Morbid Attachment

In the center of the stage there is a huge curtain, where the video on demand by the guests is displayed.

There should be Qi Boyan's die-hard fans among the guests tonight. In addition to songs, there are concert videos, Qi Boyan's voice, Qi Boyan's appearance, everything about Qi Boyan, everywhere.

Ji Wang tugged at his neckline and asked for another glass of wine. This time it wasn't Prunus pers. He usually just took it as an aperitif, and he must have used other stronger wines to cover up the remaining taste in his mouth.

This stubborn and useless behavior proved his addiction in disguise.

On the screen, Qi Boyan sang and danced, with a special voice and a sexy typhoon. His eyes were very bold, he smiled and unbuttoned a few buttons, and the audience screamed loudly.

Qi Boyan had a special ornament on his body, and he took out the cut tape from the tape. The black tape was wrapped around his wrist several times, and the end of the tape slid over his abs and waist, where the camera knew very well, a mermaid line hidden deep in the stage suit.

Qi Boyan has many male and female fans, covering all genders, from a to o, and everyone is crazy about him.

Because of his girlfriend's relationship, Song Ge has been numb to see Qi Boyan. He clicked his tongue twice, turned back and continued to gossip with Ji Wang: "My girlfriend said that Qi Boyan would tie that tape to every concert, and it was rumored that it was something given to him by an old lover."

Ji Wang put out the cigarette, not listening attentively.

Probably no one knew better than him what the tapes were recording.

That was his voice, his high/cháo voice.

As if on purpose, Qi Boyan performed on stage every time. On their wrists, there was always the obscure tape that only they knew about.

Qi Boyan recorded it in front of him, Ji Wang struggled at that time, full of reluctance, and even bit his lip out of blood, trying to endure all the noise.

But the person on him is Qi Boyan, no one can provoke Qi Boyan and then retreat.

In my memory, Qi Boyan's voice was not as deep and hoarse as it is today, but it was a hundred times more sexy than the one shown on stage today.

He bound Ji Wang, suppressed Ji Wang, and whispered in his ear, "Happy birthday, my gift to you."

Ji Wang's eyes were wet and he replied in a hoarse voice, "Mad."

He was bloodied by Qi Boyan, and the back of his neck was bitten. The alpha pheromone collided violently and recklessly in the body, fighting like a field, demanding that people surrender.

Qi Boyan listened, but smiled as if Ji Wang said he loved him.

The tape, which only Qi Boyan has heard, only Ji Wang knows, is the most secretive and private, the voice of accepting pain and giving joy.

chapter 2

After coming out of the bar, Song Ge handed Ji Wang a bag: "Happy birthday, this is a gift."

The words "Happy Birthday" inevitably brought back some memories of Ji Wang's past. In addition, Qi Boyan ingested too much tonight, Ji Wang only felt that the wine in his stomach was tumbling, and he felt sick to the point of vomiting.

In front of Song Ge, Ji Wang still showed a peaceful smile and took the bag: "Thank you, I'll invite you to dinner next time."

Song Ge shrugged: "Okay, who knows when the next time will be, you will be very busy next time."

Ji Wang doesn't think so: "Not necessarily, you know, I'm very busy when I'm not playing."

Song Ge has been expecting him to be popular since his debut, and kept telling him, how could you not be popular because you are so handsome.

In fact, Ji Wang really didn't become popular. He didn't have a strong obsession with whether he was popular or not. For him, acting was just a meal.

Saying goodbye to Song Ge and getting into a taxi, Ji Wang opened the bag and found a box of perfume pheromones inside. Seeing this gift, Ji Wang was speechless for a while. He contacted Song Ge on WeChat, took a photo and sent it, and then put a question mark.

Song Ge didn't feel that the gift he gave was casual: "Qi Boyan's pheromone is the same perfume, I have been begging my girlfriend for a long time!"

Ji Wang: "What are you giving me this?"

"Don't you like peaches? Qi Boyan's pheromones are also peach-flavored." Speaking of which, Song Ge also added: "By the way, your pheromone tastes like wine, right? You spray it on your body, no It's Prunus persi! Your favorite!"

Ji Wang threw his phone and perfume aside, and didn't plan to go back. He also decided not to come out to meet Song Ge even if he had no time for a show.

In fact, he also understands in his heart that it is not Song Ge's fault. No one knows the past between him and Qi Boyan. Who would have thought that the now-famous Qi Boyan had a relationship with this little-known actor.

When he got off the taxi, Sister Hong had already called him three times. Ji Wang got out of the car and wanted to leave the perfume in the car, but the driver stopped him: "Young man, your stuff!"

Ji Wang had to pick up the bag and plan to throw it in the trash can downstairs at home. Although it was a bit sorry for Song Ge, Ji Wang would rather drink a thousand glasses of Prunus persi than accept a bottle of Qi Boyan's same perfume.

At this time, Sister Hong called again, Ji Wang picked it up, and they were talking about work. Sister Hong told him that she had talked about a variety show for him, and she would leave next week. The guests have not yet been fully decided. Come down, but the production team is very good, and the backstage is quite hard.

Although this new program is just a test of the water, it can also guarantee follow-up publicity and resources. Originally, it was impossible for Yi Ji Wang to be in the coffee position, but his drama has been very popular recently, and the show team also needs an artist who is more open and can endure hardship.