Rival says he loves me

Chapter 14

"Looking for you, not tired."

Wu Wei rolled up his jacket with one hand, revealing a black T-shirt and two arms inside.

Then the other party took off the T-shirt with the other hand, revealing the entire back, which was surprisingly clean, except for the distinct muscle texture, there was nothing superfluous.

Fang Gayao originally thought that Wu Wei would have tattoos.

Except for the old scar behind his ear, every part of the skin is intact.

It's almost like a virgin, describing Wu Wei like this even Fang Jiayao himself finds it a bit sexy, so he tries not to look at it and forces himself to look away.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Fang Gayao leaned half of his shoulders on the soft sofa, with his ears pointed in the direction of Wu Wei, and his eyes looked out of the window through the gray screen.

"Then you have to look at me with your eyes first." Wu Wei's upper body was naked, and the new jacket was half covered on his arms, he stopped all activities and waited for Fang Gayao to turn around.

"I have something to say," Wu Wei put on a loose cotton T-shirt, and threw one to Fang Gayao by the way.

Pure white.

"White is suitable for you," Wu Wei took two cans of beer from the small refrigerator, "This quenches your thirst. After drinking it, there is a choreography that needs you to try it."

"That's all?" Fang Gayao asked.

"That's all." Wu Wei said.

"You should also know the people who came here before, they are all friends, so just sell favors." Wu Wei sat next to Fang Jiayao, still at the old-fashioned distance, without crossing the line, "There is a little stickiness in the movement, I will ask you to see it look."

For the time being, Fang Jiayao will not set an example for Wu Wei's poor technique of changing the topic, and turn his attention to his old business.

When it comes to dancing, he can say a few words, and now Wu Wei is his half-boss, and his personal emotions have to be left behind. The boss talks to you about work, and you talk to the boss about your relationship. This is very unprofessional.

"Yeah." After taking a sip of ice wine, Fang Gayao began to wake up.

Wu Wei founded the studio for a short time, but his business is solid. Many people came to him because they believed in him. Wu Wei won the championship of the "be" competition a few years ago.

This matter has caused a lot of trouble in recent years, Wu Wei's studio was immediately sought after, and there is a big reason for that competition.

Wu Wei only participated in one international competition, and his reputation exploded.

Even though Fang Gayao consciously didn't pay attention to the events of the competition circle, he couldn't stand the impact of this event. A few friends who were dancing before mentioned Wu Wei's matter in two or three sentences. In the BE Tour Finals that year, Wu Wei It can be regarded as a dark horse, another Asian who is most likely to win the championship in seconds.

Du Yu.

But Wu Wei only went there once, and there will be no one in the various large-scale competitions in the future.

"Is it okay?" Wu Wei used his mobile phone to cut songs and changed to Urban's tune. A few tunes exploded in the air, and then there was a bit of a rotten tune.

"Urban choreography?" Fang Gayao changed into white cotton, feeling very comfortable, couldn't help but look at the back label of the clothes, it was printed with embroidered "BOOM—KING"

"Do you like it?" Wu Wei tapped his fingers along with the syllables, climbed from his fingertips to Jiayao's shoulder above, and tapped on Fang Gayao's body rhythmically, "I think you will like it."

Fang Jiayao is familiar with this piece, and it was the one that he played the most smoothly in the past.

"I don't like it," Fang Gayao said very bluntly, sinking into the deepest part of the sofa, avoiding Wu Wei's hand.

"So you come here first?" Fang Gayao bypassed Wu Wei and stood in front of the window, "I'll get familiar with it first, and then you can do whatever you want."

"Success." Wu Wei replied simply, and followed the beat neatly to find the rhythm.

Fang Gayao just leaned against the window to watch, his back was cold and comfortable, but this time he didn't want to sleep, he stared at Wu Wei and moved his body up, trying to see more clearly.

Wu Wei is a genius.

This is the fact that Fang Jiayao was sure of when he saw Wu Wei dancing. Wu Wei's sense of rhythm, muscle control, and leading dance skills are all top-notch. Wu Wei didn't skip the New Year's Eve party before, although he was only in charge of choreography , Fang Gayao looked at him differently, just judging from the content of the choreography, the standard is first-rate, so he himself will not be far behind.

Even with this layer of psychological construction, he was still violently hit by Wu Wei.

All his muscles vibrated, matched with the twisting of the bones, what exploded was absolute strength, and the fortitude in the softness was just right.

Fang Jiayao couldn't take his eyes off Wu Wei's whole body.

During the whole process, Wu Wei was staring at Fang Gayao's eyes.

So Fang Gayao kept looking at him.

Eyes have been following him.

"Here," Wu Wei stopped at a beat, "This action needs to be changed." Wu Wei waved at Fang Jiayao, "Remember this point, and when I make gestures in the future, I will always remember and change it."

Fang Jiayao nodded and moved closer, and found that Wu Wei was already sweating, so he said softly, "I know."

