After Our Divorce, I Still Wore Your Jacket

... secret, unspeakable, shameful desires.

Yang Siran closed his eyes tightly, as if there was a light fragrance on the man's nose, the oppressive, breathless eyes, all of which made him addicted. He panted hard, trying to ignore the eyes in his head, and put his hands on the keyboard obediently, but his hands did not listen to the call and could not press the key.

That was the first time Yang Siran had such a strong desire for a person, and his vague and obscure sexual orientation was suddenly clear now. The impulse comes from an unexpected little accident. It is wonderful for Yang Siran, a doomed encounter—

In the winter afternoon, it should be comfortable. It should bring a little lazy afternoon sunlight, slantingly lit down. But no, it just snowed outside and couldn't see a little sun. Looking outside from the window, it was cold or cold.

There were two evenings of self-study on Sunday night. Yang Siran went out very early. Anyway, he was alone, and it made no difference to him at home or in the classroom. He covered a down jacket outside the school uniform and looked bloated. His chin and mouth were buried in the collar of the down jacket, and only half of his face was exposed. He has headphones in his ears, and there are English songs one by one.

There are several marble steps outside the unit door, covered with a thin layer of snow. Step on one foot and slide like a mirror. Yang Siran lost his balance after taking the first step, and the whole person planted forward. He didn't look up just now, and it was at this moment when he lost balance that he knew there was someone in front of him.

Yang Sharan closed his eyes and thought. At that moment, I felt like I was going to fall, but the movement of the hand made a conditioned reflex before the body, and stretched out my hand towards the coming person.

The eye-catching trench coat with smoky grey woolen texture, as the breath smelled of a mixture of light fragrance and tobacco, Yang Siran hit his forehead on the other person's shoulder, his hand grabbed his arm.

Very embarrassed gesture.

After standing still, he raised his head a little embarrassedly and saw the man's face. At that moment, Yang Siran clearly felt his heartbeat missed a beat.

A very cold face, frowning slightly, his eyes are not peaceful and friendly, alienated and indifferent look. Yang Siran pressed his arm, and the man raised his hand slightly to help him.

Yang Siran bowed deeply and carefully halfway to the other party, whispering, "Sorry ... Thank you uncle."

He even shook his voice, so nervous, with throbbing in his heart. The heart beating violently, his chest secretly undulating under his clothes, he was only seventeen years old, and some emotions were suddenly enlightened at that moment.

The opposite man's gaze stayed on his face for only a second, or none at all. He just left a faint hum, and then stepped up the stairs, leaving no more glances.

A little accident that doesn't even count as an episode is just a staggering life in its original calm track. It doesn't leave any traces in the eyes of an adult male, but the huge waves in the heart of a young high school boy are turbulent.

Even after several hours have passed, even the evening self-study has been finished, but the crazy agitated heart still does not mean to calm down.

Yang Siran shook his head vigorously while sitting in front of the piano, trying to get rid of the moment of non-stop replay in his mind. The face and eyes were carved into his mind in just ten seconds. There was a tight bloating pain in his lower body, which continued tormenting his nerves. Later, Yang Siran sighed, relieved his strength and stopped sitting upright, breaking Duanping's shoulders.

He seemed to finally admit defeat, his hands slowly pulled away from the keys, and he slowly moved his hands down slowly to remove the place of sinful desire ... He had an impulsive urge for an adult male. I really want to smell the slight fragrance again, it may be addictive.

The young heart was out of control at first sight, and it has not changed for many years to come.

The smell of tobacco and light fragrance mixed in his nose has been tickling his nerves, wet palms, slightly frowning brows, rapid gasps, all this was finally interrupted by the opening of the door-

Yang Siran woke up from the dream with a slight twitching eyelid, and the feeling of stickiness and tightness on his body was still very strong, and he had this dream again. Cold, confused, really like a dream.

He opened his eyes slowly, and what he saw was a wide, dazzling window. He suddenly awakened and looked back while sitting up. The man in the dream was taking off his shirt and his suit pants were still on. Tight muscles, broad shoulders, and thin waistline, Yang Siran had no time to appreciate. He was holding a shirt of the other party, sweating in the palm of his dreamy dream, and his subconsciously rubbing and clenching, making the shirt in his hand almost worn out.

