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Chapter 63 The seventh time

After sitting on the bed, Zhao Jindong was not idle, so he went to read the novel written by Song Chen first.

He is busy and does not chase after the update every day.

"After Love Getting Old" has been written on the campus part. Unlike the previous part, Song Chen wrote this part very warmly. But because of God's perspective, this candy with a knife is indeed very suitable for making movies.

This part is also written in a very down-to-earth manner. Some details of campus life are written in detail, and they are full of compassion and warmth.

He glanced at Song Chen next to him and found that Song Chen was lying there and looking at him quietly.

Song Chen had a particularly unreal feeling.

Seeing such a handsome guy sitting next to him, he only needed to look for a while and couldn't help but think about his lips and tongue. His lips were soft, but his tongue was extremely aggressive, killing all directions in his mouth.

Zhao Jindong's tongue is long and thick, wrapped in a sweet taste.

He really wished he could kiss Zhao Jindong twenty-four hours a day.

He doesn't need to have sex anymore. He just kisses, and it feels so beautiful.

"It's well written." He said to Song Chen.

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, sat up and said, "I thought you were working, but I was reading my novel."

He was thinking just now that Zhao Jindong was still kissing him in the dark at the last moment, so why did he bent on his work the next moment?

He smiled and said, "Where did you see?"

"I saw Luo Wensheng helping Yu Nuo to grab the food in the small cafeteria."

Upon hearing this, Song Chen sat up and said, "Come on, tell me what are the areas that need improvement."

Zhao Jindong said: "I can't give you any advice on this. I have been very ordinary in Chinese since I was a child."

He is a genius of mathematics, physics and chemistry. His Chinese language is the most unsophisticated and has always been a drag. However, Song Chen never passed the math, physics and chemistry, but his liberal arts scores have always been good. He is seriously biased towards subjects, and he is the admission qualification bought by Zhao Yungang for him in college.

After signing the contract, Song Chen made a recommendation. With the number of exposures, there were a lot more comments and clicks than before, but he was still a little transparent one. However, he no longer made money by this. He was tough in the background and was not afraid of losing. What he was thinking about now was to write a short and medium-length story seriously, with a higher quality of writing, which was worthy of Zhao Yungang and the others' efforts.

"If you look at it again in the future, tell me what you think is bad about writing, and I will modify it as appropriate. In fact, my writing style is average. It is polite for others to praise me, so there is no need to be polite between us. You must say whatever you want."

Zhao Jindong said "hmm" and suddenly asked, "Why did you think of writing such a story? How did you get the inspiration?"

Song Chen said with his arm on his back, "In the past, I often saw people discussing gender issues. It seems that the biggest gap between homosexuals is gender. Later, society developed, and everyone's acceptance in this regard is getting higher and higher, especially the younger generation, even if they don't like it, they know how to respect other people's sexual orientations. When I wrote the article, I thought there were still obstacles worth writing about. I thought of shemale love. Between people and monsters, it seems that the most thought of racial obstacles in the past were racial obstacles. But I think that gods and people, the saddest thing about monsters is not interracial, but life expectancy. You are already old and young, and what I am still young is not about separation from life and death, but about the change of each other's mood in the process of death. Whether it is the old side or the one who will never grow old, I think the feelings in this are very touching."

After he said so much in one breath, Zhao Jindong was stunned for a moment.

To be honest, he used to think that Song Chen was very shallow. In his eyes, Song Chen was just a shallow and ostentatious person, with a low level of education, no skills, and a perverted personality. He had nothing but beauty.

He really needs to spend some energy to understand Song Chen. They are the most familiar strangers, and they have never talked about heart. He doesn't know what the real Song Chen is like, and probably Song Chen doesn't understand him either.

But it's not too late, they still have a chance to make up for it.

"Write well, when I start preparing for the movie after the New Year, I will take this project seriously." He said to Song Chen: "Don't be too stressed. The film and television industry is in a deep state. Dad decided to invest in the first novel you wrote, both to support you and to test the waters for the new department. This kind of love theme will not be very invested in, so you should write it as a pure novel, and don't consider anything else."

Song Chen nodded, suddenly leaned towards Zhao Jindong, and leaned against Zhao Jindong's thigh.

Zhao Jindong looked down at him, and he hugged Zhao Jindong's thigh.

If you move your hands a little further up, you will touch the sensitive parts.

He has a little love hidden in his heart.

"Look at your tablet, it's time to work," Song Chen said: "I'm going to sleep with your legs in my arms."

Zhao Jindong said: "Then you hug it down a little."

Song Chen hugged him down. He liked to smell the smell of Zhao Jindong. The warm breath was both sexy and comfortable, which made him feel itchy in his heart, like feathers touching his heart.

Some people think that love is not important. There are many other and more important things in life without love. Even if you are in love, you pay more attention to independence and personal space. Some people just turn around. Once you love someone deeply, you wish you could be like a koala. You will stay on the other person for 24 hours. Song Chen belongs to the latter type. He has a very heavy love and desire and can drown people.

Maybe because the part he hugged was inappropriate, Zhao Jindong felt that the root of his thigh was a bit weird, and the heat flowed upwards, which made him unable to work in the end.

He felt Song Chen's head moving down little by little, almost getting into the quilt, and the exhaled heat was smothering his thighs. He looked down, reached out gently, and then lifted the corner of the quilt. Song Chen had nowhere to hide, leaned on his thigh with a red face, and suddenly raised his head.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Jindong asked.

Song Chen blushed and said, "Do nothing."

"Hungry?"

Song Chen didn't expect that a serious young man like Zhao Jindong was born to speak dirty words and he could speak at will.

He didn't say anything, and Zhao Jindong continued to ask: "Do you want to eat?"

Zhao Jindong had been flirting with him for a long time. Since he opened his mouth, it was like he had opened a tunnel, and he felt that he was about to discharge floods at all times.

"If you want to eat, just say it, it's not that you won't give it to you." Zhao Jindong looked down at him and said.

Song Chen suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, and almost got impulsive and said he wanted to eat.

Although he really wanted to know what it tasted like, what he wanted to know more was whether there was 191. He was so curious that he was so angry that Zhao Jindong deliberately hung him, and every time he was intimate, he covered his eyes, but he just didn't show it to him.

The more you keep it like this, the more curious Song Chen is. If the capital is not enough, men will not dare to sell it easily. After all, it will make the other party's appetite rise. If it is easy to take off the pants one by one, it will be counterproductive.

It seems that Zhao Jindong is very confident in his capital.

When I wrote it, I just wanted to give it a touch. The fierce attack in Danmei articles, I was embarrassed to call it an attack without 18. In order to make up for his height, he made a 191 male lead.
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