way and didn't want to move away. Then Guan Bowen talked dreamily, he shouted a name.

Suddenly I was very concerned. Who was he shouting in his dream that day?

There is a certain time after soaking in the hot spring, accidentally falling asleep in the lounge, if there is a trace of touch on the lips ... Is it true or false? Is it hallucination or taboo? Is it a joke or ... really ...

"Little dragon?"

Very clear voice, heartbeat suddenly beat.

"How do you sleep on the couch, Xiaolong? Get up and go back to bed."

Familiar voices are within easy reach.

He opened his eyes, facing Guan Bowen's enlarged face in front of him.

"You're calling me?" He looked at Guan Bowen blankly, his hands tightening gradually.

Guan Bowen frowned and looked at him, "Yeah, what's wrong with you? Have nightmares?" He reached out and tried to touch his forehead.

He Long waved his hand away and got up to return to the room.

boom--!

The door was closed forcefully, and a slight anti-locking sound came.

Guan Bowen looked at his red hand, slowly put it back in his pocket, lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadows, and could not see his expression.

Some emotions came inexplicably, but they trapped people.

He Long has always been stable and reliable. He rarely gets angry, he rarely speaks loudly, he always takes good care of everyone, he has few words, but if you find him something, he will definitely respond to you.

Guan Bowen has always been unreliable. He is not very angry, but he makes it difficult for everyone. Everyone feels that he is sick. He can make others refrain from doing it by himself. If he feels bad, you can He speaks and he will definitely give you a relentless back.

Now these two people are wrong together. He Long actually walked away during the meeting, and his work progress became much slower. Guan Bowen is even more strange. He suddenly gave up his retirement and ran to Rongguang to take a few charitable activities that he did n’t have the money for. Guo.

There are problems, there are problems.

Zhao Zhi was puzzled, Zhang Qian wentssip, then Liang Zhou stood up in time, gave Zhao Zhi a lot of work, eliminated Zhang Qian's vacation, went home from work, found He Bo, closed the door and talked.

It was another weekend, and He Long was taken to his hometown by a blind date.

Guan Bowen tweeted about the event that day, without a smile on his face, and stayed at home without expression for a whole day.

At dinner, He Bo and He Long returned and "ran into" Guan Bowen who "walked".

He Bozhe looked at Guan Bowen with a lot of thought, and his tone was unknown. "Bo Wen, take a walk, what have you been doing these days? I have never seen you."

Guan Bowen's eyes fell on He Long, and he quickly withdrew. He smiled and replied, "There are a few public welfare activities under Liang Zhou's hands. I'll help and look at it. It's almost over."

"That's it."

"Ok."

Looking at each other silently.

"I heard that Xiaolong went on a blind date today ... how?"

He Bo glanced at his son who had no expression on his face, his eyes darkened, and he sighed in his heart, but his face was still serious, with a light tone, "Not so good ... forget it, let him tell you Let's go. Xiaolong, you send blog posts back, I'll wait for you at home. "

"Dad." He Long frowned.

He Bo waved his hand and went straight.

Guan Bowen looked at He Long and turned sideways. "Let's go together?"

He Long looked at him, standing still.

"Little dragon ..."

"I'm going home." He Long didn't look at him, and walked over him.

One weekend, two weekends, three weekends ... On the sixth weekend, Guan Bowen made headlines in the newspaper.

"The Emperor Guan Ying ’s secret meeting at night, a kiss on the street, a famous grass ..." Zhang Qian turned the newspaper and stunned, "Guan Bowen was too inattentive, although he retired, but his reputation is there, so be careful. Now, the paparazzi is much more horrible than before, this kiss chart comes out ... 啧啧. "

He Longduan coffee paused.

Zhao Zhi was too confused, "No, Guan Bowen has always been careful, and all kinds of * news have not flowed out much. Now he retires but comes here. Is the evening festival not guaranteed? Is this true love?"

He Long shook his hands and spilled coffee.

"Well, don't say this, he will deal with his personal affairs." Liang Zhou interrupted the conversation between the two, looking at He Long, "I have a document at home, you go get it for me."

"Okay." He Long nodded, and stepped out of the conference room.

Zhang Qian touched his forehead. "How do you think He Long has been weird recently ..."

"I still think you have been weird lately, have you been awkward with Gongsun?" Zhao Zhi gave him a funny look and turned the files.