He must not wear it again.

Yang Siran still clasped the cloth in his hand. He always did this. He always took a man's shirt greedily, in order to smell the smell that belongs to this person, in order to let this smell fall into a dream, and then take him to look at it again He, and himself at the time. This is perverted and shameful.

The man saw him awake, looked back at him, his face was still cold, the shirt he took off was thrown away, touched on Yang Siran's face and landed on his lap. The man's mouth curled up with such a sarcastic smile, and turned into the bathroom.

Yang Siran immediately got out of bed, stepped barefoot on the floor, and followed in.

When I came out again, my pajamas were all wet.

He went to another room and changed his pajamas, and when he came back, Geng Jinwei was sitting by the bed to answer the news. Yang Siran walked over and sat on the carpet beside his leg. Cleverly and quietly without a word, even breathing is light.

After Geng Jinwei put down his phone, he glanced at his hair. My hair was a little wet just now, but it wasn't soaked, I just watched some tide. Yang Siran felt his gaze and raised his face to stare at him. Geng Jinwei opened his mouth and threw out a sentence: "Are you well?"

Yang Siran smiled and answered, "Be obedient."

Geng Jinwei raised his eyebrows lightly, and Yang Silan took the initiative to follow the sentence: "I am the best."

As if to match his words, Yang Siran put his face on the bed, next to Geng Jinwei's leg, and kissed his lips gently on his leg.

The surface is obediently clever, but he keeps holding strength in his bones. Geng Jinwei sneered and stopped talking to him. He just landed a week on a business trip and came back to sleep for two hours. There was another round at night.

He didn't talk much but Yang Siran didn't talk much. He went around the other side of the bed and shrunk next to Geng Jinwei. There was a dry warmth in the quilt, which was very comfortable. He has just slept and can't sleep anyway. Geng Jinwei slept for two hours and Yang Siran watched for two hours. In the middle of Geng Jinwei's work of turning over, Yang Siran gently leaned over, and Geng Jinwei grabbed him as soon as he raised his arm.

Yang Siran was full of laughter, and the feeling of being wrapped in Geng Jinwei's breath made him too addicted, showing satisfaction from every bone in his body.

No alarm is needed, and Geng Jinwei woke up before two hours. When I woke up, I saw Yang Siran, who was sticking to him, and took his arm away, throwing a sentence while getting out of the bed: "What is sticking to me."

Yang Siran smiled back gently and said, "I didn't post it."

Geng Jinwei didn't go through his pediatric lie and it was worth mentioning. When Geng Jinwei finished packing, Yang Siran took the initiative to wait. He raised his hand and tied a tie to Geng Jinwei, Geng Jinwei slightly raised his chin, not lowering his eyes, but just opened his mouth and asked, "Are you enough?"

Yang Siran looked at him, and Anfen replied: "Enough is enough."

Geng Jinwei said to him: "When you are done, go to the company to find Qi Zhao and apologize to him."

Yang Siran nodded and replied: "It's OK to apologize, but I don't want an agent."

Geng Jinwei looked down, looked at him twice, and then said, "Still not enough."

Yang Siran didn't speak. The tie was finished and he touched Geng Jinwei's neckline. He looked at his eyes and whispered: "I don't really want it, I can't do it. I want to work well, I want to rise, I want to do well."

"I can accept all arrangements at work and listen to the company. But I really don't need a broker, I don't want to grow in the hands of anyone ... except you." Yang Siran pursed his lips, his voice lowered again, almost murmured. Then he said, "Uncle ..."

A cry of "Uncle" was screaming and sticky, except that he rarely screamed like this except in the bed. This is a humble request, an obsession that cannot be said.

Geng Jinwei turned his eyes around in a circle, and left without leaving a word.

Yang Silan stood on the spot, waiting for Geng Jinwei's sense of existence to dissipate before going upstairs to play the piano. After spending an afternoon with the person I was thinking about, the melody that popped up was melodious and long. The music always had a breath and it was being passed on.

