After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

He Lanjue was taken aback: "What's wrong?"

"You have such a way with women, do you think you were behind my back in the past with wives and concubines, huh?"

He Lanjue couldn't help laughing, his eyes were bent like crescent moons: "Are you jealous?"

"Yes, I'm jealous." Zhang Yan admitted with a face of course: "You have to make it up."

The smile on He Lanjue's face deepened, but he pretended to sigh and said, "What should I do? Fang Qian is an idol, with so many fans, it is an idol's duty to treat fans well."

"I don't care, you are mine now." Relying on the fact that there is no one here, Zhang Yan hugged He Lanjue and began to play tricks.

"Well. I'm your man." He Lanjue pursed his lips and smiled, hugged Zhang Yan's head, and kissed him lightly: "Do you want to go back and make this a fait accompli?"

Zhang Yan's mind suddenly flashed the images of the eighteen forbidden codes coded by various river crabs, and coughed unnaturally: "Okay. Go back and wash it up and wait for me."

"Fang Qian—" A staff member's voice came from outside the utility room.

It was the voice of the makeup artist Penny: "Strange, Fang Qian has just arrived? Where did he go?"

Another staff member said: "I'll look for it again, you can call his assistant."

"Row."

There was another sound of footsteps, and the two people outside the door walked away.

Zhang Yan and He Lanjue behind the door looked at each other, tacitly adjusted each other's messy clothes, opened the door quietly and slipped out.

At this moment, Zhang Yan's cell phone rang, and Penny, who hadn't gone far, turned around while holding the cell phone, looked at them suspiciously, and then looked around, obviously not sure where they came from .

"I was looking for you." Penny said as she hung up the phone, "Where did you go?"

Zhang Yan rushed, "I went to the bathroom."

Penny didn't take it seriously either: "Oh, let's do your makeup."

The entire venue was full of people, and when the opening dance music played, the entire venue was in high spirits, and fans screamed one after another.

Zhang Yan sat next to the cameraman, admiring He Lanjue happily.

However, contrary to the fans who hope that the meeting will not end, Zhang Yan hopes that the meeting will end soon, after all, they are people who want to achieve great harmony in their lives.

He Lanjue came down from the stage, and Zhen Wen came over to tell him that there was an interview with Tianhong Satellite TV. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Yan beside him. Seeing that there was no unhappy expression on his face, he secretly squeezed Zhang Yan's hand , Whispered in his ear: "Wait for me."

Zhang Yan nodded, smiled and said he didn't care.

He Lanjue entered the lounge and nodded to the reporter.

The reporter stood up and shook hands with him: "Fang Qian, hello. I'm Amy from Rainbow Satellite TV. It's a pleasure to interview you today. You are more handsome in real life than on TV."

He Lanjue returned a polite smile: "Thank you. It's also my job to maintain a good image."

"Then shall we start the interview?" The reporter handed him the microphone with the logo. "What do you think of today's meeting?"

"I think?" He Lanjue paused, "It went well, the fans are very loving, and the host of the show is also very good."

"I heard that you came to this meeting during the filming of "Lost"? Will it be very hard?"

"Actually, it's okay." He Lanjue touched his forehead and lowered his head slightly: "The filming of "Lost" has come to an end, and I am very happy to meet the fans, so I don't feel tired."

"Can you reveal some news about "Lost"?" The female reporter showed interest.

"May I say this?" He Lanjue went to look at Zhen Wen who was standing in the corner of the lounge, and saw that the other party shook his head, and said, "Let's leave a suspense first, the whole crew is very hardworking, I assure you , it will definitely be a surprise when the movie is released."

"It seems that I can only look forward to the release of the movie." The female reporter smiled and said, ""Lost" is very different from your usual style. Do you have any transformation considerations in this movie?"

He Lanjue was about to speak, but a sentence suddenly blurted out: "I have always dreamed of becoming a good actor, and the role in "Lost" is to try a different style. I sincerely hope that people will remember me in the future, because I For the success of the role, not because I'm an icon."

The reporter nodded again and again, but He Lanjue frowned slightly. This sentence was not what he originally planned to say, but his thinking was interrupted by the reporter's next question.

"I heard that you are very kind to fans, and I'm a little envious of you." The female reporter changed the subject.

"It should be. The fans have done a lot for me, and they have always been my strong backing. It would be even better if you like me, sister." He Lanjue bit his lip and smiled slightly, his peach blossom eyes curved , the female reporter blushed immediately, trying to correct her expression: "Is there anything you want to say to your fans?"

He Lanjue rolled his eyes, looked at the camera and said seriously: "Please continue to love me, I love you all."

"Finally, for your fans, ask your favorite type?"

"The type I like?" He Lanjue blinked and paused for a few seconds. At this moment, he didn't have to bother playing the role of Fang Qian.

"Yes, can you tell us?"