Zhang Qian rolled his eyes. "It's because he is unreasonable. Why is it that I'm in trouble? Don't talk about it. Have a meeting!"

Liang Zhou glanced at the direction He Long left, touched his phone, and sent a message to Guan Bowen.

After arriving at the villa area where Liang Zhou lived, He Long turned around and went directly to Guan Bowen's villa.

The courtyard door was open, the door was half-covered, and there was music in the living room.

He strode forward, with a dark fire in his heart, trying to vent, but he didn't know what he wanted to vent.

A figure suddenly rushed at him. He was unprepared, and was hit directly on the shoe cabinet near the door on the wall. His waist was slightly groaned, and he snorted in pain.

"Xiao Long, you finally came to see me." Guan Bowen hugged him with great strength. "Why did you ignore me during this time? I didn't answer the phone, didn't return the text message, and avoided me intentionally. Did you eat? ? I'll make it for you. "

"Let go!" He Long reached out and pushed him.

"Let it go." Guan Bowen hugged him more tightly, hooking his lips, still smiling as usual, "Xiaolong, have you eaten? What are the plans for the weekend? Let's go out and play."

"You let go!" He Long erupted suddenly, broke away from him, and punched him in the past. "You always look like this! Funny to me? Guan Bowen! I'm not you, I can't afford it!"

Guan Bowen was so stunned that he fell directly to the ground, raised his hand and touched his face, stood up and looked at him, without expression, "Play? Funny? That's how you look at me?"

"Otherwise?" He Long's chest fluctuated twice, obviously suppressing his emotions, "Guan Bowen, I can't understand you." Because I'm not sure, because I can't understand, because the other person's emotions are always covered by various smiles and He couldn't see through all the words of Dang Erlang, he didn't dare! But today's newspaper ... So were all the subtle emotions of a while ago a joke? Are the movie kings idle?

"Then I'll let you understand." Guan Bowen touched the corners of his eyes that were red and swollen, approached in a few steps, and pulled him hard, regardless of his struggle, and kissed his head down.

He Long's eyes widened, then he became even more angry, and fisted him again.

"I like you." Guan Bowen took his hand, stepped back, and looked at him seriously, "Xiaolong, I like you, don't you understand?"

He Long's fist shaking hand.

"I like you, I like you." Guan Bowen dropped his eyes, hugged him, and lowered his voice, "Xiao Long, if I didn't like you, why would I try to do this just to stay with you for the weekend, why should I move Come here, why change the law to please He Bo, Xiaolong, don't hide from me, okay? Do you like me? Don't avoid me, don't hate me. "

"you……"

"I love you."

He Long raised his fist and lowered, "You're drinking?"

Guan Bowen didn't answer, and began to kiss his neck.

He Long pushed him, "You let go of me, you are drunk."

"I didn't." Guan Bowen didn't let go, and suddenly bit his ear lobe.

He Long stiffened, then pushed him harder, "Release."

"Do not."

One wants to hug and kiss, the other refuses, and the two shove.

Guan Bowen can't handle anyone when he is a rogue. He Long wants to lift him vigorously, and the visual line sweeps over the corner of his swollen eye.

"Xiao Long, like me, okay." The drunk murmured, finally pushing people to the sofa and pressing them up.

He Long turned black. "What do you want to do?"

"Let you understand me." Guan Bowen replied and kissed.

Unlike the lips and tongues on his head just now, He Long felt very clear this time, it was Guan Bowen's breath. This feeling of lingering lips and tongues ... was not annoying, even with a little joy.

"Xiaolong, do you like me?" Said the drunk and kissed, the deeper the kiss.

He Long shoved his hand, held it tightly, and simply held his back, welcoming him, "Guan Bowen, you bastard!"

"Little dragon ..."

"What happened to the newspaper?"

"I like you……"

"You're enough!" He Long turned away from his kiss and looked at him coldly. "To be honest, otherwise continue to beat you."

Guan Bowen stared at him drunkly, for a long time, and suddenly laughed, "Xiaolong, you are jealous."

He Long frowned even more, not speaking.

"It's all a misunderstanding. That's a fan. I was in a bad state that day. She suddenly rushed to kiss me. I didn't stop ... Don't be jealous, eh?"

"A misunderstanding?"

"misunderstanding."

He Long closed his eyes and opened again, raised his hand and hugged him.

