Run away after flirting with the male god

The word "home" appeared more and more frequently in Yang Fan's head. When he was packing his luggage at night, he felt reluctance to part with it. He lay down on the neat bed sheet in a daze and his mind went blank.

When Song Bai came back from the study, he saw Yang Fan lying on the bed. His summer pajama pants were mid-pants, and his white calves were dazzling. They were smooth and hairless. He walked over and wrapped him in the quilt: "Aren't you going to sleep well?"

"Mubai, I don't want to go out to work." Yang Fan hooked his little finger and shook it from side to side.

The man followed the trend: "Then stay at home, I will support you."

"Oh, I'm just kidding."

Song Bai turned off the light, and the faint light could not even see the facial features of the man in his arms. He flicked the broken hair on the young man's forehead a few times: "The company has been busy recently, and I may not come back on time every day."

Yang Fan said "Oh", this is normal, "I will also live outside for a few days, don't worry."

"Eat well outside, go to bed on time, and I will remember your weight."

Why remember it?

"If you come back and lose weight, what do you think I will do?"

Yang Fan rubbed his face and really didn't want to go out for a run and eat all kinds of meat with braised lion head, so he quickly raised his hands in surrender: "I promise to eat regularly." A few days ago, Song Bai specially made ginger tea!Ginger is crushed and boiled together with red dates, walnut kernels, and lotus seeds, and the whole room is full of ginger smell. Concentration is the terrible essence. Drinking it for a long time will not bring you back to your senses!

"Well, be obedient." Consciously or unintentionally, Song Bai skipped over the young man's forehead, Song Bai still wanted to say something but his consciousness was not clear, and he didn't remember what he was going to say.

It took only a few minutes, Yang Fan leaned on Song Bai's chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the sound of a strong heartbeat.

How could he not know that the company was busy? Although Song Bai never said it, he could tell from his mental state when he came back every day.

Song Bai has no interest, is rigid, straight-clothed, old-fashioned, and has no hobbies. What does he like about him?Yang Fan couldn't say it, and he couldn't think of it even when he frowned, he poohed and whispered: I don't like his money, vulgar!

Probably because it was treating him well, it just walked into his heart silently and occupied his heart.

Yang Fan hugged the man secretly, cautiously, as if he had returned to the first love in his youth, but what he didn't know was that when he was asleep, Song Bai hugged him tightly, and opened his arms unsuspectingly into a hug. Looking at his sleeping position.

Yang Fan felt that after rebirth, his heart became smaller, and it would be easy to be satisfied when he was reborn. He recalled that he was a bit hungry and thirsty when he got along with Song Bai recently, but it was better because the two got along well, but he still had to sigh. Man, he wants to inspect the goods.

The red spirit was so deeply ingrained in Song Bai's head that he almost stopped talking about Long Live the Chairman every night. Yang Fan couldn't persuade him and wished he could pour a bottle of potion down to make him look more manly. After a while, he also thought it was a good idea?

"Hey..." Yang Fan shook his head and quickly swept away the practice of negative points. He is not a hungry wolf.

Well, he is not.

"Yang Fan, here!" Jia Jing raised her hands in the crowd, and the surrounding staff were all preparing for tonight's recording, which seemed very busy.

He was tall and saw Jia Jing hurriedly passed through: "Sister Jing."

"Hurry up and put on your makeup when you're here. We're in the first half, and you have to stay on stage and not get off."

"I don't need to step down?" Yang Fan pointed at himself unexpectedly and asked, "Don't I just have to pass the stage?" He wasn't ready to speak.

Jia Jing directed her make-up artist to quickly prepare the model, smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are my only model, why do you want to come down? Do you really want to be only one model? Jia Wen mentioned to me that your ambition is not only Only on models."

There was a meaning in the words, Yang Fan immediately understood, and people who understand don't whisper: "Thank you, sister Jing."

"You're welcome, I'm doing it for my brother's sake." Success or failure was up to him, Jia Jing left after saying a few words, leaving Yang Fan staring at the camera in a daze.

The make-up teacher was still the same person on the day of the shooting, and greeted Yang Fan generously: "I feel that you have become more beautiful after not seeing you for a few days." Touching his hair, his complexion is strange, why is a man more beautiful than a woman?

"Yang Fan, are you an Internet celebrity?"

