Chapter 27
27
The wine is delicious, just like sweet water.
Wang Zhi tried every flavor, and his favorite was the orange flavor. There were many people at the celebration banquet, and he didn't know any of them, so he didn't run around. He stood by the wine-making area waiting for Gao Bochong.
When Gao Bochong came back from a social event, he saw Wang Zhi standing alone, holding a huge glass beer cup in both hands. He looked very elegant, but he drank another bottle of beer in a very heroic manner.
As soon as he finished drinking, the waiter in charge of serving beer immediately handed him another glass.
Not far away, there were several players, holding boys and girls in hot and sexy clothes in their arms, smiling maliciously in the direction of Wang Zhi. It was obvious that they were deliberately asking the waiters to keep pouring wine into Wang Zhi, hoping to get him drunk and take him away.
This kind of thing happened a lot at the celebration party. Those beautiful young internet celebrities deliberately sneaked in, just to have a chance to have sex with the players. And because Wang Zhi was so beautiful, he was also mistaken for this kind of person. The players were now discussing who should take him away.
Out of the corner of their eyes, they suddenly sensed someone looking at them. The leading player glanced over with a sly look, only to be stunned when their eyes met Gao Bochong's. Gao Bochong had an aura of superiority and was also quite tall. The players were all around 5'9" or 4'2", yet Gao Bochong completely suppressed their aura.
The players knew they couldn't afford to offend, so they smiled ingratiatingly and fled in a group.
Gao Bochong then walked forward and stood next to Wang Zhi. When Wang Zhi saw him, he immediately looked up and smiled at him: "Mr. Gao."
Wang Zhi still thought he was sober, but in fact, because of the alcohol, his voice became soft and sticky, and there were two blushes on his snow-white cheeks, like the red flags of a high fever, as fresh as roses. He thought he was looking at people normally, but in fact, tears were flowing in his eyes, sparkling as if there were hooks.
Gao Bochong's eyes darkened a little, and Wang Zhi said coquettishly again: "Brother, I can't drink anymore."
Gao Bochong said, "Then let's go back."
Wang Zhi nodded, walking a little unsteadily. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Gao Bochong's arm. Then, his eyes widened, he said in surprise, "Brother, what is this? Why is it so big?"
Gao Bochong was sure that Wang Zhi was drunk.
But he was very well behaved after getting drunk and did not go crazy. When asked to follow him, he obediently supported Gao Bochong and walked forward, but he walked very slowly and stopped from time to time. No one knew what he was thinking.
Gao Bochong waited patiently for him to catch up with him, but he suddenly squatted down.
Gao Bochong asked, "What's wrong?"
Wang Zhi raised his head and smiled foolishly at Gao Bochong: "I feel dizzy and can't walk anymore."
Gao Bochong didn't expect that drunk Wang Zhi would act so spoiled, so he said helplessly, "I'll support you."
"Thank you, big brother!" Wang Zhi jumped up to Gao Bochong and hugged Gao Bochong's waist from behind, "Big brother, carry me."
Gao Bochong suddenly froze.
The two people were too close.
Wang Zhi smelled strongly of alcohol, but it wasn't unpleasant. Her slender and tall body rubbed against his back like a spoiled cat, which almost instantly aroused his anger.
But he was completely unaware and was still groping around, as if trying to find a handrail: "Brother, why don't you carry me?"
Gao Bochong grabbed his hand and said, "Don't move."
Wang Zhi said "Oh" and withdrew his hand, but he lost his balance and almost fell. Gao Bochong hurriedly supported him, and he turned over and wrapped himself around Gao Bochong like an octopus.
His whole body was soft. Gao Bochong put his arms around his waist and pressed his fingers on it. He could clearly feel the thin and flexible touch of Wang Zhi's waist and lower abdomen.
So thin.
It can be pierced through in one go.
Wang Zhi was still twisting and turning with a giggle: "Itchy... Big brother... Brother, don't touch my waist."
Gao Bochong grabbed Wang Zhi fiercely with his hand, and Wang Zhi whimpered slightly. He didn't dare to twist anymore and could only hang in Gao Bochong's arms, like some weak and harmless little animal, facing a predator that was much bigger than himself, and obediently turned over on its belly to show weakness.
