After the fake drama with the big guy was really done, it became popular

Chapter 9

The next day, Fu Zhoushan went back to work at the company, and Matsutake concentrated on reading the script at home, waiting for "Counter Attack" to start.

He put the amulet and the black card Fu Zhoushan gave him together, and prepared a small pocket for these two things.

Then I just nestled on the sofa, gnawing on an apple while studying the script.

After a while he frowned, he discovered this very early on, the Yu Jiuming he played was a boy who liked to eat hawthorn.

This is just a harmless little setting, the only problem is that matsutake doesn't like eating hawthorn very much.

Matsutake held the script, feeling a little worried.

In fact, when he was a child, he especially liked eating candied haws. He thought they were sour and sweet, and they were delicious. Later, when he ate a bad candied haws, he ate himself into the hospital, so much so that he wanted to vomit when he saw candied haws.

Matsutake took the script and wandered around the room twice, hesitated for a long time, and finally took out his mobile phone to call the director, and asked tremblingly: "Director Liu, Yu Jiuming likes to eat hawthorns, can you change it to eating other things?" Is it?"

Liu Cong on the opposite side was also taken aback. He originally thought that Matsutake's company was making trouble again, but he didn't expect Matsutake to ask about this matter.

He stroked his chin and thought for a while, then sighed: "It's not easy to change. Fans of the original book are too familiar with this setting, and changing it may cause everyone's dissatisfaction."

Matsutake was a little embarrassed to disturb Liu Cong at first, and wanted to hang up the phone in a moment of anxiety. At this time, he felt a little embarrassed, and quickly apologized: "Then there is no need to change it. I'm sorry, Director Liu, for interrupting." It's your turn, go ahead."

Liu Cong smiled, "It's okay, you can call me anytime if you need anything, I don't have time to call my assistant."

Matsutake thanked Liu Cong and hung up the phone.

No way, I can only overcome it myself.

Matsutake was tired from sitting on the sofa, got up to move around, and went to Fu Zhoushan's fitness room to practice the sword moves he taught himself.

He has become more and more proficient, maybe it is the credit of Fu Zhoushan's amulet, Matsutake thought.

In the evening, Matsutake went out to the supermarket to buy vegetables. After buying all the ingredients, he stood in front of Hawthorn for a long time.

Just when the waiter in the supermarket was scared by the beautiful boy in front of him and was about to call the security guard, Matsutake made up his mind and took a bag of fresh hawthorn in trembling hands, staring at the small bag in his hand as if he was facing an enemy, as if holding A hot potato, quickly threw it into the shopping cart.

After arriving home, Matsutake took the bag of hawthorns and looked at it for a while, feeling a little nauseated unconsciously, thinking that it was impossible to overcome the psychological shadow, so let's practice the expression management when eating hawthorns.

When Fu Zhoushan returned home, what he saw was the ferocious appearance of matsutake baring its teeth, and felt a little funny, so he couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

It seems that every day when I go home, I can see the different appearance of the child, Fu Zhoushan suddenly thought.

Matsutake glanced at Fu Zhoushan at the door, his eyes were wet, and he swallowed the hawthorn in his mouth with difficulty, without spit out the seeds.

Fu Zhoushan walked over and saw a bag of open hawthorn on the table. He picked it up and looked at it, amused, "Did you choke on the hawthorn?"

Matsutake shook his head, looked up at his boyfriend, and said distressedly: "The character I play needs to eat hawthorn, but I can't eat hawthorn, so I want to practice first."

"Then how are you practicing?" Fu Zhoushan asked.

"It's not bad. Success has evolved from vomiting after eating hawthorns to vomiting when seeing it." Matsutake said blackly.

Fu Zhoushan was teased by him so that the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he put the bag of hawthorns back on the table.

Matsutake quickly covered his eyes, "Don't! Don't put it here, I don't want to see it at all."

Fu Zhoushan had no choice but to put the hawthorn in the refrigerator and asked Matsutake to eat first, but Matsutake had no appetite at all, so he poked the rice in front of him with his chopsticks boredly.

Fu Zhoushan finished his meal very quickly. He didn't like to talk when he ate, he was always fast and elegant.

Seeing that the matsutake didn't even take a bite, Fu Zhoushan smiled helplessly, took a spoonful of pudding and brought it to the matsutake's mouth, "Other people eat hawthorn for appetizers, but you eat hawthorn for nausea."

Matsutake looked at the spoon by his mouth, he actually didn't want to eat it at all, but it was Fu Zhoushan feeding him, and he felt a pity if he didn't eat it.

Finally, under the feeding of Fu Zhoushan, Matsutake managed to eat two puddings.

While Fu Zhoushan was concentrating on wiping his mouth, Matsutake took a peek at his boyfriend. Maybe Fu Zhoushan didn't realize it. He really likes sweets, otherwise he wouldn't subconsciously feed Matsutake pudding instead of rice.

Fu Zhoushan didn't see Matsutake's eyes, held Matsutake's arm and pinched it a few times, and sighed dissatisfiedly: "You are too thin."

Matsutake questioned unconvinced, and showed him his muscles, "I have a good figure, a standard niche in the entertainment industry, I look thin when I dress, and I have flesh when I take it off."

Looking at the child in front of him who was trying to squeeze his biceps bigger, Fu Zhoushan remembered that he had touched Matsutake's abdominal muscles before, and nodded in agreement, but still said: "Eat more, grow more flesh and hold it comfortably."

"Hmm..." Matsutake blinked and looked at Fu Zhoushan with innocent and clear eyes, but after watching for a few seconds, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he lay down on the table and buried his face in it.

