Chapter 25 The correct posture of sucking bamboo shoots
Feng Jingbo, this animal has always been strong in action, and he hugged Lin Xiaozhu involuntarily.
Before Lin Xiaozhu could react, he was already hugged into his arms. The force was not great, but he raised his hand and pushed it, only to find that the opponent's force was a little bit stronger, and he couldn't push it at all.
"Xiaozhu, don't make trouble. It's getting late, go to bed." Feng Jingbo said, turning off the lamp.
Lin Xiaozhu's face was stunned: "..."
Is he making a fool of yourself? He just wanted a pillow. The human world is so complicated, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.
The simple bamboo shoot was fooled by the big-tailed wolf like this, no longer resisting or complaining.
Lin Xiaozhu moved his body, couldn't help raising his hand and poked Feng Jingbo's chest.
Stiff...
Feng Jingbo's breath stagnated: "Xiaozhu, what's wrong?"
Feng Jingbo couldn't help thinking, did he shoot himself in the foot with a rock. He originally thought that Xiaozhu was so innocent and would only be held obediently.
Unexpectedly... Tonight's Xiaozhu was so enthusiastic that he couldn't imagine it at all!
"It's nothing, I just accidentally poked it." Lin Xiaozhu pursed his lips.
Feng Jingbo frowned slightly and didn't ask any further questions.
However, he knew very well that this was definitely a deliberate poke, not a so-called accident.
However, he could only silently recite Lin Xiaozhu's birthday and count down the countdown, not daring to start a meal rashly to frighten a certain cutie.
Lin Xiaozhu closed his eyes and hugged Feng Jingbo. In the darkness, there was a slightly disgusting expression on his delicate face.
This pillow is so hard!
However, he is a caring bamboo shoot, so he doesn't need that pillow, so as not to irritate the old attack. Before he goes home tomorrow, he will go to the toy store and buy another type of throw pillow.
He doesn't want to sleep with a hard wooden pillow every day!
The big-tailed wolf who succeeded didn't know yet that he had been disliked by a certain bamboo shoot... ——The
next
day, Lin Xiaozhu returned to the company.
Liu Feng first took the script and tried to practice with Lin Xiaozhu.
Lin Xiaozhu's reaction ability is not very good, answering questions is like reciting a template, and the script is overweight.
Liu Feng had a headache: "Xiaozhu, don't say this in a tone of endorsement. This book is just to give you a guide. When you play, you can temporarily play on this range and let the audience see your highlights."
Lin Xiaozhu's eyes darkened: "Brother Liu, this is... too difficult."
"Forget it. I'll help you train. You can train your tone well, don't be stage fright." Liu Feng continued to train and guide.
Lin Xiaozhu has never performed in front of so many audiences. For him, this psychological pressure is a big problem.
The training didn't end until very late, and Lin Xiaozhu dragged home exhausted. I don't even have time to buy a new pillow.
Seeing that he was exhausted, Feng Jingbo helped him pack up his clothes: "Here, your pajamas, go take a shower."
Lin Xiaozhu took the pajamas and entered the bathroom.
When sleeping, Feng Jingbo also waited on Lin Xiaozhu to cover the quilt, gentle and considerate.
The corners of Lin Xiaozhu's mouth couldn't help but rise.
Although this pillow is hard and crunchy, it's... very caring.
"Old Gong, you are so kind." Lin Xiaozhu pulled up the quilt embarrassedly, covering half of his face. A muffled voice came through the quilt.
"I was wrong, I shouldn't despise your toughness, thinking about buying a new pillow. I'll hold you to sleep in the future."
Feng Jingbo: "..."
This silly bamboo shoot, is the point of the chest hard?
Feng Jingbo was amused and helpless, but he silently hugged him tightly.
Lin Xiaozhu took out his mobile phone and opened Weibo.
He didn't want to sleep yet, he wanted to wave for a while.
On Weibo, the song organized by Feng Jingbo was over with the surrounding competition. Although Feng Jingbo's paintings were beautiful, the ranking was relatively low, not even the top three.
"How could it be? I think Lao Gong's painting is very good, and you can obviously get the first place."
Lin Xiaozhu pursed his lips, a little unhappy.
Feng Jingbo laughed: "It took me a lot of time to finish this painting, and other people's works have accumulated a lot of votes. And an account can only vote once, it's normal for me to fall behind. I don't care about the ranking, I I just want to help you publicize."
Lin Xiaozhu's heart moved slightly: "Old Gong, you are so kind to me, I don't know how to repay you."
"Repay?" Feng Jingbo chuckled and pulled Lin Xiaozhu away. into the arms.
He didn't kiss Lin Xiaozhu, but put his arms around him and buried his head between Lin Xiaozhu's neck. He didn't do anything, just leaned there quietly.
Lin Xiaozhu was at a loss, completely ignorant of what medicine was sold in his old gourd.
"Old Gong, what are you doing?"
"Sucking bamboo shoots."
Feng Jingbo's voice was low and hoarse, very sexy and charming. His breath sprayed on the neck that was left behind, it was warm, and it brought a strange numbness.
Lin Xiaozhu felt that his ears were itchy, and his heart was numb.
Suck bamboo shoots? There are too many tricks for the rich!
After Feng Jingbo had sucked enough, he let go of him reluctantly.
"It's almost 12 o'clock, I'll take a look at the list."
"What list?" Lin Xiaozhu was at a loss and leaned over.
I saw Feng Jingbo open the music software and click on the new song monthly chart. After midnight, the list immediately began to update. At the end of the list, the words "Love of Bamboo" appeared impressively.