He was lying there with his round buttocks raised high, his T-shirt rolled up, exposing his snow-white waist that had never seen the light of day.
Gao Bochong didn't move. The two of them seemed to be stuck there. Wang Zhi raised his head and smiled innocently at Gao Bochong, "Brother, why are you so hot?"
Gao Bochong finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Wang Zhi felt like he was being lifted up. He felt like he was being thrown onto a boat, weightless and floating in the air, then falling. The boat was very wide and very springy, and Wang Zhi felt a little dizzy from being tossed around. He let out a "whoosh" and suddenly felt a pain in his butt.
Wang Zhi was a little slow to react. It turned out that someone had slapped him on the butt to tell him not to touch anything else.
Wang Zhi felt a little aggrieved.
How could a ship hit people?
Wang Zhi didn't dare to move and just hung there obediently. He vaguely knew that he seemed to be drunk, so he kept his mouth tightly closed, fearing that he would vomit.
Gao...Gao Bochong is still here.
If I spit it out, it will look ugly and people will hate me.
Wang Zhi's cheeks flushed, and he bit his lip, as if he was trying hard to endure something. Finally, the boat stopped, and he was thrown into the seat. Wang Zhi smelled the scent of lambskin, which symbolized money, and immediately rolled over happily, but was grabbed by the ankle and pulled back.
The lambskin was gone, and what was pressed against him became a hot embrace.
Wang Zhi wanted to escape, so he crawled twice with his butt sticking out, and was spanked again.
Wang Zhi became obedient, no longer moving around, curled up in the embrace, and even rubbed his face against it. Thick fingers pinched his jaw, turning his face the other way. Wang Zhi obediently turned his head away and smiled without focus.
The tip of his tongue was faintly visible between his snow-white teeth, his eyes were half-closed, and the corners of his eyes, which were slightly raised, were bright red, as if they had been ruthlessly rubbed and wiped with the fingertips of someone.
The hand that was pinching his jaw gradually loosened and began to stroke his cheek. Wang Zhi could feel that the palm of that hand was not warm, and the fingertips and palms had marks left by long-term fitness and shooting. When it touched Wang Zhi's skin, it left a slightly tingling sensation.
But the stinging pain turned into a light numbness, and a thin flame boiled along the touched area.
Wang Zhi looked up, wanting something but not knowing how to ask for it.
Her fingers stroked from his neck to behind his ear, and then carefully and patiently stroked down from the base of his ear. The thin flame slowly ignited and grew stronger, and even his tail vertebrae became soft.
Wang Zhi heard a small sound coming out of his lips, like a cat's meow. His heart started pounding and he wanted to cover his mouth to stop making such an embarrassing sound.
But someone held his hand and prevented him from covering his mouth.
Wang Zhi was a little annoyed, so when the hand brushed past the corner of his mouth, he suddenly turned his head and bit it hard. There was a hissing sound above his head, as if it were bitten, and the hand holding his waist tightened sharply. Wang Zhi also felt pain and a little scared, as if he had disturbed something.
He quickly opened his mouth and licked the finger he had just kissed in a flattering manner.
Then, he heard a gnashing voice: "Do you really think I won't do anything to you?"
Wang Zhi timidly shook his head. His alcohol-muddied brain finally regained some intelligence. He said flatteringly, "As long as you like me and stay with me forever, you can do anything you want to me."
The voice was silent for a long time before slowly asking, "...Is it enough for me to be with you if I like you?"
Wang Zhi suddenly felt inexplicably sad because no one had ever been with him all the time, and he always seemed to face everything alone.
But one person can do it too. Didn't he succeed in getting on top of the world? No one would dare to dislike him for no reason, bully him, or exclude him anymore.
Wang Zhi subconsciously shrank back into the arms beneath him, wrapping his long legs around them to avoid being pulled off: "Don't leave me... I'll be good."
The heavy breathing finally erupted like a volcano. Wang Zhi felt a heavy hand on his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Wang Zhi tried hard to open his sleepy eyes and saw another pair of eyes, which were heavily shrouded by the shadows cast by the high nose bridge and brow bones. They were filled with a desire for possession that was difficult to suppress and so strong that it was creepy.
