Run away after flirting with the male god

Jia Wen's complexion didn't improve until he left, and he disliked anyone with a gloomy face.

Seeing Jia Wen angry, Yang Fan ate the grapes and asked Song Bai in doubt, "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know." Song Bai shook his head and read today's newspaper seriously, then turned his head and casually glanced at Yang Fan, his hands were full of juice.

Perhaps because he noticed the other party's gaze, Yang Fan exhaled and wiped his hands and sucked: "This thing is delicious when peeled."

Jia Wen kept paying attention to the movement behind him. He was a person who couldn't hide his temper, and said something, so he immediately sat next to Yang Fan and said angrily, "I bought this."

"I know, I went out to dinner with Song Bai yesterday and drank some wine and fell asleep. He told me this morning."

Jia Wen was panting with anger, but Song Bai was even more angry when he looked at him with an old look on his face, and he really didn't understand what was so good about him, "You just want to have dinner with him, I haven't seen you since I've been waiting for you for so long Once there is something delicious, you will call me."

Yang Fan shook his head, feeling a little helpless at Jia Wen's temper, so he peeled off one and sent it over as an apology: "There are quite a few boys in the class."

"Are you stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? I'm already on your side, and the boys who spoke ill of you behind your back must be against me."

Song Bai calmly looked around Jia Wen's face until the hairs on his back stood up again, panicked...

"Women, didn't you say you want to hang girls."

"Fart, I don't dare my sister. I went to the bar the night before and met a rough foreign girl who was very enthusiastic and interesting. I wanted to get in touch with her, but she ran away after sleeping and left a note." Speaking of this, Jia Wen changed from anger to embarrassment and finally to rage.

The plot was reversed, Yang Fan couldn't care less and asked quickly, "What did you write?"

Jia Wen tremblingly stretched out three fingers: "Little brother..."

"Hahahaha my mother, you can't satisfy me." Yang Fan didn't want to make fun of Jia Wen, but he couldn't help it anymore. He felt sad even if he had too much money, but someone appeared and gave him a blow. Yang Fan stretched out his hand and patted him. Shoulder said in a earnest tone, "You need to be cautious when making appointments, my friend."

"It's annoying, my sister somehow found out that I was dating a girl outside, scolded me and asked me to follow the arrangement of my family to enter the internship unit, tell me how can I have the mood to sit in the office, annoying .”

It is good to have a background in the family. I think he passed through dozens of resumes back then but didn't reply a single one.

Jia Wen wasn't really angry, and he wanted to run away after complaining. Song Bai put a Buddha beside him like a surveillance camera, and he felt guilty.

It took 6 hours to go back to school. Yang Fan calculated the time and estimated that he would be able to arrive at school in two hours. The juice from drying his hands was gone before he was in the mood to eat grapes. He lowered his head and looked confused, internship?

"Song Bai, where do you plan to go for an internship?"

As long as a person is good-looking, every move is considered beautiful in the eyes of others. Yang Fan didn't take care of his hair and let it be messed up. He was wearing a white short sleeve and showed his slender wrist when he sucked his fingertips. Dazed, the clean eyes like a child projected into his heart, thinking of the most delicate and hard-to-raise epiphyllum, because it is difficult to raise, it will be self-willed, because it is rare, so it is confident, but it is a pity that Yang Fan does not have the temperament of a flash in the pan.Suddenly showing a sluggish expression, Song Bai looked away, took off his glasses and replied: "I have already contacted. The senior opened a company last year and I will go to practice. If possible, I will stay there." Looking at Yang Fan's The expression probably guessed that he was not ready yet, and the head hanging down was discouraged.

"Where are you going?"

Yang Fan's discouragement is not unreasonable. The ink in his stomach is almost zero now, and he is close to an idiot in terms of professional and theoretical knowledge. He is a bit envious of the rebirth in the book. They all have big cheats and remember the lottery number. You should know it earlier I will come this out, he is sure...

The point is that he has no prophetic ability.

"Be a plane model."

"The water in ylq is very muddy." Song Bai frowned and expressed his incomprehension at him, "I think you will shine, but I don't think it will be on the model."

Yang Fan held his chin and said nothing.

Song Bai felt that his tone might be a bit contemptuous of artists, so he sat up straight and explained straightly: "You, you are already very brilliant, newcomers are easy to be bullied inside."

Yang Fan rubbed his brows to calm down, how annoying.

Dad is reborn and doesn’t give any benefits such as superpowers. This is different from the script. After reading novels for so many years, he especially likes fantasy and even dreamed that he became the savior.

"Anyway, I won't starve to death."

After being silent, Song Bai said, "There are interviews in the news that models are very hard-working, and sometimes they don't even have enough to eat."

