Divorced Actor Picking Up Garbage - Chap 82
This feeling is very strange, obviously the face is still the same, and the facial features have not changed much, but they are different.
Especially those eyes, even if there is a little bit of expression, the sense of clarity is more burning than before.
Jing Shaoci just looked at it like this, and an unspeakable and extremely complicated feeling came to his heart.
Just like once he had a desire for Yan Zixiu to stop breathing, but now that the person is in front of him, this kind of extreme ecstasy as if he lost and found again made him stretch out his hand uncontrollably.
Yan Zixiu felt the other party’s fingers touch up from his thigh little by little, all the way to his lower back, and then repeatedly stroked in circles.
At this moment, he was drawing at a crucial point, and he couldn’t talk to distract him, and what was even more frustrating was that he couldn’t even give a stopping look.
Because of the blindfold, all tactile senses were infinitely magnified, and Yan Zixiu could even feel the heat from the opponent’s fingertips enter from his skin, and then penetrate into the flesh and blood.
He had never been in such close contact with anyone, and even his back began to sweat thinly.
Feeling Yan Zixiu’s legs trembling slightly, Jing Shaoci’s breathing also began to become short.
As if possessed by a demon, he pinched Yan Zixiu’s waist and sat down on him, the corner of his mouth curved with interest.
If the touch of the brush brush on the body is like a tiny flame, but Jing Shaoci’s next movement is so full of air that it burns up the entire frozen ground.
Yan Zixiu silently recited the Qingxin Jue while writing and drawing talismans at the fastest speed.
When the last stroke was made, Jing Shaoci suddenly got up and wrapped his arms around his waist, and lowered his head close to his neck like this.
Yan Zixiu felt as if his Adam’s apple had been licked by something extremely soft, and it was so itchy that it made one’s heart palpitate.
He threw away the writing brush in his hand, and the moment he pulled off the blindfold, his five fingers directly clasped Jing Shaoci’s neck, and pushed him back on the bed.
“Jing Shaoci, you…”
Before the words were finished, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open by Gu Shiyi carelessly.
“Brother Jing, that Shuotian investment project…”
Yan Zixiu was still sitting on Jing Shaoci’s body at this moment, and immediately leaned over when he saw this, and then pulled up the quilt to cover both of them.
Gu Shiyi’s scalp tingled for a while, and goosebumps spread from the base of his ears to his heels.
Although it was only for a moment, he still had a general overview of the situation.
It’s over, did he ruin Brother Jing’s good deed?
That’s not right, since he is doing this, why is Yan Zixiu still dressed neatly?
What is that red patch on Brother Jing’s body?
Thinking about it, Gu Shiyi suddenly took a deep breath.
Unexpectedly, Brother Jing, who is usually as cold as a piece of cold iron, is so interesting at this time.
Yan Zixiu is awesome.
Gu Shiyi was still crazily brainstorming, but Yan Zixiu’s cold, muffled voice came from under the quilt.
“go out.”
Gu Shiyi came back to his senses in an instant, and said in a tone that watching the excitement is not a big deal: “Okay, okay, you two continue.”
At this time, the faces of the two people in the middle were extremely close, and even their hot breaths were entangled together.
After hearing the sound of closing the door, Yan Zixiu quickly lifted the quilt, and then directly raised his fist.
At this time, Jing Shaoci’s eyes also returned to clarity. Looking at the other party’s angry look, he narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “Go ahead.”
The joints on Yan Zixiu’s hands were so tense that they turned white, his chest rose and fell continuously, but the punch did not land for a long time.
After a while, two angry words came out from between his teeth: “Bastard.”
This level of frivolity has already exceeded his tolerance, but Yan Zixiu can’t swear, and finally only choked out this sentence.
Jing Shaoci was scolded, but he heard another flavor from these two words.
His falcon-like black eyes flashed across Yan Zixiu’s face, even though he was so angry, it didn’t damage the other’s beauty in the slightest.
Yan Zixiu threw the cloth in his hand on him resentfully, and then he was about to get out of bed with his long legs.
At this moment, Jing Shaoci felt a sudden burst of air-conditioning all over his body, and then his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Yan Zixiu had made up his mind to let it go, but when he saw wisps of yin energy radiating from the opponent’s body, he couldn’t help it anymore.
Gu Shiyi came down from upstairs humming a song, Xie Qinglan saw her son’s youthful look, and thought that she had made some progress with Li Fengzhi.
“What makes you so happy?”
Gu Shi also sat on the sofa, then raised his finger to point upstairs and said, “Brother Jing and Yan Zixiu are…playing.”
