Run away after flirting with the male god

Yang Fan looked back and saw that Song Bai hadn't come yet, so it was rare for him to be kind: "What's the matter?"

The girl became even more nervous, and she took out a few photos and said submissively: "I'm a photographer...not... I have a friend who is studying fashion design, and he has to... hand in homework after graduation. I, we two want to ask you to be a model. "It might be a little embarrassing in the back, the girl is only 160 tall, and Yang Fan barely heard what she said when he bent down, "We thought... our graduation work might win an award or something."

Yang Fan smiled: "What if you don't win the prize?"

"That's okay, I don't think there is anyone in the school who is more accustomed to the camera than you."

Yang Fan still remembers winning the award. It was Bi She who compared the top three in front of the teachers of the department. No.1 is said to have a bonus of [-] yuan, and [-] yuan is equivalent to a national scholarship, but models alone can get Is the award too girly?

Yang Fan flipped through a few photos, luckily they were all men’s clothing, he casually glanced at the listing on Cao Xue’s chest, and it was clear that Cao Xue is a photography major and probably wants to join forces with friends, he said with a smile: “Photography is not very good. technology is useless.”

"We have always liked you very much, so I thought, I want to ask you to be a model for the last time, and I want to ask how much money you need..." I heard that Yang Fan's part-time job outside is a model, and she and her friends did not know the money Is it enough to invite Yang Fan? Cao Xue twisted the corner of her clothes worriedly.

As a gay guy, he is naturally not interested in girls, but the girls acted so weak, he handed back the design to the other party: "I'm very expensive."

"……how much?"

Just as Yang Fan was about to speak, he saw a girl not far away looking at him with his sharp eyes. He laughed and said, "Let's leave a contact information and show me the works you have taken tonight before I tell you whether to accept or not. I'll take it, just buy me a bottle of water."

"Eh? Didn't you say it was expensive?"

Yang Fan blinked and said: "Didn't you say you like me, just treat it as a fan welfare."

The little girl was blushing and didn't know that Yang Fan had already agreed to them, and excitedly ran to her friend's eyes full of pink bubbles, as if she was a brain-dead 丨 fan meeting an idol.

Song Bai also didn't know that Yang Fan had easily captured the hearts of two innocent girls during his speech. When he found Yang Fan, she was having fun secretly. He was uncomfortable in a suit, and he loosened his tie while walking, but he remembered that it was Yang Fan. I tied it for myself, and put down my hands again, "Let's go."

"I saw the principal talking to you, what are you talking about?"

"Ask me if I want to stay in school and become a teacher, I refuse."

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you refuse?"

Song Bo said slowly and methodically, "That's not the ambition."

"That's right, the teacher is not attractive to you." Yang Fan shrank his neck and scolded himself for trouble, but he couldn't help feeling sorry, "It doesn't mean that there is a place to stay in school, what a precious resource opportunity." The school is a decision that needs to be made by the school leaders after comprehensive consideration. It is a glorious thing, but it is also equivalent to a dream for others. Only now did Yang Fan realize that Song Bai has reached such a level.

Seeing that he felt sorry for him, Song Bai slowly took Yang Fan's hand and said, "I'll make a lot of money and support you."

The corner of his mouth couldn't hold back and bent upwards, Yang Fan pulled out his hand and hit the man on the chest and walked forward.

Song Bai blinked and felt his heart softened by something brushing against him. He trotted forward to hold Yang Fan again: "I'm serious."

"I don't care if you're real or not!" It seemed that the action just now was too girly, and Yang Fan was regretting in his heart, "Why did you say it, don't worry about it."

"Well, I remember."

After Yang Fan heard this, he was tangled up and wanted to cry, so he pulled out his hand and hit Song Bai a few more times, but it was a pity that he didn't move at all, and he acted like a monkey show.

"I'm going to beat you in the chest with a big hammer!"

According to the rules of Song Baizhan, Yang Fan allowed Yang Fan to beat himself, and the shape of a hammer appeared in his mind, and he said slowly: "We don't have a hammer in our house."

Yang Fan: "..." How can a broken me ruin you, a good student.

Yang Fan didn't dare to speak internet slang anymore, he was afraid that if he accidentally bleeds out his anger, he would scold Song Mubai for not being emotional, what a lump!

Song Bai felt aggrieved, although he found it interesting that Yang Fan was sometimes shy indirectly.

It was not too early when he came out, Song Bai was worried that Yang Fan would be hungry, so he suggested: "There is a noodle restaurant at the door that tastes good, do you want to eat?"

Yang Fan nodded: "Go and eat."

The noodle restaurant has been open for more than ten years and the taste has always been good. It is roughly estimated that it has been more than ten years since the last time I ate noodles from this restaurant. Yang Fan looked at the price list and said green vegetable noodles. Song Bai looked worried: "You don't want to eat meat anymore?"

Yang Fan lowered his head: "Don't eat, I have a bland taste now." It's not that I'm born with a bland taste, but that I have been restraining my diet in my previous life to keep my figure. This is the case with Xiaoxianrou. If you eat an extra piece of meat, you will be reminded by the manager: You must maintain figure!

But he didn't understand why the man wanted to keep it. The agent said, "Because you are a fresh meat, who will buy you when you grow up to be an old bacon?"

Over time, this appetite gradually faded, and Yang Fan guessed that his stomach must have become smaller.

The noodles came out very quickly, and the taste in his mouth was still in his memory. He was a little carried away from eating.

Song Bai looked at the customers around him and said in a low voice, "Fanfan, don't make any noise while eating."