Guan Bowen was pleased, "Little dragon you ..."

He Long pushed hard, turned over, pressed him underneath, kissed a bit awkwardly, "You really are a bastard."

Guan Bowen froze, closed his eyes, hooked his lips, deepened the kiss, "Well, I jerk."

He Long regretted it, and kissed drunken Guan Bowen casually. The man on the sofa was groaning drunk, and he frowned and loosened his tie, feeling a little irritable.

I really planted it, and it was planted in the hands of this very unreliable film emperor ... It is clear that the character of the other party is not his favorite style, why?

If the other person's words were true just now, then this guy actually had a wry mind long before moving in? So all kinds of ... some time ago are acting? To fool yourself?

Sure enough, he is a film emperor.

He sneered.

Guan Bowen squirmed on the sofa, hugged his waist, shivered, and smiled contentedly, "Xiaolong, you know you like me too."

He looked down and looked at him with a very disgusting look.

Is this still the film emperor? Still sought after by ten thousand people? Just this bad and unreliable character? Are all the fans blind?

"Xiaolong, I like you."

The sneer on his face cracked, frowning, his expression turned back, and he suddenly wanted to smoke.

Well, I'm blind.

"If ... together, can you be a little more serious and live a good life?" He heard his voice drifting in the air, in a tone that he was unfamiliar with.

The drunk Guan Ying tightened his arms, buried his face on his waist, and murmured, "Xiaolong, I will cook for you every day ..."

Nothing more.

He sighed, leaned on the sofa, raised his hand, and touched Guan Bowen's head with a twisted hair, rubbing it.

"I believe you once."

Mr. Yingdi shook his head, his voice was vague, "... Okay."

An ordinary evening.

Xiao Guo stuffed the vegetables he bought into the refrigerator, frowning at Guan Bowen, who hummed and chopped vegetables, and whispered, "Guan, can I ask a question?" Although I watched it many times, Guan made What the dish looks like ... Oh my god, I still feel a little subversive.

"Ask." Guan Bowen began cutting meat.

"How did you get to Manager He ..."

Guan Bowen paused to cut the meat, turned to look at him, and pointed to his face.

Xiao Guo expressed doubt.

"Because I'm handsome."

"... Guan, I'm asking seriously."

"I also answered very seriously."

"..."

The sound of the door opening came, and Guan Bowen quickly dropped the knife and walked out. "You are back, Xiaolong? The rice is almost ready. You go upstairs and take a bath to change clothes, and it will be all right."

"May I help you?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

"have a guest?"

"Xiao Guo delivered the dishes, not the guests."

"Ok."

"Do you want to call Dad over to eat?"

"No, I said hello to Dad."

"Then you go to the bath and change clothes, and the rice will be ready soon."

"Do you really want me to help?"

"No, go upstairs."

Xiao Guo looked at the two tall men standing in the living room and talked. One was elegant and handsome, and the other was calm and calm. He suddenly felt that the scene was very warm. He turned to look at the finely cut meat on the cutting board, and then looked at the soup overflowing in the pot, turned to look at his relaxed boss in home clothes, and smiled.

Forget it, whether it's laziness or motivation, or a good man at home, Guan Guan is happy.

Before bedtime.

He Long: "Don't come here, tired."

Guan Bowen: "I'm not tired."

He Long: "What did you tell Xiao Guo? He told me something very strange before leaving today."

Guan Bowen: "What did he say?"

He Long: "Say you look smart, but in fact it is very sensitive, so let me not bully you."

Guan Bowen: "He talked nonsense, how could you bully me ..."

He Long: "I told you not to come ... Did I say I like you?"

Guan Bowen was stupid, "What?"

He Long: "I like you."

Guan Bowen: "..."

He Long: "Sleep."

Guan Bowen: "..."

He Long: "Good night."

a long time.

Guan Bowen: "Don't, Xiaolong, don't sleep, you say it again, when do you like me? How long will you like me? Xiaolong, you wake up, don't sleep."

He Long turned over and softened his eyebrows.

When did you like it? I don't know ... probably on an ordinary weekend, the day was sunny, and there was someone around, and the person was handsome, but he deliberately tossed himself in order to go out with him, funny, then laugh With a smile, I like it.

Speaking of ... how long ago was that weekend ... is it summer ... or autumn ... don't remember ...

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