It's hard to be a cat [Entertainment]

The day before "Nanshan" started, Song Ruoci set off for the crew alone.

After Lan Ting left without making a sound that day, there was no further news. Song Ruoci thought that she might have something important to do. After all, Lan Ting had more than one artist under him.

At the same time, Song Ruoci was also carefully considering what his sister told him that day. His contract had less than half a year left, and there was only one month left after the filming of "Nanshan". Xinghe probably didn't plan to renew his contract. Today he ran the announcements alone.

After half a year, do I want to go to Qitang?

The year she just graduated, Tang Ruoshi intentionally let her join Qitang, the younger brother of the actress, and it is expected that the newcomers will have a lot of good resources.But because of his father Tang Shuci, and because of Yecheng, Song Ruoci chose Xinghe.

Passengers boarded the plane one after another. Because of the economy class, it was extremely noisy and crowded during the period before the plane took off.

The only thing that satisfied him was that his seat was near the window, and he could see the night outside the window after the plane took off.

Song Ruoci put the luggage away and took a seat, buckled up the seat belt, rested his chin and looked at his own projection on the window.

"What is Ye Cheng doing now?" For some reason, this question suddenly popped into his mind.

The scab on his left hand has fallen off, leaving only a few faint scratch marks, and the last shot of the vaccine is left, which means he can become fat again, but this time he was on the set, and he couldn't see Ye Cheng up.When he became fat, Ye Cheng would hug him and sleep with him. When he was Song Ruoci...he didn't even know if Ye Cheng would dislike him who liked men...

"I really want to be a male god's wife to check his post..." Song Ruoci rubbed his head, thinking unrealistically, and then found that he didn't even have Ye Cheng's contact information...

Sister: Give me the boarding pass.

When Tang Ruoshi sent a message, Song Ruoci was puzzled, but he took a photo of the boarding pass and sent it to her before the flight attendant urged him to turn off the phone.

The Wanjia lights backed up quickly, and the plane started to speed on the runway. Song Ruoci changed into a comfortable position and slumped in the seat.The seat next to him was empty, and there was just a piece of silence.

The plane rose above the clouds and gradually stabilized. Song Ruoci let go of the seat belt on his body and looked out the window in a daze.

At this time, a person came to the empty seat beside him, wearing a fisherman hat, sunglasses and a mask covering most of his face, as if he couldn't see the light, but he was wearing a huge coat even though it was summer.

Song Ruoci glanced at the person coming, then turned his head back, and at the same time calmly put down the arm resting on the armrest.

But the strange thing was that he always felt that the person beside him was looking at him all the time, as if his eyes were glued to him.Song Ruoci frowned, and turned his head to the side a little harder.

It should not be a paparazzi, no one will recognize me when I walk on the street, and a paparazzi will follow a 38th line to the economy class?What's more, he has nothing to dig out except for the fact that he is "the younger brother of the actress". What's more, the secrecy work is well done, and no outsider knows that he is Tang Ruoshi's younger brother.

It's really rude, Song Ruoci curled his lips, put on the blindfold and prepared to take a nap.Unexpectedly, the man leaned a little closer to him, and his hand almost reached his side.

"Sir." Song Ruoci frowned and turned his head, "Please..."

He was then poked in the face by the man.

???

Then got poked again.

The index finger that poked his face was long and slender, with well-defined joints, and the touch felt extremely hot.

Before the man poked it for the third time, Song Ruoci suddenly backed away, "You!"

After bursting out the word "you", Song Ruoci was completely speechless, because the man pulled down his sunglasses and blinked his left eye at him.

"Ye... before, senior?"

Ye Cheng pulled up the sunglasses, nodded, and said softly: "The kid didn't recognize me, didn't you say he was my fan? Huh?"

Bao looked like this, even if he stood in front of his wife, he wouldn't be able to recognize him.

"I..." Song Ruoci stared blankly at the person in front of him, his stupid appearance reflected in the wide lenses.

"Stupid?" Ye Cheng hooked his lips and smiled, very satisfied with the kid's expression and reaction, he reached out and shook his hand in front of Song Ruoci, "Or..."

"I'm so happy to see you, don't know what to say?"

Song Ruoci nodded slightly, and shook his head vigorously after realizing what he had done, "Senior, why are you here?"

This is the economy class, and a person like Ye Cheng must be in the first class anyway.

"The company didn't buy me a first-class ticket." Ye Cheng sat up straight, probably because he was afraid of being recognized, and his voice was very low.

Hearing this is a lie, even if he really didn't buy a first-class ticket, he wouldn't let Ye Cheng fly in the economy class, there are too many people, and it would be a disaster if something happened.

But if Ye Cheng faked it, he had to make a complete set. He pointed to the seats a few rows behind, "You see, your Uncle Zhou Nan is there."

