After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Sending Wang Xiaomeng away, Zhang Yan waited and waited but He Lanjue did not arrive. He had already switched more than 100 channels on TV more than ten times, and he couldn't watch any TV programs.

Just attending a birthday party, not going out to party all night, it's almost one o'clock, why should I be back?

Hmph, he wasn't worried that He Lanjue would eat tofu or be eaten by others.

Zhang Yan threw the remote control and paced up and down the room anxiously. When he turned to the fifth circle, there was a faint noise from the corridor of the hotel.

Is He Lanjue back?

When Zhang Yan got excited, he immediately opened the door and stuck his head out to look, but he didn't expect that the door of the room diagonally opposite was open, and a woman's crying came from inside.

Isn't that Han Yue's room?What happened?

Unable to restrain the curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yan simply walked out of the room carelessly with his slippers on, walked to Han Yue's room openly and went inside to have a look.

Since he dared to open the door, he must not be afraid of people watching.

Who knows that seeing this, he almost made his seven orifices smoke with anger.

Han Yue lay half down on the bed, her hands were still wrapped around He Lanjue's neck, the buttons on her chest were undone, revealing half of her snow-white breasts, trapped in the clothes, ready to come out.

It is said that learning bad is easy and learning good is difficult, my wife just let it out for a while and came back and learned how to pick up girls!The speed of this fall is as fast as a rocket!

"He Lanjue!" he roared.The three people in the room immediately looked at him, including Han Yue who was supposed to be drunk.

Zhang Yan also realized that he had yelled wrongly, so he quickly changed his words and forced a smile, but it was a pity that he tried so hard that his face was distorted: "Fang Qian, it's so late, what are you doing here?"

Han Yue's assistant quickly took the initiative to explain: "Then what... Miss Han was drunk, and Mr. Fang helped her back."

"Oh?" Zhang Yan calmed down a little: "That's it." The other party hurriedly waved: "It's so late that Miss Han is going to rest, you should go back to your room."

"Ah."

He Lanjue walked away, and Han Yue couldn't continue to pretend to be drunk at this time, so he could only reluctantly put his hands off He Lanjue's neck, and looked at the backs of the two leaving resentfully.

After a while, she came back to her senses: "Who is He Lanjue?"

Han Yue's assistant is Monk Zhang Er, who can't figure it out. He doesn't know why Zhang Yan is here, nor why Fang Qian listens to him so much, and he doesn't expect Han Yue's acting skills to be so good. Forcibly posting, if you have this kind of professionalism when acting, I am afraid that you will already be in the front line.

In other words, Fang Qian is really scary. When Han Yue pesters him and won't let go, his expression looks like he wants to eat people.Assistant Sun touched his neck with lingering fear, and began to deal with Ms. Han head-on.

Zhang Yan pulled He Lanjue past him, walked back into the room with a few steps, slammed the door shut with a "snap", then put his hand on He Lanjue's face, sniffed the smell on his body, and said with disgust: "You Why is there such a strong smell of alcohol?"

He Lanjue replied: "I didn't drink."

Zhang Yan immediately realized that it was the smell of alcohol on Han Yue's body.

My man actually got someone else's breath!Thinking of this, Zhang Yan burst into anger and jealousy.

"Are you angry?" He Lanjue's face was still calm, but there was a smile in his eyes.

Zhang Yan angrily denied: "No."

He Lanjue took the initiative to hug Zhang Yan, leaned his head on his shoulder, and explained softly: "I thought she was drunk, so I sent her back."

"Really?" Zhang Yan's tone softened.

"Really." He Lanjue turned his head and whispered something in Zhang Yan's ear. Zhang Yan's body shook, and the skin behind his ears burned instantly.

——"I just get hard on you, how do you want me to like other women?"

Fuck, can you say such shameless words?

In the end, of course, it ended with rolling into bed.

After finishing, Zhang Yan sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and began to think about why he would lead such a shameless life after meeting He Lanjue, but before he could discuss the ultimate philosophy of life, Exploring deeply, He Lanjue grabbed his arms and dragged him into the bed again.

"Wait a minute! I haven't turned off the light yet!" Zhang Yan stretched out a hand from under the quilt.

"Let it be turned on." He Lanjue dragged Zhang Yan back again.

The darkness outside the window faded slowly, and the morning sun revealed her red cheeks, like a curious little animal, peeking at everything in the room through the gap in the curtains.

At 6:15, the mobile phone on the bedside table started to vibrate, and a slender white hand stretched out from under the tight quilt, and pressed the call button.

He Lanjue half leaned against the head of the bed, brushing back the shattered hair that fell on his forehead with one hand: "Hello?" A light voice came through the microphone to the other side.

"Are you awake?" Zhen Wen's tired voice came from the receiver.

"Just getting up."

"I was busy all day yesterday and didn't come to ask, how is Zhang Yan?"

He Lanjue looked at the young man who was sleeping soundly beside him, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a vague way: "He's fine." Zhen Wen is a busy person, and it's hard work to take care of a little assistant.

"I never asked before, did you really meet three months ago?"

He Lanjue had already guessed what Zhen Wen was going to say next: "...Yes."

