Lan Jia's Han Xiyou

Han Xiyou and Lan Jia got bored in the dance practice room all afternoon, and it was almost lunch time before they packed their lunch boxes and left.

With a bitter face, Han Xiyou pointed to the dish containing dried spicy fish, "I didn't eat a single bite."

"I'll make it for you when I get home tonight. Let's go." Lan Jia took the plate from him and stuffed it into the thermos, packed up his things and prepared to go home.

"If you don't go home, you will have a wronged person and a debtor. I will take you to settle the score."

So Han Xiyou took Lan Jiaxiong across the overpass and arrived at Lu Ning's house.

"Xiyou, why are you here all of a sudden?" Lu Ning opened the door guiltily, as if he had committed a crime.

"Brother Lu Ning, Xiyou brought me to collect the debt." Lan Jia looked at Lu Ning very sincerely.

"Who...ah...haha, Xiyou." An Yuan was just about to come out wearing an apron to take a look, when King Han Chuang walked in with his wife swaggering in. Come on, who made him feel wronged!

"Director An, you have to be cured for an occupational disease." Han Xiyou said with a fake smile.

"Yes, yes, do you have medicine? I haven't charged you the appearance fee yet." An Yuan curled his lips.

"It's okay, you and Brother Lu Ning play by yourself, what bundle play, bikini play, tsk tsk, it will definitely be a blockbuster."

"Han Xiyou! Do you want to stay? Just kidding, as for?"

Lu Ning came over to be a peacemaker with a headache, and just as he was about to speak, Han Xiyou said, "I'm joking with you tomorrow that brother Lu Ning is dead, are you laughing or not?"

An Yuan blew his beard and stared angrily, "You!"

Lu Ning kicked Han Xiyou, "How are you talking? Don't curse your brother!"

"Tch, turn your elbows outward."

"Okay, okay, wash your hands and come over to eat." Lu Ning took An Yuan to the restaurant, and the two of them had to keep a distance of more than five meters, otherwise they would definitely start a war.

Lu Ning couldn't see what Anyuan was holding and what Han Xiyou was robbing at the table, so he had to divide all the dishes into two portions, one in front of Han Xiyou and the other in front of Anyuan.

One side is the younger brother, and the other side is the wife, so difficult!

This kind of bad idea Han Xiyou knew An Yuan came from as soon as he guessed it. Although he was quite angry, An Yuan was his brother and sister-in-law after all, but he still had to let it go in his heart.

After dinner, Han Xiyou took Lan Jia home refreshed, leaving Anyuan angrily cleaning up the mess.

As soon as the two of them went upstairs, Lan Jia ran to the door of the house, making a fuss and saying: "Xiyou! A thief broke into the house!"

"Ah?" Han Xiyou came over and turned on the headlights in the living room to take a look. The things in the room were neat and there was no sign of being turned over. "Oh, it's okay. Maybe I forgot to lock the door when I went out in a hurry."

Lan Jia followed him and hugged him, whispering, "Xiyou, I'm sorry."

Han Xiyou pulled the man into his arms and rubbed his hair, "Why didn't you bring the card I gave you?"

"I took out the laundry today and forgot to put it on."

"Remember to take your things with you in the future, and the phone is not allowed to be turned off, you understand?"

"Well, I remember."

After the two of them washed and lay on the bed, Lan Jia suddenly remembered that he hadn't told Han Xiyou about learning to swim today, so he turned around and faced him again, "Xiyou, are you asleep?"

Han Xiyou opened his eyes and looked at him, "Not yet."

"Let me tell you, I didn't choke on the water when I was learning to swim today, but the coach said I was dog-planing, and I don't like him." Lan Jia couldn't see her own posture, but dog-planing doesn't sound like a good word.

Han Xiyou looked at him amusedly, "At first, dog planing was not bad, come on, I'll call him tomorrow, don't criticize our idiots."

"En!" Lan Jia nodded, "By the way, how did you take Meng Lin to the hospital today? Why didn't I see him?"

"It can be cured, don't worry." Han Xiyou vaguely remembered that Meng Lin came back with him, and later...he didn't know when he left.

"That's good, and do we still have to hold a press conference?" Lan Jia looked at him with bright eyes, as if looking forward to it.

"you think?"

