bad-hearted lover

11 ...

I stood at the door and lost my mind, while Sho patted my shoulder anxiously, urging me to go in quickly.At first I didn't understand why he was in such a hurry, but I realized it when I opened the curtains and saw the bustling scene downstairs.

A large group of little girls held a shiny "LOVESHO" sign and stood densely together. They stood under the building and looked up with red eyes. They all screamed when they saw someone poking their head out.It's a pity that the floor is too high, and they can't see the person sticking out their head clearly, so they probably think of me as their idol.

This formation is much stronger than the lineup of Bie fans I met before. This kid is really popular, but it is a good thing that he is popular. If I call these fans to my residence, will I never be able to go back to the past of a quiet life.

Sho walked up to me and closed the curtains, threw the guitar aside as if tired, and hung his arms with his fists:

"It's so tiring. I was recognized with the hat on. I've been following here. I guess I'll be in the headlines tomorrow, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, I am popular because of hype. The more gossip, the better for me."

"I don't want to be on the news with you," I said.

If my brother-in-law or ex-wife sees it, I don't know where to put my face.

Just now a reporter was taking photos facing up. Although the distance is relatively far, the shooting ability of the SLR camera is still very strong. Sho pulled the curtains very fast, but he didn't know if he was photographed.

Sho shrugged disapprovingly and leaned back on the sofa.

I straightened the curtains, walked behind him, pressed his shoulders, and massaged his shoulders, and he immediately narrowed his eyes comfortably:

"It's a good technique, how about you being my assistant, and the salary is up to you."

I squeezed hard and pinched his sore spot.

He immediately gasped in pain, shrunk his shoulders, and hid forward.He only shrunk his shoulders for a moment, and then he stretched out his shoulders very comfortably, as if feeling extremely comfortable physically and mentally, he also went to touch the part I grabbed:

"It's really comfortable. It's obviously very painful, but after the pain, I feel very happy. It seems that I'm not so tired."

I smile:

"Where there is no bitterness, there is no sweetness."

"Makes sense."

Seeing me let him go, he turned around again, staring at me with his beautiful eyes, his thin lips slightly curled up:

"What's wrong with being my assistant? No matter how many people ask for it, I can't ask for it."

I patted him on the shoulder rudely:

"You are condescending."

He slapped my hand away disappointedly.

When I'm busy in the kitchen, Sho won't step in. He will start singing soon, and his throat must be protected now. Throat lozenges are always carried with him, and he will almost always have a piece in his mouth.Kissing with him will also taste a touch of fresh sweetness, warm and very comfortable.

He forbade me to put any spicy seasoning in the dishes, saying that it would irritate the throat.

"You also smoke, it's worse for your throat." I teased.

Sho sits on the sofa and tunes the guitar:

"I just finished sex with you last time, and I felt a little depressed, so I wanted to smoke one to try to calm down. You know, I haven't been oppressed before."

I was slightly taken aback, then said:

"But you look very relaxed, I don't see where you are unhappy."

"It's all fake."

Sho plucked the guitar in his hand with his fingers, and the beautiful tone came out quickly:

"Actually, I'm very confused."

It turned out that he felt the same way when I was conflicted in my heart. I don't know why, but I was a little happy instead.

I originally wanted to make black pepper tripe, but now I can only give up and put these two ingredients in the refrigerator.There was nothing in the refrigerator, and I shook my head, feeling speechless to myself.

Put the newly bought beer into it, and closed it hard.

After staring at the tofu in front of me and thinking about it for a while, I finally decided to make three fresh tofu soup, which should not hurt my throat and is also delicious.

The fish was steamed directly, and Sho was very satisfied with this. He said that he likes to drink soup, and if there is no soup when eating, he will definitely not be able to swallow anything.

It's just that this guy's taste is really tricky. The soup I simmered on a low fire is relatively clear. He frowned and shook his head to express his dissatisfaction. He likes to drink that kind of milky white soup.

I can only turn on the fire and continue to simmer, but in this way, the soup is delicious, but the fish has turned into minced meat due to the second long simmer.

In the end, the kid licked his thin lips and drank the soup contentedly, while I ate the stewed fatty fish.

He didn't eat much, and when I brought him some vegetables, he immediately showed a frowning expression:

"I'm going abroad to shoot the MV for my new album. The director said I need to be thinner, and I'm on a diet now."

I glanced at his waist. The loose clothes were slightly transparent, and the thin lines underneath could be seen roughly, without any fat. If you want to lose weight like this, is this director too harsh?

It's not easy being an artist.

After I finished eating, I looked out the window again, and saw that the crowd below was still there, without the excitement before, but still trying to persevere, I couldn't help frowning.

Sho rests his head on the guitar handle:

"My little cuties are basically students. They have a threshold. They will disappear collectively before ten o'clock. The rest are the paparazzi. You can ignore it, anyway, you can't take pictures even if the curtains are drawn."

As if confirming Sho's words, when it was almost ten o'clock, a group of girls downstairs gradually dispersed, and occasionally there were a few strong-willed ones. After waiting for a while, they found that there was no hope. Give up and turn away.Still standing below, there were only a few adults, all dressed more casually, holding cameras in their hands, and leaning on the van parked by the side of the road.

Sho seems to be used to this for a long time, he just sits leisurely on the sofa and practices the piano, humming a few songs now and then.