Lin Xiaozhu was surprised: "Can I really be on the monthly list?"
"Of course. When I listen to the songs, I think your songs are very appealing. The audience is all people who know the goods. Your excellence will not be buried."
Feng Jingbo rubbed it. He rubbed Lin Xiaozhu's head, his eyes full of doting.
"If it wasn't for Lao Gong to help promote it, my songs might not have been discovered by so many people." Lin Xiaozhu couldn't help but hugged Feng Jingbo and rubbed it.
Feng Jingbo put his arms around him with a smile on his face. However, his eyes seemed to be a little darker, and there was a wordless desire and hope in his eyes.
When Xiaozhu finished the variety show, it would be Xiaozhu's birthday in a few days. At that time...
——-
"Lin Xiaozhu's song is on the monthly chart!"
This news was like a tornado, instantly sweeping the entire creative base.
Sun Yuanfeng naturally also received the news, he was restless: "Lin Xiaozhu is getting more and more popular now, if I let it go, he will threaten my status sooner or later!"
"Brother Sun..." The
agent said in a frightened manner: " There has been news from "Happy Everyday", and they have decided to increase the role of Lin Xiaozhu. That is to say, when you step down, besides you, he will be the one who will sing the song."
Sun Yuanfeng was so angry that all the cups in his hands were filled . It fell, the glass shards scattered all over the place, and the water spread all around.
"Damn it!"
Among these 12 people, Sun Yuanfeng, who has debuted for many years, has the highest status. According to the original program arrangement, after 12 of them step down, it will end with Sun Yuanfeng singing the famous song.
And now...
the curtain call of the good "one-man show" has turned into a "two-person turn", can Sun Yuanfeng not be angry?
"Brother Sun, don't be angry. The style of Lin Xiaozhu's second song is very unsuitable for him, he will get cold sooner or later!" the agent comforted.
Sun Yuanfeng snorted coldly: "That's right. He is so careless, he will overturn sooner or later. Besides, he has no stage performance experience, so he may have stage fright and perform abnormally.
" !
Compared with the gloomy clouds on Sun Yuanfeng's side, Lin Xiaozhu's side is happy.
Hu Fuguang patted Lin Xiaozhu on the shoulder: "Xiaozhu, congratulations."
"Thank you." Lin Xiaozhu scratched his head embarrassedly, "I haven't tried singing in front of so many people, so I'm a little worried."
"Come on." Hu Fuguang was also helpless.
——Time
flew by, and in a blink of an eye, Lin Xiaozhu was about to pack up and head to the variety show shooting site.
Before leaving, Feng Jingbo shackled the man against the wall of the corridor, leaned down, and kissed him.
The time of tenderness was very long, until Lin Xiaozhu was "disfigured" again. The warm time was very short, so short that Lin Xiaozhu didn't want to leave, so he wanted to stay for a while, even if he didn't say anything, he just stood there quietly for a while.
Of course, no more kisses.
"Old Gong, it's almost time, I'm leaving." Lin Xiaozhu said reluctantly and wanted to leave, but his hand still grabbed Feng Jingbo's jacket and refused to let it go. Feng Jingbo couldn't bear him either: " Xiaozhu
, take a good rest on the road. If you feel unwell, you should see a doctor immediately, you know?" Feng Jingbo held the edge of the car with one hand: "Be careful, don't knock your head." Lin Xiaozhu bent down, brushed his head over Feng Jingbo's hand, and got into the car. "Okay. Goodbye, old attack." Lin Xiaozhu waved his hand with a look of reluctance. "Goodbye, take good care of yourself." Feng Jingbo closed the car with a ruthless heart.
The driver was puzzled, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out all the way in an instant.
Feng Jingbo looked at the picture of the car going away, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Xiaozhu is too simple to worry about. He has to pack up and follow quickly, otherwise... he always feels uneasy.
And...the number of kisses has run out. Next, how is he going to trick Xiaozhu again?
——The
nanny van galloped down the highway, heading for the provinces.
In the back seat, Lin Xiaozhu leaned there, holding an ice pack and applying it a little.
In a few days, it will be autumn, and ice compresses will be uncomfortable at that time. Fortunately, the last kiss had just ended, perfect~
After the ice application, Lin Xiaozhu took out his mobile phone.
He opened a calendar, checked the records, and counted with his fingers seriously.
This month, they did it very little, less than 10 times!
Although he worked hard to supplement the old gong with vitamin E and fructose, the number of times the old gong and him did not go up but went down. Is it because I squeezed too hard before, so I didn't recover for a while?
It seems that Lao Gong's deficient body... needs to make up for it!
Lin Xiaozhu frowned slightly, thinking carefully, planning how to make up for Feng Jingbo.
If it really doesn't work, I can only persuade Lao Gong to go to the hospital.
At this time, Feng Jingbo, who was still in the room, suddenly shuddered.
The author has something to say: Ps: A little angel mentioned the little guys in the bamboo forest. I'll mark it here, maybe you didn't notice it before. Lin Xiaozhu accidentally awakened his intelligence and started repairing it when he was a bamboo shoot. He has been bamboo shoots for 500 years, but there are no small bamboo shoots. The bamboo forests are all children of his relatives! President Feng is not happy to be a father~ The
so-called same bed and different dreams~
Lin Xiaozhu: "Old Gong's condition is more serious than I imagined, so he needs to make up for it!"
Feng Jingbo: "The number of times has run out, it's time for another round of routines~"