One Pet Gets Married

The bag fell to the ground, and Tang You stood there calmly, his eyes fixed on Song Xici's body and couldn't move away, feeling everything in his head mixed together.

"Why do you sweat so much?" Song Xici stretched out his hand and wiped her forehead.

"It may be that you have drunk too much..." Tang Youan looked at her lips. There is also a white neck, "It's a bit awkward even with my brain... I always think about something I don't have."

"Then you go to the sofa to rest first? I'll cook it and bring it to you?" Song Xici stretched out her hand, turned out a little of her collar, and stroked her hands down again to smooth her out.

After that, Song Xici turned around again and walked to the kitchen.

The shirt is a bit big and loose, reaching up to her knees and slightly penetrating, so that people can see the dim lines of her body.

Tang Youan looked at her back, looked up at the ceiling, leaned over and picked up the bag, walked to the sofa and sat down, raising his hand and rubbing his temple.

It's uncomfortable... But she doesn't even have a trustworthy person who can listen, and the Internet is said to be too insecure. I don't know where to resolve these emotions.

Looking up at the honey water and the small plate of cakes on the coffee table, Tang Youan took a few sips of the honey water, and then picked up the small plate of cakes.

On the small white plate, the small cake was born in a boxy shape, a layer of cake with a layer of cream and a layer of red strawberry slices, and a small silver steel fork was placed next to it.

I dug a corner and put it in my mouth, I only felt sweet and sour, but not too greasy. Probably because it was made by Song Xici, she ate everything clean.

Tang Youan suddenly began to think about what happiness is. When I first came here, when I didn't understand anything like a child, I was very happy. Later, because of curiosity, when I started to explore, the process was also very happy. But now, there are more things to understand, but not as comfortable as that.

The desire for all kinds of things also quietly rose up. Whether it's for the career or Song Xi's speech.

Throwing the fork back into the white plate, Tang Youan took out his mobile phone to check the date when he entered the crew, and found that it was not far away, just colliding with the start date of the previously recorded program. Originally, Tang Youan wanted to watch the show with Song Xici at home.

Ouyang Du pays attention to efficiency in his work. After determining the role, he immediately determined the dates for the start-up banquet.

So, it's almost time to clean up these two days. However, this filming is going to other cities, not in Rongcheng, Tang Youan is still a little looking forward to it.

After thinking about it, Tang Youan went online again.

I saw that after the fact that Song Xici was selected for the role of Xiao Yujun was revealed, a group of lunatics began to restless again. Although everyone does not know what the story is, Ouyang Du revealed in an interview that the second female is more amorous.

As a result, everyone is probably squirting, saying that Song Xici is not suitable for this character at all, and if she is allowed to act, it is basically a ruin.

The rhythms of most marketing accounts make people very dismissive of Song Xici, but the comments of ordinary people who eat melons are not bad. Although they are also very impressive, they are not very lacking in quality.

Until Tang Youan accidentally hit a comment and saw someone comment "Come and see @朝拜地, you will know a new Song Xici."

So Tang Youan clicked on the blogger called "The Place of Worship", and saw that she posted a photo of Jiugongge, which contained all kinds of pictures of actresses in coquettish costumes. The first one was Liao Bixin, and she saw her. The fox's tail swayed, dressed in ice-blue clothes, went to the crystal chair, and put his hand under his chin, his eyes were very enchanting.

In the middle, Zhang is the kind of silly little white flower that Song Xi Ci played, similar to the kind that the male protagonist would bite her lip and lower her head as soon as she stood over.

Then, the accompanying text of this blog is: "Song Xiaobai defeated so many people to get this role, amazing, amazing."

After clicking on the comment, I saw that the people in it were all mocking, and they were all words that normal fans would never use.

What "Xiao Bai Wannian Bailian face, why is the battle so strong this time?", "Who dare to say that Ouyang Du didn't have eyes, please die first, Xiaobai rolled his eyes under his legs last night, can he not see clearly? "Hahaha xswl, Bai. How blind is the fan to believe that they walk by strength?"...

In short, one by one, the words can be as ugly as they are.

Tang Youan frowned and pressed his heart full of anger, and then clicked on the blogger’s account, and saw the introduction on the homepage saying "Laughing Baidi, Bai. Fan, don’t come from being boring", and there are currently two fans. Wan looks like.

