Run away after flirting with the male god

The problem is more sensitive/sensitive.

"Excuse me, have you had plastic surgery?"

Everyone in the room let out a more or less "wow". Everyone in the circle knows the issue of plastic surgery, but they don't say it on the bright side. If you admit it, you say you have it done, and if you don't admit it, you are shameless. Yang Fan After taking the microphone and pondering for a few seconds, he vaguely felt that his eyes were glued to his body, which was very uncomfortable. He turned around and saw that it was Zhang Bo, who stood behind the stage with his hands crossed and looked at him.

The line of sight only collided in the air for a second and then quickly shifted. Yang Fan said with a smile: "No, if you don't believe me, you can come and touch it."

The host also agreed: "Miss, do you want to come up and check?"

The woman checked her hard. Yang Fan knew that she wanted to pinch the prosthesis without being annoyed. He lowered his head and let her touch it anyway. He was not afraid of being stared at: "Is there any prosthesis?"

After touching for a long time but couldn't find anything, the woman took the microphone and said in surprise: "It's really not, and he didn't open the corners of his eyes." He stammered and couldn't even finish his sentence, "And... the skin is good."

Yang Fan tried his best to smile softly: "It's pure natural and pollution-free, so I'm not afraid to touch it."

This is just a casual sentence he said, but he never thought it would become a hot topic on the Internet.

At the end of the show, it is necessary to play games according to the usual practice. Yang Fan deliberately hid behind Zhang Bo since Zhang Bo came on stage. This is not because he is afraid of him, but a kind of self-control. The only way to do it yourself is to see yourself out of sight.

But sometimes you don't look for things, and things come to you.

He was stopped by Zhang Bo, "Yang Fan, where is my lighter?"

The light cologne is mixed with a light smell of smoke. Yang Fan asked himself that he was fascinated by this smell when he was with him before, because he thought it was very manly.

Now it seems that he was a two hundred and five at the time.

Covering his nose and stepping back didn't give him any face, he turned his head towards the toilet: "Trash can."

His dislike was too obvious, Zhang Bo's face froze and he lost his temper: "Why, you hate me very much."

"Your smoke is too smoky." Yang Fan clapped his hands, pinched his nose and turned his head to sneer, wanting not to tell the truth, but in the end he stopped the car.

Jia Jing reserved a box and wanted to invite Yang Fan to have dinner together, but she saw Zhang Bo standing with him in the car and asked, "Do you know each other?"

"How could I possibly know him." He couldn't control his tone, which was a bit ambiguous, and he quickly calmed down, "I will go home tomorrow, and I won't go today."

"Go back so early?"

"It's not good to refuse if you say you can help your classmates take pictures of the finale. Next time, I will invite Sister Jing."

Jia Jing didn't pay much attention, and waved her hand full of masculinity and said: "You, a student, buy me something to eat, and wait for you to make money in the future, and then buy me to eat."

"I will keep it in my heart, thank you sister Jing." Yang Fan got out of the car after speaking.

If there is something in the words, everyone is a sensible person, and a sensible person does not turn around when speaking. Jia Jing closed the car door and shook her head: "I will thank you when you are really promising."

Yang Fan watched the car disappear from sight before turning around and leaving, sighing towards the sky, sometimes it is very sad to chat with sensible people, and the words are too straightforward.

But there are also people who speak too bluntly and don't understand people. Isn't Song Bai a living example.

Yang Fan walked around the entrance of the hotel twice and finally made up his mind to pack a takeaway and take it home. When he ate it, he blamed Song Bai for raising his stomach. He used to eat a little at night, but now he is fine.

Stewed yellow chicken and rice was the only thing he could see at 10 o'clock in the evening. It was delicious, but Yang Fan didn't think it was as delicious as the one at home. He smacked his lips and couldn't get enough of it. He lay on the bed and made a casual phone call: "Song Mubai."

The man watched the online replay at home with tired tenderness in his eyes, and said to the phone in a low voice, "Haven't you slept yet?"

As if the other party was talking in his ear, Yang Fan wiped his mouth and stared at the chandelier, losing the mood to eat for a moment: "You didn't sleep either."

