Chapter 74:

Yu Qinghuan washed the fastest bath he had ever had. When he climbed into the bed, he still had a wet steam, and Huo Qu was not too disgusted. He turned over and took him directly into his arms.
The two people slept together for so long, Yu Qinghuan used to sleep like this, and turned the air conditioner temperature down a bit. He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, and entered the Huo Qu Huai from the good nest.
It has entered the summer season, it is the hottest time of the year. Even if the wind of the air conditioner is blowing on the head, the two men with blood and blood are stuck together, and they are not hot.
Yu Qinghuan was sweating on the forehead. For a moment, it was estimated that Huo Qu was almost asleep. This was carefully moved out. Who knows this move, and found that Huo Qu holding his hand immediately tightened.
"You didn't sleep?" Yu Qinghuan raised his head and looked at Huo Qu in the darkness. He reached out and touched his face gently. He noticed that he was squinting. "Don't you say sleepy?"
"I can't sleep." Huo Qu was stunned by his hand and grievously said: "Uncomfortable..."
"Well?" Yu Qinghuan fainted and stunned. He heard the conditioned reflex and touched him. He didn't notice any reaction. Just wanted to talk, but Huo grabbed his hand.
"Qing Huan, do you think?" His voice was filled with joy and unbelievable. This is the first time that Qing Huan took the initiative!
"Nothing!" Yu Qinghuan quickly explained, just can't wait to take a slap in the backhand. Ming Huoqu said to him before, it was his fixed sleep time, so it would be uncomfortable, how he brainstormed that Huo Qu was talking about that kind of thing!
Be sure to buy some walnuts and ginkgo tomorrow to make up your mind!
"What I am... I missed it." Yu Qinghuan stunned his body and appease the back of Huo Qu. "Sleep, it's so late."
Wrong? In the darkness, Huo Qu’s doubtful eyes fell on the head of Yu Qinghuan’s head.
How can you think wrong? I have already said it with Qing Huan...
He tried to analyze the meaning of Yu Qinghuan. When the thought fell to a certain point, the eyes suddenly turned on.
"Qing Huan," he kissed Yu Qiqing's head on his head, and his right hand ran into the hem of Yu Qinghuan's clothes, lingering on his thin and flexible waist. "Don't be shy."
Yu Qinghuan: "???"
What is he shy about? Where did Huo Qu think again?
He was weakened by the feeling of numbness in his waist. It was easy to hold down the chaotic hand of Huo Qu, and he gasped and said: "Don't touch it! Still can't sleep? Don't think too much, talk to you and me. What a shame!"
"I know," Huo Qu suddenly turned over and pressed him under his body, pushing his shirt to the top, constantly biting his collarbone, his voice blurred. "You always do this..."
"How am I?" Yu Qinghuan didn't know where his brain had gone. He grabbed his shoulder and just wanted to push him out. The body trembled fiercely and couldn't help but smash it out.
"Don't, don't bite there..."
"That's it..." Huo Qu's hand reached into his trousers, breathing heavily, and his heart beat like a drum. He felt that he finally understood that the refusal that Qing Huan told him before was what it meant to be allowed -
"I want to, but I don't want it; it's very comfortable, but let me not touch it."
"I didn't..." Yu Qinghuan was fascinated by him, and he gasped and defended himself: "You give me less and less!" Grabbing the sheets underneath, I finally found a sense of reason, "You just got No, no... no response?"
How come this suddenly is so excited! Simply... the beast!
"Yes," Huo Quan slammed into him and proved himself with strength. "You will have it when you see it."
After a pause, the movements in my hand suddenly stopped. When Yu Qinghuan couldn’t stand it and instinctively thought about it, he was short and pleased to kiss his mouth. "Qinghuan, help me..."
"Only once." Yu Qinghuan did not immediately agree, silenced, and firmly spit out three words.
Huo Qu looked reluctantly, hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and carefully tried to touch the lips of Yu Qinghuan.
Yu Qinghuan immediately understood his meaning, and suddenly he was laughed at, and pushed him to say: "Huo Qu, do you want to kiss every day to be able to sleep?"
Zhao Qingyuan’s Indian oil is simply not harmful...
Huo Qu stunned for a moment, then blushing to reveal a small dimple on his cheek, saying: "If you want, I will of course."
Yu Qinghuan: "..."
Yu Qinghuan, who was forced to brush his teeth several times a night, was still yawning when he went to the National Taiwan the next morning. Yu Xin originally wanted to ask, but the Huo Qu, who was aiming at the end of his side, still closed his mouth.
He thinks it is better not to delve into the reasons why Qinghuan is so sleepy.
The National Taiwan’s movements were very rapid. The first day was communicated with Qing Huan. The next day, all the actors who received the overseas cultural communication ambassador were called and the award ceremony was held.
This ceremonial continuation of the consistent style of the National Taiwanese, looks very serious, not only has a certificate, but also a certificate. Before the official admission, the stylist even deliberately made Yu Qinghuan's hair style a little more stable.
In the evening, Yu Qinghuan appeared on the news network. In a group of old artists with pleats, his handsome and handsome face was particularly prominent.