Humming, buzzing, the phone vibrated, Yang Fan took it out to look at the information and nodded, and said casually: "That's it, it's no different from a celebrity in order to maintain a figure, it's just that the modeling industry is international, otherwise it's very dangerous to be a wild model. I just want to live my whole life in a mediocre way, and I don’t want to have international capital or anything, my head hurts.”

What kind of information about demons and ghosts is this!

"Why don't you follow me..."

Yang Fan suddenly clicked his tongue: "These children must be sick."

Hearing this, Song Bai closed his mouth and sighed.

Yang Fan was busy with his mobile phone and didn't pay attention to the disappointed expressions of the people around him. He didn't understand the world of non-mainstream young people.

It turned out that since he unfollowed everyone and deleted Weibo that night, people have been following him, but he didn’t delete all of them, leaving some normal content to make it appear that he quit the blog, and it was the group of people who were following him young people.

Today, Yang Fan is 33 years old and has started to run to 4 during the Chinese New Year. He has already played enough with his mobile phone, so the chance of touching it every day is very low. It is almost based on someone looking for him. Otherwise, he would rather sleep than touch it, but he doesn’t know. It's because his chat tools have all 'exploded' since he cleared the bunch of Internet celebrities, and he asked him if something happened to him first, with a pleasant face.

He didn't return, he was having dinner with Song Bai that day.

Then in just one day, he became the target of everyone's bombardment, because he once posted a photo of having dinner with someone halfway through.

Oh, by the way, he closed all private messages and comments.

This behavior is completely a shadow of the previous life. Black fans set off tens of thousands of floors in the comments and could drown him with a mouthful of saliva. No matter how you say it in this life, you have to take precautions in advance and do your best to avoid it.

As a result, all kinds of black material and 'before plastic surgery' photos of him appeared on the Internet today, a lot of brain damage, and several fans sprayed each other with hot topics. He only knows now that he probably has to thank them for their hard quarrels, which became popular tweets on Weibo. up.

The reason was originally the cynicism of several people, saying that he became cold and ignored people when he became popular, and he also forgot the friends who lived and died together.

Life and death together?

Yang Fan feels ashamed, life and death are shared with you, you grandma bear, everyone puts interests first, so why talk about friends, he is not blind to the open and secret battles between several people about appearance, whether it is corrected or not, he has the ability to remove ten-level microdermabrasion and filters together Let's take a look.

In his previous life, his agent had to deal with all the messy things, but now he needs to do it himself. Yang Fan thought for a long time about the public relations methods of other artists and felt that he couldn't learn it. He hesitated for a long time and sent a photo without a filter.

After all, he is also a big man who is running for four, what kind of filter does he want.

"Everyone is not blind."

Song Bai also looked around: "Is there any trouble?"

"It's not troublesome, it's just a bunch of little kids." In the blink of an eye, he called Jia Wen, "Do me a favor, don't push me."

Song Bai also has Weibo, but he only pays attention to magazines or technology bloggers. He took out his mobile phone and looked around, it was full of monster flowers. He really couldn’t bear the pointy chin of a shoehorn. On the other hand, Yang Fan’s chin is actually not that sharp. In preparation, it is still slightly wide. Comparing the photos, you can see the difference in the flexibility of the two faces.

One minute later, Song Bai put on his glasses again, quit Weibo and turned on airplane mode to digest.

It's really a coquettish bitch cooked in one pot, and the roommate is the most delicious.

Jia Wen's work efficiency is all made up of money. In the afternoon, the ids of those bloggers were all cleared. Yang Fan was a little surprised: "All have been deleted."

"Yeah, why don't you just solve it once and for all, how about it, are you happy?"

Yang Fan was weak: "It's cool..." There was a bad premonition in his heart.

In the evening, there was another news that Yang Fan was taken care of by the big boss, so this matter could go on so quickly, and the public didn't believe it.

Do not believe?

Try searching to see if you can see what happened in the morning.

In the end, it was Jia Jing's team who came out to settle the farce. It was equivalent to intervening across borders and Yang Fanting was surprised and even more embarrassed. He wanted to thank him but was rejected.

"It should be, it's not a big deal."

Indeed, in Jia Jing's eyes, this was a trivial matter, but Yang Fan knew in his heart that she was going to pay off the debt that fell into the water, and everyone would not owe each other in the future.

If possible, he hopes to fall into the water a few more times as long as someone saves him. You must know that Jia Jing's statement almost uprooted him from the circle and even drew a line: he is a model signed by our studio and will be responsible for civil affairs. All 10 haute couture sets of Soul series were shot.

That price immediately increased.

But everyone knows that he took advantage of Jia Jing.

"Alas...how do I repay this debt of favor..." Yang Fan dropped his phone and rolled the bed sheet, rolled himself into a long strip and then rolled back, his tone was soft, and people who didn't know the truth thought they had been wronged.