The top is:

"It's not a job gang, confiscated money. Don't ask me why I want to be black and white. I can't afford it. I just don't like her. Why, can't everyone like her anymore? Everyone has to like her? It’s just a gathering place for a bunch of people who can’t understand her. If Bai Fan feels so unbearable, please automatically go back and cook for you to wash your feet. Don’t let me scold and cry and you call me bad. Please cooperate with boots."

Then accompanied by a broken photo of Song Xici.

The second Weibo read: "This blog has only 20,000 followers soon after it was opened. It's amazing. I thought she was a messy coffee. Not many people remember it."

Then the following hot comment is: "Indirectly proves that there are more white and black fans than normal fans. If she knows this **** fact, she should go home and cry. After all, she was crying when the crew waited for a while before it was her turn to shoot. People who harp. [Funny]"

Then there was a lot of echoing speech below.

Tang Youan suddenly remembered the story Song Xici had told himself before. It was a scene shot by Song Xici when he was still a student and a newcomer. I waited for a night without my turn, so I cried and swollen eyes when I went home at night. At that time, Tang Youan also said that the director was not, but Song Xici stopped him from saying that.

This kind of thing can be ridiculed...Tang Youan feels that the rice circle is really crazy. What's so special, a group of crazy people who catch a little sesame mung bean-sized thing will infinitely expand the ridicule and abuse, how different is life? Ideals make the hostility so strong?

Then, Tang Youan continued to look down and found that this person just grabbed Song Xici's various points and began to make a big association and mockery.

For example, the last time Song Xici hand-slipped and liked the article, she understood that the writer was hired by Song Xici herself, maybe even Song Xici wrote by herself, and then she directed and acted on her own blog and followed it with vulgarity. Hype and so on.

Then in the comments below, someone said that Song Xici loves to play big names in private, and so on.

Although the whole blog has only been opened recently, a lot of things have been posted since her debut till now. I don’t know how much I hate Song Xici, so I should have been paying close attention to Song Xici for a long time before opening the blog. Otherwise, where is there so much information?

So, who is this blogger? Tang Youan looked at the data address, and the word "overseas" was displayed on the top.

Holding the mobile phone in his left hand, Tang Youan twirled his fingers and stared there for a long time.

Looking at it, because his mind was still a little dizzy, Tang Youan used his trumpet to pay attention to the number "Worship Place", then put the phone aside, leaned his head back against the sofa, and then raised his hand and rubbed it. Rub your head.

At this moment, in the kitchen, Song Xici looked at the noodles in the pot and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief into the air. Tang Youan's appearance just now seems to be crooked, right? Or is it just that you want to get it crooked? !

Anyway, I'm ashamed! Thinking about it, Song Xici put down the long bamboo chopsticks he was using to stir the noodles, then raised his hand to cover his face and jumped on the spot several times. Really, no face, no face, no face!

Oh my God, she was born young, she was caught off guard, she almost broke her waist by herself!

Not long after Tang Youan squinted, there was the sound of footsteps nearby, so she opened her eyes and looked over there.

I saw Song Xici holding a bowl of noodles, walking over with a pair of chopsticks, and placing it on the coffee table in front of her.

I saw some oil stars floating on the soup, but it was still clear. The white soft noodles were covered with bamboo wheels and pork slices, and some green onions were sprinkled. It smelled very fragrant.

"Taste it according to the tutorial?" Song Xici said, handing the chopsticks to her.

Tang Youan glanced at the noodles in front of him, then looked at her again. Song Xici was standing next to him at this time. Although the hem of the shirt reached his thigh, after all, some important areas were looming, and there was really no way to make people careless.

Taking the chopsticks, Tang Youan moved the lower bar. At this moment, Song Xici turned around and took out a bottle of milk from the refrigerator, took out the script from a small drawer, and walked towards Tang Youan.

"Is the cake finished? Is it delicious?" Putting the script on the coffee table, Song Xici squeezed the carton of milk, and then sat beside Tang Youan.

Tang Youan picked up a bunch of noodles, and just turned his head, he saw Song Xici tidying up the hem of his legs. Her legs looked white and tight under the light.

"It's delicious, much better than the one in the restaurant." Tang Youan nodded and stuffed the noodles into his mouth.

In fact, it's really delicious, delicious, except that the noodles are slightly softer and lack toughness, but it's not a big problem. She was a little surprised that Song Xici was able to improve her cooking skills to this point in a short period of time, with a taste of broth. after all. She didn't know that Song Xici had lost the soup treasure in it. And, she may automatically open the taste bud filter.

"If it tastes delicious, eat more." After Song Xici finished speaking, she put her legs on her legs, and then spread the script on her legs, drinking milk while watching the script.