Of course Yang Siran cannot have an agent, he can be very obedient, he only has a stubborn insistence on this matter.

After all, a small star like Yang Sran who has no status and no resources at all, the relationship between such newcomers and agents is absolute **** and obedience. It was simply impossible for Yang Si, who could dominate him so completely, to accept it. He was only obedient to Geng Jinwei in his heart, which can never be changed.

His emotions may be abnormal, but Yang Siran is satisfied with this. The admiration and admiration that he had for so many years before were also abnormal. Others may not understand it, but Yang Siran was in it and enjoyed himself. As long as emotional matters do not involve the legal or moral aspects, whether or not suffering is worthwhile, then in the root, it is just someone else ’s own business, and no one has the right to beg.

Yang Siran's perseverance has never been shaken, even if he is in a state of being refrigerated because he has changed one after another, he may have been like this in the future, he also recognized. Originally, he did not have to be a star, nor did he have to film. This is nothing more than trying to get close to this person now, close, and occasionally they can be very intimate, which is great, it is enough not to be a star in the future.

It's just a pity that he can no longer be assigned to work. He can't be taken by him to meet the director or anyone. He gently pushes his shoulder forward and familiarizes himself with someone saying "This is my newly signed child".

It's a pity, but I can't compromise on this.

Yang Siran has not always been able to live in Geng Jinwei's residence. He is cautious every time he comes. He knows the code here. He always walks in with a schoolbag and cap in his back. There was a set of changing pajamas and clothes in his backpack. When he walked, he walked back, and he would not leave a trace of himself there.

The lover must have the peace of the lover, he always understands this.

He first came with the consent of Geng Jinwei. Later, sometimes Geng Jinwei did not reply to his news. Yang Siran also came. When he came, he did n’t dare to take off his clothes. He drove away. Later, when Yang Siran wanted to come, he came directly and sent a text message before coming: "I went to your house. If you can't, you can reply to me."

Yang Siran did not wait for a reply, and was not taken away when he went. He used to be scared. Later, he found it easy to be his lover.

When he became his lover on the first day, Yang Siran was still a bit afraid and frightened when he got what he wanted. When facing this person, there was fear in his heart. But as time goes on, it will be found that it is not so difficult, and this man is not as fierce as he imagined. Not gentle, not close, but not difficult to get along with. He didn't take care of the little things, and he didn't mention them. Yang Siran is generally obedient, and occasionally the tentative stepping behavior of Geng Jinwei doesn't look at him in his eyes.

And at the right time, he can indeed feel a special treatment as his lover. Yang Siran is happy every time he arrives. He does n’t think it ’s worth it for himself. Anyway, no matter how he came, he really is Special, isn't it? He was originally an easy-to-satisfaction person, which made him easily ecstatic.

For example, he changed from agent to agent, Geng Jinwei did not really treat him. A newcomer who does n’t know what to do can dare to do so in the company without any foundation. Yang Siran was not afraid. He was afraid of being cleaned up by Geng Jinwei, and then even his lover would not let him do it. Yang Siran worked very hard those few times and almost suffocated herself in the bathtub.

However, Geng Jinwei didn't mention anything. He didn't say he didn't know what to do and didn't say that he didn't know what to do. Even the company gave him another agent, which made Yang Siran feel that he was being treated preferentially. But in the end, he was offended by this agent. Geng Jinwei said before that this was his last agent. After that, Yang Siran stayed at home without work arrangements. This he recognized, he was not because of that kind of favoritism, but it was really unacceptable. What's more, Geng Jinwei himself is a broker himself, Yang Siran was signed in by himself, and it was indeed he who arranged the work when the broker was empty. In a way, this is tantamount to transferring Yang Siran to another person.

Yang Silan's deformed emotion does not recognize the affiliation and dominance relationship with other agents, which will make him very painful.

Geng Jinwei made him want to understand that after enough, he went to the company to find Qi Zhao. Yang Siran had never been there. He is ready to stop filming and acting as an actor. When he is idle, he writes and writes songs for some money. This is also very good. This was not the case before.

