The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement

Of course Wen Run understood what he meant, "The crew has already started casting roles, right?"

Zheng Xuan watched the crew schedule and said: "The important supporting roles are already auditioning, only the male lead and the male second have not decided." The male second is the brother of the male lead, and he has to wait for the male lead to choose the second male second. .

"Then I will try and see when Director Yuan is free." Wen Run is still confident in his acting skills. After studying with Wei Ye for so long, he is no longer the young and young actor.

"Okay, then I'll make arrangements." Zheng Xuan looked at the time, "I guess you can audition in the past few days. You can figure out the script for yourself. It's not early today, let the assistant send you back?"

"I'll go back by myself." Wen Run thought of something and smiled slyly, "Go ahead, I'll stay in your office for a while."

Zheng Xuan doesn't know why, but Wen Run is not the kind of entertainer who likes to make trouble. He has always been relieved, so he really left him in the office and went to do other things by himself.

After he left, Wen Run checked the time at six o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, Ye Hansheng should almost go back. He sent a message to Yu Biao, who took care of Ye Hansheng personally, and asked him whether he was off work.

Yu Biao said no, it's about half an hour.

Wenrun's lips curled, and he replied: [Then please send me Mr. Ye's car key, don't tell him first. ]

Yu Biao often followed Ye Hansheng, knowing the relationship between the two of them long ago, saw Wen Run's message, glanced at the busy boss in the office through the glass, hesitated, and gave the key.

As a subordinate, you must be able to figure out the mind of the employer. He thought about it for a while, and felt that even the boss listened to it kindly, he might not be able to listen.

So Baba sent the key to the first floor.

Wen Run had already dressed up in disguise, masks, sunglasses, and humble sun protection clothes, and was well equipped. He wrapped himself up and confessed to Yu Biao, "President Ye will notify me on WeChat in advance when he gets off work."

Yu Biao didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only darely agree.

Wen Run took the key, thinking that there was still half an hour, he slipped out from the humble side entrance of the company building, went to another street to buy a cup of milk tea with ice, and went to the parking lot on the first floor with joy.

Ye Hansheng's car is the one commonly used. He saw it at a glance, opened the car door and got into the co-pilot, drinking milk tea while waiting for Ye Hansheng to leave work.

At half past six, Yu Biao sent him a WeChat message, [Mr. Ye is off work, get down immediately. ]

Wenrun quickly hid the milk tea, then turned off the car and hid it in the back seat.

The lights in the parking lot were dim, Wenrun looked through the car glass and saw Ye Hansheng slowly turning the wheelchair towards him. Yu Biao stepped forward and opened the door of the back seat for him, and was stunned when he saw Wenrun hiding. Wenrun's index finger put his lips up to motion him not to make a sound. Yu Biao pretended not to notice and stepped aside.

The lights on the negative first floor are dim, the parking space is just next to a load-bearing column, the shadow is blocked, and the back seat is even more dim.

Ye Hansheng was thinking about things in his heart, letting Yu Biao push himself into the car, and a figure on the side suddenly rushed over, "Robbery!"

The pensive Ye Hansheng reacted subconsciously. His hand had already clasped the wrist of the visitor. When he got a delicate touch, he quickly reacted, changed the button to pull, and pulled the figure into his arms.

He clasped his warm waist and couldn't laugh or cry, rubbing the skin on the inside of his wrist ambiguously, "What does the hero want?"

Wenrun failed to rob, but was forced to sit on him.

Ye Hansheng's car was specially modified. The rear seat was disassembled, a baffle was added between the front seat and the rear seat, and even the door was changed to open up and down. Everything was made to facilitate wheelchair access. Originally, Ye Hansheng was quite spacious alone in the back seat, but now he was more moist, but suddenly it was narrow and crowded.

Wenrun twisted uncomfortably, but accidentally hit the roof of the car.

"Don't move." Ye Hansheng stretched out his hand to protect the top of his head to prevent him from hitting him again.

"Why wait for me here?"

After the two confirmed their relationship, Wen Run was used to becoming more courageous by him, and became more and more adaptable to the identity of Ye Hansheng's boyfriend. He heard that although his ears were red, his mouth said: "Come to pick you up."

Ye Hansheng's eyes moved slightly, and the palm on top of his head moved down, pressing down on the back of his head and kissing him.

With his tongue swept in the warm mouth, Ye Han raised his eyebrows and looked at him and asked, "Did you secretly drink milk tea?"

Wen Run kindly grabbed his hand, his ears turned red, and his eyes looked left and right, "No, Zheng didn't let me drink it." The milk tea is too high in calories and has been on Zheng Xuan's blacklist.

Ye Hansheng chuckled lightly, just thinking that the way he wanted to cover it was so cute that he couldn't wait to crush people in his arms. He lowered his voice and coaxed and said, "Zheng Xuan won't let you drink it, I will let it. Where is the milk tea hidden?"