Looking at the orange-red sunset outside the window, Song Bai had a cool demeanor. He approached the group of people on the bed and raised his hand to touch the top of his hair. The soft touch slid his palm, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly: "Take a good photo."

"That's right." Xu Shi was touched comfortably, and Yang Fan froze. No one in his memory had ever treated him like this. The touch was so small that it brought a warmth that made him feel strange and trembling. He didn't remember when he leaned over, anyway, when he regained consciousness, he was already pillowing on Song Bai's lap.

Only the dormitory of the two of them was filled with red light, and he glanced at the alarm clock on the table which showed 4:30.

"What was the last thing you said in the car?"

Song Bai lowered his head, and inexplicably felt a trace of remorse when he met the man's clear and energetic eyes, he turned his head indifferently: "I forgot too."

Yang Fan leaned on his lap again, feeling that the touch on his head was gone, his eyes widened, and he pressed his hand to signal to continue touching: "Will you settle here in the future?"

"Yes, I just don't want to leave my grandparents after being admitted to this school." Song Bai said seriously.

"When are you going for the interview?"

Song Bai carefully helped the young man to brush away the thin and slightly curly forehead hair. The hair was soft and comfortable to the touch. His eyes deepened, and his voice was as deep as a jug of wine: "It's early morning, I'm here to help recently."

"No wonder I see that you are not around all day sometimes, I am so bored to death."

Song Bai chuckled lightly, and the atmosphere was harmonious: "You can be with Jia Wen."

"He is also busy on weekdays, so it's not easy to take me out, maybe he is misunderstood by others, what should I do? I am a fucking man who has to accept the misunderstanding. Is it my fault for being so suave and handsome? I'm also desperate."

"Ahem." Lowering his head, he would look at Yang Fan, and Song Bai raised his eyes to look around in a little panic, helping him tuck the quilt up and pretending to be busy, "It will be boring for you to be friends with me."

The stroking on the head also stopped, and Yang Fan got up silently and stared at Song Bai, it seemed that his high-spirited appearance just now was his illusion.

"Song Bai, everything is still in time."

He asked puzzledly, "What do you mean?"

Yang Fan looked at his own hand, took a deep breath and slowly held the other's hand and moved it to the side of his face. The man's hand was probably a little rough. He gently rubbed his cheek to feel the force of friction, and said with lowered eyes: "It's hot. , I used to be the opposite of it, so cold."

At 5 o'clock, the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared completely, and the gray and black enveloped every part of the dormitory. Song Bai listened to the words he didn't understand in disbelief, and looked at Yang Fan's gray face, which was completely different from the expression just now, and his blood was gone. His eyes faded, his jaw trembled, and he smiled coldly, as if he had no passion for life and was full of despair.

Not long after, Yang Fan raised his eyes to look at him, holding back tears, Song Bai looked straight.

"I owe you a favor that is very difficult to repay. There is a mountain on my shoulders that makes me breathless. I want to make an IOU with you. It will take me a long time to pay back slowly."

Song Bai felt baffled: "You...don't owe me anything."

How long does it take to fall in love with someone? After his death, he stayed with Song Bai for a full seven days, only seven days.

He recalled that Song Bai was really ugly when he was crying, and the elders cried like their parents died. In fact, the two of them had no contact, because he looked very smooth and entered the entertainment industry as expected. Circle, singing and filming and then met his benefactor, oh no, that scumbag.

After being a ghost for three days, he followed Song Bai to watch him buy a cemetery for himself, the best one. Song Bai repeated his instructions solemnly: "He just likes beautiful ones, be careful." He just looked at his own. The remains were cremated to ashes.

He followed Song Bai at night, Song Bai's house was monotonous and deserted, and they were replaced with red wedding bedding. Song Bai seriously put his ghostly portrait beside him, and lay straight on the bed.

If ghosts could have expressions, he thought his expression must have been hideous.

The ceremony was inexplicably solemn and miserable, and he leaned on the man's chest obsessively, listening to the thumping heartbeat and fell into deep thought, wishing he had appeared earlier.

Song Bai is a psycho, unfortunately, he is also a psycho.

Yang Fan held Song Bai's clothes tightly and slowly moved over.

Song Bai was stunned and saw a drop of smooth and clear ball rolling down and hitting the back of his hand with a 'click'. His heart was already messed up because of Yang Fan's words. He held his breath and felt distressed. Sorry for each other.

Silently approaching until a few minutes away, Yang Fan felt the nervousness and confusion of the other party, and lamented that it is a pity that the time and place are right and the people are not close. After all, it is their first kiss.

Of course, this family refers to Song Bai.

However, just as Song Bai clenched his fists to accept, a maniacal laugh burst from his ears.

"Hahahahaha look at you like that!"