Zhou Nan was also fully armed and wrapped tightly. Hearing the sound of "Uncle Zhou Nan", he curled his lips, Ye Cheng, you shameless thing.

"Really?" Song Ruoci cast a look of disbelief, but he was extremely happy in his heart. Ye Cheng came to see me, he thought so.

"Have I ever lied to you, kid?" Ye Cheng turned his head to his side and asked with his eyes bent and his chin resting.

"I lied." Song Ruoci nodded honestly, "You lied to me that you pushed off work in the morning."

Ye Cheng laughed muffledly, shrugging his shoulders, thinking that the kid was so cute.

Seeing the living Ye Cheng sitting next to him, Song Ruoci felt that life is really wonderful. Just now, he was wondering what Ye Cheng was doing, but now Ye Cheng appeared in front of his eyes.

As soon as he saw Ye Cheng and heard Ye Cheng's voice, it seemed that all the previous haze had been swept away, and his heart throbbed inexplicably.

At that time, he shouldn't have been hiding, and the male god should have poked him a few more times.Song Ruoci put his hand on his cheek unconsciously, a little greedy for the hot spot just now.

"What are you thinking of, kid?" Ye Cheng glanced around, pulled down the mask a little, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Ruoci was sweet in his heart, and wanted to answer something, but he sneezed.

"Is it cold?" Ye Cheng raised his hand to touch his arm, it was a little cool, the air conditioner in the cabin was fully turned on, and the kid was only wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"It's not cold." Song Ruoci rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, feeling the heat on his forearm, his brain was calling wildly.

In the next second, a coat was draped over him. The denim texture and the fur inside, with a sweet warmth and familiar atmosphere, wrapped him warmly and helped him block the coldness.

With a sound of "Bo--", pink bubbles exploded one after another.

"Put it on." Ye Cheng put the coat on him, tucked it up a few times intimately, and inadvertently brushed his fingers across Song Ruoci's neck, a cool touch ran through his body like an electric current, crackling his neck. My heart was electrified all over.

"It's good for a child to catch a cold." Ye Cheng twitched his fingers, and moved to his mouth without a trace and pecked.

Very sweet.

Little friend Song was drowning in the ocean of happiness, and his innocent little face was full of foolishness. He said hey hey in his heart, and smiled shyly, "Thank you, senior."

The child's eyes were shining brightly, as if melting into the stars in the sky, each one was brighter than the other, and the exposed little canine teeth were also the cutest little canine teeth in the world, Ye Cheng pursed his lips lightly, wanting to eat the child.

Life is really beautiful, the male god puts a coat on himself, Song Ruoci thought so.

Life is really tough, children can only watch but not eat, Ye Cheng thinks so.

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It was already eight o'clock in the evening when they landed, and Ye Cheng somehow conjured up another coat, which was exactly the same as the one just now, and the two of them sat together, as if they were wearing couple outfits.

"Where does senior live?" Song Ruoci gathered his coat and got up to take his luggage.The crew arranged a hotel for him, and after leaving the airport, he took a taxi and he was there in 10 minutes.

"Where does the kid live?" Ye Cheng asked back as he pulled up his mask.

Song Ruoci handed the phone to Ye Cheng, and the hotel address was displayed on the screen.

"Let me take a look." Ye Cheng took the phone and touched the child's hand at the same time, the touch was wonderful as expected.

Ye Cheng didn't look at his phone at all, he knew why he came here, he sneaked around when he returned the phone, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go together." At the same time, he naturally helped Song Ruoci Pull over the luggage.

"Does senior also live in the C city hotel?" Song Ruoci asked.

"Yes." Ye Cheng smiled and nodded, thinking that we are not only in the same hotel, I also live next door to you.

Walking in a strange city, the lights stretched the shadows of the two people so long that they seemed to have passed through this life. When the wind blows, it is cool, with the sweet smell of sweet-scented osmanthus, but it is not as sweet as the two hearts at this moment. .

While waiting for the car, Song Ruoci raised his hand and grabbed a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, rubbed them in the palm of his hand, "It's so sweet."

"What?" Ye Cheng was looking down at the phone, "What's so sweet?"

Song Ruoci plucked up the guts and put his hand under Ye Cheng's nose: "Osmanthus fragrans, senior, you should smell it."

Ye Cheng lowered his head, almost buried his face, the tip of his nose lightly touched the palm of Song Ruoci, sniffed restrainedly, then nodded slightly, "Mm, very sweet."

Yes you are sweet.

It was as if a feather had been lightly brushed in the palm of the hand a few times, and it was so itchy that it moved to the heart. When Song Ruoci withdrew his hand, his fingers gently squeezed together in the palm of his hand.

Zhou Nan, who was far behind the two of them: ...Damn it.

Qitang's nanny's car arrived, Ye Cheng opened the door for Song Ruoci, and got in by himself after he got into the car.

The car door closed, and there was a slight "click—" sound in the distance.