Wang Zhi seemed to be a little more awake, but also seemed not to be. He stared blankly at the man in front of him. He couldn't tell why, but suddenly he raised his hand and touched the man's eyes with his fingers.
The man closed his eyes, and Wang Zhi's fingertips fell on his thin eyelids. He could feel his eyeballs moving slightly under his eyelids.
That terrible possessiveness was blocked.
Wang Zhi withdrew his hand contentedly.
If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist.
He won't be afraid.
But he felt as if he had done something bad, so after thinking hard, he moved closer again.
The man stared at him patiently, as if trying to see what he wanted to do.
Wang Zhi raised the corners of his lips proudly, lowered his head, and kissed the man's forehead in front of his shocked gaze.
A kiss will make you not angry anymore.
The hand that was pinching his neck finally loosened, as if frightened by his behavior.
His cheeks were burning hot and Wang Zhi felt uncomfortable again. He unconsciously opened his mouth slightly and twisted his waist, trying to escape from the embrace that was even hotter than his.
He did it.
In the spacious back seat of the car, Wang Zhi used his hands and feet to crawl to the other side, his waist slumped, his buttocks raised high. As he struggled, his belt loosened, revealing the dimples on his back and a shallow indentation that extended down to the depths of the belt...
It looks very disappointing.
But he was completely unaware and was still feeling proud that he had finally escaped.
The next moment, he was pulled back fiercely.
The large and powerful palms pinched his cheeks, forcing him to open his mouth. The huge tongue pushed open his teeth and invaded his mouth unscrupulously, wrapping around Wang Zhi's tongue and sucking it in forcefully, invading and occupying the air as well.
Wang Zhi felt like he couldn't breathe and let out tiny whimpers as if he was suffocating. The hand that had just been pinching him now gently and slowly stroked the back of his neck and back as if to soothe him, as if he was stroking a naughty, pretentious kitten.
Vivid stimulation in the mouth and gentle caress on the back of the neck.
The two contradictory feelings made Wang Zhi tremble uncontrollably, and physiological tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. He felt so soft as if he had no bones. He could only cry and curl up in the man's arms.
“Uncomfortable…”
He heard himself crying.
Then came the man's voice, low and hoarse, filled with strong desire, asking him: "Where does it hurt?"
"I don't know..." The flame was fueled by alcohol, boiling along the nerve endings, and the blood was also scalding. His mouth was occupied by playing, and his nose was filled with the strong smell of male hormones. Wang Zhi's mind was groggy, and he shouted unconsciously, "Brother——"
The hand on his waist suddenly stopped.
In the dim carriage, Wang Zhi sat astride Gao Bochong. His T-shirt had been torn open, and the collar was loose, revealing most of his snow-white shoulders. His delicate and beautiful collarbone looked like an inverted jade bowl.
His eyes were red, his face was covered with tear marks, and his lips were swollen from being bitten. He looked like a rose in full bloom, filled with a decadent and obscure scent.
Both of their belts were half loose, and Gao Bochong was squeezed by his underwear, which was painful. Wang Zhi in his arms was still moving around, and every twist made Gao Bochong's already shaky sanity even more dangerous.
but……
Gao Bochong finally stopped.
He hugged Wang Zhi tightly from behind, so tightly that he trembled slightly. He slowly relaxed when he heard Wang Zhi let out a soft, short gasp.
He is very sober.
He didn't drink a drop of alcohol that night, so he knew clearly that everything he did came from his heart.
He wanted to get Wang Zhi.
The scene he saw in the piano room was just a fuse, giving him a reason to tear apart the boundary that had been drawn.
Since others can do it, why can't he?
Besides, they had already done it.
Six months ago, Wang Zhi suddenly appeared at the hotel and then disappeared without a trace, like Cinderella in the fairy tale, leaving behind a crystal slipper. Unfortunately, Gao Bochong never believed in fairy tales. He sent people to investigate Wang Zhi's identity, but knowing that Wang Zhi was not a honey trap sent by a competitor, he did not pursue the matter further.
She's just a small star. It's normal for her to sacrifice her body for money and power. There's no need to worry too much about it.
