Ye Liangkai didn’t answer, but still held him tightly. Half of his body was lying on Xie Yun Brahman’s lean chest, and his body was shrouded in deep loneliness. This loneliness entered Xie Yun Brahman’s heart bit by bit through the skin where the two met, sullenly, stiffly, and empty.
Xie Yun Brahma held Ye Liangkai’s hand tightly and bent his head tightly, licking his lips gently. Ye Liangkai’s rare sight responded to his ear to suppress the painful sound "fuck me hard"
Xie Yun Brahman’s heart sank a little, pushed it away and clung to him. Ye Liangkai climbed out of bed and turned his back on him and refused to say, "I’m not a narcotic."
"Ha ha ha, I almost made a mistake again. Poetry Warbler doesn’t like me and men to do that kind of thing." Ye Liangkai smiled and hung tears in his eyes, and finally fell to quickly get dizzy and wet the golden silk pillow.
"You go home." Xie Yun Vatican finally couldn’t stand the fact that there was a stuffy fire in Ye Liang’s happiness and it quickly burned his reason.
Once he sent Ye Liang home because his sister Xie Yunling came. He didn’t want the two of them to meet, so he sent Ye Liang home. When she left her front foot this morning, he sent someone to take it back. Ye Liangkai, who lives in a man named Qi, knows that this man’s heart is full of the dead woman. What is his Xie Yun Brahman?
He wants to get into Ye Liang and shovel every trace left by that woman. He wants this man to miss him in his heart and brain.
Driving him home, Ye Liangkai took out his mobile phone and dialed a message to Xie Yun Vatican. He was quickly picked up by Xie Yun Vatican and said grumpily, "What are you doing calling?"
Leaves cool open heard him full of gunpowder sound paused and asked "what’s wrong with Liu Qingya?"
"Can’t die" The man’s tone was so bad that he was instantly hung up. Ye Liangkai blinked his eyelashes slowly and put away his mobile phone with a sigh of relief.
As soon as the brain came, the poem warbler returned to him. Somehow, her face became blurred and chaotic, and she couldn’t remember it in her brain. Ye Liang was happy and suddenly became anxious. His brain would forget the poem warbler. How can this be done?
"Driver, please drive faster. I want to go home and see my wife." Ye Liangkai suddenly got excited and shouted anxiously patting the driver’s chair back in the recoil.
"Mr. Ye’s death is over. Don’t you want to be alive?" The young driver sounded very humble. Ye Liangkai tried to knock on the back of the chair and slowly took back his hand. "Really?" Without waiting for the driver to speak, he simply said, "I forgot her. She will be sad. She is sometimes stingy."
The young driver didn’t answer the phone, and the car was calm again. The leaves opened and sank into the thoughts. Love can make people alive and quiet.
Ye Ma stood at the door early, waiting for him. Ye Liangkai was greeted by someone carrying the car. He looked at him and said, "Go out for a trip, your face is a little fleshy, and your spirit is better. You finally survived. Whoops!" Ye Liangkai looked at his mother and stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. She often sighed in her heart. Don’t forget the photos of Poet Warbler.
When Ye Liangkai left, someone suddenly stopped him behind him and said humbly, "Mr. Ye, you left something behind."
Leaves cool open a little strange, some doubts in my mind, and I turned my head and saw the young driver trotting over and respectfully handing a beautifully designed local suit cuff link. This thing is familiar, but I can’t remember when I wore it, and I dare not rashly take it.
"Mr. Ye, when you came back from Master Xie’s birthday party a month ago, you left it in the car." The young driver said very accurately that when you found this cufflink, the leaves were cold and turned red, and your face was afraid to look straight at the young driver with his head slightly lowered. The memory of the young driver was like that the tap was unscrewed and poured out. Everything was heard by the driver in the back seat of the car that day, right?
Ye Liangkai didn’t expect his shame to be firmly remembered by others. He took the cufflinks in embarrassment and thanked them shyly. He couldn’t wait to drill a hole directly and hide in it.
Chapter one hundred and nineteen Three visits to the cottage
Just after breakfast, Feng-Chiao Lin quickly washed the dishes in the window sink while sitting leisurely on the sofa in the living room with his newspaper in his hands. "When you were not at home, a young girl named Qi looked for you and sent back many things, but I refused."