"I'm watching your show, and it looks great when you're on stage."

Yang Fan smiled immediately: "Apart from complimenting me for being good-looking, can you say something else?"

What a wood donkey, no one can boast.

After hearing his words, Song Bai didn't know what to say: "You have taken my heart away."

"Cough cough." The last piece of meat in his mouth was almost spat out, Yang Fan patted his face to make sure his face was red from coughing and coughing, and muttered in a low voice, "I tried so hard to hook you and I didn't see you being hooked into bed..."

"What did you say?"

Yang Fan was discouraged: "I said you are not very busy at work."

"I originally wanted to watch the live broadcast, but at that time I was discussing projects with the heads of other companies, and I wanted to make up for it when I came back."

The young man curled up in the middle of the bed and whispered, "I'm just a supporting role in it."

"That's important to me, too."

Yang Fan smiled when he heard the words, but the raised corners of his mouth instantly returned to the original position: "I'm cold sleeping alone."

"Turn on the air conditioner?"

"Yes, but I want you to hug me." Yang Fan realized that he was not joking, Zhang Bo's incident left deep traces in his heart that could not be erased, he imagined the scene where the two met , when he smelled the perfume on the other person, Song Bai popped into his mind. The saponin smell that he always disliked on his lips was even better than the expensive perfume, "Wood white..."

The man looked apologetic, and whispered while holding the phone: "I can't fly to you now."

"You are always so serious." Not sure if he was complaining, Yang Fan hiccupped and wrapped himself in the quilt completely, he was a bit of a clean freak and felt uncomfortable no matter how he slept.

Song Bai said: "Why don't you hang up the phone."

Yang Fan curled his lips: "We are long-distance + roaming, you don't think the call fee is expensive."

Song Bai rubbed his brows and yawned silently, and said, "I charged a lot of phone bills before, and besides, I'm willing to call you."

Yang Fan felt numb in his ears, and the man's words stuck to his ears across a distance, sexy and unreasonable: "I want you to hug me, I want you to kiss me, I want you to touch me." The last "I want you to sleep with me" was stunned. I am ashamed to say that he wants to have an old face when he is old.

"Fanfan." Song Bai stared at the screen, and the screen was paused by him at the moment when the young man was smiling. These words sounded embarrassing but not unpleasant. I was used to someone sleeping in my arms, and now it was suddenly empty. , even my heart followed."

Yang Fan tried to retch a few times: "It's really sour and sour, my teeth are sore."

"I just wanted to say 'I will hold you, kiss you, touch you when you come back', but now it seems that I may not be suitable to say it."

The man's voice was low and hoarse and deep, and Yang Fan's scalp tingled when he heard it, and quickly stopped his next words: "Stop talking, I'm sleepy and I need to sleep."

"good night."

Yang Fan opened his eyes and cheered happily. It seems that Song Bai is not hopeless.

Song Bai put down his phone with a helpless expression on his face, turned off the lights and went to sleep after watching the show, the only awkward thing was that his arms were empty and he was not used to it.

However, he is not the only one who has no sleep tonight.

Perhaps a woman's temper will become violent when she is pregnant, but Yang Runzhi did not expect Gu Fang to have such a temper and would throw things whenever she felt unsatisfactory. Shake it up and say that he wants to eat strawberries. He hasn't slept well for a few days and his whole body is groggy. God, there are strawberries for sale now!

"I'll turn you into strawberries at night? Are you annoying!"

She was still pregnant with his child, but she couldn't see anyone every day. Gu Fang felt angry and felt uncomfortable, and immediately cried: "Yang Runzhi, you bastard, I'm going to give birth to you and you go out and fool around."

"What fooling around, I'm just going out to play with my friends."

Gu Fang was so angry that she threw the cup directly: "Two games? What about the money you borrowed from your brother? Didn't you say that you borrowed it from Xiaoguang? How much is left now? Have you ever thought about what to do with your children when you go out to gamble every day? How can I pay back the [-] I borrowed!"

"Get out!" Yang Runzhi's face turned green on the spot, "What's the matter? My brother gave him some money, what's the matter? Besides, I asked for this child on my own initiative, didn't you take off your clothes and crawl on my bed? "

Gu Fang pushed him: "Yang Runzhi, he is your son."