Xie Qinglan looked disgusted, “You two are playing together, making you so happy? You might as well go and coax your daughter-in-law to me because you have such a leisurely life.”
Speaking of Li Fengzhi, the expression on Gu Shiyi’s face suddenly faded, “I haven’t told him about his grandma yet.”
Jing Shaoci sent someone to carry Grandma Li’s urn back from her hometown. Gu Shiyi only told Li Fengzhi that his grandma was in a safe place, but he secretly found the best cemetery in City B to save the old man’s urn. The ashes were buried.
Xie Qinglan also sighed when she heard the words, then patted the back of Gu Shiyi’s hand earnestly and said, “Son, you have to treat him well in the future, do you understand?”
Gu Shiyi nodded solemnly, “Definitely.”
During dinner at night, Jing Shaoci did not go downstairs, only Yan Zixiu was alone.
“Xiuxiu, where’s Xiaoci?” Xie Guanxin asked.
Yan Zixiu replied, “He’s a little tired, so he’s resting upstairs.”
Xie Guanxin nodded, but Gu Shiyi raised his eyebrows playfully, but he managed to get Yan Zixiu to give him a cold look.
The next day, Daoist Suixu was ‘invited’ to the Cultural Relics Bureau by Ji Luoyu.
Before he could take a breath, Fan Daode put a piece of paper in front of Taoist Suixu.
“Master Dao, please take a look at this person’s horoscope.”
That’s it?
Sui Xudao took a long breath and said angrily: “Director Fan, can’t you take a photo and send it to me on WeChat?”
Fan Daode put on a serious expression and said, “This matter is serious. I’m afraid your signal is not good in the mountains.”
“It’s a big deal.” Sui Xudao gave him a long look, then picked up the piece of paper on the table and looked at it.
After a while, he raised his right hand to count for a while, and then said: “If the calculation is not wrong, this person should have passed away.”
Suixu is the Taoist priest of Sanqian, so naturally there will be no mistakes in such trivial matters as calculating the horoscope.
Fan Daode thought for a while, and then said with a solemn expression: “Master Dao, or you can do the calculation again.”
When Suixu heard this, his temper immediately turned up, “I’m just a simple eater, so you can ask whoever you like.”
“Trust me.” Ji Luoyu hurriedly grabbed the opponent’s arm and coaxed, “How can we not know how powerful you are?”
Seeing that Suixu’s expression softened, Fan Daode said, “It’s not that I don’t believe you, but that this person is still alive and well.”
“Impossible.” Suixu’s complexion changed, and he said with certainty: “If this person is still alive, he will be twenty-three this year, but he will definitely not survive last year.”
This is strange.
Fan Daode and Ji Luoyu exchanged glances and fell silent at the same time.
Seeing that neither of them spoke, Sui Xu frowned, “Is this person really alive?”
Ji Luoyu nodded, “We met yesterday, and…”
He glanced at Fan Daode, saw the other party nodded, and then said: “And he is a celestial master.”
Suixu was shocked for a moment, his whole body was dumbfounded.
“This, this is absolutely impossible!”
Fan Daode simply asked someone to bring the materials, and then opened them and spread them in front of Suixu.
“He took No. 87, and ten people went in at that time. Except for two people who were slightly injured, these nine ordinary people were all taken out by him completely.”
Suixu’s eyes were opened like walnuts, and he stepped forward to flip through the pages of the information.
He looked carefully for a long time, then turned around and said, “Director Fan, is there any video?”
“Have.”
After more than an hour, Suixu slammed the table and said decisively: “This person who practiced sorcery, how could he be a celestial master?”
In the eager anticipation of the audience and fans, “Different Cohabitation” has finally reached the day when the second episode will be broadcast.
But at ten o’clock this morning, the official Weibo of the program group issued an apology statement.
[Due to force majeure, the first season of “Different Cohabitation” only has two episodes. The program team would like to issue the most sincere apology for this, and hope that the audience can understand. ]
As soon as this Weibo was posted, it didn’t take long for it to become a hot search.
The forwarding and comments were either full of question marks or asking why, but the program team did not respond to this.
“Zixiu, the audition time has been arranged, we will fly to N City next Wednesday to meet the assistant director first.”
Yan Zixiu nodded, “Okay.”
“There is also a perfume endorsement…”
The two of them exchanged work content together, and Yan Zixiu found that since that incident, Li Fengzhi’s professional ability seemed to have improved greatly.
“Your Weibo fans reached 1000 million yesterday, and the company wants you to make a video as a fan benefit.”