Geng Jinwei came back after drinking too much at night, and Yang Siran went to meet him at the door. Geng Jinwei did drink high, his eyes swept around his face, Yang Siran leaned in, and Geng Jinwei did not refuse. Yang Siran bit a sober candy between his teeth, and passed the kiss to Geng Jinwei's mouth.

Geng Jinwei frowned and asked, "What is it?"

Yang Silan said softly: "Wake up candy, you have it."

Geng Jinwei still curled his eyebrows, and finally didn't spit it out, but he didn't put it in his mouth and swallowed it directly. Yang Siran pursed her lips, and honestly waited for the other person to take a shower, without any extravagance.

In the shower, Geng Jinwei's hand unconsciously put a moment on Yang Siran's head. After drinking, his throat was a little dumb and dumb, and it sounded less serious: "I don't want to film again, do I."

"No," Yang Siran lay on his chest and replied, "I want to shoot."

"Want to shoot who you are fighting against." Geng Jinwei said with his eyes closed, there was always a little cold in his voice.

Yang Siran was accustomed to the coldness in his voice, honestly speaking back, not rubbing his chest, and not being coquettish: "I have no competition, I can be very obedient."

Geng Jinwei's chest twitched slightly when he spoke, and Yang Siran's ears were numb. He heard Geng Jinwei say above his head: "You want me to take you, what is your identity."

Yang Siran immediately answered: "I have no identity."

Geng Jinwei said: "Look at who I have brought, I have only been in charge of Shao Yi in the past few years. You have to sit on equal foot with him, is it against the sky?"

Yang Siran looked awkward, he immediately got up and said sincerely: "I didn't think about it that much, and I didn't dare."

"Don't you dare." Geng Jinwei still closed his eyes, faintly, "You dare not think, others dare. I will take you personally who you are."

"I'm nobody," Yang Siran said, "... I was wrong."

Geng Jinwei did drink too much that day, and would tell Yang Siran about it. His words weren't very pleasant, and they were irritating, but Yang Si not only did not feel uncomfortable, but on the contrary he felt quite warm. In his own opinion, Geng Jinwei, who told him this, could even be said to be gentle.

Yang Siran was indeed obedient and settled. After Geng Jinwei said this, Yang Siran didn't think about going back to filming anymore. After that, Geng Jinwei asked him again if he wanted to film, and he all answered directly: "I don't want to."

Geng Jinwei's eyes swept a few times around him, and he didn't tell him much.

Playing music, writing songs, this kind of life is very good. He is not short of money, and the songs he writes can be worth a few if they are sold in the sky. His Weibo has rarely been updated in a few months, and he is almost ready to retire, but he received Geng Jinwei's news one day.

-Come to the company in the afternoon.

Yang Siran was unexpected and went early. When the company met his later assistant, and learned that the company had prepared him to make a movie, he was notified to try the show next week. Yang Siran looked at Geng Jinwei in a daze, then nodded respectfully: "Okay, President Geng."

That night in Geng Jinwei's house, Yang Siran whispered: "I will ..."

Geng Jinwei said: "Let him follow you in the future, so you should be your assistant."

Yang Siran asked: "Will it cause you trouble?"

Geng Jinwei sneered and looked down at him: "Fucking a lot of heart, you have time to thank the wilderness, your wilderness brother helped you speak, you know who has a good relationship with you."

Yang Siran nodded.

He worked very hard that night, acting like he was using his body to return the gifts given by the gold master. In fact, only he knew that the heart in his chest agitated violently for half a night. No one understands his secret thoughts, and has lost his soul since he was young. Every point of feedback from the other side can make him feel lucky. Even if this is just the same kind of love that Jin Jin gave to the obedient lover's alms, it was enough for him to indulge in it.

Geng Jinwei twisted his ears a few times with his fingertips, and this small movement made Yang Siran tremble half of his body.

Those likes soaked in years and years, those thirsts and desires when dreaming back at midnight made Yang Siran willing to step into the soil to look up at each other.

Except for the initial broker, Yang Siran did not have any conflicts with the company. His assistant also works as an agent, and he does all the outreach, and their relationship has always been good. He didn't arrange too much for Yang Siran, and Yang Siran didn't have a shelf to play with.