"Let me tell you, I won't do anything with you because you are pregnant, and I will wait and see if I get so annoying next time." Yang Runzhi took a pillow and ran to the living room, and just as he closed the door, he heard "cracking" inside A mess.

"Cut, it's nothing."

It was not easy to sleep on the sugar sofa again, Yang Runzhi was so angry that he scratched his head, turned on the TV and wanted to find some TV to watch at random, but he didn't rub his eyes and just fiddled with it casually.

"Hi everyone, my name is Yang Fan."

Yang Runzhi reacted and quickly turned the channel back, the camera happened to be a close-up shot of that person, "Damn!" Isn't it his brother Yang Fan!

No wonder I couldn’t see anyone when I went to school. It turned out that I went to be an actor and mixed with YLQ. That’s right, his looks are very popular. Yang Runzhi rubbed his chin and watched Yang Fan’s well-dressed clothes and the last time we met on TV.

Being a model for a well-known fashion designer should make a lot of money, right?

Thinking of the debts that were constantly being reminded, Yang Runzhi laughed out loud, pushed open the door with a shy smile and said flatteringly: "My wife~"

For some reason, Yang Fan felt chest tightness, sleeping like a ghost on the bed was very uncomfortable, looking at the hotel room and then thinking about the supernatural events that happened in the hotel, his uncle in his 30s was so scared that he started to clean up at dawn thing.

The chairman once said, hell... Pooh!Whether it is true or not, he was an atheist before and now he is not sure, first of all he himself was a ghost, right?

In the end, Yang Fan trotted out of the hotel, and was stopped by the waiter halfway to ask if something had happened. How could he dare to say those weird things and quickly shook his head: "I'm catching a plane."

As a result, I slept for three hours at the station and almost missed it, and the first thing I did when I rushed home was to catch up on sleep.

When Song Bai came back at night and saw the messy living room, he was barely calm. He didn't call 110 immediately, but went to the bedroom. The young man fell asleep with a head of weeds on his head, his cheeks were red like plateau red, and he felt that his surroundings were collapsing again. Opening his eyes in a daze, he saw that it was Song Bai who exhaled and said, "You're all back."

"Well, I'm not very busy today, so I came back early." Song Bai also helped him put the wrist outside back into the quilt. When the temperature of his hand was wrong, his expression changed slightly and he quickly leaned towards Yang Fan's forehead. I can't cover it from time to time.

"Fanfan, you have a fever, get up and follow me to the hospital."

Yang Fan supported his head and couldn't lift it up. He half-closed his eyes and shook his head to refuse. He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream. When he heard that he was going to the hospital, he resisted even more. He tried his best to hide under the quilt and whispered: "I won't go. When I go, I want to take a picture of me and say that I am My private life is promiscuous, and I’m sick, so I won’t go.” The overlapping memories of the two lives are completely confused.

"Who said you were sick." The man's eyes flashed briefly, and he sat on the edge of the bed and slowed down his speech, "You have a fever and are confused."

"I'm not confused! They say I'm a rotten gay, a rotten duck."

After hearing this, Song Bai only regretted that he didn't take the initiative to confess his love, so he might be able to stay with Yang Fan earlier, but he didn't expect that what he said was not the same thing at all.

Yang Fan found himself trapped in a vortex and couldn't escape. There was his most embarrassing past. The slow motion playback over and over again made him recall it little by little until he had just passed the age of [-] and started to live without the Internet. He was tired of the Internet. That set, anyone can step on you and no one will be responsible, freedom of speech on the Internet.

He's only 33 years old.

Busy trying to get rid of it, suddenly a tingling pain came from the hand in the dream: "Ah."

Song Bai held the young man in his arms and put on a hat, so no one could see him. When he heard the man in his arms utter an exclamation, he thought he was in pain and hurriedly greeted the nurse: "Can you be gentle, he is afraid of pain."