Lan Jia shook her head, "No, go to sleep." Then she hugged Han Xiyou's arms.

Han Xiyou thought for a while, and waited for Lan Jia to fall asleep before taking out his mobile phone and sending a message to Zhang Qin. It seemed okay to open it again, just to end all of this. In the days to come, he only wanted to live an ordinary life with Lan Jia.

As soon as the two went to Xianyin the next day, Zhang Qin told them that the press conference was scheduled for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. Han Xiyou nodded expressionlessly, and prepared to finish filming the rest of Meng Lin's MV.

Lan Jia pulled Han Xiyou a little excitedly, "Xiyou, what I just said yesterday is actually going to open today, am I crazy?"

Han Xiyou kissed his forehead, pulled him and stood aside, "Yes, you are the best, I will give you the phone, don't run around, and don't get close to Meng Lin, understand?"

Lan Jia stood up straight and saluted, "Understood, sir!"

Han Xiyou squeezed his face and walked away with a smile. Sure enough, he liked Lan Jia too much.

This afternoon's shooting was exceptionally smooth, and Meng Lin's affairs came to an end for the time being.

Two press conferences were held within a short period of one month, but to my surprise, not only did not fewer reporters come, but more reporters came. Lan Jia didn't understand why these people were so interested in other people's affairs, and they wanted to say something I really don't understand what is not true.

On the day of the press conference, Han Xiyou and Lan Jia were dressed very casually. It was a set of couple casual clothes bought by Lan Jia. In fact, they were a large size and a small size, but he liked this suit very much. As long as he was wearing Han Xiyou, he would change into it consciously. .

After the two appeared, the scene was still in the same chaos. Han Xiyou took Lan Jia to sit down and unscrewed the water bottle to take a few sips of water, without any intention of opening his mouth.

Han Xiyou didn't look at Lan Jia until it became quiet below, "You tell me."

"What?" Lan Jia looked at him and asked in a low voice.

"Whatever, whatever you want to say."

Lan Jia was instructed to carry two chairs and walked to the front of the stage, then casually pointed to a female reporter, "Please come up, lady."

The female reporter sat on the chair in doubt. Lan Jia moved the chair and sat next to her, then suddenly turned sideways and pressed towards her, and a flash of light immediately lit up below.

Then Lan Jia asked the female reporter to go down, and then a different person came up, and they still did the same thing. At first, people were still holding up their cameras to take pictures, but then they all stopped.

Not long after, Zhang Qin came over with a stack of photos and handed them to Lan Jia. Lan Jia smiled and nodded and took one. The photo was of him and the first female reporter. It looked very blue from the screen. Jiaqiang kisses the female reporter.

"Hey, I believe everyone here has a copy of this photo, and it's much better than this one, so I think... Will there be news about me raping a female reporter tomorrow?"

Then Lan Jia took out another photo, "What about this one? I can copy it to you if you don't have one, and you can write news about my cheating."

"This one is also good, you can write about my being adopted."

"If this stack of photos appears on the same page at the same time, do I still have to write a news that I am MB?"

Lan Jia threw out a stack of photos with a wave of his hand, and the flood of photos flew down from the heads of the people, which was particularly spectacular. At this time, no one took pictures, and their faces became more and more stinky.

"You are reporters, not rumormongers. Your job is to capture news, not rumors. You can't just see a boar bleeding all over the ground and call it dystocia and hemorrhage, right?"

Han Xiyou burst out laughing, he really found a treasure.

"Don't laugh." Lan Jia turned back and pointed at him, then turned and continued, "I hope that everyone here will not disturb our life again, is that okay?"

Lan Jiasong breathed a sigh of relief and almost had the same hands and feet. He was enjoying the patronage just now, but now he started to get nervous. Wouldn't it be too good for him to fly the photo out just now?If someone finds fault tomorrow, it will be troublesome.

Han Xiyou squeezed his fingers, "I was so handsome just now, I was fascinated."

"Really?" Lan Jia looked up at him

.

"Really, leave it to me, I have one more thing to say." Han Xiyou stood up from his seat, maintaining his usual style of few words, and said clearly and concisely: "Finally, I have one more thing to say, starting today I will retreat behind the scenes , I hope that there will be no false news about me in the future."

The press conference ended inexplicably. The reporters who went that afternoon all left the conference with an indescribable mood.