After taking a bite of the greens, Tang Youan thought for a while, took out a paper towel and wiped his lips: "By the way, has someone repaired the kitchen window?"

"Oh, it has been repaired." Song Xici raised his head and looked over there.

"That's good." Tang Youan nodded.

After a while, Tang Youan finished eating the noodles, put down his chopsticks, thought about it, and carefully asked, "Did you go online today?"

"How can an internet addicted girl not surf the Internet?" Song Xici put the milk on the coffee table.

"So..."

"Are you worried about things that will make me unhappy when questioned by netizens?" Song Xici looked at her sideways.

"Xi Ci, won't you be unhappy?" Tang Youan frowned, "This is no longer a question. Many of them are simply attacking."

It is of course impossible not to be unhappy. Tang Youan didn't even see Song Xici screaming at Meng Meng with his mobile phone.

But Song Xici was afraid that Tang Youan was worried too much, so he shook his head: "I have cast the incorruptible body of King Kong long ago, whatever they say. Free heart proof. Or, just think about it, being hacked is a must Jinglu."

After listening, Tang Youan squeezed his hand and said nothing.

"Okay, don't care. As long as my new movie is made and everyone approves it, it will be fine. But the premise is that I really have to make a good film and can't destroy it, otherwise I will really be ridiculed by the whole network. "Song Xici turned another page of the script.

Tang Youan nodded: "You must be able to."

"Not necessarily, I'm quite embarrassed," Song Xici shook his head, "I've never played a role like this before. Not only is she a bit both righteous and evil, but she is also a very enchanting woman. Moon or something, for me, if I want to become her, the degree of difficulty is really a bit big."

After speaking, Song Xici slightly clenched a fist with one hand, pressed it against his chin, turned his head to look at Tang Youan, and slightly opened his lips: "Right?"

"Big?" Tang Youan looked at her slightly opened neckline and raised her eyebrows. Sorry, at least today... she didn't think.

"Yeah, look at my previous role, who is like this? The butterfly wing is just a little bigger, but the set is not." Song Xici looked back at Tang Youan.

After that, Song Xici twisted the paper of the script with her slender hand and said, "I'm really afraid that Director Ouyang will be disappointed in me by then."

Hearing this, Tang Youan also looked at the script: "That shouldn't be the case. After all, you were selected by Director Ouyang, which proves that he is satisfied with your audition."

"But, maybe I was just lucky that day, so I played pretty well, right? Hey...what should I do..." Song Xici sighed.

Tang Youan pondered for a moment: "Or, I will explore with you these few days? After all, there are a lot of our opponents here, just to practice."

"Okay..." After listening to Song Xici, he smiled and slapped his hands.

"However, don't worry too much. I think...you are completely competent," Tang Youan lowered his eyes to the ground, "in fact...you are quite **** sometimes."

Sexy? It was the first time Song Xici heard Tang Youan use this word to describe herself.

"You mean me?" When Song Xici heard it, he pulled his feet out of the slippers and put them on the sofa, then folded his legs to one side, and put out his hand on Tang Youan's shoulder, with the belly of the finger on top Pressed lightly.

Tang Youan turned his head to look at her, and said, "Isn't it?"

"Is there?" Song Xici said, continuing to move forward, "I'm a little curious, but you can tell me how **** I am..."

Song Xici pressed the beating drum in his heart, and then sat a little toward her, looking at her delicate and beautiful profile.

"I..." Tang Youan became hot again without knowing it.

"You lied to me?" Song Xi asked.

"Of course not." Tang Youan closed his eyes for a while.

"Youan, look at me." So Song Xici pulled Tang Youan's chin toward him.

So Tang Youan had to open his eyes again to look at her.

"Say it." Song Xi looked at her decisively.

"Today's you."

"Because I showed you part of my body?" Song Xici looked at her with a soft voice.

Tang Youan raised his eyes to look at her, a thin layer of sweat formed on his back again, and his throat was extremely dry: "What do you think?"

After listening to Song Xici, he lowered his eyes and looked to one side. After a while, he asked, "Then, do you think it looks good?"

"It looks good." Tang Youan's throat slid, and his eyes moved from her to her face.

"What is your definition of good-looking?"

Tang Youan closed his eyes after listening, and then turned his head to look at her: "Looking at it makes people want and hope."

"The desire. Hope you said refers to..." The atmosphere of the two of them has become subtle again without knowing it. But this is exactly what Song Xici wanted.