Thick eyebrows, piercing eyes, high nose bridge, healthy honey-colored skin, and a little heartless smile.

I like to eat soy milk fritters and steamed buns for breakfast, and I can keep changing the pattern for a month;

When exercising with him, I was exhausted and refused to admit defeat;

Even if there is something that bothers him, he will forget it in a blink of an eye;

Tucao star people, can't watch domestic dramas at all and have to watch them with him;

He obviously likes him, but insists on procrastinating and refusing to admit it right away, but sometimes he is frighteningly frank;

Countless scenes with Zhang Yan flashed before He Lanjue's eyes, every moment was...very, very happy.

Zhang Yan is like poison, making him unable to stop.

He looked at the camera and smiled, shyly like a teenager, with a bright face: "I like long legs, I like sports, and I have a sunny smile."

"Long legs? Like sports? Smiling brightly?" Zhang Yan nestled on the sofa with his laptop in his arms, paused when he saw this, raised his head and asked He Lanjue who came over: "Is this the only thing in your heart? Aren't I so handsome that the heavens and the heavens cry ghosts and gods?"

He Lanjue sat beside him: "Yeah. You're so handsome that you're so handsome."

——Can you stop being so dry, without any sincerity?

Zhang Yan turned off the video, turned to look at He Lanjue: "Sao Nian, speak from the heart."

"I'm real." He Lanjue suddenly said seriously, "In my heart, you are prettier than anyone else."

His eye waves are like a gentle hand, lightly plucking at Zhang Yan's heartstrings.

"I lost to you." Zhang Yan sighed, and couldn't help hugging He Lanjue, He Lanjue also hugged him back, carefully kissed his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and slowly moved down, tentatively prying his lips open , handed over a lingering kiss.

A kiss was far from enough to satisfy the greed in his heart, Zhang Yan eagerly unbuttoned He Lanjue's shirt, revealing his white and refined body, and kept moving his hands over his body.

He Lanjue's breath also became short of breath, his patience seemed to be exhausted at last, he peeled off Zhang Yan's T-shirt in a brutal way, and kissed along the curve of his jaw, resting on Zhang Yan's shoulder ,** the strong muscles in his shoulders.

Even more calmly, both hands reached into Zhang Yan's jeans and squeezed the elastic buttocks.Just when the two were distracted, Zhang Yan suddenly stopped and pushed He Lanjue away: "Wait."

"What's wrong?" He Lanjue reluctantly left Zhang Yan's body.

"Did you feel that the surrounding area was suddenly terribly cold?" Zhang Yan touched his arm unconsciously, his skin was so cold that he had goosebumps.

"Well, it's quite cold." He quickly restrained himself and looked up at the balcony.

"I haven't heard of cold air in the past two days? It's fine during the day, why is it so cold all of a sudden?"

"This..." He Lanjue showed a little helpless expression on his face, and he was about to say something.

"Wait a minute, I'll go take a look outside." Zhang Yan didn't even have time to put on his clothes, so he pushed open the glass sliding door between the living room and the balcony, and stuck his head out.

"Damn!" Zhang Yan yelled in surprise: "It's snowing outside!"

Are you kidding me? Chenhai City is located in the subtropical zone. In November, the average temperature is more than ten degrees. How could it snow? !

As soon as the voice fell, the fluttering snow suddenly became bigger, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes passed through the open glass door and filled the living room at once. There was only a loud bang, and the door of the room was blown away by the strong wind. superior.The room suddenly dropped from a pleasant [-] degrees to below zero, and the frost covered the furniture like spider webs in a short while.

Zhang Yan came back to his senses, realized something was wrong almost immediately, and proceeded to close the door, but no matter how hard he tried, the glass door was as if welded by molten iron and could not move a bit. On the other hand, he himself was about to be blown away.

It seemed that this was out of his control again.Thousands of grass and mud horses ran through Zhang Yan's mind, while trembling, he turned to He Lanjue for help.

He Lanjue had already stood up, the wind blowing away the ends of his hair, revealing his pale and unwavering cheeks.

"Bing Po. Stop making trouble." He said softly, but the words passed through the raging snowstorm and reached Zhang Yan's ear.

Ice Soul?Who is Bing Po?Just as he was wondering, the blizzard that was still raging a second ago stopped abruptly.There are only a few snowflakes that have not had time to land, flying in the air like butterflies.

Suddenly, a boy with white body appeared in mid-air, about fourteen or fifteen years old, with white hair reaching his waist, white eyebrows and slender, dressed in snow-white deep clothes, only a pair of green pupils gleaming, lips with a bright color, ice and snow as his soul, cold jade For the bone, it is also very appropriate to call it Bingpo.

"Master." He bowed respectfully to He Lanjue, and flinched under He Lanjue's reproachful gaze.But the next moment he turned his head and made a face at Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan: "..."

Hell, why did a kid suddenly run out!