After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Early the next morning, in Fang Qian's apartment.

Zhang Yan came out of the bedroom in a huff, Bing Po was already sitting on the sofa, looking at him with disgust: "Slutty."

Zhang Yan half-stretched and stopped, walked in front of Bing Po, looked at him condescendingly with his height: "Hey, kid, do you know that peeping can make the eye of a needle?"

"I'm not interested in watching mortal sex, keep your salty pig hands away from my master!"

"Cut, He Lanjue is mine, so I can do whatever I want." After speaking, he hugged He Lanjue who was setting breakfast: "Do you think so?"

He Lanjue looked at him, and said softly, expressionlessly: "Yes." But a suspicious blush appeared on his cheeks.

Bing Po looked at his master who had no bottom line in front of Zhang Yan, and almost turned his nose out of anger.

Zhang Yan naively thought that this was the end of his bad luck, but as soon as he entered the company, he saw a smiling Wu Qin head-on.

Zhang Yan looked at him warily: "Why are you here?"

"Oh, you don't know yet." Wu Qin said calmly, "From today onwards, I will be in charge of Fang Qian's corporate promotion. We are a team, please give me your advice." After speaking, he extended his hand to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan glanced at Zhen Wen who was standing behind Wu Qin, who was dressed in black. The other party also had an undeniable expression on his face. He shrugged at him and mouthed, "That's it."

He turned his head to look at He Lanjue beside him, the smile in his eyes had cooled imperceptibly.Zhang Yan thought of Bing Po staying at home with a headache.

There is Wu Qin in the company, and Bing Po in the family.

Depend on!

This day can't get over it!

Zhang Yan secretly asked Zhen Wen: "Brother, what is his background?

Zhen Wen pointed at the top: "Airborne, the original team leader was transferred away without saying a word. Be careful when you get along with him."

He also said: "His resume is very good. He graduated from Chen University and has an Ivy League MBA. He is a talent."

It's true that Wu Qin has a strong professional background, but what the hell is going to an entertainment company to do business promotion?

"Why should I pay attention?" Zhang Yan rolled his eyes in his heart.

"You and him knew each other before, right? Is there still a festival?" As expected of the old fox, he immediately saw the discord between the few people.

Zhang Yan shrugged: "It's not a holiday."

"It doesn't matter, I still have something to do. You all work together as a team. If there are personal conflicts, I will solve them myself." After Zhen Wen said this, he left in a hurry. Several artists under him were so busy with each other every day Like a spinning top.

Zhang Yan also followed Zhen Wen out of the office. Unexpectedly, Wu Qin was also waiting outside and handed Zhen Wen a folder.Zhen Wen took the folder, pointed to Zhang Yan who came out, and muttered something, Wu Qin nodded, and his eyes fell on him.

Zhang Yan saw that Zhen Wen had left and there was no one around, so he immediately went to Wu Qin to inquire about the news: "Why did you come here to work all of a sudden?"

Wu Qin put on a Tai Chi face as usual: "I also have to eat, isn't it normal to work?"

Zhang Yan still wanted to find out about him, but Wu Qin didn't give him this opportunity, and changed the subject: "By the way, brother Zhen Wen asked me to teach you about corporate publicity. You can't be a temporary assistant without gaining something, right?" .” After finishing speaking, he handed another stack of papers to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan, who was originally from engineering, felt a headache looking at this pile of data reports.

"Why should I watch this?"

"Aren't you Zhang Yan's work assistant?"

"Yeah, it's temporary. Do you know what's important?" Anyway, his contract is about to expire.

"Be a little more responsible, OK?"

O your head K.

But he still had to maintain a calm face: "Okay." Zhang Yan hugged the stack of documents, "I'll read it when I'm free."

"Ask me anytime if you don't understand."

"Ah."

"Do you have my contact information?" Wu Qin asked.

"……No."

Wu Qin took out his mobile phone: "Then add WeChat." Zhang Yan couldn't refuse in person, so he had to add WeChat to him.

Zhang Yan put everything in his bag and went to the lounge to find He Lanjue.

Pushing open the door, He Lanjue was sitting on a chair with his back against the glass curtain wall reading a script, the sun shone in from behind him, he lowered his head, his expression was hidden in the shadows.The picture is too beautiful to be disturbed.

"How is it?" Zhang Yan walked over, pushed aside a stack of scripts, and sat next to He Lanjue, "Anyone you like?"

He Lanjue showed a smile: "I'm still watching."

Zhang Yan also took a copy and flipped through it casually.These are all selected by Zhen Wen for Fang Qian. Fang Qian is considered to have achieved a little bit now, so he can pick and choose the script a little bit.

"If you don't like it, don't shoot it, just rest for a while." Zhang Yan said.Fang Qian's schedule has been scheduled until the end of the year, and there is almost no rest. He just finished the fan meeting yesterday, and he is going back to the crew today. This kind of work is indeed a bit more intensive.

"It doesn't matter." He Lanjue put down the script in his hand, "Anyway, I have nothing else to do, being an actor does not hinder my cultivation."

"Speaking of cultivation, you haven't taught me since I returned to Tiancheng Mountain last time. Is it because I don't have Yan Qing's talent?" Zhang Yan couldn't help asking.

"No." He Lanjue vetoed, "I'm waiting for the seal on you to gradually weaken."

"Seal?" How could there be such a thing on him.