Tang Youan lowered his head and raised his head again: "Speaking bluntly, it will make people want it."

"Then, what do you mean...I will let you have such desire. Hope?" Song Xici shook her shoulder again as he spoke.

"Xi Ci, I'll ask you again, you really trust me so...Aren't you afraid of what I will do to you?" At this time, Tang Youan stretched out his hand and stroked Song Xici's neck.

Song Xici couldn't help but shrank, only to feel the heat in his neck.

"Didn't you want me to have no distance with you...what's the matter, I did it, you can't do it?" After quickly sorting out his thoughts, Song Xici smiled again.

"Mainly... I now..." Tang Youan looked at her pink lips, "My head is a little confused, I don't know what strange things I will do, are you afraid?"

"Strange things, what do you mean? Tell me." Song Xici continued to ask.

"I don't know." Tang Youan always felt that his self-control was about to be completely destroyed by the woman in front of him.

"Then...what do you want to do to me?" Song Xici met her gaze, suddenly becoming a little nervous.

"Will you forgive me if I did it?" Tang Youan looked at her, already a little confused whether this was real, an illusion, or a dream.

Song Xici looked at her, his eyes still wide open, but he was a little speechless.

"Of course I will forgive..." After a long while, Song Xi spit out these words from his throat, face to neck, and even his body, but it was even hotter.

Tang Youan looked at her for a moment, only to feel that his heart was beating harder and harder, then put his hand behind Song Xici, turned his head slightly, and kissed Song Xici's lips. I just wanted to tell her what she wanted to do and scare her, but after kissing her, Tang Youan looked like a ship out of control, unable to follow the normal trajectory, so she could only drift farther and farther, and then pried Song Xi away. Ci's teeth slid into it, plundering and seizing everything in her.

Unknowingly, Song Xici's hand on her shoulder increased, and her body was inexplicably tightened under Tang Youan's breath, and then faintly softened.

This kiss was deep and long, and Song Xici felt that he was about to be unable to bear it. He only felt that his shortness of breath was terrifying, but at the same time he hoped that it would not end too soon.

"Sorry..." For a long time, Tang Youan left her lips, still holding her, resting her chin on her shoulders, closing her eyes, "I really, maybe drinking..."

Tang Youan panted lightly, only that his head became more painful. What is she doing?

"Do you want to do this to me?" Song Xici asked after calming his breath, turning his head slightly.

"Hmm..." Tang Youan couldn't refute, "Sorry..."

"I forgive you," Song Xi said with a light movement, "You... just want to do this to me?"

"Yeah." Tang Youan nodded and slowly let go of Song Xici, looking a little embarrassed.

After that, Tang Youan sat back to the original position, rubbed his temples, and then took a glass of water and drank.

"By the way, how much wine did you drink today?" Song Xici turned his head and looked at her and asked.

"I don't know, I only know that I respected a lot of people and drank several times." Tang Youan held the water glass and raised it out.

"It's a bit weird that you didn't get drunk after drinking so much today, so what happened last time you were drunk after drinking two bottles?" Song Xici turned his head and looked at her.

"The alcohol level is different, wait a minute, which time?" Tang Youan couldn't remember anything. She had no impression of Song Xici's words.

"It's you..." Song Xici pressed her finger on the script paper on her leg, her chest undulating, turning her head to the side, "Kiss me when I was drunk, and also..."

Song Xi bit her teeth and said, "Want to **** me the time."

Tang Youan, who was drinking water, almost choked on hearing Song Xici's words.

After that, Tang Youan hurriedly put down the cup, turned his head to look at her with some trepidation, and covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently: "Why don't I remember?"

"Sure enough, you will pull people to do that kind of thing when you drink," Song Xici looked at her with a meaningful expression, "You can even forget what you did badly?"

"I really don't remember, sorry, Xi Ci..." Tang Youan loosened his chopsticks, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "I was, specifically..."

"Specifically..." Song Xici put down the milk, looked at her again, and then sat closer to her, "You were... dragged me to the bed first, and then started like this..."

The closer the distance, the faster Song Xici's heart beats. It can be described as extremely calm on the surface and panic inside, but he still forced the Oscar shadow queen to attach.

After that, Song Xici closed her eyes, kissed her lips, held her hand again, pulled it in from under her clothes, and let it fit her abdomen.

When the palm of his hand was pulled to touch the warm and delicate skin, and when his lips were kissed, Tang Youan felt that his entire head was almost exploded.

She, what a fairy, this is just... **** fairy...

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