Later, Wang Zhi got close to Gao Fengming, which also proved this point.
He's just a money-digger.
Even though her appearance perfectly matched his aesthetic standards, and even though their bodies were perfectly compatible, Gao Bochong could only watch coldly.
But now, Gao Bochong discovered that those who stood by and watched coldly were just deceiving themselves.
He underestimated the physical attraction.
In the past thirty years of keeping himself chaste, this was the first time that Gao Bochong was so clearly attracted to a person's body. It was only one night, but he had already remembered the feeling. He was so obsessed with it that he recognized him at first sight when they met again.
Wang Zhi.
That little star.
She is also his...sister-in-law.
The body was unable to dissipate the heat and was tense, like a bowstring about to break. It only needed a little opportunity to be swept away by the flood of desire.
But Gao Bochong's brain calmed down.
He looked coldly at Wang Zhi in his arms and made a sober judgment.
He wants to get Wang Zhi.
It's not love, it's just to satisfy the desires of the body.
But...it's not like that, getting it secretly.
So who was he? Wang Zhi's lover?
Having held a high position for many years, Gao Bochong would never accept such a relationship. Even if he was attracted to Wang Zhi's body, he would not give up his dignity.
His sight fell on the area behind Wang Zhi's ear. The skin there was extremely delicate, hidden by the jet-black hair, and as white as untouched snow.
Gao Bochong's fingertips gently brushed away her hair, then he leaned over and bit Wang Zhi behind her ear. Wang Zhi cried and struggled in pain, but Gao Bochong easily held her down.
There was a bright red tooth mark on that hidden piece of skin.
Like a unique mark left on the prey.
He won't be the third party.
He will solve this problem.
Afterwards, he got Wang Zhi legitimately and openly.
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Wang Zhi felt a headache.
He never drinks again!
In the dressing room, Wang Zhi was feeling a little listless. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and pinched his jaw. This action was inexplicably familiar. Wang Zhi shuddered subconsciously, as if he had been treated like this forcibly before.
But that hand was much larger and more powerful. When it was pinched, it felt like there was no way to escape...
"What are you thinking about?" The makeup artist stared at Wang Zhi's face critically. "Where did you stay up all night last night? Why do you have such big dark circles under your eyes?"
Wang Zhi replied listlessly, "I drank two extra beers when I went to watch the game."
"Beer made you look like this?" The makeup artist grabbed a large ice pack and pressed it against Wang Zhi's face. "Take this and reduce the swelling before you put on makeup."
Wang Zhi was completely sobered up by the cold. He held the ice bag obediently and poured himself another glass of iced American coffee. He felt cool from the inside out, and his hangover head finally cleared up a little.
Last night, he was actually drunk.
The last clear memory he had was that he and Gao Bochong were leading them towards the car. Halfway through, he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable, squatted down, and told Gao Bochong that he couldn't walk, asking Gao Bochong to carry him. Then, Gao Bochong carried him up...
Ahhhh!
Wang Zhi screamed silently, and in his heart it twisted into a cry.
How dare I act crazy while drunk in front of Gao Bochong!
What happened next was like a piece of paper, which was burned to ashes when the alcohol burned to its highest point.
Wang Zhi was holding a straw in his mouth when he suddenly made a "hiss" sound. He looked in the mirror and saw that his lips were red and swollen with tiny wounds on them, as if they had been gnawed by some large animal.
Could it be that he fell and hurt himself when he was drunk?
Wang Zhi really couldn't remember, and didn't dare to ask Gao Bochong -
Gao Bochong didn't abandon him on the street, but instead booked a hotel room for him. He had already done his best.
If Wang Zhi had not been awakened by Li Yun's series of life-threatening calls today, he might have been able to sleep all night.
It's rare to be able to stay in a five-star hotel for free, so I should take those toiletries with me when I check out...
Wang Zhi sighed with some regret, and applied the ice compress obediently for a while. Finally, he got the approval of the makeup artist and could start putting on makeup.
Today Wang Zhi is finally going to audition.
This is a movie adapted from a novel, and Wang Zhi auditioned for the second male lead.