Wen Run blinked, and looked at him for a moment before knowing that he couldn't hide it. He twisted his body and knocked on the baffle, asking Yu Biao in the driver's seat to pass him the milk tea.

There is half a cup of milk tea left. It is rare to drink milk tea secretly once for Wenrun, which is very precious.

The palm of his hand wrapped his hand holding the milk tea, Ye Hansheng applied a little force and asked him to bring the milk tea to his mouth, then lowered his head to take a sip. He didn't really like this kind of drink that was too sweet and greasy, but when he looked at it with warm eyes, he felt that the taste of milk tea was really good, very sweet.

With a soft waxy pearl in his mouth, Ye Hansheng's eyes sank, and he kissed him again.

Wen Run let out a "huh", and put his hand on his shoulder. She wanted to push it but couldn't bear it. In the end, she softened her body and let him tease himself with the pearl.

At the end of the kiss, the poor pearl was finally eaten by the evil Ye always. He kissed Wenrun’s ear gently, “Next time you want to drink milk tea, don’t secretly, tell me, I’ll feed you... "

"..." Wen Run's face was red and hot, almost wanting to run away. It's a pity that Ye Hansheng's arm is firmly wrapped around his waist, and he can't go anywhere.

…

Back to Songhai Palace, when he passed Ye Hansheng's house, he kept stopping and followed Wen Run into the door.

How can I say that people who fall in love are the most unbearable. They live next door, and it is unrealistic to want to be neighbors for a long time. The fact is that Ye Han's voice is getting more and more rampant, Zheng Xuan's warning has long been forgotten, and he has begun to enter the room.

Of course, the premise is that the broker does not yet know.

Entering the door, Ye Han's voice was still unfinished, and he pulled the person into his arms again for a kiss. After temporarily satisfying the long-term thoughts, he was slightly dissatisfied: "Why are you so busy these days? Now you don't lack exposure, Zheng Xuan does not need to give Did you arrange the schedule so full?"

They confirmed that the relationship was almost a month, but they didn't even have a third of the time to get along.

"I want to do more work." Wen Run looked at him with a smile, "Don't bother Zheng Ge again."

Ye Han frowned, becoming more dissatisfied, "What are you doing so desperately?"

Wen Run didn't say anything, blinked and smiled: "I'll tell you later."

He didn't say anything, Ye Hansheng had no choice but to punitively bit his lips.

…

Of course, Ye Hansheng had his own room here. Wenrun prepared a complete set of supplies for him. Seeing him put on pajamas after taking a bath, he took out a tub and said, "Xie Yupan gave me an Amway one a few days ago. A footbath, together with a Chinese medicine package, can promote blood circulation. It is said that a soak before going to bed can also help sleep."

"Shall we soak together?"

Before saying this, Wen Run had already rehearsed it many times in his heart. He tried to pretend to be casual, but his eyes were secretly watching Ye Hansheng's reaction.

Ye Hansheng frowned slightly, and his drooping eyelashes blocked his eyes. Wen Run was afraid that he would refuse, so she deliberately leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, and said coquettishly: "Will you accompany me to soak together?"

Subconsciously grasping the handrail of the wheelchair with his fingers, Ye Han curled his eyebrows and did not speak for a long time.

Wen Run secretly looked at him and saw that he was silent, fearing that he would be too tight. He sighed inwardly, stepped back a little, and continued to smile and said, "If you don't like it, then I'll just soak myself. "

After he finished speaking, he took the tub to put hot water.

"Together." Ye Hansheng grabbed his wrist, twisted his eyebrows with some difficulty, but said very firmly: "Let's soak together."

The palm of his hand was sweaty, and he felt it warmly and silently, but pretended not to notice it, "Okay, then I will get the water first."

The pre-prepared medicinal materials are packed in the medicine bag, hot water is poured in, and a strong medicinal aroma will appear in a short while. Wenrun sniffed, feeling that the smell was not unpleasant.

Taking the tub out, Wen Run saw Ye Hansheng sitting still, so he rolled up his trouser legs and put his feet in. The water temperature was a bit high, and he hissed and raised his foot. After adding cold water again, feeling the temperature was right, he said to Ye Han: "The temperature is just right, you try too."

Ye Hansheng's back was straight. Seeing him looking at him with a gentle smile, he stiffened his waist and rolled up his trouser legs very slowly. Then put his weak feet into the tub with his hands.

Having disabled his legs for five years, the feet actually didn't feel much, but at this moment, he still seemed to feel the hot heat...

There are two pairs of feet in the tub, one is large and the other is slightly smaller.

Seeing that he was silent, Wen Run stepped on the back of his instep and rubbed it gently. His feet are a little smaller than Ye Han's sound, and the soles of his feet are white and thin, but his toes are fleshy, round and cute, soaked in hot water.

