Eternal Burning

Okay, don't cry, I'll do nothing. With a sigh, Shang Muxiao withdrew his hand and wiped the corner of my eye with his thumb.

He didn't say that I didn't notice the warmth in the corners of my eyes, and the old problem of reddening when I was excited seemed to have happened again.

I... didn't cry... I wanted to say that it wasn't crying at all. It was just a physiological reaction to excitement, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my voice shook intermittently, and it didn't make a sentence, but it was more like a hard mouth.

Hearing this, he smiled slightly, leaned down and put his lips lightly against the corner of my eyes, and his hot and humid breath hit the sensitive skin as much as possible.

You said you didn't cry, don't cry. He turned over, lay down beside me, and his breathing became slow. Teacher, it's just three things. I'll use this trick next time... I won't let you go.

I was stunned when I heard the words, but after a while, I realized that I had escaped by mouth.

With trembling hands, he hurriedly stuffed his clothes, and looked beside him in fright, Shang Muxiao had already fallen asleep at the speed of light. Perhaps it was the relationship between Jiu Jin and his mouth, his mouth was slightly open and his breathing was heavy.

I pushed him carefully, but I didn't see him awake. I watched him silently for a moment, and pulled the quilt from my heels to cover him.

I wanted to go down to the living room to sleep, but when I moved Shang Muxiao's side, it was like pressing the radar, he hooked me on the side, and dragged me back to him.

I wonder if he is pretending to be asleep.

With his head buried in my waist, like an insecure cub, he hugged me tightly, not allowing me to leave his side. After several unsuccessful attempts, I gave up the struggle and fell asleep in this twisted position.

When you wake up again, this is the moment.

The shop beside him was still messy, but there was no residual warmth.

He had better go...

The moment I opened the door after washing my mind with a lot of thought, I seemed to hear the mockery of fate, it laughed and threw four words on my face - you think beautifully.

Shang Muxiao must have just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and he only had a bath towel hanging around his neck. He was standing in front of my CD rack and didn't know what he was flipping through.

Seeing him like this, I want to sigh again. Only a 20-year-old with vigor and vitality can stand in the living room without air conditioning without wearing clothes or socks, and wearing only a pair of trousers on such a day.

Still in good health.

As I was smirking in my heart, Shang Muxiao noticed my gaze and looked this way.

You are awake. He wiped his hair, turned the thing in his hand towards me, squinted and asked, are you a fan of Shang Lu?

What he was holding in his hand was the collector's edition DVD tin box of Badwind.

After hesitating for a second, I denied it: No, I am a fan of Han Jia.

Han Jia is the heroine of Running Against the Wind. She was considered a top performer when she made a movie with Shang Lu, but unfortunately she lacked stamina. After that, her acting career declined again and again for many years. Finally, at the age of 40, she married a wealthy Chinese businessman and quit the entertainment industry. lock up.

I don't know why I lied, but now I'm in charge of my instincts, and it thinks it's better to do it, so I can only do it.

So what do you think of Shang Lu? He carefully observed my expression and carefully screened the authenticity of my every sentence.

I know he is your father. I say.

I'm not asking you how my father is, I'm asking you, what do you think of Shang Lu? He further added the question, how is this man?

……good.

He slumped his shoulders, put one hand on his hips, and held the corner of the tin box of Badwind with the other, his face full of disbelief.

good?

He glared at me and repeated again: Okay? ?

Well, I don't need to remind me instinctively, I know I've poked a hornet's nest.

I was afraid that he would fly the DVD in his hand out of the window in the next second, so he calmly added: It's okay, but not as good as you. The word I will but is deliberately bitten very hard.

Immediately, he seemed to lose his temper. He held the tin box, looked at me indifferently, and asked again: Where is my trophy?

I was stunned, inexplicably a little guilty.

Here... I opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, I took out Shang Muxiao's trophy, and handed it to him.

He looked at it coldly and sneered: You put Shang Lu's movies on the shelf and hide my trophies in the drawer? What, am I embarrassed?

DVDs are not placed on the CD rack, should they still be placed in the safe? Why do you feel that he is more difficult to serve after a night of work?

Where do you want to put it? I asked.

He thought for a while, turned and put Badwind on the top of the CD shelf, came over to take the trophy from my hand, took a few steps back to the shelf, and pressed the trophy onto the iron box.

put it here. He clapped his hands, with an expression of not persuading anyone to persuade the audience to die.

He's going to push his head on this too. Those who knew they were father and son, those who didn't know thought that he and Shang Lu had some hatred for wives.

I nodded, let him go, turned and went into the kitchen to prepare

lunch. After a while, Shang Muxiao came in after changing his clothes. He wanted to help, but he is the eldest young master who doesn't touch the sun's water with ten fingers. He can burn the pot even if he cooks porridge, so how can he really help me? .