The quick-traveling villain has no way to escape.

Song Tingyun walked to the village with casual thoughts. The villagers all knew that a celebrity was coming to their village to film a variety show recently. The filming location was quite far from the village.

When they saw Song Tingyun walking over, they knew he must be a celebrity just by looking at his attire. Everyone stared at Song Tingyun, as if they were looking at some rare object.

Song Tingyun was not familiar with this place, and he didn't know whether there was a health room in the village. The sun was so strong that people were dizzy from the sun, so he decided to take a shortcut and ask the villagers chatting on the roadside.

"Excuse me, I would like to know if there is a health room in this village?"

Song Tingyun spoke Mandarin. The local villagers who stayed in the village were all elderly people who did not understand or speak Mandarin.

He spoke in the local dialect and looked at his mouth moving, but Song Tingyun didn't understand any of the words that came out.

"Huh?" Song Tingyun felt as if he heard an alien talking, "Can you speak Mandarin? I can't understand your dialect."

The other party babbled again, speaking quickly and even gesticulating. Song Tingyun was stunned because he didn't know what the other party wanted to express.

He decided to give up communicating and look for it slowly.

He finally understands now that it is necessary for the country to universalize compulsory education and unify Mandarin.

The village is quite large, but the households are not concentrated together. Two or three families live together, and there are two or three more households around the corner. If Song Tingyun searches like this, he will probably find the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

He didn't give up and asked a relatively young woman. The woman was carrying a basket with bamboo shoots in it.

The result was still the same. Song Tingyun couldn't understand a word the other party said.

Song Tingyun was helpless, and so were the women.

Just when Song Tingyun decided to give up, thinking that it would hurt, and it wouldn't hurt to death anyway, a sudden car horn startled Song Tingyun, and he almost fell into the ditch next to him.

"Who is it?" Song Tingyun was so angry that he had no place to vent his worries. He asked if there was no one who could speak Mandarin along the way. What kind of place was the director looking for? At this moment, someone came to specifically bring trouble.

There was something unexpected at the company, and Yan Qilang was about to leave. He had already bought his ticket and was now in a hurry to catch the train.

Time was tight, but when he saw Song Tingyun talking to others on the roadside and sweating on his forehead, he still stopped.

"It's so hot right now, what are you doing?" Yan Qilang pressed down the car window and looked at Song Tingyun who looked angry.

Ten minutes ago, Song Tingyun was still talking about Yan Qilang in his heart. Now he saw the person, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He boasted with a bitter look on his face and said: "I wanted to find out if there was a health room in this village, but it turns out that no one here can speak Mandarin, and I can't understand their dialect."

"Why are you looking for a clinic? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Thinking that Song Tingyun might be sick, Yan Qilang subconsciously thought, "There is no clinic in this village, only in the town."

"There isn't one in the village." When Song Tingyun heard that there wasn't, Song Tingyun was instantly discouraged.

If he hadn't come out to find out why it was such a hot day, he would be like a fool, asking so many people, and talking for a long time.

"what are you going to do?"

"On the neck and arms, the places scratched by the thorns on the lotus root stems hurt when I sweat. I want to get some medicine to apply them." Maybe in Song Tingyun's subconscious, Yan Qilang is his boyfriend. They are the most intimate people in this world.

He was a bit squeamish when he spoke, and his tone also had a slight ending, which made Yan Qilang feel itchy in his heart.

He stared at Song Tingyun, trying to tell whether Song Tingyun spoke in this tone unintentionally or on purpose.

Could it be that he really made a mistake.

Song Tingyun is actually a very high-level hunter?

While talking, Song Tingyun raised his arm to show it to Yan Qilang, and then blamed Yan Qilang for not saving him that day: "Look at my arm. If you had been a good person that day and pulled me up earlier, I might not have saved him." It was scratched so hard.”

Yan Qilang: "..."

Why is this still his fault?

This method is interesting enough.

"This has nothing to do with me. You are too stupid."

Song Tingyun: "..."

Can you speak?

How could Song Tingyun admit that he was stupid? He glared at Yan Qilang and took two steps back: "You should leave quickly."

Knowing that Yan Qilang was leaving, Song Tingyun felt a little reluctant to leave but had no choice. He had no relationship with Yan Qilang now and had no position to ask him to stay.

It is better to cut through the mess with a sharp knife and not see it, so as not to think about it all day and night after seeing it.

When others become stars, they do it for the sake of becoming famous. When he becomes a star, all he can think about is when Yan Qilang can unspoken rules for him.

He was probably the one who said he had no future.

Yan Qilang was dumbfounded by Song Tingyun's words. He thought that Song Tingyun was a high-ranking, coquettish bitch who would take this opportunity to pester him and not let go.

As a result, Song Tingyun gave him a trick of playing hard to get.

Is this really pure or is he too pretentious?

"Since you said it was me, I will take you to the clinic in the town as apology." Yan Qilang became more and more curious, and he took the initiative to take Song Tingyun to the town.

It gave them enough opportunities to get along in the same space and try out Song Tingyun's reaction.

Song Tingyun pursed his lips, thought for a moment and began to bargain with Yan Qilang: "Unless you take me to the town and then send me back, otherwise I won't go. How will I come back later if I am not familiar with the place."

Yan Qilang: "..."

What kind of strange person is this to have such a brain circuit?

What Song Tingyun said was too reasonable, as if Yan Qilang didn't do that because he had no morals.

"Okay, I'll be responsible for sending it back to you later."

"Then I'll go." After saying that, Song Tingyun turned to the passenger seat, opened the door, sat down and put on the seat belt, all in one movement without any sloppiness.

Yan Qilang was shocked by his proficiency.

Does Song Tingyun not regard himself as an outsider?

"Do you know who I am? You get into my car so boldly, aren't you afraid that I will sell you out?"

Yan Qilang was really curious about how Song Tingyun's brain circuit developed.

"I know." Song Tingyun turned to look at Yan Qilang, "You are Yan Qilang, the boss of Blue Ocean Film and Television, a well-known diamond king in the entertainment industry."

Yan Qilang: "..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's nothing, just a little unexpected."

"I'm curious why I didn't flatter you and crawl into your bed." Song Tingyun bluntly stated Yan Qilang's inner thoughts.

Yan Qilang continued to remain silent.

"I want you to make unspoken rules for me. I'm afraid you won't look down on me."