Come wear it, come to die

The data about the Daughter of Destiny was flowing very quickly. When it was quickly intercepted by V587, the data was still flowing slowly, and the aura of the Daughter of Destiny exuding from Tong Lan was gradually dissipating.

[Master host, look quickly! ! 】V587 hastily placed an interface on Tong Lan.

Tong Xianjun looked through the interface and saw that Tong Lan's body was filled with light blue light like flowing water, which was slowly flickering and fading away, and he couldn't help being startled.

The system divides "qi" into different colors. The air luck of the plane is light green, which will be evenly distributed on all the people in the plane, like a light green flame, which rises and falls sometimes, which also represents the luck of this person Ups and downs are independent and do not affect each other,

But Destiny's Child concentrates the luck of the entire plane on himself, like a spider spreading a huge web. When he plunders other people's luck, the other party will lay down his whole life, and finally absorb the luck. If the luck of the plane is too large, it will cause the plane to be out of balance. All the children of destiny will always emit a lot of luck, and this luck will spread out countless thin lines to extend outward.

And the daughter (son) of fortune is a special existence that is not affected by the luck and fate of the plane. This special person is very rare, and without the blessing of luck, it is very easy to die young. The "qi" exuding from them is light blue.

The systematic Tongxianjun is the son of the counterattack, and he also has his own aura, which exudes a glistening white color, but most of the time his aura is raised because of this, and he uses the original owner's aura as a cover.

There is also the most special existence—Wangqing of this plane, since the latest update of the system, the system can detect his aura, the golden aura of heaven.

Looking at Tong Lan, what surprised Tong Xianjun was not that she was a fully grown Daughter of Destiny, but that the light blue aura flowing on her body was actually invisible, and was covered with a cloud of very faint light green aura. Ship covered, like an eggshell.

With the upgrade of the system, the formation of the Child of Destiny has also been recorded. It is a mutation produced after the plane's luck is too strong and turbulent. It is opposite to the Child of Destiny, so the early death of the Child of Destiny is largely pinched by fate. Dead in the bud.

Tong Lan has been able to grow up safely until now, is it because something is protecting her?

Tong Lan, who was drinking milk, felt her son staring at her in a daze, she was slightly taken aback, and chuckled: "What's wrong?" She raised her hand to touch her face, and said, "Is mother's face stained with something dirty? "

"No, it's because my mother is so beautiful, I was dumbfounded."

"This is the sweetest." Tong Lan couldn't help chuckling and pinched his chin.

Staying at home for a few days, and the previous press conference with the mother and son, the matter gradually subsided. Apart from staying with Tong Lan at home, Tong Xianjun just used mobile video, computer video, mobile phone information, and corporate news to Wangqing. Duck messages, slag messages and phone calls relieve loneliness.

——The reporters outside the door seem to have dispersed a bit. I can go out secretly in a few days. My dear, I miss you.

Tong Xianjun was lying on the bed, holding a mobile phone and sending a message to Wangqing, followed by a lonely and rolling monkey emoji.

— Baby, I miss you too.

——Well, there are fewer reporters.

what! ?

Tong Xianjun was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the words Wangqing sent were very cute, when the window of his room was knocked.

With a thump in his heart, Tong Qianjun jumped up from the bed, because during this period of time there were reporters wandering outside constantly, so as not to be photographed inside the room, he even pulled up the curtains.

As the curtains opened with a "swish", a person was attached to the glass window, because it is winter in Huaguo, and snowflakes have been falling since nightfall today. He was wearing a black sweater, a woolen hat, and The towel around the neck covered half of the face, and it was already covered with a thin layer of snowflakes. Seeing Mr. Tong praying suddenly opened the curtains, a pair of deep eyes curved beautifully, and his slender fingers stretched out to stain the snow. A heart was drawn on the steamed glass window.

Tong Xianjun couldn't help laughing, his whole heart was warm, he quickly unlocked the lock on the window and door, opened the window, took the person outside the window into his arms, and hugged him in with all his strength, because the force was a bit fierce, Both of them rolled to the ground.

"You fool, what should you do if you froze when you came here in such a cold day?" Hugging the cold man in his arms, Tong Qianjun felt both sweet and heartbroken.

His room is on the third floor. Wang Qing didn't wear much clothes in order to be able to climb up the pipe outside the house. Holding him in his arms is like holding a piece of ice.

"It's cold, and those reporters who were guarding couldn't stand it, so they left a lot. Even if they were not paying attention, I was able to climb the window to find you, baby, I miss you so much." Feeling the warmth of the person in his arms , Rubbing lightly with incomparable attachment.

He regretted it so much now, why didn't he buy a room near here, the two of them used to always be together, even when they were working, they would find time to secretly look at each other in their free time, during this time, With so many reporters outside Tong's house, he had no way to find Mr. Tong, so he had to take advantage of the snow to come to meet his lover through the window.