The nurse looked at the hand that was prettier than her daily maintenance and couldn't help but roll her eyes, and said, "It's hard to find the tendons." A big man came in with a tall man in his arms and covered him tightly, thinking it was his girlfriend. As a result, look at the medical records, male.The posture of holding him is as protective as fearing that someone will snatch his baby, and the nurse can't understand why a big baby still needs to be held when he is old, and the back of his hand will cry out in pain.

Yang Fan leaned on the man's chest and pretended to be dead. When he was poked suddenly, no one would scream. When the nurse left, he rubbed on the man's clothes.

"Are you awake?" Song Bai lowered his head just in time to meet Yang Fan's gaze, his cheeks were flushed and even his eyes were watery. He felt a little wronged by the flushed eyes, so he hugged the other's head tightly and put it against his head to show his heartache "I'll hang up two bottles, and I'll cook something delicious for you when I get home."

Yang Fan was in a trance and hadn't completely escaped from the dream, so he took a deep breath and didn't respond, and then said in a daze, "You don't go to work today."

Song Bai lowered his eyes and lifted the broken hair from the young man's forehead to the back of his ears, and whispered, "I'm asking for leave, I won't go to work today."

Although he already knew the answer in his heart, he still wanted to ask: "Is it because of me?"

"Well, I don't worry if you're sick."

I liked what I said, and Yang Fan smiled, but the reason for his illness made him a little haggard: "I'm not a child."

"But both children and adults don't want to be alone when they are sick. I want to be with you." When people get sick, in addition to their physical deterioration, their minds will start to wander. Song Bai knows Yang Fan's family situation and naturally knows his. Childhood life was not good, no matter how careless Yang Fan's appearance was, his strength was just a disguise in his eyes.

If not... who would want to carry it alone.

He thought Yang Fan's hands were very beautiful a long time ago, not only slender but also smooth skin, the nails were cut cleanly, making the hands look like works of art, now holding them in the hands is cold and feels like jade, I heard that models need Always take care of it, appearance is money, Song Bai bowed his head and kissed on the back of his hand and said reverently: "It's so beautiful."

"As the monitor of our class, the vocabulary is really small, and he has to use the words of praise several times, which is nothing new." Yang Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the man holding it on the back of his hand. A very shallow smile, "But I like to hear it."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, something should have happened, but when the deer bumped into Yang Fan's heart, there was a sound of bang bang bang bang.

"You didn't take a good rest outside, and now you have a fever, how can I punish you?"

Song Bai looked serious and fierce, but Yang Fan was not afraid but instead rubbed his head against his neck, feeling very happy for some reason: "I was crushed by a ghost in the hotel."

"Bullshit."

"It's so boring if you don't believe me when I tell the truth."

Song Bai patted the young man on the back feeling helpless: "I have never been ill since I was a child. You look like a fragile porcelain doll without life. I feel distressed when I see you."

"Oh." Yang Fan curled his lips and suppressed a smile, leaning against the man's arms without much energy, saying that it was really time for the disease to come.

The two were talking in the corner so embarrassingly, the couples or old people around were all embarrassed, the relationship between the couple was too good, the guy was tall and loved others, and he was good looking.

Everyone had nothing to do, and they were secretly looking at the man in the man's arms. The windbreaker was tightly wrapped, only the hair was exposed, and the figure was also a beauty, and the voice was very soft. Occasionally, when he talked about excitement, showing half of his face was also a shock to everyone. Seeing it with trepidation, I really don't know what kind of person it is.

But no matter what kind of person he is, he is blessed to have such a husband.

So the ladies present all glanced at the men around them with distaste, it was really annoying to compare people to others, seeing that their men knew how to fiddle with mobile phones all day long!

Yang Fan didn't disturb other people's self-consciousness at all. After sleeping in Song Bai's arms, it was already afternoon. He touched the windbreaker on his body and asked, "Why is this so?"

"Didn't you say that you don't want others to see you, for fear of being discussed on the Internet?"

"Song Mubai, did I say anything else?" Yang Fan became nervous instantly, staring at the man in case he said something he should not listen to.

But Song Bai just shook his head: "Fanfan, as long as you like it, I will support you in whatever you do. It is absolutely impossible to persuade you to give up, so I want to say something to you."

"What?" Yang Fan relaxed.

