I conquered the entertainment industry

Chapter 201 The Damn Dream
"Well, it hurts..."

"Baby, be good..."

Sweet lips, soft body.

And the hearty refreshment after the impulsive movement he couldn't restrain.

When he woke up from the dream, Jun Moting felt an indescribable joy.

It was as if the depression that had been suppressed in my heart for a long time was relieved all of a sudden.

But in an instant, when it made people feel uncomfortable, Jun Moting belatedly realized what happened.

Damn it, he actually had a spring dream?

Turning his head to look, the curtains were fluttering, and the morning light was faint.

And it was clearly not his room.

Turning his head away with a stiff neck, Jun Mo Ting sat up and returned to his room with an almost embarrassed face.

Hot water poured down his head, and Jun Moting finally woke up, but his mind was full of that damned dream.

The woman in the dream couldn't see her face clearly.

However, he was sure that it was a woman.

Bright red lips, beautiful butterfly valley, slender waist.

And that murmured "Um, it hurts" was even more obviously girlish and shy.

Sensing the abnormality in his body, Jun Moting just lowered his head and glanced, and the look of embarrassment appeared in his eyes again.

He just thought about it, and his body's reaction was already so strong?
It's terrifying!

After reaching out his hand to adjust the cold water, Jun Moting let out a long breath.

It was as if he wanted to exhale all the fiery desire in his heart with that breath.

Going downstairs again, I heard small cheerful voices in the dining room.

Jun Moting paused.

Last night he went to Qin Ye's room by mistake and had that dream again.

Qin Ye, will you notice something?
There was a flash of embarrassment in his eyes, and Jun Moting turned to leave, but before he could move, Qin Shuyi spotted him, "Mo Ting, it's time for breakfast..."

"Oh."

In response, Jun Moting entered the restaurant.

He was complaining to the boy with an unhappy face.

"Brother, how much wine did you drink last night? I went to the wrong room again, which made me have nowhere to go. I squeezed with Xiaoxiao all night."

"Feel sorry……"

Jun Moting's voice was slightly hoarse, "We've slept together for so long, I'm used to it."

"You, drink less wine for social gatherings in the future."

Said angrily, and replaced the coffee prepared for him with milk, Qin Shuyi turned to look at Qin Ye, "You too, your brother went to your room, so you wouldn't go to his room to sleep?"

"I……"

What if he woke up in the middle of the night and found something was wrong, and ran back to his room again?
Finally escaped from danger, and then sent myself to his bed?

Qin Ye rolled his eyes angrily, "Forget it, I'll remember to lock the door from now on."

Feeling the cold air coming from the man in an instant, Qin Ye raised his chin unwillingly, "When you were sleeping just right, a woman reeking of alcohol was thrown beside you, can you bear it?"

"alright……"

Seeing that early in the morning, the two brothers were at odds again, Qin Shuyi hurriedly made a sound to smooth things over.

As if offering a treasure, Xiao Xiao pushed her painting to Jun Moting's eyes, "Daddy, the teacher said that my painting is good, so he rewarded me with a little red flower."

“Small is the best!”

After a casual compliment, Jun Moting looked down.

With just one glance, his body stiffened instantly.

Blue sky, white clouds and green grass, on the long track is a three-seater roller coaster.

There are two big ones and one small, and the three of them only have their backs, and it can be clearly seen that the little girl has two small knots.

The person on the left is my father at first glance, with a broad and stalwart back.

And the thinner person on the right has short hair, but the person who sees it subconsciously thinks that it is the mother at that moment.

But Jun Mo Ting knew that Xiao Xiao painted Qin Ye.

In that dream that was so charming that I couldn't remember the other person's face, the fingertips went from the other person's cheek to neck, and then to the waist of the collarbone.

The touch of short hair still seems to be lingering at the fingertips.

Seeing this painting now, Jun Moting's eyes tightened.

Was it Qin Ye that he dreamed about?

(End of this chapter)