In contrast, Ye Hansheng's feet looked much ugly. The soles of the feet are unhealthy and thin, the toes are curled weakly, and the back of the feet are slightly bulging blue blood vessels. Further up, there is a shrunken calf with almost no muscle. Only a hard leg bone proves to some extent that this man was once strong and full of power.

Wen Run looked distressed, but didn't show it at all.

As if he hadn't noticed the difference in those feet at all, he mischievously dipped the water with the soles of his feet and rubbed Ye Hansheng's feet with the soft soles of his feet from time to time. At the same time, Ye Han was still talking about work. "It is estimated that in just a few days, I will go to the "Taiping Tiao" crew to audition. If it goes well, it is estimated that I will join the crew in mid-to-late June." In fact, he felt a little bit in his heart. Unfortunately, there is too little time for the two to get along. But fortunately, he already had a plan in his heart to take it step by step, and he would never stay together like this forever.

"Tai Ping Tiao" was still the main investment of Ye Hansheng, his stiff expression eased a little, and he said in a low voice: "This script is good. I was very optimistic about it before, don't worry, I just said hello to Director Yuan, and he has seen it. Your play. There will be no problem with the audition."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but touched his face, rubbing his thumb with his cheek, "You have been too busy lately, don't always pay attention to me, take a good rest yourself."

Wenrun pursed his lips and smiled, his eyes are shining, like stars shining in the night, "I am not tired."

He feels good now. There is a career, a lover, and a goal to work hard for. Just think about the future of the two. He didn't feel tired at all, and his heart was as sweet as drinking ten cups of milk tea.

The two soaked their feet while talking, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Han's voice was not as tight as at first. Wen Run dried her feet first, put on slippers and squatted aside, then naturally picked up another towel, took Ye Hansheng's feet out of the water, and gently wiped him.

Obviously there is no sensation on the feet. Ye Hansheng suddenly shook, he stooped over Wen Run's wrist abruptly, and said bitterly, "I... come by myself."

Wen Run looked at him for a moment, pulled his hand away, and pursed his mouth slightly dissatisfied: "I've wiped half of it, don't make trouble."

He naturally wiped off the water stains on his feet, then put down the rolled trouser legs, put on household slippers, and put the inactive feet on the pedals of the wheelchair. Then he did the same and wiped his other foot dry.

Ye Hansheng looked down at him, and there was neither dislike nor pity in his eyes. There is no emotion that will sting his heart. He just wiped his feet in an ordinary way, then raised his face, looked at him with a smile, and asked; "Do you feel relaxed after the soak?"

Ye Hansheng nodded stiffly. Although he lost consciousness below the calf, he was soaked with medicinal materials for half an hour, and the effect was not at all. Hot water promoted blood circulation, and now he even felt warm and lazy.

With a gentle smile, he raised the tub to pour water, and said, "After that, we will all soak together."

Ye Hansheng looked at his back, his chest undulating violently, and finally he leaned into the wheelchair, closed his eyes slightly, and said dumbly: "Okay."

If he were replaced by him, he could endure those unnecessarily embarrassing emotions.

Wenrun poured out the water, put the tub away, washed his hands, and looked at himself in the mirror again, and he let out a sigh of relief. He made a cheering gesture to himself in the mirror. This first step was easier than he thought.

The next step is persistence.

Wenrun sorted out his emotions and went out. It was smiling again. Ye Hansheng didn't return to the next door, so he lay down next time. Before going to bed, Wenrun ordered him essential oil incense to prepare for a massage. But this time, Ye Hansheng was particularly uncooperative, and Wen Run bent down and was pulled onto herself by his waist.

His lips were sucked and bitten vigorously, and Wen Run propped up her body for fear of crushing him, but could only make a "uuuuu" sound in protest.

Ye Hansheng kissed him fiercely, until the people on his body pushed him with a crying voice, he let go, and gently licked his lips and the wound on it. Very pity.

Wenrun vaguely perceives his secret emotions and thinks of those thin and feeble feet. He only feels that his heart is crumpled, sour and soft, and he can't wait to hold all of him in front of him to make up for the pain he has experienced.

He propped his arms, kissed him timidly and actively.

Ye Hansheng opened his eyes, his deep black eyes were full of his figure, and he bit his lips with unsatisfactory thoughts, and Ye Hansheng gently and hardly pulled the person up. Wen Run rarely mustered up the courage to take the initiative, but was rejected, and suddenly looked at him blankly but aggrieved.

"Continue, I won't be able to hold it..." Ye Hansheng propped up his body, palms attached to his head, and his dry and warm lips kissed his eyelids, sighing but helplessly saying, "I'm not ready yet. "

I'm not ready to let you see my weak and ugly side.

He always thought that he was not afraid of it, but only today did he realize that he was actually afraid. He was actually no different from those who were inferior and timid.

Ye Hansheng laughed at himself, but his voice was extremely gentle, "Give me some more time, okay?"

"Okay." Wenrun sniffed and rushed to hug him, "Even if you need a lifetime, I will stay with you."