"This is my new song, you are the first person to hear this song, are you very moved?"

He smiled slightly, looked at me with clear eyes, and his dark blue eyes were also very beautiful under the white light.

I stood on the side of the living room with a rag in my hand and wiped the table. There was indeed a dreamy and erratic atmosphere on his side, but I was troubled by worldly troubles. I wanted to feel the touch of his songs. I have enough energy to spare, so I can only spread my hands:

"I'm more moved by this dishcloth."

Sho was hit, and lay down on the sofa with his guitar in his arms, looking up his neck in frustration:

"I'm really not suitable for singing..."

I don't know why he expresses such emotions so quickly, he gives me the feeling that he is more optimistic and cheerful, and he will not give up lightly, so he comforted me:

"You and I, who don't understand music, talk about this, it's better to play the piano to the cow."

Sho sat up from the sofa, but he wasn't very happy. Instead, he straightened his bangs and looked at me seriously:

"You don't have to know the rhythm to hear the quality of the song. You can also feel the emotion in the song with your heart. My songs do lack a lot of things. I know what I write best."

He analyzed his shortcomings rationally, and I admire him a bit.

If the target had been changed to bie, he would have pointed at my nose at this time, and arrogantly scolded me for being unqualified, unable to distinguish good from bad, and an elm-headed one.

However, if someone has strengths, he must have weaknesses. Obviously, my strengths are not here, and I have no judgment on sho's music.

"Forget it, actually I don't like singing very much. If it's not arranged by the company, I don't need to waste time writing these boring songs."

Sho simply put the guitar aside and started observing in my room.

He picked up my writing from the desk and exclaimed:

"Your calligraphy is beautiful, much better than the famous calligrapher who designed my signature."

"You flatter me, this is a hobby."

In fact, I have also won many awards, but it is a bit of a show off to say this, so I omitted it.

"Why don't you redesign my signature, now this one is too frivolous, similar to other artists, no matter how you look at it, it's not pleasing to the eye, even my little cutie said something was missing."

"Okay, but what I wrote may not be better than your original one. What style do you want?"

"Just as long as you think it looks good, I believe in your vision."

I feel very happy that he trusts me so much. Although I have never helped anyone design a signature, I am eager to try it instead. I think about how to design it to make his signature more brilliant.

After solving trivial matters, it is unavoidable to get entangled in bed again.Then, inevitably, there was another debate over who got on and who got off.

Sho seems to have lost some weight, and he can feel his obvious ribs when he wraps his palms around his ribs. His face was very red, and he pressed against me with unsteady breath. I patted his cheek:

"It's as long as it fits, it's already thin enough."

Sho looked at me with a smile, his slightly narrowed eyes were full of cunning, and he breathed on my face:

"Do you feel sorry for me? Go and tell the director."

I didn't know his director, and of course I couldn't talk to him.I know that the entertainment industry is cruel. Artists will try their best to lose weight and make themselves skinny for that beautiful moment in front of the camera.It's just that the loss outweighs the gain if the body is also broken down.

He didn't have much strength today, although he still had the heart to struggle against me, he was easily crushed by me.

But I seem to have underestimated this guy's perseverance, he stared at me unwillingly, and still refused to give up.

Sho definitely doesn't know how to write the word "death heart", he clamored to bet with me again, if he wins, he has to be on it.

My desire was aroused, and I really don't have much interest in playing with him, but obviously he is the guest today, he has the final say.

In the end I gave in, and played eighteen martial arts with him with a headache.

Playing dice, I am big and he is small.

Play rock-paper-scissors, I scissors, he paper.

Playing to catch the turtle, I laughed because he was a turtle.

We have tried all the methods that can almost be fought quickly, without exception, the result is that I win and he loses.

In the end, he was forced to play flying chess, and I still reached the finish line first, so he wailed directly.

He thought he was desperate, and finally resigned himself to lying down on the bed, and looked up at me:

"Just wait and see, I must win back."

I wanted to laugh, but I didn't waste any time, so I pressed on decisively.

His body is still so tight, wrapping me very comfortably, but he is frowning his delicate eyebrows with a little pain, a lot of sweat oozes from his face, and his skin is slightly red.

His legs were wrapped around my waist, crossed and clamped tightly. I took a deep breath and almost couldn't restrain myself.

"So tight..." I whispered in his ear.

Immediately, his face turned red, extending from his cheeks to his ears, to his neck, and to his inner thighs.

Sho still has work tomorrow, we only did it once and then stopped. Although I feel a little dissatisfied, I can only endure it.

He seemed to be very tired. He came out of the shower without even touching the hair dryer I prepared for him. He just lay down and fell asleep.

Her hair was still slightly wet, a dry towel was placed under her head, her head was slightly tilted to one side, her thin lips were shiny and slightly pouty, very pretty.

Sho's eyelashes are very long, with distinct roots, and they cast thin shadows on the face of the eyes, which made me want to touch them.He didn't wear any clothes either, he slept naked, with my hickey marks on his neck and shoulders.Seeing the masterpieces I have left behind, I can't help but feel a little proud.

A very young and vigorous body, but I possessed it, and the inexplicable possessive desire subtly at work.

The author has something to say: Let me go, what does it mean that people are not as good as the sky? My 3.5 plan was defeated by reality. The last chapter should have reached the established goal, and the update speed will be slowed down next, etc. I was notified by the editor after being on the list, I will speed up~