Chapter Fifty Seven

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date="2021-01-05"

title="Chapter Fifty Seven "

weight="117784"

series = ["The Idol And The Disabled President Made An Official Announcement"]

mode = "manual"

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Wenrun certainly understands 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 to see when Director Yuan is free." Wenrun is still confident in his acting skills. After studying with Wei Ye for so long, he is no longer the young and young actor back then.

"Okay, then I'll make arrangements." Zheng Xuan looked at the time, "I guess you can audition in these 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." Wenrun thought of something and smiled slyly, "Go ahead, I'll stay in your office for a while."

Zheng Xuan doesn't know why, but Wenrun is not the kind of entertainer who likes to mess with things. He always feels relieved, so he really left him in the office and went to other things by himself.

After he left, Wenrun checked the time. It was six o'clock in the afternoon. At this time Ye Hansheng should almost go back. He sent a message to Yu Biao, who took close care of Ye Hansheng, 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. He knew the relationship between the two of them. He saw Wenrun's message and glanced at the busy boss in the office through the glass. After hesitating, he gave the key down.

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

So Baba sent the key to the first floor.

Wenrun 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 dare to agree.

Wenrun took the key, thinking that there was still half an hour, then slipped out from the humble side door 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, and Wenrun looked through the car glass and saw Ye Hansheng slowly turning his wheelchair. Yu Biao stepped forward and opened the door of the back seat for him, and was stunned when he saw Wenrun who was hiding. Wenrun put his index finger to his lips and motioned him not to make a sound. Yu Biao pretended not to notice, and stepped aside.

The lights on the negative first floor are dim, and 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 from 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 Wenrun's 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. Ye Hansheng was originally in the back seat alone and was quite spacious, but now there is an additional Wenrun, but it is suddenly 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 are you waiting for me here?"

After the two confirmed their relationship, Wenrun was used to being more courageous by him, and became more and more adaptable to the identity of Ye Hansheng's boyfriend. Although his ears were red, he said: "Come to pick you up from get off work."

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 Hansheng raised his eyebrows, looked at him and asked, "Did you secretly drink milk tea?"

Wenrun pleased his hand and grabbed his hand, his ears became redder, 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, only thinking that the way he wanted to make it clear 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?"

Wenrun blinked, and stared at him for a moment before knowing that he couldn't hide it. He twisted his body and knocked on the baffle, telling 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 for Wenrun to drink milk tea secretly, which is very precious.

With his palm wrapped around his hand holding the milk tea, Ye Hansheng exerted a bit of strength and told 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 looking at the way Wenrun looked eagerly, he felt that the milk tea tasted really good, very sweet.

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

Wenrun let out a "huh", and put his hand on his shoulder. He wanted to refuse but couldn't bear to refuse. In the end, he softened his body and let him tease himself with the pearl.

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

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

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Back to Songhai Palace, when he passed Ye Hansheng's house, he kept stopping and followed Wenrun in.

How can 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 Hansheng 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 Hansheng was still thinking, and pulled the person into his arms again for a kiss. After temporarily satisfying the long-term miss, he was slightly dissatisfied: "Why are you so busy these days? Now you are not short of exposure, Zheng Xuan is unnecessary Have you arranged such a full schedule for you?"

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 work more." Wenrun looked at him with a smile, "Don't bother with Zheng Brother again."

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

Wenrun 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.

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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 pack, 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, Wenrun had already rehearsed it many times in his mind. He tried to pretend to be casual, but his eyes were secretly glancing at Ye Hansheng's reaction.

Ye Hansheng frowned slightly, his drooping eyelashes blocking his eyes. Wenrun was afraid that he would refuse, so he deliberately went up 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 Hansheng frowned and did not speak for a long time.

Wenrun looked at him secretly, and saw him silent, afraid of pushing people too tightly. 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 fill the 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, Wenrun felt it silently, but pretended not to notice, "Okay, then I'll get the water first."

The pre-prepared medicinal materials are packed in a medicine bag, and 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, Wenrun 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. I added cold water again, and felt the temperature was right, and then said to Ye Hansheng: "The temperature is just right, you should try it too."

Ye Hansheng's back was straight. Seeing Wenrun looking at him with a 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 big and the other is slightly smaller.

Wenrun saw that he was silent and didn't speak, so he stepped on the back of his instep with his foot and rubbed it gently. His feet are a circle smaller than Ye Hansheng, the soles of the feet are white and thin, but the 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.

Wenrun 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, rubbing 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 I will go to the "Taiping Tiao" crew to audition in just a few days. 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, step by step, he would never keep gathering less and more in the future.

"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 said hello to Director Yuan, and he has seen it. Your play. There will be no problem with the audition."

After speaking, he couldn't help touching his face again, rubbing his cheek with his thumb, "You have been too busy lately, don't 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 of them soaked their feet while talking, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Ye Hansheng was not as tight as at first. Wenrun dried his feet first, put on slippers and squatted aside, then naturally picked up another towel, took Ye Hansheng's feet out of the water, and wiped him gently.

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

Wenrun stared 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 moved naturally to dry the water stains on his feet, then put down the rolled up 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 it was not without effect. Hot water promoted blood circulation, and now he even felt warm and lazy.

Wenrun smiled, and while holding up the tub to pour water, he 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 it was 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 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, Wenrun propped up his body for fear of crushing him, and could only make a "uuuuu" sound in protest.

Ye Hansheng kissed him fiercely, until the people on his body pushed him with a cry of tears, 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 clumped together, sour and soft, and he can't wait to hold everything 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, biting his lips with unsatisfactory thoughts, Ye Hansheng gently and forcefully pulled the person up. Wenrun rarely mustered up the courage to take the initiative, but was rejected, and suddenly looked at him blankly but wronged.

"Continue, I won't be able to hold it..." Ye Hansheng propped up his body, palms attached to the back of his head, his dry and warm lips kissed his eyelids softly, 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. Until today, he didn't realize that he was actually afraid. There is no difference between him and those who are 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."