A Walk-On Actor Who Wants To Be A Baker [不想当蛋糕师傅的演员不是好龙套]

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 20

When Fang Qiao got out of the elevator and saw Lu Yanzhou, his first reaction was that it was the second time that he had to put away the magazine on the bedside last time!

     Lu Yanzhou was bored waiting for Fang Qiao. He was squatting on the wall with his long legs bent while playing with his mobile phone. A small piece of light was reflected on his face in the dark, looking aggrieved.

     Fang Qiao stepped forward and poked Lu Yanzhou in the chest, carefully testing: "Mr. Lu, were you drinking too much?"

     Lu Yanzhou didn't drink much tonight, and there was a cold wind blowing the whole time, now his mind is clear.  However, for some reason, when he looked up and saw Fang Qiao, he couldn't help but pretend: "Well, it was to help you with Director Xu."

     Fang Qiao curled his lips and then helped Lu Yanzhou in for a while.

     Lu Yanzhou stood up and approached Fang Qiao's ear: "I also offended Ye Ran for you. You have to repay me tonight. Did you understand?"

     Fang Qiao went soft, he didn't care whether the logic in this statement was right or wrong, and asked Lu Yanzhou: "Don't you go to the hotel usually?"

     Lu Yanzhou continued to use his ability to open his eyes and say nonsense: "I have to save some money. You also know that I have a bad relationship with my family. I may be kicked out of the house one day."

     "..." As Fang Qiao opened the door, he whispered: "There are many company entertainers living in this apartment building. Mr. Lu, you come here like this, it's not good to be seen by others..."

     No matter what, Lu Yanzhou followed in as soon as the door opened, pushing Fang Qiao behind the door.

     Lu Yanzhou, the benefactor, has an advantage. He is very considerate in matters and he will not only care about himself.

     Fang Qiao lay on the door, taking care of both the front and the back, groaning comfortably, and his little butt kept pushing up.

     Lu Yanzhou was amused, and maliciously slowed down his hips, so Fang Qiao was stuck there and could not go in or out.

     Fang Qiao, who was unsatisfied from behind, only felt a moment of emptiness. He turned his face away in dissatisfaction and rubbed his lips on Lu Yanzhou's chin. As a result, he was pierced by Lu Yanzhou's stubble and then retracted.

     Lu Yanzhou discovered Fang Qiao's intention and smiled against the tip of his nose: "Want to kiss me?"

     The laughter was low and hoarse, Fang Qiao's whole body was crisp when his breath brushed his cheeks, he nodded without hesitation, and then his lips were caught in the next second.

     Fang Qiao closed his eyes and felt comfortable in every pore on his body. He hadn't noticed before. The feeling of kissing and making love turned out to be so good.

     Lu Yanzhou sucked hard before letting go of Fang Qiao's lips. He gasped and asked, "Why are your lips so soft?"

     Fang Qiao was dazed by the kiss. Without even thinking about it, he said, "Mr. Lu you're not hard."

     Lu Yanzhou suddenly grimaced, "Who says I'm not hard!"

     "I, I didn't mean that...ah..."

     Fang Qiao realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, but it was too late, and the stiff root in his back acupoint suddenly pushed forward heavily, Fang Qiao couldn't help screaming.

     "Isn't it hard? Huh?" Lu Yanzhou asked, speeding up the movement under him. Fang Qiao couldn't stand the stimulus, even his voice was crying, and he couldn't help begging for mercy: "The hardest, Mr. Lu, It's hard...you slow down...ha..."

     That evening from the living room to bed, Fang Qiao was forced to shout "Mr. Lu is hard" many times before being forgiven by Lu Yanzhou. Now he is so tired that he can't open his eyelids. He can only feel that Lu Yanzhou is still lying in a daze. He didn't walk around.

     Fang Qiao forced the last bit of strength and asked: "Have you contacted the driver to pick you up?"

     Lu Yanzhou was exhausted from drinking and violent exercise all night, he turned over back to Fang Qiao: "It's too late, I will sleep here, and then leave before dawn."

     Fang Qiao opened his eyes in surprise. No matter how late, he wouldn't spend the night together. It seems that he really drank too much today.

     It didn't take long for him to hear Lu Yanzhou's uniform breathing sound. On the contrary, Fang Qiao couldn't sleep. The first time he slept with Lu Yanzhou, it has always felt strange.

     "Ye Ran..." Lu Yanzhou, who was asleep, said softly in his dream.

    Fang Qiao disliked the idea of ​​meeting old friends in dreams, and then he heard Lu Yanzhou mutter: "Ye Ran, don't seduce me."

     Fang Qiao: "..."

     When Fang Qiao got up the next day, Lu Yanzhou was gone. Fang Qiao's stomach screamed out of hunger. He ran to the living room and wanted to eat the tart from the cake shop last night, but only found an empty box.

     Fang Qiao was unhappy, he looked at the crumbs in the box and said bitterly: "Playing with my ass and eating my egg tarts, wicked capitalism!"

     He put on some clothes and was about to go out for food, when the doorbell rang, when he opened the door, it turned out that it was Lu Yanzhou's assistant with a bag of crab noodles in his hand. The other party said, "Mr. Lu asked me to bring it."

     Fang Qiao took the soup bag and sat at the table, slurping it down, the soup overflowed with emotion. He couldn't help feeling: His capitalism is as good as capitalism can get.