Ye Liangkai smell speech narrowed his black eyes and frowned, thinking carefully in his mind to find a young woman named Qi. After thinking for a long time, she really didn’t have a clue, so she asked, "Did she say her name and come to see me?"
Feng-Chiao Lin turned the water to open the bowl and cleared it in the current, frowning and meditating, saying, "It seems that I can’t remember the name of Qi Yu or Qi Yue. She said that she worked as an assistant at your hand for a while and wanted to come and see you when I heard that you were injured."
Ye Liangkai suddenly realized when he heard this sentence that he had almost been caught by a poem warbler with his little assistant Qi Yue rolled sheets. I didn’t expect that she was quite intentional and didn’t know whether her work was smooth or not.
"Did she leave a message?"
"Didn’t say anything, just hope you get well soon." Feng-Chiao Lin put the bowl away and came over to pick up the apple in front of the tea table and cut it as he said.
"Oh," Ye Liangkai gently replied, without continuing to ask, to continue to concentrate on newspapers. Ye Liangkai likes reading paper things and feels that reading on his mobile phone or brain is always less realistic.
"How about eating a fruit with this right hand?" Feng-Chiao Lin handed the peeled apple in his hand to Ye Liang. He was very worried that his fracture had healed after three weeks. After all, his son had to act after he was an actor.
"It was good two weeks ago, but you didn’t trust me to hang up for another week." Ye Liangkai took the apple with a rusty right hand and chewed it. It was quite sad. It was too much trouble to glance at the white plaster on his right leg.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, and Feng-Chiao Lin immediately went out. After a while, he was followed by a thin young man with a standard head. The man noticed his sight, raised his head and smiled shyly at his mouth and asked him, "Brother Kai, are you hurt better?"
I haven’t seen this shy young assistant for a long time, but his shyness hasn’t changed. Looking back, when I was dating Shiying, I let Zhang Xiaojun hide it and finally caused him to leave. Now I still feel very sorry for this little assistant, but today it’s really strange that two leaving assistants came to see him one after another.
Ye Liang smiled back and was eating an apple in his hand. He motioned to sit next to the sofa and spread a friendly smile and asked, "Sit down. How did you think of coming to see me?"
Zhang Xiaojun sat awkwardly on the sofa, rubbing his palms nervously and lowering his head for a long time, and said, "I can take pictures."
Ye Liangkai smiled and congratulated and said "Congratulations" and then said, "It’s a pity that you were born as a small assistant as a director."
When the little assistant was fired, he asked Zhang Xiaojun what he wanted to do. The shy young man seemed to think of something beautiful, but his shy face was broken in a blink of an eye. He shook his head for the first time and said, "I want to be a director and show my conscience to the audience, but when I am a director, I need a lot of money and I have to get through a lot of things, but I will try my best to say it."
"It’s a good thing to have an ideal. Don’t give it up. I haven’t given up my goal until today. I believe you can make a film of your own." He seemed to pat the young man on the shoulder and said this sentence. Later, he arranged for Zhang Xiaojun to go to Zhang Chaojiu’s place. Although he was very delicate at that time, Zhang Chaojiu still accepted Zhang Xiaojun as a little assistant.
"Thanks to Brother Kai, you introduced me to director Chao Jiu, where I learned a lot from him, but he also took care of me." Zhang Xiaojun said that Zhang Chaojiu’s eyes were full of admiration and admiration. He came to Zhang Chaojiu as a genius boasted by others, and he was very jealous in his heart that he had a good family, but after contact, he found that this person was really amazing.
Feng-Chiao Lin then brought a cup of hot tea and bent down in front of Zhang Xiaojun. He quickly bent down and thanked him, "Thank you so much for your hard work."
Feng-Chiao Lin looked at the polite guy and smiled while covering her mouth. "You’re welcome to treat this place as your home is not so detained." Zhang Xiaojun nodded, but the grateful color still didn’t fade or it was very detained. Feng-Chiao Lin couldn’t help but shake his head funny.
Ye Liangkai continued their conversation after his mother left and asked "Have you started filming yet?"
Zhang Xiaojun shook his head and said truthfully, "I’m still preparing to shoot in three months as planned."
Ye Liangkai nodded and continued to ask, "Do you have all the funds?" It is not unreasonable to ask this question. Zhang Xiaojun has no money to take pictures. Maybe he came to him to invest or borrow money, and this person is a thin-skinned person. Maybe he is embarrassed to speak.
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