My CP Must Be Sweet! [Entertainment circle]

Chapter 8: Differences

Gong Ze laughed , freed a hand and squeezed his ass, in an ambiguous tone: "Don't worry, I'll control the degree, how can I be willing to let you die, at most I will fuck you dizzy. "

"You!" Wen Ge gritted his teeth and hit his back hard with his forehead. "You are considerate of your brother. I am no longer a young man in my early 20s. I can't stand your tossing ."

Gong Ze simply threw down his spoon. Turning around, he put the person on the cupboard, kissed, and smirked: "don't say no if you are a man, and you were even more impatient when you were in your early 20s than you are now. Fuck, in the past, you were already caught I'm fucking, dizzy." The

Last three words were spoken to the ears, and Wen Ge 's ears suddenly became red, and he became angry and started beating people. Gong Ze smiled and told him to punch him a few times, then he hugged him back to the sofa and calmed him down before going back to continue cooking. Wen Ge didn't let off the heat on his face until he returned to the sofa, and he buried his head in the pillow pile.

Ah ah ah, obviously he is older than him, why is it always me who is molested!

Gong Ze 's poems are simply poisonous!

Not long after lunch, Gong Ze 's assistant came to pick up the people.

Gong Ze was still packing his luggage, Wen Ge followed behind him like a little tail, and he went wherever Gong Ze went, turning around from upstairs to downstairs. The assistant didn't see it, so he squatted in the corner to play with Maltose.

Gong Ze was sitting on the carpet in the middle of the cloakroom, with an empty suitcase and a pile of clothes to take with him. He was folding one by one and putting it in his suitcase. Wen Ge sat behind him with a pouting mouth, lying on his back with an unhappy expression.

"You don't want my son and me." Wen Ge complained.

Gong Ze burst into laughter, hugged and shook his backhand, and continued following his words: "I have to go and make money, how can I raise you and my son if I don't make money."

"You know making money, you are about to lose money, you are now. Money is enough to support us for a lifetime, and we are insatiable." Wen Ge complained half-truth.

Gong Ze put the last piece of clothing, then turned around and took his lover into his arms, squeezing the puffed face, and said in anguish: "No way, my wife is too delicate and can't afford to make a little money."

" Go away." Bang." Wen Ge laughed angrily and hit his chest with his forehead.

Gong Ze rubbed his forehead, then lifted his chin and kissed him gently. Wen Ge closed his eyes, clasped his neck, and responded obediently. At the end of a long kiss, both of them panted a little. Gong Ze kissed again before standing up with someone in his arms and out of the cloakroom.

The assistant has been playing with Dogu for a long time. Although he hasn't seen Gong Ze come down, he is not in a hurry. After all, he is used to it. Every time Gong Ze left home to go to a filming location, he basically had to urge and invite him three times, and he couldn't get out without spending an hour or two with that person. So when he has experience, he will come three or four hours in advance, leaving the two of them one to two hours to say goodbye.

Today was fairly short. The assistants added up the time, less than one hour, which can be said to be the shortest record in history. In this way, the time before departure is very rich, so there is no rush.

The assistant took the luggage to the car first, leaving time for the two of them to say their final farewell with insight.

Today, the weather has cooled down again. Wen Ge wore a thinner scarf for Gong Ze and smoothed out the wrinkles on the windbreaker. Although his expression remained the same, Gong Ze still felt his reluctance, and he was not willing to hug him tightly. People don't want to let go.