There was a moment of silence across the microphone. "Fang Qian, in principle, I won't interfere with who you're with, but you're an artist after all, and if you can't fully control some things, it's best not to do them, or you might ruin your future." Zhen Wen's tone became cold: "Don't forget your original intention to enter this business."

He Lanjue naturally knew what he meant, but Zhen Wen didn't know at all, Fang Qian's dream meant nothing to him, and Zhang Yan was the one he really wanted to catch and the reason for everything.

"En." He responded calmly as usual, without a trace of turmoil in his tone: "I see."

"Who is it?" Zhang Yan also woke up in a daze.

"Brother Zhen Wen, tell me something."

"Oh." Zhang Yan didn't continue to ask, but held his breath. The morning light coated He Lanjue's side face with a layer of soft light, which was as beautiful as a dream.

Anyway, it was time to get up, so he didn't sleep anymore, he got up and broke He Lanjue's shoulder, and gnawed on his lips: "Good morning", and then hugged the sore man without waiting for He Lanjue's kiss to come back. I got out of bed to wash up.

Recently, Zhang Yan often has a feeling of thorns on his back, as if there is a pair of eyes peeping at him from a dark corner.But he turned around and looked around, but he couldn't find the owner in sight. Was it because he was overthinking?Zhang Yan touched the back of his cold neck. This was obviously a suspense drama. Why is it a bit like a horror movie to him?

Fortunately, "Lost" is about to finish filming, as long as you leave the crew, you should be able to stay away from this voyeur, right?Zhang Yan thought so, so he didn't tell He Lanjue about it.

"Brother Zhang Yan, what's wrong with you?" Wang Xiaomeng patted him on the shoulder from behind, "I've been out of my mind all morning."

"It's okay." Zhang Yan smiled, "Maybe I've been a little tired recently."

"Tired? Brother Zhang Yan, are you really okay?" Wang Xiaomeng was taken aback for a moment, and his expression became subtle, "Do you want to see a doctor?"

"No, no, no..." Zhang Yan waved his hands again and again, "Just take a rest."

While talking, He Lanjue drove the car over, rolled down the window: "Zhang Yan, are you ready?"

"Okay!" Zhang Yan threw all the things on hand into the backpack, then threw the backpack into the back seat, opened the car door and sat in the back seat, then waved to Wang Xiaomeng: "Let's go first. "

Wang Xiaomeng nodded and waved to them. Strange to say, as soon as he left the crew, the ubiquitous sense of peeping disappeared.

"Hey, He Lanjue, when did you learn to drive?" The two of them came back from dinner, and Zhang Yan sat in the car, feeling that He Lanjue was driving steadily and fast all the way, and kept running at the top speed limit. Something didn't feel right to him.

"I haven't learned it yet." Da Neng looked ahead with a calm tone.

"What?" Zhang Yan was startled, and he saw that He Lanjue wasn't turning the steering wheel at all, and looking down, he didn't even step on the accelerator.

Fuck, how the hell is this car running?

He Lanjue glanced at Zhang Yan's expression, and said firmly: "I used my power to control this car, and it must be smoother than Master Wu."

Zhang Yan involuntarily grabbed the seat belt, swallowed, "Or, I'll drive in the future."

"Don't believe me?" He Lanjue drifted chicly, and parked the car in the parking space of the hotel.

Zhang Yan quickly denied: "Of course not, how could I not believe you."

"Since you trust me, why do you still keep things from me?" He Lanjue turned his head, with a rare stern expression.The relaxed and happy atmosphere in the car suddenly froze.

It seems that He Lanjue has also discovered his abnormality, and he looks like he won't give up until he asks. Did he say it or did he say it?

Zhang Yan was silent for a while, and said, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, the problem is, although I always feel that someone is spying on me these days, but when I look back, I don't see anyone at all."

After saying it, Zhang Yan himself felt a little unreliable. You said that it is normal for someone to spy on He Lanjue, at least he is beautiful, so why spy on a man like him? Is he so handsome?

"How long?"

"A week?"

He Lanjue's beautiful eyes were stained with anger: "You didn't tell me for so long?"

"I'm sorry." Zhang Yan apologized honestly, thought for a while and said: "I will tell you as soon as possible in the future."

He Lanjue's expression softened, and he took out a small sandalwood box from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan took it inexplicably, opened it, and it turned out to be a white jade pendant, in an extremely simple ring shape, with some small unevenness: "What is this?" He looked at He Lanjue.

"Teleportation Array."

"Teleportation array?" Zhang Yan was taken aback, picked up the jade pendant and looked up and down, "Can this send you to me, or can it send me to you? Is it true that if I want to go to the United States, I just need to read Just a spell?"

He held the jade pendant and pointed it at the light, but he still didn't see anything unusual, except for the engraved thing on it, which neither glowed nor sang, so there seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

"Don't look, the formation hasn't been activated yet." He Lanjue pursed his lips and smiled, took the jade pendant from Zhang Yan's hand, tied it on him sideways, and kissed his cheek, "This is like a talisman paper, it can hide you If you are in danger, I can also return to you through this small formation, so absolutely never take it off, understand?"

Zhang Yan grabbed the jade pendant and nodded repeatedly.

This world is too dangerous, you still have to listen to the words of Almighty.

It's a pity that Zhang Yan didn't know that this time, even He Lanjue didn't realize the danger around him.