Li Fengzhi took out his mobile phone, tapped it and handed it to him, “I have selected a few in the past two days. These are the styles that are more popular recently. You can refer to them.”
At this time, Jing Shaoci was in the company, listening to his subordinates report the situation.
“Since the broadcast of the variety show, the stock price of our pharmaceutical company has risen by the limit for three consecutive days, with an increase of 2.84%.”
Until he finished speaking, the president’s expression didn’t change at all, let alone a word.
“President?”
Jing Shaoci raised his eyes and glanced at him, then said expressionlessly: “You go out first.”
“it is good.”
After the office door was closed, Jing Shaoci got up from his seat and walked to the French windows.
Why did I treat Yan Zixiu like that yesterday?
Recalling the way he used his hands and feet, even Jing Shaoci felt that he was out of control like possessed by a demon.
A ridiculous thought just surfaced, but he forced it back.
Impossible, even if he likes him, Yan Zixiu likes him.
As soon as Li Fengzhi left in the afternoon, the three of Ji Luoyu came to Jing’s house.
The moment Suixu saw Yan Zixiu, he staggered and took two steps back.
Yan Zixiu didn’t pay attention to his actions at all. He just looked at Fan Daode calmly and said, “Director Fan, I think I made it very clear last time.”
Fan Daode didn’t know what was going on with Daoist Suixu, he said it with a look of righteous indignation in the bureau, why didn’t he say anything when he came here.
Seeing this, Ji Luoyu opened his mouth and said, “Mr. Yan, we are here today for something else.”
“What’s the matter.”
Ji Luoyu’s Adam’s apple slid up and down, and said nervously, “It’s probably inappropriate to say it here…”
Yan Zixiu glanced at Daoist Suixu with a vague gaze, and said, “Then go out and talk about it.”
Just as the four of them walked out, the senior disciple Suixu who was far away on Tianzhou Mountain received a message:
[If you die as a teacher today, remember to burn a few more incense sticks when you settle down in the morning and evening. ]
After Yan Zixiu was invited to the office last time, Fan Daode went out and called Wei Chu.
“Xiaowei, where have you been?”
Wei Chu replied on the other end of the phone: “Fan Chu, I’ll be at the bureau soon.”
After hanging up the phone, Fan Daode closed his eyes and let out a long breath.
I hope that with Jing Shaoci present, Yan Zixiu will not be ruthless.
Waiting for Yan Zixiu to sit down here, Daoist Sui Xu gritted his teeth and saluted, “Master.”
This title is the highest title of respect in Taoism, and in terms of practice alone, it is not injustice to make use of this etiquette.
Yan Zixiu sat there calmly, but raised his hand.
His every move seems to be very casual, but with a natural nobility.
A pair of eyes are bright and clear, but when looking at you, they seem to be able to see through all your thoughts, making people have nowhere to hide.
Judging from his appearance alone, Ji Luoyu couldn’t figure out why Yan Zixiu was a bad person.
Now that the person has been invited, Suixu is also ready to die, and said bluntly: “I don’t understand something, and I hope the elders can enlighten me.”
Yan Zixiu looked at him and gestured for him to continue.
Suixu took a deep breath, and said in a sharp tone: “Master has such a way, even if he loves someone, he shouldn’t do that kind of thing.”
Yan Zixiu’s expression remained unchanged, and he said in a cold voice, “You mean Jing Shaoci.”
Suixu took a step forward, puffed out his chest and said, “Not bad.”
Before Yan Zixiu could open his mouth, Suixu picked up a piece of material from the side and said: “This Gu has now been completed, and Mr. Jing must have deeply rooted in you.”
Yan Zixiu’s pupils constricted for a moment, “What did you say?”
Suixu thought that he would not admit it, so he went all out and said: “Mr. Jing has the haunting Gu in his body, if you didn’t install it, how could you not discover it?”
When watching the video before, Jing Shaoci turned around in the camera, allowing Suixu to clearly see the red line on the base of his ear.
If it was done by someone else, Yan Zixiu could have eliminated it long ago, so how could it be delayed until now.
At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open.
The two people outside the door heard what they just said clearly.
Jing Shaoci walked up to Yan Zixiu, took his hand and walked out the door.
Suixu said urgently: “Mr. Jing, your body…”
Before he finished speaking, Jing Shaoci turned around and said, “You want to say that Yanzi has cultivated Gu in my body.”
“That’s right!”
Jing Shaoci sneered, “Since it’s on me, it’s none of your business.”