The sound of the rain hitting the window became louder and louder, gradually changing from a ticking sound to a one-sided frenzy of the rain, and the glass began to reflect twisted and flowing light and shadow, which leaked on the glass surface and reflected on Fang Gayao's side face, his mouth My hair was dry and I wanted to touch a cigarette, but later I realized that I had changed my clothes and felt empty.

The immeasurable anxiety made Fang Gayao unable to stand up soon.

Wu Wei's choreography covers a wide range, ranging from street dance to urban choreography and even other small dance genres. At the beginning, Wu Wei still discussed the field of street dance with him, but as time went on, Fang Jiayao could see it.

This is seduction.

"Remember?" Wu Wei turned up the T-shirt, and used half of it to wipe sweat, while walking towards Fang Gayao, went to the hanger to touch the cigarette and fire, and specially handed it to Fang Gayao, "I know you are addicted , this fire is fresh."

Fang Jiayao didn't answer, "You don't get rewarded for your merits, let's talk about work first." After he finished speaking, he wanted to bend down, but Wu Wei stuck a stick in his mouth.

The familiar bitter taste.

Foil stamping MILDSEVEN.

Wu Wei was sweating profusely, so he moved a little away, and lighted one for himself, "I said, don't hold on."

Fang Jiayao's smoking history is short, but he can't hold back his addiction, especially Wu Wei's, which is almost on the tip of his heart, and it takes a lot of energy to actively restrain himself. If there is no entertainment in his mouth, he will feel uncomfortable.

"Thanks." Since Wu Wei brought it to his lips, Fang Gayao didn't care.

"Huo'er." Wu Wei approached cautiously, because Fang Gayao was covered in sweat, Fang Jiayao could feel the vivid body temperature when the other party approached.

"I'm a rough person, I don't care about it." Wu Wei helped Fang Gayao set it off with his own fireworks tip, raised his eyelids, cut first and played later, talking to himself after taking advantage of it.

Naturally, Fang Gayao suppressed all the heat and anger, and was still speechless.

Thanks to Wu Wei, the dumb can eat all he wants.

Seeing that Fang Gayao's ears were blushing, Wu Wei quit as soon as he saw it, and didn't make any more aggressive moves. He knew that Fang Gayao had a good temper, but he was thin-skinned, and he couldn't be coaxed if he poked him. After taking advantage of the petty advantage, he naturally had to give him a piece of candy to appease him, so he said, "The paragraphs just now were used by a few friends for the competition. If you see something inappropriate, I will change it."

It is equivalent to Wu Wei directly handing over the right to make decisions to Fang Jiayao, which is a kind of gesture.

"You're really good at playing." Fang Jiayao was only out of breath with a smile, and he didn't know whether he was angry or laughing when he said this, "Actually, the few movements you marked are not a big problem, but when the nodes are switched, There are too many movements, and it is difficult for ordinary people to grasp." Fang Jiayao carefully recalled Wu Wei's figure, in fact, Wu Wei did quite perfectly in several brilliant turns, and the reason why they were marked was largely because ordinary people couldn't do them.

too difficult.

"They say it's difficult, and I've practiced it a few times, but it doesn't work." Wu Wei sat with his arms wide open, in an extremely brutal posture, with his neck raised and his Adam's apple raised, chatting while puffing out smoke rings, "but I don't think so." Wu Wei's choreography is largely limited by the client's own conditions, and there are many explosive connections that Wu Wei can imagine and create, but no one dances.

Wu Wei himself was bored, and if there were too many such things, he would become numb.

"The first paragraph just now, come again?" Wu Wei's expression was hidden in the smoke, "I beg you."

After Wu Wei finished speaking, a thunder exploded outside the window, tearing up half of the dark sky.

And the two figures in the screen window.

Fang Jiayao didn't speak, he pinched his cigarette, put down his drink, walked towards the mirror, waited until he stood still in the middle, and smiled at Wu Wei: "Boss Wu, look after me."

After the rainstorm, it was sunny again, Vanke was blinded by the sun, and moved to Fang Jiayao's shade to chat.

Shaking his head and thinking that there is no one in the right shape, he is quite puzzled, why his Brother Yao has placed an order today, and the standard equipment of Master Wei who is following him is gone, so it is very rare, "What's going on, you two quarreled?" Wanke couldn't help gossip Brother Yao was afraid that he had been stuck together for a long time, and he was not used to being separated suddenly.

"How to say?" Fang Gayao looked down at the book, took notes carefully, and responded to Vanke by the way.

"No, what about Master Wei? Today is Saturday, you two are just two people?" In Vanke's mind, they are a couple, both protect food, and it's hard for him to speak ill of anyone now.

"He has something to do, I'm reading, it's not normal." Fang Jiayao stopped writing after finishing speaking, and the carbon pen clicked and clicked on a decimal point. In fact, yesterday's interest was picked up by Wu Wei, and many emotions were out of control. So now when I think of that smiling face towards Wu Weilu, I regret it.

Careless.

"What are you doing here? Who are you cursing?" Wanke watched Fang Gayao poke a hole in the textbook, not sure where his thoughts were wandering, "But it's good if I didn't follow you, what I told you last time Take care, don't keep running to him if you have nothing to do recently."