"The One Who Wants to Wear aust Bear the Weight."

Song Bai's English has a strong British accent, and his voice is deep and deep, which keeps people in it. He continued: "If you are unhappy, you can tell me. It will be very uncomfortable if you are bored in your heart."

Yang Fan's heart trembled, he forgot to nod, and said bitterly for a while, "I see."

It's just that there are some things that can't be said.

It felt good that someone cared from the bottom of their hearts. Yang Fan was so warm that he was dizzy. He went home like a good baby and lay on the bed honestly, not pretentious at all.

The persuasion process went unexpectedly smoothly... Song Bai was cooking soup in the kitchen and pondered: It's better to coax when you are sick.

Anyway, Yang Fan doesn't mind pretending to be tender with his 22-year-old face.

Just enjoying himself alone, the door was pushed open, Song Bai held the newspaper in one hand and the tray in the other, and the smell of food wafted out all the gluttons of a recovering patient.Yang Fan picked up his mobile phone and received a message from Jia Wen.

The exclamation marks behind it indicate how excited Jia Wen is now.

"Yang Fan, Yang Fan, you are on fire!"

"Huh?" Yang Fan frowned and opened Weibo. The 10,000+ message reminders made him think that his phone had malfunctioned. When he opened the homepage, he found that he was on the trending search because of yesterday's show, but... a small Internet celebrity became Is the trending sign a little unrealistic? Yang Fan immediately said to Jia Wen, "Did you buy me a hot spot?"

"Oh, why are you so smart? I bought it."

Yang Fan glanced at Song Bai and said, "It's easy to recruit gangsters."

"What are you afraid of, I bought it for you at the beginning, and then it became so popular that there is a sign next to it, I didn't do it, really, I swear."

Thinking that Jia Wen is not that kind of person, Yang Fan thanked him, "Tell me about it later." He hung up the phone and began to look at the topic.

The phrase "pure, natural, pollution-free, not afraid of touching" is also on the hot search. The number of fans continues to rise and there is a trend of 30. Yang Fan is surprised at the speed of the rise, but he is also annoyed by the constant private messages. After explaining it, someone repeatedly asked: your nose Where is it done.

Fix your head!

Yang Fan touched his heart and took a picture of the meal and posted it online: "Good night everyone."

Song Bai couldn't read the newspaper peacefully, seeing that the food was getting cold, he hurriedly pushed Yang Fan: "What's wrong?"

"Well...it's just a hot search, and there are a lot of new fans."

"Oh, that's it." The man responded flatly, but he took out his mobile phone and opened the Weibo that he hadn't used for a long time. Sure enough, the first post was Yang Fan.

His Weibo profile picture is the five-star red qi, and he pressed the like function for a long time before reposting and adding a comment: Good night.

When Yang Fan fell asleep beside him, Song Bai got off the bed and turned on the computer, and found the chat box of the teaching director: "Teacher, I may need to trouble you for something."

The next day Yang Fan was in good spirits, maybe he was a little sentimental when he was sick, so Song Bai always felt like Sister Lin when he saw him lying on the sofa.

In fact, Yang Fan is thinking about how to cultivate fans. Fans are reborn parents and the basis for eating.Since he decided to wade into the muddy waters, he had to face them, but in his previous life, he had an agent to advise him, so why don't he pass on the gift?Is it too boring.

"Fanfan, I have to work overtime today."

Yang Fan hummed in a daze: "Go, I will eat well."

The young man's stupid appearance is so cute, Song Bai's heart softened layer by layer until it turned into a puddle of water, he suddenly retracted the foot he had just stepped out of the door, walked to Yang Fan's side and bowed his head to kiss his cheek, feeling a little reluctant to touch the other's cheek Go to Work.

Yang Fan was kissed suddenly by him, his eyes were in a daze for a few seconds, but he quickly reacted and put his arms around Song Bai.

Song Bai only felt that his body was a little hot. Yang Fan didn't know that his posture just now squinted his eyes like a satiated cat. When Song Bai's head became hot and he hugged the person in his arms, he had to use force to be sure that it belonged to him. He couldn't help it. Sliding from the young man's cheek to his lips, he hugged Yang Fan tightly with shortness of breath.