Yang Siran was very upset and looked really good. He came from Fang Shaoyi's company and no one dared to step on it. Several of the debut dramas are in cooperation with the big director, although they are all small characters, but the starting point is very high. He was very fast, almost two years ago, he was among the first-line students, and his resources had to be selected. It is inevitable that oneself is in good condition, people are humble and hard, and the company has the means and capabilities.

The schedule is getting more and more full, sometimes he can't come back to the company several times in half a year.

Yang Siran was sitting in the dressing room, and his stylist was styling his hair. A perfect face was in the mirror.

The assistant sat next to him, looked up at him, and asked, "What's wrong? Did you sleep well?"

Yang Siran said: "Well, a little tired recently."

The assistant smiled and said, "Busy is a good thing."

Yang Siran smiled lightly at him from the mirror: "I know."

He held the phone in his hand and checked it from time to time for news. Seeing that he was going out, there was no movement on the phone yet. Yang Siran unlocked it, opened the chat interface again, and sent a message in the past: Miss you.

He always sent unilaterally on the chat interface, and the other party's last reply to him was last month. Since last year, he sent messages that the other party will occasionally reply, and most of them are just "um". But since last month, there has been no reply and the stone sinks into the sea.

The company is holding a young man recently, and Yang Siran has seen it in a show. The boy was in his early twenties and met Yang Siran and nodded and called him "Siran." The company praised him very well, they are all good resources.

Everyone in the company said that President Geng gave him special treatment, which was not easy.

After the French show ended, Yang Siran and his assistant were sitting on the plane returning home, and now there is no real outsider. The assistant saw him with a bad look, turned sideways, lowered his voice and said to him: "Do n’t think so much, There is no long time in this circle, you and him have been for four years, very long. "

Yang Siran pursed her lips and didn't answer.

"You are not in the same year now, and you can't stand without anyone. The trouble must be there, but it will not be killed by anyone." Assistant and Yang Siran have been tied together for more than two years, and it is indeed related to remove the work level Okay, tell him something privately, "A child ca n’t be guilty, just go with him, take each one and get what you need. Take a ten thousand steps back and say ... it is good."

Yang Siran's follow-up to Geng Jinwei must be unable to hide his assistant, this is no longer a secret. Yang Siran still didn't speak, turning his head to look at the small window. The clouds outside are quite thick, dense and beautiful, which makes people feel bored and breathless.

Yang Siran fell back directly to the company, did not return to the residence first. He knocked on the door of Geng Jinwei's office and heard him answer inside.

Yang Siran opened the door, walked in, and gently took it backhand. He looked at Geng Jinwei and called out, "General Geng."

"I'm back?" Geng Jinwei asked lightly.

Yang Siran has not returned for almost four months, and has not seen Geng Jinwei for so long. He walked quietly towards him, his eyes kept looking at each other, and he really missed it. Identity is more valuable than before, but some feelings will not change.

But his steps stopped a few steps away from the desk.

——Geng Jinwei sat on the ground beside a boy. Yang Siran caught his gaze, and the boy looked up at him, even raised his eyebrows, and said hello.

Yang Siran stood still and pursed his lower lip, then nodded and asked him a good question.

After leaving the office, Yang Siran leaned against the wall beside the door, silent for a long while, and then exhaled gently and long.

Geng Jinwei and the boy said in the door: "You go out too."

The boys were not so reluctant, and wanted to say more, but Geng Jinwei's face made him shut up. Who dare to really make a mistake here.

No one stipulates that the gold master can only have one lover, then it is not called a lover, it must be a lover. Yang Siran had this preparation at the beginning, but he was lucky, and there have been no other people around Geng Jinwei in these years. In ease, you will always forget what was supposed to happen, so that when it really comes, you will feel shocked and unacceptable. It's all a habit of calm life. Yang Siran gave a self-deprecating smile to himself in the mirror.

He wore a black silk-textured pajamas, and his skin was paler. When he sat on the bed with one leg bent, he showed a fair-skinned ankle. The visual effect was very strong, and he seemed a little demon.

