"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Tang asked Fu Yanghe, "The face is so red."

He said, then reached out and touched his forehead.

Fu Yanghe said: "I don't know why, it's just very hot."

Banjue Gongbu pursed his lips opposite him. Fu Yanghe felt that he was so unpromising, and he actually made a young man in his early twenties tease him like this.

So he came out of the restaurant and stood outside to breathe. Who knew that Banjuegongbu also followed him and stood by him.

Fu Yanghe said: "Did you do it on purpose just now?"

Unexpectedly, Banjue Gongbu nodded and said, "I have lost much benefit, either."

"Does Ban have cigarettes?"

Zhang Yue walked over from behind and stood between them.

Banjuegongbu took out the cigarette and handed it to him. Fu Yanghe said, "Give me one too."

"Don't smoke." Zhang Yue said.

"You can all smoke, why can't I?"

"Why do you join in the fun if you don't smoke?" Zhang Yue lit one, then returned the cigarette to Banjue Gongbu.

"It's not someone who once said that he would quit smoking for me," Fu Yanghe looked at Zhang Yue and said, "Why didn't you quit?"

"People who don't smoke don't know how difficult it is for men to quit smoking. If you don't believe it, ask the President of the Chamber," Zhang Yue took a sip and said, "Didn't you realize that I rarely smoke now, and I rarely bring cigarettes on my body."

"Is it difficult to quit smoking?" Fu Yanghe looked at Mr. Ban, his eyes showing an ambiguous relationship that only the two of them knew.

Banjuegongbu looked at him in the night with a smile, his eyes reflected by the lights, and said, "I haven't quit, I don't know."

"Why should I set an example and stop showing it to Teacher Zhang?"

Zhang Yue took a puff of cigarette and vomited it out with a smile. Banjue Gongbu originally wanted to smoke one, but the cigarette was stuck in his hand, and put it back in his pocket.

These subtle trivial things also make people feel the sweetness of love in their hearts. The sour smell of love permeates the air. Unfortunately, Zhang Yue was swept by smoke and could not smell it.

Before going to bed at night, Yang Huina called and found that she had a cold, so she missed her son more.

Speaking of which, it is also a cycle of fate. When Yang Huina and Fu Nian were young, they were both devoted to their careers and did not take much care of their biological sons. They were both very busy and were a person who was more money than they were concerned about. But when they got older, they became attached to their sons, especially Yang Huina, who had a headache and had a fever, would call Fu Yanghe and act like a spoiled person.

Fu Yanghe told her to take medicine and drink more water: "You ask Sister Hong to cook lighter these two days. Don't eat so much, and put less oil and salt."

Fu Yanghe said these words over and over again. Drink more water in everything. These are all taught by Xiao Tang. If he is a little uncomfortable, Xiao Tang will treat him like this. Yang Huina said: "When will you go back to Beijing? You can't stay there before the show starts, and you don't have a vacation in the middle for a few days?"

"Let's wait for a while and I won't go back lately. It's been a few days since then. After two days, Director Zhang and his team arrived, they really started to get busy."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yanghe went to Xiao Tang's room. Xiao Tang opened the door and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Xiao Tang applied a black mask on his face, which scared him at first sight.

"Can you come in?"

Xiao Tang patted his face and walked in. After Fu Yanghe came in, he saw Zhao Xiaojun slashing his phone on the bed.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Yanghe nodded and said, "I haven't fallen asleep yet."

Xiao Tang said: "Look at whether Xiaojun works very hard and does not forget to practice while playing with his mobile phone."

Zhao Xiaojun sat up and smiled embarrassedly.

"Tell me, what are you doing?" Xiao Tang asked.

Fu Yanghe asked, "Don't you have a sleep mask, which is said to be free of washing and can whiten it?"

Xiao Tang took off the mask on his face and asked with a smile: "Oh, don't you behave yourself in a natural beauty and not use these things?"

"I found that it's really not good if I don't pay attention to maintenance in Tibet. See if I've been black all over, and it's useless to apply sunscreen."

Xiao Tang went to find a sleep mask and handed it to him and said, "You try it first. If it doesn't work, use the one I'm applying now."

Fu Yanghe didn't rush to leave, but stayed in their room for a while. This room was just like his room, but the big bed was replaced with two single beds. Fu Yanghe asked, "Is there any inconvenience in living together?"

Xiao Tang pressed his face and said, "Don't worry, I have no idea about Zhao Xiaojun!"

Zhao Xiaojun smiled and leaned on the head of the bed to see Xiao Tang looking in the mirror. Fu Yanghe pulled Xiao Tang's shoulder and looked at the glowing face in Xiao Tang's mirror and said, "You said you are only in your early twenties to apply so many things. Isn't it a bit early to maintain this?"

"What do you know? Maintaining it earlier. It will be too late to take care of it when you are really old... Oh, Aunt Hui caught a cold, do you know?"

Fu Yanghe said: "Your information is so effective. She just called me."

Xiao Tang said: "I just found out that she just told me on WeChat."