Seeing his reddened ear tips, Fu Zhoushan knew that he must be thinking about something discordant again, he shook his head and smiled, pinched matsutake's hot ear tips lightly, and said jokingly: "What are you thinking about. "

"I didn't think about anything." Matsutake sat up straight with a blushing face, watched Fu Zhoushan put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, nestled on the sofa by himself, and continued to confront her big eyes with Hawthorn.

Fu Zhoushan looked at his back, touched his chin, and his eyes were a little playful.

According to Matsutake's previous appearance, he should not understand anything, why is his head full of trash now, is it possible that the child's innocence is all pretended?

But Fu Zhoushan didn't care, as long as Matsutake stayed with him during the time, he would be good.

After Fu Zhoushan took a shower, he walked to Matsutake and sat down, gently leaning against the soft cushion of the sofa, relieved from the fatigue of the day, "You can't eat hawthorn?"

Matsutake held a hawthorn, put on a look like an enemy, and nodded, "I used to like to eat it, but then once I ate it and ruined my stomach, I liked it."

He skipped over the fact that he was admitted to the hospital after eating hawthorn.

But Fu Zhoushan looked at Matsutake's slightly pale face and raised his eyebrows, "Then how do you overcome it? I think you don't simply dislike eating it now."

Hearing this, Matsutake was also somewhat frustrated, "I don't know what to do either."

"Why don't I help you?" Fu Zhoushan said.

Matsutake looked at him curiously, "How can you help me?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Fu Zhoushan took the hawthorn from Matsutake's hand, and hooked it provocatively in the palm of Matsutake's hand, then put the hawthorn into his mouth, pinched the delicate chin of Matsutake and kissed it.

It's quite soft.

This was Fu Zhoushan's last thought.

And Matsutake blinked his big eyes, his mind went blank. Although it was not that he had never been kissed by Fu Zhoushan, the previous few times were just a taste.

And today...

If it weren't for the fresh taste of hawthorn mixed in the soft lips and tongue, matsutake would have forgotten that there was a hawthorn in his mouth for a while, and Fu Zhoushan pushed it in with his tongue and slowly shattered it.

Fu Zhoushan withdrew, saw Matsutake who was still in a daze, smiled lightly and approached, "Why are you in a daze?"

Wasn't very smart.

Matsutake came back to his senses, his ears turned red, and he said stiffly, "I'm not staying! I... I'm going to practice swords."

After finishing speaking, he ran to the gym with his wooden sword in his arms, and almost fell when he left the living room.

Fu Zhoushan looked at his back with a smile on his lips. He seemed to like teasing this kid more and more recently.

It seems that he thought too much before, the child is a pure child.

At this time, Matsutake ran to another room to hide, his heart was still pounding, and he couldn't calm down for a long time while covering his hot face.

When he finally calmed down, he turned around holding the wooden sword, and found Fu Zhoushan leaning on the door frame with his chest folded, looking at him.

Matsutake was taken aback, "Why are you here?!"

Fu Zhoushan stared at him and said casually: "You haven't moved for a long time, I'm worried that you fainted, so I'll come and see you."

"I'm not so weak." Matsutake pouted and complained softly.

Fu Zhoushan laughed, "I'm just kidding you, of course I have something to do with you."

Matsutake looked at him seriously, "What's the matter?"

"How is the set of sword moves I taught you?" Fu Zhoushan said, "I'm here to check the results."

Matsutake faltered for a long time, stared down at his toes, and then said, "I haven't practiced well yet."

Fu Zhoushan frowned slightly. He knew that matsutake was not very talented in this area, but he didn't expect that after two days of practice, there was still no effect. He urged: "Practice once and let me see."

"Okay husband!" Matsutake held the wooden sword tightly in front of him, posing.

In fact, after a day of contact, Matsutake's movements have become very smooth, maybe it didn't meet Matsutake's own expectations, but Fu Zhoushan was already very satisfied. He knew that this set of sword moves was not so easy to practice, so he nodded appreciatively.

After one set of moves, Fu Zhoushan said: "Acting is enough, I will teach you another set today."

As he said that, he approached Matsutake from behind, held his hand, and led him to walk slowly as before, with gestures.

When Fu Zhoushan breathed, the warm breath hit Matsutake's side neck. When Matsutake turned his face, the tip of his nose brushed against Fu Zhoushan's cheek. Unknowingly, Matsutake's eyes shifted to Fu Zhoushan's light-colored lips.

The softness and coldness of those lips suddenly came to mind.

"What are you looking at?" Fu Zhoushan lowered his eyes.

Matsutake's gaze moved from Fu Zhoushan's lips to his eyes. Fu Zhoushan's eyes were very dark, and always gave people a feeling of bottomless depth, which made people unable to see clearly and understand.

A flash of fear suddenly flashed in Matsutake's heart, he shook, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Fu Zhoushan's eyes were a little cold. He watched Matsutake frantically picking up the sword, with a calm expression on his face.

For some reason, Matsutake didn't dare to look at him, "I'm sorry husband."

"It's okay, let's do it again." Fu Zhoushan said.

Fu Zhoushan walked with Matsutake again, but the two of them didn't have any eye contact before. Matsutake was afraid to look at him, and Fu Zhoushan's eyes were cold, not knowing what he was thinking.

Matsutake was not used to this kind of atmosphere, so he had nothing to say: "Husband, is what you taught me really lethal? Can you protect yourself if you practice well?"

"I won't teach you the real killer move." Fu Zhoushan said.

Matsutake was stunned, "Huh?"

Fu Zhoushan: "You can't use it."