At the moment of emotion, he took a bite on Geng Jinwei's throat knot. After biting, he regretted it and kissed it gently.

Geng Jinwei asked him to bite and frown, his hand squeezing **** his chin. Yang Siran was forced to raise his head, Geng Jinwei didn't know the look on his face, and asked him, "I'm angry?"

Yang Siran and he stared at each other, he did not hide, he still did not want to panic, honestly said: "I'm not angry ... but a little sad."

Geng Jinwei looked at his eyes and let go: "What's sad?"

Yang Silan's voice was a little dumb, and he answered honestly: "Sad you are not my own."

This is a bit unruly. Yang Siran should say this for the first time. Everyone is a little bit better after a long time, and even he is no exception.

Yang Siran hugged Geng Jinwei's neck and buried his face in his neck, screaming stickyly: "Uncle ..."

Geng Jinwei rubbed a hand on his neck.

Indifferent people can drown people by doing these slightly tender movements. Yang Siran closed his eyes and asked, "Does he call you that?"

Geng Jinwei looked at him again, and then his big hand grabbed twice randomly on his head, and the movement was not light. Yang Siran made him open his eyes. Geng Jinwei looked at his reddish eyes and did not return to him. , Just suddenly said: "So many young boys and girls, don't try it?"

Yang Siran was immediately nervous and blinked and asked, "Did you hear anything? I haven't. I haven't been in trouble, I'm clean."

It was indeed clean, and for so many years, he even pitifully touched himself too few times.

Geng Jinwei didn't know anything. The man in his arms was always obedient, but in his bones he was a stubborn person. His eyes were clearly written in his eyes, and the light in his eyes had not been extinct in these years.

That night Yang Siran almost fainted, letting himself go. He had a wet palm and wanted to grab Geng Jinwei's hand, but he didn't feel it. Geng Jinwei suddenly said to him, "Come here."

Yang Siran blinked softly, his eyelashes trembling. He didn't dare to speak loudly and asked softly: "... what?"

Geng Jinwei plucked a falling eyelash on his face and said in a deep voice: "Just come here, don't come again."

Yang Siran's age is so good that it is a good time. For some people, it's a blessing to get together with the old gold master. Most of the gold masters are generous, with a considerable breakup fee. In the future, if they have the resources in hand, they will not forget the obedient lover. Even Yang Silan ’s assistant quietly said to him: "This is a good thing, Geng will not treat you badly. In the future, as long as you do n’t talk to Su Chen, do n’t talk to him, let ’s not find it awkward for us, how easy our days are. You are not a small person in our company anymore. It is better to earn money by making a down-to-earth film. "

Anyone who knows this feels that Yang Siran is earning a lot of money. Lord Jin has held him with all his heart for several years, and now people do n’t have to carry such a basin of black water anymore, and they are clean.

But Yang Silan was not following him at first. He didn't think he could make himself popular. He never thought about it.

So some things are just like drinking water.

Yang Siran saw Geng Jinwei from the first sight at the age of seventeen to now, almost 13 years ago.

When he followed Geng Jinwei, he trampled himself in the soil to like this person. This was his own willingness, and he wanted to like it with this gesture. Others may seem cheap. But not cheap, he was born this kind of person, his emotions have been in this form from the beginning, he does not feel that this is lower than other people's feelings, they have chosen his own, the heart has no high or low.

But this does not mean that Yang Siran really has no bones, really shameless.

Like it or not? That must be like it, and it hasn't diminished. But Yang Sran didn't really go to Geng Jinwei's house anymore and never put his legs in the office. When I met, I respectfully nodded and called "Geng Zong", at most it was when people left to look at him quietly for a few seconds.

Do n’t worry about how much you like it. Being able to spend a few years with him has been a kind treatment of fate. Not every heartbeat can have a result. Compared with many unrequited unrequited love, he is already too lucky.

"Brother Shao, Brother Wilderness," Yang Siran's seat was in a row behind them. He saw the couple immediately greeted him, "You two are so handsome today."