"You two really talk about everything." Fu Yanghe said, "I think you can be your godson during the New Year, really."

"I know more than you. Aunt Hui is in love, do you know?"

Fu Yanghe was stunned for a moment and looked at Xiao Tang: "My mother is in love?"

"What kind of expression do you have? Don't you?"

Fu Yanghe looked at Zhao Xiaojun lying on the bed, feeling a little embarrassed, and said, "Why don't I want to? I'm not at home all day, and I hope someone can take care of her for me. Who, what are you doing, how old, are you? Are you having photos?"

"Wait," Xiao Tang said, then he went to get his cell phone, searched for a while, and then showed him a circle of friends, "It's him."

In the photo, there is a slightly fat middle-aged man, very burly. He looks not very old, and is probably in his forties. Fu Yanghe thinks that this man looks familiar, so he asks, "Do I know him?"

"He is the vice president of Aunt Hui's hospital, Deng Ming."

As soon as Xiao Tang said that Fu Yanghe remembered that he had seen him, but now he seemed to be a little fatter. He returned the phone to Xiao Tang and asked, "When did they start talking?"

"Actually, I haven't started talking yet, but it's that interesting. Dean Deng just got divorced."

"Is it reliable?"

Xiao Tang said: "I don't know. But Aunt Hui has been very happy recently."

Yang Huina is actually a very enthusiastic and romantic woman. She is in her fifties, but she still has a naive attitude. She is well maintained and looks in her early forties. There are many people chasing her after the divorce. Even a rich second-generation in her early thirties has chased her, which shows her charm. But in recent years, she has never accepted any pursuits from men, saying that she was heartbroken by Fu Yanghe's father Fu Nian.

If she could find a good home, Fu Yanghe would be happy. They are all from theaters and have common languages.

Fu Yanghe applied the sleep mask when he returned to his room, which was almost the same as night cream, and it was not a problem to apply it. He put "Cangyang Gyatso Love Song" on his mobile phone several times, closed his eyes and thought about the choreography for a while, and the sleepiness came up. The phone vibrated at this time, and the music was interrupted in an instant. He picked up the phone and looked at it. It was a message sent by Ban Jue Gongbu.

"Are you asleep?"

Fu Yanghe's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and he felt sweet in his heart, and replied: "I'm just about to go to bed, where are you?"

"Go to sleep right away. Good night."

"Good night."

After sending the message, Fu Yanghe lay down, lay in the quilt for a while, then chuckled softly, and then got up and applied a little more sleep mask, thinking that he could not tan the sun with a white look.

After such trouble, his sleepiness was not so strong. The light on the mobile phone screen shone on his eyebrows and eyes. He browsed on Weibo for a while and looked at the thousands of comments above. He was surprised to find that he had fewer negative comments.

He used to have some black fans who would come to him to scold him on Weibo. No matter what he posted, they could always find out his mistakes and inappropriate words he had said before, and then criticize him one by one. He was so angry at first, but later he tried not to read it. I don’t know when the day they actually stopped.

He pulled down, read several comments from Weibo, and then saw the promotional photos they took in Lai Gu Village.

Finally, he fixed his eyes on Ban Juegongbu, who was holding the horse and smiling at him, clicked on the photo, and enlarged it.

Because it is a high-definition picture, even if the face is enlarged to fill the entire screen, it is clear. He can even see Ban Jue Gongbu's long eyelashes that surprised him, and the subtle lines of the corners of his mouth when he smiles.

So handsome and masculine.

He looked at Banjuegongbu's face, and after a long time, his eyes began to get astringent, and he closed his eyes.

This man might belong to him. Banjue Gongbu might become Fu Yanghe's lover.

Fu Yanghe has not had many dreams in his life, including those with women and men, but the other party has a vague face and few specific people. And probably because he has no sexual experience, the dreams he has disappeared at the critical moment. Maybe it is because he has never experienced them and does not know what it feels like to have sex, so dreaming to have foreplay is his limit.

But this time Fu Yanghe had a dream of spring was very specific. In the dream, there were a pair of hands wandering around his neck and shoulders. The hands were wide and slender, with thin and fluffy hairs and faint blue veins on his wrists. The other party held his ears intimately and murmured his name.

It's Banjue Gongbu.

Fu Yanghe woke up in his sleep because of strong pleasure. After lying for a long time, he couldn't calm down. The quilt was so wet, so he got up to change his underwear.

This time it felt stronger and more impressive than the time I was in the hotel. The room was vaguely scattered with indescribable smells. Fu Yanghe's face was very hot and his body was very hot. He curled up, thinking in his mind that uncontrollably the handsome and extraordinary face of Ban Jue Gongbu and the male charm he exuded all over his body.

He longs to be conquered, which is very common for a gay man like him, and he has never felt ashamed of being a number zero. However, as a thirty-year-old man, he longs to be occupied by a young man in his early twenties, which makes him feel ashamed, and his **has become more intense and surging because of his shame.
Chapter completed!