Although there are fewer people watching the news in front of the TV, the official media of almost all countries on Weibo have forwarded this news. Soon, Yu Qinghuan became the news of the new overseas cultural ambassador. The internet.
"Why congratulations and joys! I have had such a result in less than a year since I debuted. My mother powder is proud to stand up!"
"Hahahaha, although this is a serious matter, but what do I think is funny? You don't think this photo is like a little chicken with a beautiful eyebrow, and you have entered the old hens of high morality?"
"Ha ha ha ha ha upstairs poisonous! What is the ghost of the old hens!"
"Where, there is a black curtain, what is Yu Qinghuan on the national platform? Obviously there is a gold master behind it!"
"Are you stupid upstairs? Which gold master can bring the actor to the news network? If there is such a gold lord, I will ask for it and introduce it to me!"
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Yu Qinghuan did not know the undercurrent of the Internet. He was being surrounded by a group of people at this moment, and he could not get away from it.
"The young man is really Zhou Zheng," an old artist looked at him with a smile and said to him: "I heard that Xiaofeng’s ring was found, but thank you more, or she still doesn’t know how long it will take."
"Nothing," Yu Qinghuan smiled embarrassedly. "In fact, it is also a coincidence. I can help you, I feel very lucky."
"You can't say that," the old artist waved his hand, and his face suddenly showed a smile that was not good. "I heard that your luck is very good. The nickname is Koi? My daughter is your fan, every day at home. Forward your photo for good luck."
He took a small book from his pocket and handed it to Yu Qinghuan. "I know that I want to see you today. She specifically asked me to sign with you."
Yu Qinghuan did not expect that these old artists, who were usually stunned and stunned by the new generation of actors, would have made such a ground-breaking thing. After a moment, they took the book respectfully.
"You thank her for her kindness," he said as he wrote. "With so many good fans, I am really lucky."
This sentence obviously pleasing the old artist. The smile on his face is deeper. Just want to talk, a bunch of people suddenly come together, like watching a rare animal, unable to look at Yu Qinghuan.
"This is the unique aura of Wang Zhensheng that the old man said? Really good."
"Oh, Lao Liu actually found someone to sign, and is still so old and chasing stars?"
"No, I heard that Qinghua’s luck is particularly good. Does Lao Liu want to marry someone’s good fortune? Emma, ​​then sign me one!"
"Hey? Is there such a statement? Then I will join in the fun to have one..."
People who engage in art, even if they are older, are very close to the trend of thinking. Even like young people, one person has a signature with Yu Qinghuan.
The director of the awards ceremony saw this scene, and immediately took the opportunity to pull the photographer directly, let him take a few photos, and then sent a microblogging -
"I heard that Xiao Jinyu has good luck? [Photo] [Photo]"
Given the nature of the National Taiwan, even such activities are always serious and not interesting. Therefore, the attention among young people is very low. This year, I still hold the blessing of Yu Qinghuan, and then I have to send out a lost person.
The director almost lost his hair for this embarrassing, how can he not think of a two-in-one method, this time it is really no trick, then by the name of Yu Qinghuan, the little sold Meng.
As it turned out, his decision was completely correct. When this Weibo came out, it was madly forwarded by netizens.
"Scorpio! Suddenly there is a feeling of being happy and loving!"
"The trough! Isn't Liu Heng in front of it? Teacher Liu Heng who won the Lifetime Achievement Award! I will find Yu Qinghuan to sign!"
"Upstairs, not only Liu Heng, but also so many great people... Yu Qinghuan is really a magical person..."
"No, Qinghuan is not a human, he is a humanoid koi..."
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Because the contrast of this incident is too big and incredible, so many high-rise buildings were built on the forum that day. The reputation of Yu Qinghuan has been swayed by this matter, and it has almost reached the point where everyone knows it.
Like Xin Le, he walked in the tune, busy to choose the script for Yu Qing, chose the endorsement, and even forgot his birthday.
When Yu Qinghuan took out his birthday present, he was directly covered.
"What is this?" He took the gift box with a dizzy look and opened it. He suddenly opened his eyes with surprise. "SLR and lens? Lying in the trough! Micro-focus and telephoto?" Why did you suddenly send me this?"
Yu Qinghuan laughed and said: "Birthday gift. Brother, happy birthday."
Yu Xin likes photography very much, and is also very coveted for all kinds of SLRs and lenses. But... SLR is poor for three generations, and photography is ruined for a lifetime.
For the rest of his life, until his recent remuneration, Yu Xincai began to make money, not even the house, let alone investing in hobbies.
Yu Qinghuan always wanted to thank Yu Xin, but he did not express it. Just by this opportunity, he gave him something he liked. It was his own intention to him.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, Yu Xin is not professional enough, even dragging his hind legs. However, in his eyes, Yu Xin is the only agent in the world who can care for him wholeheartedly and take care of him.
There are many gold brokers, but Yu Xin has only one.
"I, I have forgotten, you still remember." Yu Xin held the gift tightly, for a long time, only to say a little red.
The best thing he has done in his life is to pull him in the most difficult time of Yu Qinghuan.