It seemed a little too passionate, Yang Fan bit his lower lip and kissed it hard, it was wet and tender.

The illness just happened, and the person looked weak and easy to bully. Yang Fan's face was flushed and he was lazy. He held down his chaotic heartbeat and asked, "Don't you want to go to work?"

Song Bai's breathing gradually stabilized, his eyes darkened, he kissed him silently, and after a while he sighed, "I'm leaving."

"Yeah." Yang Fan looked at him with a smile on the sofa with red eyes, propped his head up and watched the man push the door out nimbly, his ears were flushed and his face was probably blushing.

Recalling that the kiss just now was really an accident, Yang Fan stretched out his hand and rubbed his lips in a daze, and after a few minutes he lazily got up and changed his clothes to go out.

He finally remembered that he was not a full-time actor, he could also sing.

When he went out, his body was still numb, and the corners of Yang Fan's mouth raised and he smiled.He found a large-scale musical instrument store on the map. When he was rich, he bought a Headwayhj523 at a price of more than 1. And a guitar, and later won the hearts of many girls, but now he has no such big ambitions, he randomly picks a good sound in the store and leaves.

He doesn't rely on guitars for food, so it's not good to buy something for more than 1 yuan.

The sun room at two o'clock is full of warmth. The sun in early autumn is always mild. Yang Fan covered his eyes to feel the warmth and then began to pack the things on the sofa. He planned to make a live broadcast to attract fans.

The song he sang was the big Cantonese song "Broad Sea and Sky" that he had heard since he was a child. He had experienced too much so he couldn't integrate it into popular songs.

He often sings this song, he can't speak Cantonese but it is passable.

Fans on Weibo are still rising rapidly. Some reporters don’t know his email address or even send direct private messages to interview him. Yang Fan pretends not to see the screens one by one, and quickly opens the room and puts the link on the Internet. To one hundred thousand, and before long someone started typing.

Yang Fan didn't make up or change clothes. He wore a simple white short-sleeved shirt, fair skin, and half-length hair casually pinned behind his ears. He smiled and said, "Everyone can sing this song, thank you for your flowers." "The flowers on the public screen kept swiping, and Yang Fan adjusted the first tone when the number reached 20.

The sky and the sea are wide, you and me, but it will change.

Forgive me for the uninhibited indulgence of love and freedom in this life.

I am also afraid that one day I will fall.

Some songs get sentimental when they sing. Yang Fan thinks he is not a person who is easy to get sad. He deliberately does not look at the camera and chooses to close his eyes because he is afraid that he will lose control when he sings a certain line.

A lyrics teacher said that his voice is gentle and ethereal, and the sound quality is clear. It would be great if he learned to sing earlier.

But there are so many assumptions.

In just a few minutes, when Yang Fan put down his guitar to thank him, he found that he had a lot of money in the backstage. After singing, his nose felt a little sore. Fortunately, he was in a normal mood. Yang Fan responded to the fans' questions with a smile.

"I learned a little bit when I was a kid."

[Why don't you update Weibo often, the last update was a month ago. 】"Because you don't know when everyone will leave. If you look too seriously, you will be hurt more in the end. I am just a passer-by in your life. It is hard to say when we will forget each other on the Internet. I don't like the Internet."

Yang Fan smiled unkindly when he saw someone playing the image of a gentle and elegant noble son on the screen. He checked the time and chatted for a while before turning off the live broadcast. Finally, a local tyrant smashed a helicopter over, and the ID knew it was Jia at a glance. Wen Nasi, so Yang Fan turned off the live broadcast and called him: "You have no place to spend money and your hands are itchy."

"Hey, come on, I just stumbled across your Weibo." Jia Wen hugged the new princess and smiled from ear to ear, and suggested, "It's been a long time since we got together, let's come out."

"No, I want to deliver food to Song Bai."

"Tch, you forget your friends when you have a boyfriend. You don't feel sad when you are bored at home every day. Would you like me to introduce a doctor to you?"

"What does the referral doctor do?"

Jia Wen sneered: "Protect you."

