I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 49

1.

He Mingxu started to take pictures of volg. He said that in order to prevent Jiang Wensong from forgetting things, he held up his camera to shoot this and that all day long.

So many times, when Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu, what he saw was no longer that handsome face, but a dark lens.

There were also many times when Jiang Wensong didn't even know that He Mingxu was recording.

When the first vlog was cut, Jiang Wensong participated in its premiere.

But after watching it for a while, Jiang Wensong paused and asked He Mingxu, who was sitting on the other side, why there was a picture of them kissing.

He Mingxu leaned on the sofa with a calm face, and continued to say that it was to prevent him from losing his memory and forgetting the relationship between the two.

After explaining far-fetchedly, he hugged Jiang Wensong's shoulder flatteringly, and kissed his cheek.

Jiang Wensong tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously.

He Mingxu looked away and continued to play the paused video.

Because the kissing scene was very short, Jiang Wensong forgot about this question after a while.

The scenes in the video are strange and familiar. It is obvious that the protagonist is himself, but from another angle, everything seems to be very novel.

Among them, 90.00% of Jiang Wensong's pictures included [-]% milk tea.

Milk tea is a kitten they just adopted a few months ago.

Jiang Wensong picked it up in the grass outside the school.

Although He Mingxu made a solemn statement at the beginning that he would never help Jiang Wensong raise such a small thing.

But in the end, Milk Tea managed to break into the enemy's interior by relying on its own charm, and successfully occupied a corner of He Mingxu's rental house.

At the end of the whole volg is Jiang Wensong's sleeping profile, the sticky milk tea is curled up beside the pillow, and the warm yellow light at the head of the bed casts a soft light on Jiang Wensong's delicate face.

After the last rustling sound, He Mingxu appeared on the screen and gently kissed Jiang Wensong's side face.

Leaving aside the content problems of the video, such as the shot of fried hair and edema in the morning, the shot of yawning as if trying to eat people, the scene of eating like a hungry tiger, etc., the filming and editing of the video are actually not bad.

After He Mingxu promised that the videos he took were only for his own consumption, Jiang Wensong didn't care about He Mingxu's shooting of videos anymore, and gradually became accustomed to always looking at his camera.

Until a few months later, when the two were shopping in the street, they were suddenly accosted by a little sister who looked like a high school girl.

Ahhhhhh is it W and M? !

Jiang Wensong remembered that she asked this.

Compared to his bewildered expression, He Mingxu was obviously much calmer, even with a bit of complacency on his face.

After He Mingxu nodded and said yes, the little sister became incoherent with excitement, but in summary, she expressed her liking for them and wanted to take a photo together.

Jiang Wensong thought about it for a while, and always felt that this scene was like a celebrity meeting a fan.

But they are neither celebrities nor Internet celebrities.

After taking the photo, the little sister happily said that she really likes you!But the update is really too slow!

Jiang Wensong paused, and guessed most of it in an instant.

After the two said goodbye to the little fans, He Mingxu obediently handed over his account.

Most of the content of the account is their daily life. Jiang Wensong watched a few of them, and the duration was only a few minutes. Although there were no scenes showing their faces in the video, the daily chat conversations between the two were recorded.

The account has many fans, and there are many comments under each video.

Jiang Wensong held the phone nervously and happily watched most of the night, and woke up early the next day with dark circles under his eyes.

When He Mingxu got up, he saw Jiang Wensong sitting at the desk reading a book.

"Your acting skills will lose fans."

Jiang Wensong threw the book in his hand.

2.

Jiang Wensong didn't quite know how many video materials He Mingxu had in his hands, but he only knew that he was really serious about making videos.

Almost to the extent that the camera does not leave the hand.

So Jiang Wensong kindly comforted He Mingxu when he had to go abroad for half a month because of an overseas competition.

If you really miss him, watch the recorded video.

At that time, He Mingxu was playing with the camera, but Wen Yan didn't refute, but only looked up at him.

Jiang Wensong softened his heart instantly.

Don't worry, half a month will soon, I will video call with you every day.

Jiang Wensong did what he said, and talked to He Mingxu every day for half a month.

On the last day of the competition, Jiang Wensong also postponed the last free play time, bought a plane ticket and hurried back to China.

It was already late at night when they arrived at the door of the house, and there was still half an hour before their agreed daily talking time.

Panting for breath, Jiang Wensong opened the door lightly.

The lights in the living room were dimmed, only some light could be seen from the half-hidden door of the bedroom.

In addition, there was a burst of enthusiastic sex, especially in the silent room.

Jiang Wensong's face turned pale, and his footsteps stopped abruptly.

After pausing for a few seconds, his face turned from white to red again, and he headed aggressively into the bedroom.

In the bedroom, He Mingxu was sitting in front of the computer, and an indescribable picture was playing on the screen, together with a blushing voice.

"Ahhh~He Mingxu~ah~~"

Before the sound of sex became sharper, Jiang Wensong threw the bag in front of the computer to cover the indecent screen, furious.

"Fuck! He Mingxu!!! Who asked you to shoot this!"

He Mingxu turned his head, widened his eyes, and stood up in surprise, "Didn't you just come back tomorrow?!"

"Get lost!" Jiang Wensong pushed He Mingxu's approaching face away.

"I want to die! Give me a kiss!" He Mingxu continued to lean over reluctantly.

Soon there was another channel in the room.