"Honey, I miss you too." Tong Qianjun hugged him, raised his head and kissed his cold lips.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and Tong Lan's voice sounded outside: "Tong Tong, what's wrong with you, I heard voices from your room downstairs."

Tong Xianjun was stunned for a moment, then remembered that his mother's room was on the second floor, just now when he carried Wangqing in, the two of them fell to the ground, Tong Lan heard him, thinking that he accidentally fell down.

With reluctance to give up, he kissed Qingqing forcefully, got up and pulled him up, and said: "Mom, I'm fine, I just got off the bed and stepped on the air, and fell on the carpet."

"Be careful, don't be frizzy." Tong Lan said with reproach and distress in her voice, "It's cold, take a shower early and go to bed."

"Okay, good night, mom." Tong Xianjun glanced out, but he didn't see the reporter squatting, and closed the window and door, and then drew the curtains.

"Good night." The sound of Tong Lan's light footsteps stepping on slippers went away, and soon disappeared.

Wang Qing came up from behind, wrapped his hands around his waist, kissed his earlobe lightly, and said, "Take a bath."

Looking at the big head rubbing against his body, Tong Xianjun smiled slightly, and dragged the guy stuck behind his back towards the bathroom.

Soon there was the rustling sound of running water in the bathroom, faintly mixed with moans of satisfaction and whispers of satisfaction.

"Baby, my baby..."

When he woke up the next day, Tong Xianjun looked at the person sleeping beside him, feeling a warm sense of satisfaction in his heart, and leaned over to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

The sleeping man's long eyelashes moved slightly, slowly opened his eyes, met his lover's tender eyes full of love, and hugged him in his arms.

"Is it okay for you to run over?" Tong Xianjun let him hug him, enjoying the close contact with Wangqing.

It is not easy to be found by climbing the window at night, and as long as the reporters are not intimidated during the day, it is impossible for Wangqing to leave the door of Tong's house.

"You're not here, I'm not in the mood to work." In "Xuedan", those who dare to play big names and refuse to accept jobs are just hopeful. Who made the "Xuedan" just start, the little him was a stick A firm and solid pillar, at the age of 17, Wangqing is already the veteran of "Xuedan", and is also one of the shareholders of "Xuedan", but no one has ever known about it.

Mr. Tong prayed a little helplessly for his lover's waywardness. As long as this person accepts the job, he will definitely be able to shoot a lot. If he doesn't accept the job, then he doesn't want to do it.

And now that "Strategy" and "National Beauty and Fragrance" are on the air, the popularity of the two of them remains high, so it doesn't matter if they lack exposure.

"'Xingyao' has received a new book and is negotiating a contract with 'Xue Dan'."

"Oh." Tong Yanjun thought for a while, and soon thought of which drama it was.

After "National Beauty and Fragrance", Mo Xin's popularity skyrocketed, and she made another drama, which was a campus youth fantasy drama called "The Ugly Duckling Princess and the Dark Horse Prince", which was popular all over Asia at that time.

Of course, this was in the previous life. When Wang Qing and Tong Xianjun did not act together in "Strategy" and "National Beauty and Fragrance", his popularity skyrocketed. Now their brilliance is too dazzling, and Mo Xin's popularity is suppressed. Sixth, he can't even make it into the top five, and he is no longer the biggest cash cow of "Xing Yao". It's hard to say whether he can win the role of the dark horse prince.

Looking at the eyes of the person in her arms flickering, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, Wang Qing slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking about Prince Charming."

"..." With a gloomy face, Wang Qing nibbled on his shoulder lightly, and said, "In my nest, you dare to think about other men!!"

"Honey, this seems to be my den."

As soon as the quilt was pulled, the two of them had another quarrel inside. When they woke up, it was already past ten o'clock. Tong Lan was at home, and the hope of climbing the window to "sneak/love" with someone's son couldn't appear openly, so I just Can stay in the room to guard the lover's "boudoir".

After Tong Xianjun went out, Wangqing took out her mobile phone from her trouser pocket, dialed a series of numbers, and soon the person on the other side connected.

—Hey, look, how did I tell you yesterday?

"The drama of 'Xingyao' has been taken over."

——Okay, I must snatch the hero for you! !

"Brother Xue, the leading actor is not me."

——Nani, don't you want a leading actor?Don't you kid want to be a foil for others again?

The boss of "Xue Dan" was so angry that his lungs ached. It was like this in "National Beauty and Heavenly Fragrance".

"I won't accept this drama this time, the male lead will be given to my husband."

- Tsk tsk tsk, shameless...

Wang Qing smiled lowly, and hung up the phone without saying anything to the other party. Not long after, the door rang and opened a crack, revealing Mr. Tong's face with crooked eyebrows and eyes.

"Honey, our 'stealing' was discovered, and my mother told you to go downstairs for dinner."

The author has something to say: I was discovered by my mother, puff~

Xiaoqinger is paving the way for Xiao Daozi to be a male god, okay~

Afraid of being pumped, afraid of being locked, I will give you a stroller wheel...