"Before, I didn't realize that my mana was low. You have restraints on your body. Maybe you were born with reincarnation. That's why you have always looked like an ordinary person. You have never been involved in the cultivation world here, but the longer you are with me, The weaker the restriction, the more obvious the aura of your soul will be."

"No wonder you want to give me the amulet." Zhang Yan suddenly realized.

"Recently, there may have been a sudden change in Chenhai, and you have the protection of Ice Soul, so you can temporarily put aside the matter of cultivation."

"Is Bing Po very powerful?" He obviously looks like a bad-tempered brat.

He Lanjue nodded and said: "Bing Po was born from my blood essence, and his talent is extremely high, if it wasn't for..."

"If not what?"

"It's nothing." He Lanjue shook his head, "Just rest assured."

Zhang Yan nodded, He Lanjue didn't want to talk about it, so it was inconvenient for him to ask, He Lanjue had lived as a cultivator for so long, how could he not click on it.

Wait, what did he just hear?Bing Po was born from his blood essence?Why does it sound a bit like mitosis?

Zhang Yan suddenly recalled, so to some extent, Bing Po can really be regarded as He Lanjue's son?No wonder they look a bit alike.Is it so easy to give birth to a child in the realm of comprehension that only a little blood is needed?

Zhang Yan's mood was a little complicated.

"Let's go, the driver downstairs is already waiting for us." He Lanjue said to Zhang Yan who was still in a mess after finishing everything.

The shooting base is in Guangtong, which is about 300 kilometers away from Chenhai, and it takes four or five hours to drive, so they set off directly from Chenhai by car.

Zhang Yan sat between He Lanjue and Bing Po, like a hamburger sandwich, and the uncle driver kept looking at them through the rearview mirror.

It's no wonder that the driver couldn't see Bing Po. In his eyes, there were only two big men who had to squeeze together in such a spacious seat in the back row.

Zhang Yan can't understand Bing Po's brain circuit at all. He can go to heaven and earth, but he wants to learn how to ride a car, and he gets motion sickness!

At this moment, the weak Bing Po was leaning softly on his body, the young man's brows and eyes were green and soft, and when he was not speaking, he was simply a soft and cute little angel.Zhang Yan silently adjusted his posture to make him lean more comfortably.

The thin, soft, shimmering silver hair was scattered on his body. Zhang Yan couldn't help touching it, and the feel was so good that it was amazing. He was about to start again when he looked up and saw the uncle driver looking through the rearview mirror. he.

Probably in the eyes of the uncle, he is about to be promoted to a psychopath.

In order to avoid the awkward stare with the uncle again, Zhang Yan could only withdraw his hand, pretending to be nonchalant, he took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo.

Some still photos of He Lanjue have been released one after another. Zhang Yan followed the topic and was attracted by a photo. In the photo, he has a stern gaze and an indifferent expression. Although it is a frontal photo, the focus of his gaze seems to be behind the camera. somewhere.

A row of fans below praised Fang Qian's acting skills. After all, the original Fang Qian could be said to be a fool in front of the camera, but only Zhang Yan knew that this was the most normal state of He Lanjue.

Even though they get along day and night, He Lanjue is still a complete mystery to Zhang Yan.He never took the initiative to mention his past, except that Yan Qing was his Taoist companion and had died for thousands of years, and he did not disclose any relevant information. When he first appeared in Chenhai, his facial paralysis was much more serious than now.

But the more Zhang Yan likes He Lanjue, the more he wants to know what happened between them.

But his only way is the elusive dream.

While thinking wildly, the car arrived at the shooting base, and the scene manager informed them that the set was not finished yet, and the filming would not start until tomorrow, so He Lanjue and Fang Qian went back to the hotel in town to check in first.

Probably in order to make up for the previous hardships, the crew arranged them in a four-star hotel this time. Zhang Yan was soaking in the bathtub, looking at the overhead lights on the ceiling, thinking that it would be a good day to eat and drink spicy food (no wonder) , a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

He happily took the barley tea that was on the side, and felt it was a little hot, so he tested it and said to the air, "Bing Po, are you there?"

The outline of Bing Po slowly appeared in the water-filled void, and the young man didn't feel guilty about spying on others at all, with a cold face, obviously still depressed about falling asleep on Zhang Yan's body.

"Why did you call me?"

Zhang Yan shook the cup at him, and said, "Don't you like refrigeration the most? You just make the best use of everything, let's get some ice cubes."

"Hmph, how can magic be used for such a lowly purpose." Bing Po folded her arms and turned her head away.

"Don't look down on refrigeration, okay?! The cause of the working people is also a great cause!" Zhang Yan retorted, "Besides, didn't He Lanjue ask you to respect me? Wouldn't you do me a little favor?"

The three words He Lanjue seemed to have a little deterrent effect on him, Bing Po reluctantly took the glass, and before Zhang Yan could be happy, his barley tea was frozen into a glass of ice.

"Here, your ice." Bing Po handed back the glass to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan stared at the glass, refusing to accept this result.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Bing Po put the cup on the side of the bathtub with a slap, and didn't hide his body anymore, just walked out of the bathroom in such a bold manner.

This child must be taught a good lesson about respecting other people's privacy, Zhang Yan thought to himself, fortunately it is a boy, what if it is a girl.

Bing Po went out, but He Lanjue walked in.