"We are not handsome anymore?" Yuan Ye smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Is your Yuan Ye brother not handsome, or your brother Shao Yiyan can't move?"

"No," Yang Siran said quickly, "mainly because you don't usually wear a suit."

Fang Shaoyi also greeted him, and whispered to him: "Zhou Dao is over there. After he has gone, go to say hello. Last time you temporarily pushed his play, it's easy for you to pass it. People, speak up. "

Yang Siran now has much contact with them, which is quite familiar. Fang Shaoyi sometimes tells him like this. Yang Siran always listens very carefully, he can remember everything he says to him, and he can do the same.

There is no shortage of actors or small stars at the festival. Yang Siran also saw Su Chen, and it is now said that President Geng spoiled him so much that he would coax people like a goblin. The little boy laughed brightly and was flattering.

He called Yang Silan, talked to him, still called "Siran Brother".

Yang Siran has always been friendly. Others looked at the two of them as brothers, friends, and brothers. Looking back, it is estimated that they can take some photos and fry a cp. Yang Siran didn't want to speculate with him, but he had a lot of cp in his debut over the past few years. He was often **** and speculated, but he didn't think much about it. So when Su Chen leaned over to get closer, Yang Si retreated quietly without giving him a chance.

A former and former lover of the gold master, the team is really embarrassed to be so cp.

Su Chen didn't care about his lack of cooperation, and said with a smile: "Add a WeChat, Brother Siran?"

Yang Siran took out his mobile phone and scanned the code. Su Chen lowered his head and whispered, "The sugar is delicious. Can Brother Sran take a bite?"

Added as a friend, Yang Siran picked up his phone and smiled lightly and said, "Take it."

The sugar is indeed delicious, Yang Siran carefully contained for four years. Now Su Chen let him divide his mouth, not to mention Yang Siran reluctant to score him. What is his score? He is gone.

The wilderness knew about him, Yang Siran told him a long time ago. Su Chen saw Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye as enthusiastically as a fan. Later, the wilderness made a joke with Yang Siran and said, "Isn't this Geng Gexin Huan?"

He didn't know that Yang Siran stopped following Geng Jinwei anymore. Yang Siran smiled and said to him, "Yes, my sweetheart made me lose it."

The field raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

Yang Siran sighed, his eyes sullen and chuckled: "Young and lively, who can dislike it."

He finished the field but laughed with a sneer, pressed on top of his head, and threw a sentence: "I don't think so. You can't understand your sweetheart, and you haven't worked for so many years. Think about it."

Yang Siran looked up at him, and the wilderness only said: "Enlighten."

There is nothing else to be understood, and people are gone. He has understood this relationship for more than ten years, and there is nothing he can't figure out. Only when you have figured it out can you really be so free and easy, not to be entangled, and only to mention so much from the young to the later likes. Performing himself as a greedy lover who traded flesh for resources, he didn't want to be greedy, he had already figured it out.

Yang Siran rarely took the initiative to contact him, and only sent simple blessing text messages during the holidays.

On Geng Jinwei's birthday, Yang Siran sent him a message: Happy birthday and hope for safety.

Geng Jinwei replied to him: Thank you.

Yang Siran looked at the two words, his fingers scratching on the screen, and then he moved his heart, never reluctantly, and did not know how to reply deeply.

The former gold owner was indeed generous and did not have to say so. Yang Siran's position in the company hasn't changed a bit. He has a lot of good resources. The company brought him money for filming, and the super first-line luxury endorsement has also been obtained. Yang Si then came and sent a message to Geng Jinwei every time he got any precious resources: Thank you and hope for safety.

Reunion in the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking for peace.

Merry Christmas and peace.

Happy New Year, resign from the old and welcome the new, and hope for peace.

Geng Jinwei replied to him in the New Year: Happy New Year.

Xu is too beautiful outside the fireworks, it seems that Yang Siran in the room is extremely deserted and lonely. He looked at the four words on the screen, but he didn't control himself. It seemed that he was afraid to repent, he quickly edited out a few words, and then clicked to send: I miss you.

There must be no reply to this. Yang Siran is not a stalker, and the other party will not drag on the mud and water. After it is broken, it will be cleaned cleanly, and there is no time when the lotus root is broken.

