Hello Feng Moyan

Feng Moyan lived in a room on the 17th floor of the hotel, and was rarely disturbed by anyone.

When the two came out, it was quiet outside, and there was no one there.

Mo Yan, the studio we are going to go to today has to be there before 7:12. After [-] o'clock, there will be an interview at Orange Film and Television, about the new work, followed by...

Zhou Nian stopped in the middle of speaking.

go on.

Feng Moyan stood beside him and pressed the elevator in front of him.

Zhou Nian looked down at his left hand being pulled, thought for a moment, and continued reading.

Afterwards, there was a photo shoot for Esquire magazine, and there was a brand launch event in the afternoon...

Feng Moyan listened silently, and the two held hands quietly in the elevator.

After Zhou Nian finished reading, she also held his hand.

The numbers on the elevator went down little by little, and there were only the two of them in the elevator, feeling the warmth of each other in their palms, this was the first time they shook hands outside.Zhou Nian was a little emotional.

The elevator door opened, and suddenly a few people came in.

Seeing them, Zhou Nian was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his left hand.

Then he took a quick step outside.

Although Feng Moyan was wearing thick sunglasses now, he was still afraid that they would recognize him.

Zhou Nian breathed a sigh of relief when they walked out.

They probably didn't notice it just now.

should not.

Feng Moyan looked at the scene in the elevator above from a distance, unable to see his emotions clearly.

He moved his fingers, and then licked the pocket of his coat.

With a bang, the elevator door opened.

Feng Moyan ignored the people behind him and walked out directly.

Zhou Nian froze and followed out.

The two were sitting in the nanny's car, and Zhou Nian walked over with a big bag with some excitement.

Feng Moyan sat on his seat, looking at a magazine in his hand.

Mo, fans just sent a lot of gifts, do you want to take a look?

No.

The face of the person in front was indifferent, Zhou Nian was also a little bored, so he could only respond.

Oh.

Zhou Nian put down the big bag, picked up the itinerary in the bag and read it.

So, do you have anything you want to eat?

In no mood.

……

Zhou Nian's hand flipping through the paper paused, no matter how slow he was, he found that the mood of the people in front was not quite right.

Feng Moyan, are you angry?

No.

Feng Moyan sat on his seat, looked at the newspaper in his hand and said calmly.

He also said he wasn't angry.

Zhou Nian thought for a while, put down the document in his hand, and sat beside Feng Moyan.

Then he grabbed the other's finger and put it in his own hand, and the two of them leaned against each other quietly.

Why are you angry?

Zhou Nian played with the opponent's fingers, then turned them over to look at the palm prints on them, and said with a smile.

Why is your hand always so warm, it's so comfortable to hold.

Feng Moyan looked at the other party, and sighed after a long time.

He turned his head and ignored the people around him.

Zhou Nian looked at the other party's expression, but he felt a little more relaxed, and seemed to calm down a little.

But he still didn't know why the people around him were angry.

That fellow Feng Moyan likes to keep everything in his heart, how could he know what was on his mind.

The two sat side by side in the nanny's car, the person on the left looked at the script in his hand, and the person on the right leaned against him gently, looking at the schedule and flipping through the news of various celebrities.

In the carriage, the quiet ones could hear each other's breathing.

Zhou Nian actually liked this feeling very much.It was as if everything stood still.

Suddenly there was a sound outside the car.

Brother Moyan, I'm back.

When Zhou Nian heard this, he sat up straight, far away from the people next to him.

As soon as Xiaosong opened the door, he saw two people sitting separately, one was flipping through the schedule, the other was reading the script.

But he always felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Especially Feng Moyan, he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Xiao Han, come up quickly.

Zhou Nian looked at him with a smile.

Ok.

The man sitting by the window was writing on the script with a pen, the hair on his forehead fluttering slightly in front of him.

Watching blankly.

Zhou Nian stretched out his hand, looked out the window and sighed.

Is it wrong for him to be cautious?

That kind of photo has been taken before.

Why can't that kid have a longer memory?

Feng Moyan, why did you call me over?

The pretty fingers flicked and two tickets came out.

There are two tickets for the hot springs.

Seeing this, Zhou Nian immediately frowned.

Now, is it time to soak in hot springs casually?What if I was caught again?I still think the previous things are not big enough.

It's okay, I've already booked the entire museum, let's put on a disguise so no one will find out.

Zhou Nian turned around and sighed.

If you're going to soak, you can find someone else, I won't go with you.

Okay, then I will tell the media now that I am in love with you.Anyway, I've had enough of this sneaky life. If it's made public, at least we won't have to hide in front of everyone when we go out to play.

After speaking, Feng Moyan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, ready to make a call.

Zhou Nian's face turned pale, and he immediately pressed his hand that was on the phone.

Stop it.

You know, I didn't make a fuss.I was serious.

Feng Moyan looked at him calmly, and there was something dangerous in his eyes.

Seeing those eyes, Zhou Nian was startled, and withdrew his hand a little embarrassingly.

When they arrived at the hot spring mansion, Zhou Nian stood by the side, refusing to go down.

Why are you still standing there, come down quickly.

Feng Moyan was sitting in the water, wrapped in a towel, looking at him somewhat.

Zhou Nian hugged his bathrobe tightly, refusing to go into the water no matter what.

Just the two of them now!

This atmosphere is too embarrassing!Too dangerous!So risqué!

He always felt nervous when he was with him, especially when the clothes were not tightly wrapped.

Club yourself, I'll just eat here.

Zhou Nian, come here.

Feng Moyan sat there, watching him quietly.

Don't make me say it a second time.

Zhou Nian stood on the shore, his body trembling slightly.

When that guy turned cold, it was really a terrible thing.

He took off his clothes and walked slowly into the swimming pool.

The person in front put his hands on the shore and stared straight at him.Zhou Nian felt as if he was being watched by a wolf.

As soon as he approached, someone pulled his body over, and a figure pinned him down.

Feng Moyan hugged his head and kissed him delicately.

Open your mouth.

The moment the mouth opened, something ran in.The body is becoming more and more violent, and it is becoming less and less controlled by reason.

Zhou Nian's feet were a little weak.

When the body was turned over, Zhou Nian accidentally vomited a bit of phlegm while supporting the stone on the shore.

The person behind was shocked, and then kissed him violently, almost crazy.

Zhou Nian frowned, grabbed the handrail on the bank with all his strength, and spit out a few sounds intermittently from his mouth.

Every time I do this kind of thing with Feng Moyan, Zhou Nian always has an illusion, always feels that there is an illusion that his soul is drained, his body is fluttering, and he can't step on it.But at this time, only Feng Moyan is real, and only when he hugs him and listens to his voice can he feel at ease.It was a feeling etched into the soul.

Zhou Nian.

what?

Zhou Nian felt that someone was pushing him, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Seeing the person in front of him, he said somewhat unbearably.

Feng Moyan suddenly tightened his grip.

No matter what happens, don't leave me.

Zhou Nian sighed in his heart, did this guy wake him up specially just to say this to him?

understood.

Zhou Nian muttered, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Moyan looked at his sleeping face, and traced the contours of his face over and over again with his palms. Finally, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead.

The author has something to say:

□□What kind of word is that, you know, there are a lot of XX dramas, I will go to self-reflection first, alas~~