"Huh?" Fang Gayao was brought back by him, "What's wrong?"

Vanke clicked his tongue twice, "Have you forgotten what their family does? His father is engaged in real estate, and opening clubs is just for fun. His father was a ruthless man back then, and he offended many people in his early years." Vanke is a local Well, I listened to his father telling jokes all the year round, but he knew all the big shit that happened in the local area, and he talked about it endlessly.

"How should I put it?" Vanke scratched his head, "Let me tell you this, rounding it up, their family is half a gangster society, and the people they come into contact with are not good people, so I always tell you to be careful."

Vanke is not targeting Wu Wei either. After all, he knows how to repay favors, and he knows that he has received favors from Wu Wei, so he still helps Wu Wei when he gossips, "It's not good if I'm not Wu Wei. Background, ordinary people really don't want to mess with that show, really, the gain outweighs the loss."

Vanke said it sincerely, and it didn't seem like he was joking. He also specially adjusted his hair to look formal.

"I know." Fang Gayao also put down his pen, closed the book, leaned on his arm and looked under the shade of the tree by the window, "I know everything."

Wu Wei has a top-notch appearance. I heard from Vanke that no one dares to chase after him. Men and women who covet Wu Wei’s face have not been able to overcome their inner construction. Wu Wei looks wild, looks fierce, and has a magical family background.

"What about you? Why are you telling me this?" Fang Gayao adjusted his face and looked at Wanke's energetic eyes, very pure.

"It's just that you're afraid of falling into a pit, aren't you afraid?" Vanke is also very curious about this point, Fang Gayao is the last one who can stay by Master Wei's side without changing his face.

"He's really nice." Fang Gayao suddenly shut up after finishing speaking. He seemed to be explaining to Vanke "the fact that Wu Wei is really nice" and hoped that Vanke would believe it and experience it personally. Wu Wei is good. .

If a person has been living in other people's stereotypes, it is like an invisible cage. To others, Wu Wei is a thorn, a dangerous product that can only hurt others.

Fang Gayao thought, a dangerous product in the eyes of others, but he would occasionally show his canine teeth and say "please", and make some jokes with a naughty air. He is also a person with emotions, so it would be pitiful to be isolated by rumors like this.

Fang Jiayao's sympathy was inexplicably tricked out by Vanke, and a large part of his good mood all morning turned into empathy for Wu Wei.

Fang Gayao glanced at the time, he didn't really want to go back during the lunch break, and he didn't want to eat, he was wrapped in a cool chair, and with the cool summer breeze blowing through the classroom, his whole body and mind stretched out, "Thank you, you I know what I said, and I have my own plans." Fang Jiayao thanked Vanke sincerely, "He is very nice and comfortable alone."

Vanke nodded as if he knew about it a long time ago, "Brother Yao, I am always on call, and you can order anything!"

Fang Gayao was also curious, "So hard work?" He and Wanke simply closed eyes, and Wanke was like a brother next door, smiling like the sun.

"Brother Yao, I also want to ask you something." Vanke quietly moved his buttocks on the chair beside Fang Gayao, put his chin on the surface of his hand, and asked eagerly, "Someone said that you laugh so hard Does it look good?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a while.

Fang Gayao didn't reply immediately, his thoughts were heavy, someone had indeed said it before.

He listened to it for nearly ten years.

I got used to it, became numb, and later became disgusted.

The emotions were so mixed that he was unable to speak for a while, he opened his mouth and remained silent, stretched his fingers into his pocket to touch a thin cigarette, rubbed it for a while, and then raised his head, "I said it."

Vanke was not sure what Fang Gayao meant at the beginning. At first, seeing that he didn't speak, he thought it was something that made him unhappy, but he seemed to have nothing to do with his tone, so he asked again, "Brother Yao, it's not that I deliberately To compliment you, I just think you look really good-looking when you smile, and you just have a good impression." After finishing speaking, he felt ambiguous before waving his hands, "Don't get me wrong, it's not the kind of liking, but the feeling of a pure brother. I used to have a brother too. , so I just see you kindly, and I'm afraid you will suffer."

Fang Gayao said calmly, "I know, thanks." He couldn't help but grab Vanke's head.

Wanke's hair is soft and fluffy, and it feels good in the hand. Fang Gayao withdrew his hand, looked out of the window and turned back to Wanke and said, "I know, but don't say it in the future."

Fang Gayao didn't like to hear this.

I don't like to laugh either.

Fang Gayao temporarily changed his plan, went to the playground at noon, and ran for eight kilometers.

He was wearing the pure white jacket from last night, and it was only after the run that he lay face up on the track that Fang Gayao realized that including this one, he already had two pieces of Wu Wei's clothes on hand.

Before he could return the cowhide jacket, Fang Gayao wanted to take out his mobile phone to contact Fang Liming. Coincidentally, the face of the mobile phone was facing his face, and he received a message from Wu Wei.

- you look good when you smile