It's too slow to understand the words between men, Yang Fan raised his forehead: "If it wasn't for the sake of you being my friend, I would have beaten you up long ago."

It's not that they haven't fought before, Jia Wen rolled his eyes to the sky, thinking of the thrilling force duel, his back still shivered, he quickly shook his head and said: "I also care about you, Song Bai doesn't seem to be interested Man, I will be your only friend and care about you, so it's okay."

"Both of us are innocent." He explained helplessly.

"Nonsense...you...what?" Immediately pushed the princess away from his arms and sat up straight, Jia Wen covered his mouth and said exaggeratedly, "Oh my God, you haven't eaten him yet." The princess behind wanted to climb over As a result, it caused disgust from the guests.

"Go, go, don't bother me."

Yang Fan thought it was funny: "Do you think everyone is as crazy as you want to get out of bed?" He said this with a guilty conscience.

"Yang Fan, your speed is too slow. Damn, Song Bai can hold it back? Why are you different from the gay guys I know!" Jia Wen was about to explode.

"What kind of gay do you know?"

"Dry wood and fire will explode at the touch of a gun, and the collision between men's naked bodies will burst out with a strong hormonal atmosphere, handsome."

There was a smile in Yang Fan's eyes: "You can enclose the land and be cute."

"Fart." Jia Wen scratched his head and wondered whether he should say it, thinking about the life-long happiness of his good brother, so he couldn't be fooling around, so his neck got stuck, "Don't be angry if I tell you something."

"Say."

"I took my sister to dinner the day before yesterday. My friend, your man and a woman had dinner, and the woman brought him some food. Oh my god, I'm so attentive. If I didn't know that you guys are gay, I would have almost thought they were a couple."

"Speak well." Yang Fan stared at the newspaper on the coffee table in a daze, and asked dryly for a long time, "Is that all?"

"Well, I was hesitant about how to tell you, but you just called me." Jia Wen was a little worried about Yang Fan. To be honest, Yang Fan must have a lot of love, and he probably has a bit of sex/cleanliness.

Sometimes he can’t understand why Yang Fan is still so young and insists on choosing someone to live with. Now that he thinks about it, it’s good to have someone by Yang Fan’s side. It’s troublesome and difficult to walk alone among all kinds of people. .

Yang Fan moved his arm that was sore from the pillow, and his voice was not loud but undulating: "I see."

Before he could speak, the phone hung up, and Jia Wen scratched his head, wondering if he had caused any trouble.

In fact, it is not necessary to cause trouble, but it is true to remind Yang Fan.

He is certain that besides Chen Nuo, there are other girls who have a crush on Song Bai. As for why some people like this old man who is clearly dressed as a man, it is enough to explain that he is a potential stock of a school bully. Clothes can be changed the day after tomorrow. The 30-year-old Song Bai also has a really impressive change. His temperament is introverted, and he handles things steadily, quickly and accurately.

It's a pity that he is a gay guy who likes men and is stubborn.

The lunch box dug out from the kitchen has strong traces of time. The big red bottle has three layers of space. The bottom one should be the place for soup. Yang Fan struggled in the sink for half an hour without cleaning the stains on the surface. The age of this thing is estimated. Bigger than Song Bai!

In the end, he managed to polish the layer so that people could see it, and it didn't look so ugly if he wrapped it in clothes. Yang Fan nodded appreciatively, and turned to walk to the man's company.

The small company has not yet grown, and the address is slightly off. Yang Fan asked with a smile on his face, "Excuse me, is Song Bai there?"

The lady at the front desk pointed to the elevator: "It's not off work yet, let's go up and have a look."

Yang Fan entered the elevator and didn't notice anyone inside. After a while, he was patted on the shoulder, and he looked familiar when he looked back.

"Aren't you Song Bai's classmate! You're still the one who has been on TV!" The woman was more excited, her fingers trembling and she grabbed the person beside her to stand still, "Yang Fan!"

"Yes, I'll bring him food."

"You two have such a good relationship." The woman suddenly poked the person next to her, hinting with her eyes from time to time.

Yang Fan glanced at it and took it back silently, smiling innocently and saying, "It's hard for you to work overtime."

"Oh, it's okay, the company is getting better and better now."