Born in Hong Kong, he is a young master who has lived a life of luxury since childhood. Suddenly, his family falls into poverty. With nowhere else to go, he follows the male lead to resell parallel-imported goods to the mainland. There is a huge difference between the characters, and there are many areas for performance exploration. He is a character with a "dramatic eye".
Wang Zhi practiced playing the piano on purpose yesterday because it was mentioned in the original novel that the second male lead met the male lead for the first time when he was sent to learn piano as a child.
Since the character has learned to play the piano, you can practice it yourself. Who knows, it might be useful in some plot.
Does this count as adding drama to yourself?
Wang Zhi was unsure because he had never brought money into the group before and didn't know how arrogant he could be.
The makeup artist was brushing his face with a brush and suddenly asked him, "What's that on your neck?"
"What?" Wang Zhi looked up at the mirror and saw a red mark on his neck. At first glance, it looked like a finger mark. Wang Zhi didn't think much of it and said casually, "It's a mosquito bite. Autumn mosquitoes are quite powerful."
The makeup artist's expression was a little subtle, as if she seemed to be hesitant to say something. In the end, she said nothing and applied concealer on Wang Zhi's neck as well.
Everything was ready, and Wang Zhi got into the nanny car in high spirits and headed to the crew.
Li Yun accompanied him, smiled and told him not to be nervous, saying that everything was ready.
Wang Zhi didn't understand Li Yun's meaning at first. When they were about to reach the crew, Li Yun made a phone call. After getting out of the car, he saw someone standing on the roadside. Li Yun greeted him with a smile. The two of them treated each other like brothers for a long time. Then Li Yun introduced him to Wang Zhi and said, "Come and meet him. This is your director. You will be following him for the next period of time."
Wang Zhi: =口=
Wang Zhi understood, no wonder Li Yun told him not to be nervous.
Brother Li has even secured the director, so why should he be nervous?
Wang Zhi's voice was a little hoarse, but he still shouted honestly: "Hello, Director."
The director was a middle-aged man with a bald head and a gold chain. He looked more like a coal boss who had invested in a film than an art-house director, and he spoke with a straightforward manner: "This is Xiao Wang. Not bad, handsome, fair-skinned, and a real young master. But why is your voice so hoarse?"
Wang Zhi was also puzzled.
I didn't cry or shout, so why is my voice hoarse?
Maybe I drank too much.
Wang Zhi said subtly, "I caught a cold."
However, the hoarseness of his voice did not affect the audition. Wang Zhi also carefully chose the later plot: the brothers who were originally close to each other became opponents for the sake of interests. The two drank together for the last time on the high seas and then said goodbye.
The plot has strong conflict and tension, and the key is that the hoarse voice can better highlight the character's tragic and melancholy mood.
It's not difficult for him at all :D
After Wang Zhi finished his performance, he quietly checked Li Yun and the director's expressions. Seeing that they were both nodding with smiles, he knew that he had secured the role.
Although Brother Li said that he had nothing to worry about since he brought money into the crew, there is still a difference between a wealthy actor with good acting skills and someone who is simply rich.
This time, the director spoke in a more genuinely pleasant tone than before: "Xiao Wang, your acting is good. You can tell you've practiced privately."
Wang Zhi smiled modestly and said, "The early bird catches the worm."
The atmosphere was harmonious, but Wang Zhi suddenly heard a sneer.
Because Gao Bochong often sneered, Wang Zhi was now particularly sensitive to similar sounds and could accurately locate the person who made the sound in an instant.
The person who laughed probably didn't expect that Wang Zhi would hear his voice. His face turned a little bad, but he laughed coldly again: "Laocheng, you really are getting more kind as you get older."
His words drew the entire audience's attention. Director Cheng frowned, but then said cheerfully, "What are you talking about, Producer Sun?"
It turned out to be the producer.
It's no wonder that Wang Zhi didn't recognize him. In his impression, producers seemed to be well-mannered and dressed in suits, but this producer Sun was dressed very casually and artistically, with his hands and neck full of bohemian-style jewelry.
It looks like a middle-aged version of a literary youth.
Producer Sun glanced at Li Yun, then finally fixed his gaze on Wang Zhi. He looked at him critically for a moment, then raised his chin high and said, "I don't think he's up to the task."
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