"Huh?" Yang Fan sucked on the noodles quickly, and after eating he yelled, realizing that the man was talking about ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba baa.

"There are noodles all over his mouth." Song Bai Mozhe reached out to help the young man wipe it off. He rubbed his soft lips until they turned red and deepened. disturb others."

Facing this kind of good-natured youth, Yang Fan had no choice but to roll his eyes.

Probably because the old store at the gate of the school used too much. As a man who can’t even cook a bowl of noodles, it’s a bit embarrassing. Yang Fan stared at the half bowl of noodles left and began to think about whether to throw it away or throw it away, but Song Bai would definitely sternly Teach him that this is a waste of food, and it is shameful to waste food!

What to do, he has already imagined the picture.

"Since I can't eat it, I'll eat it."

Yang Fan: "...what?"

However, Song Bai didn't reply to him, and he took the noodle bowl and ate the noodles slowly. Yang Fan stared at the noodles disappearing little by little while hanging his head and felt a little uncomfortable, even though they exchanged a lot of saliva when they kissed. ...But he felt flattered that this kind of old couple didn't dislike her.

The diligence and thrift of the veteran cadres has been deeply rooted in Yang Fan's heart. He quietly waited for the other party to finish eating before paying the bill. When he came out, the last bus was gone.

It was unrealistic to walk back in the middle of the night, Yang Fan immediately called a car to pick him up, Song Bainong frowned: "It's not convenient without a car."

The wind in early autumn was refreshing and pleasant. Yang Fan hiccupped after eating and wanted to say a few pretentious poems, but the ink in his stomach was not strong enough, so he nodded vigorously when he heard Song Bai's words when the wind was blowing: "From school It's very expensive to call home." He was in a state of ecstasy, but he didn't notice that Song Bai's eyebrows frowned even deeper.

A taxi fare of more than [-] yuan is equivalent to traveling half a city. Song Bai finally thanked the driver with a solemn expression. It was the first time that the driver encountered such a polite and bowing customer.

In the evening, when Yang Fan went online, he first deleted the boring dialog boxes, found Cao Xue’s page and found that people had already uploaded pictures, basically of various types, Yang Fan held a cup of tea and kept saying that the girl’s equipment is quite good: “This is really It’s really hard to refuse.”

"Fanfan, let's go buy a car tomorrow."

Yang Fan was still looking at Cao Xue's photo, and suddenly Song Bai turned his head suspiciously: "Buy a car? Don't you have a car?" Oh my god, are you going to be generous!

Song Bai raised his eyes and said seriously: "The taxi fare is too expensive."

Yang Fan felt a little happy. The new car has a new look. He quickly asked Cao Xue the time and place and put down the phone: "I really want to buy it. Have you decided what car to buy? Look at the new Audi model. If you want to ask for more You can even order a BMW." He felt that Song Bai would not buy a BMW, and he was 100% sure.

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, I just bought a bike to go to work." Song Bai put his arms around Yang Fan's waist and urged him to sleep, "It's getting late, be careful that you have dark circles."

"Sleep well and sleep well."

Yang Fan immediately lay down obediently, thinking about dressing up handsomely tomorrow, and also wanting to make Song Bai look handsome so that people don't look down on them, people nowadays are like dogs looking down on others.

But he was too concerned with the excitement and didn't notice that the man who always used precise words said 'ride'.

Compared with him, Song Bai is not so restless, isn't it just buying a car.

He was even more confused when he got up in the morning and was dragged to find clothes. He thought about going to work in the afternoon and said, "It will only take a while."

Yang Fan was not happy being dragged by him: "Where is the effort in a while, you have to shop around."

"Well, you're right."

It's not that Yang Fan likes buying cars. If he was a big star, he would be chased by paparazzi everywhere. After thinking about it, he probably felt very happy to buy a car with Song Bai.

"Let's just walk, it's not far."

Ok?

Yang Fan's head was stuck for a few seconds, and he didn't remember any...

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Two 10 minutes later.

Yang Fan couldn't help but slap himself, pointed at the battery car and said tremblingly, "What car are you buying?"

Song Bai raised his head and kissed him, and said very naturally: "Battery cars and bicycles."

wtf?

"Now everyone advocates low-carbon environmental protection. You see, we live in the city center and are not far from various supermarkets. How much exhaust gas will be released when driving in and out? The greenhouse effect is serious every year, and we start from ourselves. How about exercising?"

Yang Fan felt that after staying by Song Bai's side for a long time, he tended to be influenced.

"If one day we are full, we can go out on a bicycle to enjoy the wind, and you can sit in the back and I will show you around." At the end, I added a sentence, "I watched a Korean drama when I was young, and I thought riding a bicycle was very romantic."

Yang Fan blinked and was stunned.

At noon on a sunny day, he and Song Bai rode their bicycles for a walk outside full of food. There were two star-shaped balloons hanging on the back of the car. Song Bai was wearing a white shirt and jeans, old-fashioned military shoes on his feet, and his face was blooming. The heroine of the Korean drama asked with a gentle smile, "Fanfan, are you happy?"

He didn't listen, he didn't listen, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and cried, "Happy, happy to cry!"

Shocked all over, Yang Fan's bulging cheeks finally disappeared, he stabilized his trembling legs and said, "Song Mubai, can I ask you something?"

"ask."

"Is that car of yours...a gift from your grandparents?"

There was a slight smile in Song Bai's deep voice, which was very sexy and sweet: "That's the first prize I got from scratching the lottery in the supermarket."

On the one hand, Yang Fan was indulging in the man's magnetic voice, on the other hand his face turned green with anger. Of course, he was angry with himself.