Yang Fan was waiting, and when she was about to reach the fifth floor, she said, "Hi, I'm Song Bai's colleague Chen Minjun."

"Min Jun." Yang Fan raised his brows, although he was smiling but it didn't make people think it was teasing, "I think of the TV I watched when I was a child."

Chen Minjun lowered his head and smiled: "That's indeed how the name came about. I haven't met Song Bai's friends other than you in the company."

"He is too stupid and stupid, so I can bear him."

The man who was still struggling with the computer in the office suddenly sneezed several times, rubbing his nose and feeling that disaster was imminent.

Chen Minjun looked at Yang Fan cautiously, not quite understanding that Yang Fan would deliver food to Song Bai, but since he delivered the food, it means that the relationship is very strong, since the relationship is very strong...

"Yang Fan, can I ask you something?"

"Please say."

"Do you know what Song Bai likes to do on weekdays? Or do you like to read any books and have any hobbies?"

He really wanted to tell the woman that Song Bai usually liked him, and his hobby was a man named Yang Fan.

But he still has to put his hands on his hands and tell nonsense: "He usually likes to read newspapers and take notes, likes to read original documents, and likes to exercise in his hobbies, and his daily work and rest time is very regular." After speaking, he leaned towards Chen Minjun mysteriously, "What do you like?" him?"

Chen Minjun's face became a little ugly, and he nodded embarrassingly for a long time: "I'm not from your school, so I don't know him well. Song Bai works seriously and is polite to people. I want to try to understand him."

Yang Fan snorted and told her not to be nervous, rubbing his upper and lower teeth fiercely and insisting on laughing, "No one knows him better than me."

Soon he separated from Chen Minjun, and stomped loudly towards Song Bai's studio.

The studio space is small but very simple. Yang Fan went in and closed the door loudly, and the lunch box made a bang when he threw it on the table.

Song Bai was taken aback, raised his glasses and saw that Yang Fan was surprised: "Why are you here?" Looking outside, it turned out that it was already dark.

Yang Fan gouged him out and said angrily, "Bring you food."

The smell of gunpowder in the words is very strong...

Song Bai calmly saved the documents first and then locked the door. When he came back, he made room for Yang Fan to sit: "There is a meal order in the company."

There was still steam left on the cushion, and Yang Fan crossed his hands with his legs crossed and aggressively said, "Oh, then I'm leaving." He picked up the lunch box and was about to go out.

"Hey Fanfan, what's the matter with you." The man hurriedly pulled him back, thinking why the sudden wave of warmth when he went out this morning suddenly turned his back?

Yang Fan looked at the man: "It's been a lot of fun lately."

The man didn't understand after hearing this: "How can there be any good luck."

"Hey!" Yang Fan sat down on the office and looked at him, "I saw Chen Minjun in the elevator, she asked me about your preferences, and Jia Wen saw you eating together!" His glasses could spew fire, He knew that Song Bai was not interested in women, but he couldn't bear the burning of those little flames.

"I'm fine with her."

Yang Fan suppressed his anger, and spoke sourly: "She also helped you with food, and you talked and laughed happily."

If you can’t hear Yang Fan’s meaning, it’s really over. Song Bai frowned and didn’t say much, and hugged him in his arms: “I was very anxious when she lost her wallet a few days ago. I picked it up and returned it to her. Thank you for insisting on treating me to dinner."

Yang Fan grabbed the man's collar: "If you invite me to eat, just eat."

I invite you to sleep why don't you 'sleep'!

"We are all colleagues, so it's not good to always refuse." Song Bai's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to suck in the young man, he held his collar hand and coaxed him, "That's it."

Yang Fan nodded slightly and felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, but he didn't go through the brain to do things when his mind was hot, and it was difficult to get down the stairs now.

"Do you know that she is interested in you?"

The man's expression didn't change and he wanted to come up and hug him, but Yang Fan might as well shouted: "You know!"

Song Bai's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly covered his mouth to signal to lower his voice: "I'm not a fool, you can tell if people are interested in me, and besides, she's so obvious."

"It's only now that I realize that you are dishonest." Yang Fan turned around