"That's right." Yang Fan smiled.

"I've followed you, why haven't you posted anything lately?" the makeup artist asked while doing his hair.

Everyone can be regarded as acquaintances who have been together for a while, Yang Fan said: "Recently, I have been a little busy helping the school girl to shoot the finale."

"Yo, there must be a lot of people chasing you."

Yang Fan rubbed his nose and stopped talking, maybe there was but... don't mention it.

"Yang Fan, you will definitely be popular."

"Sister Zhang, why are you so sure?" Yang Fan was a little embarrassed to be praised suddenly.

"There are many beauties, but the temperament of those 'beauties' is different from yours." Sister Zhang put down her powder puff and looked up to the sky, "Like a piece of rough jade that has gone through the test of time and shines, it is the beauty that has settled down and those impetuous little fresh meat It’s different, the newcomers now have a good face and a good face seems to be king, but I’ve seen it for so many years and feel that the water is getting muddier. The face is so featureless that it looks like it’s produced on an assembly line.”

"Sister Zhang, you praise me too much."

The woman immediately picked it up: "Just hang out, it's not an option to be an internet celebrity, and it's not worth it for you to be an internet celebrity." Feeling that she was meddling, she added, "I also watched your previous video. Moth, let me tell you first that I don't look down on internet celebrities, I just think that being with them will affect your future."

No one can guarantee whether the young people under her will be popular or not. Sister Zhang has been with Jia Jing for several years and this is the first time she sees her taking the initiative to lead someone. Well, whether she is popular or not depends on the actor's own ability. She is not willing to make an enemy but is willing to say something so-called 'nice words' to set up friendship. If she becomes popular, she may have to rely on others to take care of her.

Yang Fan looked at Sister Zhang in the mirror with different expressions in just a few seconds, and sneered: "Let's see the arrangement of fate."

The heavy clothes are said to be made overnight by handicraftsmen. Yang Fan couldn’t help laughing when he rehearsed with the dancers. He has been to this stage more than once, but he has never followed others. I heard that the second half is an acting emperor. No one was seen until now, and Yang Fan felt relieved that he was a small person now, and the little ant must adjust his mentality.

"Who is here today?" He took the initiative to greet the girl beside him while others were not paying attention.

One of the advantages of a good appearance is probably reflected in this, the backup dancer blinked and immediately said: "Didn't you read the news on Weibo, it's Zhang Bo, he starred in a TV series on Banana Channel, and there is another one A big production movie is about to be released, and this time the director and the lead actor are here together, just to promote... Hey, what's the matter with you." He hurriedly grabbed the dazed man to prevent him from falling, the girl glanced at his feet, luckily it wasn't a flower pot Bottom, "What about high-end clothes, be careful."

"Thank you." The thank you said was too weak, Yang Fan pulled the corners of his mouth to pretend nothing had happened, but the coldness appeared on his back and made him feel cold all over. He clenched his fists and forced a deep breath to relax and look at the girl next to him thoughtfully. Call 120.

"Hey, are you all right, hello!"

"It's really all right." He blocked the girl's hand that wanted to come to help, staggered to the toilet and quickly closed the door, but fortunately his pants were still on, he tremblingly took out a cigarette from his pocket but didn't even have a lighter.

He forgot that Song Bai, a good young man who doesn't smoke or drink, hasn't touched cigarettes much after staying with him for a long time. Looking at the crumpled cigarette packs, he can't even remember when he bought them.

At this time, a male voice came from the next door: "Well, it's here, I know."

Yang Fan stood still and didn't dare to sit down, fearing that his clothes would be dirty, so relying on the vague smell of smoke, he finally knocked on the partition in a low voice: "Excuse me, is there a lighter?" It's cold, and it's cold to the touch.

Within a few seconds, a pair of hands stretched out from underneath. Yang Fan squatted down and noticed that the hands were very handsome. The fingers were long and thin, and the joints were obvious. Many girls love this kind of hands, and the hands in front of them are quite sensual and not thin. , the first thought that flashed in Yang Fan's mind was familiarity, and at the same time he was puzzled, the thank you also said a few beats later: "Thank you."

Then there was a low-volume "heh" from the compartment, not like a taunt but more like a spoken word.

Yang Fan held the cigarette but did not dare to move. He closed his eyes tightly, and many images flashed intermittently in front of his eyes.