Zhang Dengjie Cai

The press conference ended amid the reluctance of all the reporters, and the security outside the door also entered the conference room and began to guide the reporters to exit in an orderly manner.A reporter tried to rush to Zhang Anran's side to ask a few more questions, but they were unable to break through the security line.

Zhang Anran escaped smoothly and boarded the nanny's car, but when the nanny's car drove out, he happened to meet hundreds of fans who came urgently.

These fans came after confirming that Zhang Anran was at the event site, and Qi Ping, as if he had expected this, had already sent a large number of people outside the venue to maintain order and protect the smooth flow of the road.

The driver didn't slow down, and was about to drive out from the open space between the security guards on both sides, but Zhang Anran said, "Stop the car and give me a few minutes."

"Don't make trouble—" Da Liu pressed Zhang Anran's shoulder, looking very anxious.

"I didn't make trouble, and I won't get out of the car, I just want to see them." Zhang Anran was very calm, but stubborn.

Da Liu stared at Zhang Anran for a few seconds, then let go of his hand and asked, "What do you want to see?"

"Stop the car and roll down the windows."

Da Liu cursed and said to the driver in front, "Listen to him."

The car stopped, the windows were lowered, and Zhang Anran's face was exposed in front of the fans. Many fans rushed forward subconsciously, but fortunately, the security guards stopped him steadily.

Zhang Anran didn't speak, took out his phone, took a few photos of fans, and put the phone back.Fans didn't understand what he wanted to do at first, but soon someone guessed it—just as fans want to record the appearance of a star, Zhang Anran, as a star, wants to record the appearance of his fans at this moment.

The fans tried to say something to Zhang Anran, but there are too many people now, and they can't gather their thoughts into the same voice and convey them to Zhang Anran's ears.

Zhang Anran put down the phone, raised his index finger and put it on his lips, the noise around him became quieter and quieter at last.

Zhang Anran put down his finger, laughed, and said loudly, "I'm going home, and you guys should go home early too. If there is a chance, we will see you again."

"do not go--"

"No goodbye—"

"Zhang Anran—"

Zhang Anran turned his head away, the car window slid up slowly, covering his face, the nanny car started driving again, and soon disappeared from the sight of the fans.

A fan present couldn't help covering his face and weeping loudly. Soon, the crying became one piece. Even though the security guard who stopped them just now, it was inevitable that they felt pity and soft-heartedness.

In the final analysis, star chasing is an overdraft in advance, overdrafting all the joy and happiness, and one day, it will be repaid with tears and sorrow.Chasing stars with true feelings, how can we get together well?

After turning his head away, Zhang Anran took out the sunglasses in his coat and put them on. The staff in the car didn't dare to say anything, but they couldn't help but look at him secretly.

Sunglasses can cover the red eyes, but they can't stop the transparent water rolling down the cheeks and sinking into the depths of the slender neck.

Xiao Wang's eyes were also red. After so many years of wind and rain, he hardly saw Zhang Anran cry a few times. Zhang Anran has always been strong, cold and reckless.He also almost forgot that Zhang Anran was only a young man, and he would also feel sad and reluctant.

He pursed his lips, pointed the phone at Zhang Anran's face secretly, and pressed the confirmation document silently, but Zhang Anran seemed to be in a daze and didn't notice it.

Xiao Wang gritted his teeth, and sent the photo to the work group where Zhang Anran was not present, and asked, "Can you post it?"

"It's possible to send it, so let's be stable for the time being, and find an opportunity to send it in a few days." Dong Qiang, who is in charge of publicity, quickly replied.

Others probably had the same opinion. Xiao Wang bit his lip, and finally resisted the desire to express it immediately. He was extremely uncomfortable, but he didn't dare to cry, so he could only keep his tears in silence.

At this moment, Zhang Anran's mobile phone rang, he took out the mobile phone, opened the interface naturally, put it on his ear, and said in a flat voice: "Where is it?"

"In the nanny's car, on the way home." Zhang Anran's words were very steady, without any crying.

"Do you want to go abroad for a while?"

"what?"

"I'm going abroad to work, do you want to accompany me?"

Zhang Anran pinched the center of his eyebrows, a little in disbelief: "Qi Ping, I thought you would wash up, wait for me on the bed at home."