Yang Siran never lacked such a condition to pursue him. Actresses and actresses with similar identities in the circle, or younger ones, or those rich and powerful gold owners. Yang Sran can find a good house for himself as long as he looses his mouth, and the young and handsome ones are not without them.

But Yang Siran couldn't relax his mouth. His heart was all in one person, and it had disappeared in that person for many years.

He is a member of Fang Shaoyi's company and a person in the hands of Geng Jinwei. Most of the time, he doesn't have to be too embarrassed to keep himself in danger. He doesn't want others to embarrass him. But there are always times when the sperm of the capitalist who has been through the three patrols has a brain, and Yang Siran can't let himself retreat properly.

At the dinner table, a trick was taken. At night, someone took the card and swiped the door of the hotel. Yang Siran was hot in his sleep. Someone lifted his jacket in the hazy, Yang Siran's eyes could not see clearly, but just reached out and touched the man's arm to scare himself out of cold sweat.

As soon as you put your hands together, you know that it is not him. He turned over and evaded like a conditioned reflex, and his hands and feet were soft, but fortunately he was always there, and he still got away.

Yang Siran was unconscious and touched the phone and dialed the number engraved in his head. The voice in the earpiece was hoarse and low, but not indifferent. Hearing the temperature in his ears, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I ..." Only when I opened my mouth, I realized that my throat was so dumb that I could not speak clearly. The nerves of the brain under the control of drugs had been disordered. With a desperate gasp in the chaos, I collapsed on the ground and said, "Trouble you ... I Beaten. "

"Who?" The other party's voice has always been so powerful, Yang Siran even shed tears from the corner of his eyes. He lifted his weak hands and wiped it off, and heard the other party asking him on the phone, "The address and room number were sent to me. . "

Yang Siran almost whispered in his rough voice: "... I can only be you."

Someone came soon, and they did n’t know who they were fighting and did n’t want to know until they carried them away.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw the shadow carved in his heart for many years. His eyebrows were still so deep, and the lines were still so hard. He looks too fierce and has no gentle temperament.

Yang Siran returned to his mind rationally and sincerely apologized: "I'm in trouble, Geng is sorry."

Geng Jinwei stood by the window, looked over at him, and asked him: "Did you mix in this circle on the first day? The precautions made the dog eat it?"

Yang Siran did not talk back, nodded and said: "I am not careful."

"Don't you care?" Geng Jinwei stepped over, a few steps closer to his eyes, he reached out and grabbed Yang Siran's hair to make him raise his face, and the violent voice in the voice made people tremble: "You don't Watch out? Are you sorry for me? Who are you sorry for? "

Geng Jinwei lifted his quilt, pressed his hand against his stomach, and pressed hard: "Dare to swallow anything in his mouth? The mother can't drink the added material?"

The sudden touch left Yang Silan unprepared, even his heart was shaking.

"The assistant dared to take the dinner without him, really **** big." Geng Jinwei's hand moved down Yang Siran's stomach and pressed a few inches down there, pressing the green bars on his forehead. "If you add a little more, you'll get rid of it. Do you know what it means when you get rid of it? Stupid? You'll have to play it. You have to pull it out horizontally today!"

Geng Jinwei grabbed Yang Siran's hair with another hand and exerted a little force. Yang Siran leaned even harder. Geng Jinwei gritted his teeth in front of his eyes and said, "What about your brain? I'll ask your brain!"

He really got angry, he and others often got angry, but it was the first time with Yang Siran. Yang Siran didn't make him angry for so long, which was very worrying. This time it's awesome, it's really impossible to think.

Yang Siran apologized nonstop, and said in a dumb voice: "I was wrong."

"You're wrong," Geng Jinwei let him go, Yang Siran was tilted by him, his arms leaned on the bed to sit upright, "You **** almost scared me to death."

Yang Siran forgot to speak and looked up at him. There was also a wound that knocked out last night, and his face was pale, and he looked a little angry, how pitiful and pitiful, and scared enough.

Geng Jinwei reached out and put him on his arm and pressed Yang