"You know, I have a manor in France, and I told them to tidy up the room." Qi Ping was not in a hurry, and this decision didn't seem like a temporary idea.

"Give me a reason to leave now?" Zhang Anran put down his hand, keenly aware of something wrong.

"Of course," Qi Ping murmured softly, with tenderness, "I'm afraid something will happen to you."

"I'm by your side, you won't let anything happen to me." Zhang Anran answered decisively.

"You do not know……"

"I really don't know," Zhang Anran interrupted Qiping, even took off his sunglasses, and repeated again, "I really don't know what accident happened to me in my previous life that made you so scared."

Qi Ping remained silent. For a while, Zhang Anran could only hear the sound of extremely shallow breathing through the microphone. He loosened his neckline and said, "Qi Ping, tell me."

Qi Ping hung up the phone.

Zhang Anran was a little irritable, he grabbed a handful of hair and said, "Drive faster."

The driver agreed and stepped up the accelerator.

Zhang Anran wanted to go home quickly and communicate with Qiping face to face, but when he got out of the car and entered his house, what he saw was a neat suitcase, and there was a fruity scent in the air, which was not unpleasant , but it cannot be compared with high-end perfumes.

He frowned and started to shout: "Qi Ping—"

Qi Ping responded weakly, making Zhang Anran relax.Zhang Anran sat on the sofa, reached out for an apple, and prepared to peel an apple and eat it.But his knife skill today was not as good as in the past, the apples were peeled unevenly, and he put down the knife, dizzy for a while—finally he couldn't bear it, and fell into the darkness.

The peeled apple rolled from Zhang Anran's palm to the ground, turned round and forward, and finally stopped unwillingly.A slender and pale hand touched it, rinsed it under the running water, and packed it in a fresh-keeping bag.

After doing all this, the owner of the hand - Qi Ping breathed a sigh of relief, he made a phone call, and said: "I urge Zhang Anran's TV series to be broadcast as soon as possible."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Qiping hung up the phone, stuffed the fresh-keeping bag at the top of the luggage bag, and waited for his subordinates to come in to carry it, but he touched Zhang Anran's cheek, and hugged him very naturally .He didn't struggle to hug him at all, and his aura was quite different from his usual gentleness.

The helicopter stopped on the tarmac not far away, Qi Ping hugged his lover, and flew directly to an airport in China, where he changed to a private jet and flew directly to France.And this way, apart from the records of the customs office, there was no trace left behind.

Qi Ping kissed Zhang Anran's lips, and his heart calmed down instantly.

—He's mine, he's safe.

When Zhang Anran woke up, his head was a little heavy, he was lying on the soft mattress, his body was naked, but covered with his familiar quilt.

He lifted the quilt and looked at the orange room, looking at the decoration style, as if in a foreign country. There was a pair of slippers neatly placed under the bed. The shoes were soft and comfortable.

This room has no windows and is a confined space. Zhang Anran put on his slippers, walked to the door, and twisted the handle. "Click——", the door opened.

Zhang Anran breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the door, he saw a long corridor, and his room was at the end of the corridor.

The rooms on both sides of the corridor are tightly closed, but the wall lamps in the corridor are on, and the scarlet carpet winds forward, leading to an unknown direction.

Zhang Anran walked to the end of the corridor, and he saw the only wooden staircase. Zhang Anran stepped down the stairs step by step, took several turns, and finally saw the scene on the first floor.

The marble floor tiles reflect the brilliance, and the lights downstairs seem to be very bright.

Zhang Anran walked down slowly, and finally finished the last step. He let go of the handrail and raised his head, but his eyes suddenly darkened. The feeling of falling made him panic, but he instinctively bit his lip and screamed. Swallowed down.

The world was spinning and he had a splitting headache. Zhang Anran opened his eyes again. He saw an overly familiar face. The man looked a little anxious. He touched his forehead with his hand and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Zhang Anran took a few breaths, calmed down, and was sure that he had encountered a dream in a dream just now. He moved his fingers and asked calmly, "I was dazed by you? Are we abroad now?"

"Well, yes," Qi Ping simply answered these two questions, and asked him, "Coffee or milk?"