Run away after flirting with the male god

"Well, it's a bit old-fashioned." Song Bai was quite self-aware, took out a tissue to help Yang Fan wipe away his tears and hugged him in his arms, the faint smell of roses around them made him drowsy, It's just that the more tears I wiped, the more I couldn't control them.

"Woo..." Yang Fan kept his head down and wanted to bury it in the flowers, Song Bai raised his chin and pressed his waist, "Fanfan."

"I cried because of the scent of flowers, don't think about it."

Song Bai held back his laughter, squatted down and looked at him, but the next second his lover covered his eyes and gave a fierce pause: "What are you looking at?"

"Okay, I don't look at you."

Yang Fan's eyes were stained red by the flowers, and there were tears in his eyes. He was very disappointed. Hearing what Song Bai said, he subconsciously pulled him back, and buried him in the other party's arms with a whimper, crying loudly. He didn't really want to cry but felt sad. All these years Having experienced too much, he has long forgotten what it feels like to have a warm heart. The feeling of being placed on the tip of his heart is so strange that he has completely forgotten it. He is terrified.

"Don't cry." Song Bai put his hand on the young man's head after all, patting him lovingly and slowly hugging him tightly according to the sound of crying.

The smart waiter has long since disappeared, leaving time and space for the couple who are hugging each other, and they will only admire when chatting: "What a very good-looking person."

After crying for a while, he felt a lot more relaxed. Yang Fan rubbed his eyes and blushed, and said in a nasal voice, "I like it."

"Just like it." Song Bai pinched his nose and kissed the corner of his lips. Yang Fan was embarrassed by his loss of control just now. He was relieved to find that there was indeed no one around, and with a poof, he broke his tears into a smile, curled his lips and stretched out his hand: "It's my birthday present."

As if he had expected it a long time ago, Song Bai looked in the flowers. Yang Fan quickly searched in the flowers after receiving the message. It was indeed a routine he had left over from playing. There was a chain shining in the biggest flower in the middle, and he took it. When it came out, it was a necklace...

To be honest, he didn't think Song Bai was too romantic.

"Are you giving a man a necklace?" Didn't he say that, he really doesn't know how to be a mother?Diamonds still shine!The style is so vulgar!

Song Bai was still smiling, took the necklace and put it on for him. The emerald around the center of the necklace was sparsely surrounded by diamonds and quietly stayed in the neck of the other party's collarbone. He saw it very early and felt that such a beautiful collarbone should go with something, so he bought it: " You wear it beautifully."

Yang Fan was terrified, he sniffed and only saw the blinding diamonds through the reflection in the glass, hesitantly touched and said, "This..."

"It cost me a lot of money to buy it." The man answered suddenly.

"It's so pretty, I like it!" Yang Fan turned around and gave up the flowers, and threw himself into Song Bai's arms, feeling his neck was heavy.

It is not easy to make veteran cadres generous once!

As a result, Song Bai came out to unlock the car, Yang Fan was still clutching his neck and hugging the flower, staring at him with red eyes: "It's enough to have a meal, why buy such an expensive thing."

Song Bai patted the cushion to remove the dust, and said in a gentle tone: "The price is not important, I think you look beautiful in it."

"You scare me."

Song Bai: "What's wrong?"

"No, I just feel very touched. You succeeded today." Yang Fan hiccupped and sat on the bicycle and felt that it was not uncomfortable. The big bunch of roses in his arms made them the focus no matter where they went.

Song Bai still remembered Yang Fan crying, no matter how strong a person is, there is always a soft place in his heart, he shook Yang Fan's hand on his waist and promised: "Every year I will not fall down."

Yang Fan twitched his hand: "Why did you say it? As soon as you said it, I remembered it. Once I remembered it, there would be no surprises."

"Okay, then I withdraw what I just said."

"Playing rascal." Yang Fan pinched him, complaining but the corners of his lips kept rising, he covered his eyes and calmly wiped away the last tear stains, seeing that the route was not the one going home, he raised his head and asked, "Where are we going?" .”

"Look at the stars and play with fireworks."

Song Bai thought it was quite romantic, but it was a little difficult to practice. Yang Fan stared at the water and then looked up at the sky, and sat down on the chair to count the petals.After a while, Song Bai appeared in front of him, holding a bag of something unclear: "Let's have some."

"Didn't you say that fireworks should not be lit?" He smelled it and was sure it was firecrackers.

"It's called a fairy wand." Song Bai sat down and opened it for him to see. He took out one and ignited it. It immediately emitted dazzling sparks. The shape was beautiful but it burned very quickly. He saw Yang Fan's surprised eyes went out.

"Fairy stick?" Yang Fan tried to light one too. He also played with this thing when he was a child. A small stick for one yuan can be played for a long time. The money in childhood is worth a lot. The fire is dazzling and dazzling. He said softly, "When I was young Tell it to hold a cannon."

"I wanted to set off firecrackers for you, but it was getting late. Fortunately, I bought it so it doesn't disturb the people and causes little pollution."

A man's low voice came from next to his ear, Yang Fan held the flower in one hand and held the fairy wand in the other hand to watch it slowly go out: "It's fun." Getting up and waving in the air to draw a messy track is a lot of fun.

Song Bai was in charge of giving him some, his eyes were full of the tenderness of fireworks, and he walked over to take the flowers, but Yang Fan couldn't grab them.

Yang Fan held the flower guard behind him and blushed, the glow in his eyes was more dazzling than the flames from the fairy wand. He took a breath and stepped back: "This is my flower, I won't give it to you."

"How can you play with so many flowers?"

"You don't care about me, anyway, I won't give it to you." Yang Fan hugged desperately but refused to let go, the sweat dripped from his forehead and he didn't have time to take care of it. At this time, several roars came from the bank of the river:

"What are you young lovers doing, playing with fire here! Let's go!"

Yang Fan ranted over: "What's wrong with me playing!"

"Fireworks are not allowed here, I don't know!"

Yang Fan still wanted to yell, but it was a pity that he was picked up by the man's waist as soon as he said the words, and he was so dumbfounded by the shoulders of the man, he hurriedly danced his limbs and shouted: "I haven't played enough yet!"

"Let's go home and play." Song Bai said in a deep voice, it's because he didn't think carefully about this matter, so I don't blame people for being angry.

Yang Fan still held an unlighted one in his hand, muttered a few words and became obedient again: "You won't let me play when you get home."

"Today's birthday is the biggest, I won't stop you." Song Bai said.

"You do what you say."

Song Bai promised: "When have I ever lied to you?"

That's right, Yang Fan snorted and acted like a good baby.

The two of them didn't notice the gaze of the old man walking beside him, the old man said with a chuckle, "You are so sweet."

Yang Fan's old face couldn't help turning red, and he sat behind the man to confirm what the old man said.

Song Bai helped him put on his hat, nodded to the old man in response, and hurried home.

When he got home, Yang Fan didn't want to play anymore. The house was too clean and he couldn't bear to make it full of smells. He stared blankly at the roses that he hadn't let go of, and began to search for containers.

Song Bai went to the sunshine room to water the flowers and plants. When he came out, he felt that the house had changed a lot. It turned out that Yang Fan had scattered all the flowers. There were small clusters of fiery red roses in front of the table, beside the bed, on the balcony and in front of the window. Rose stared, her cheeks flushed with pink, she looked more beautiful than flowers, she lay on the sofa with her body loose and hooked her fingers at him.

His eyes bewitched the man to move forward, Yang Fan made room for him to sit, while he himself breathed on the man's thigh, smiling lazily and comfortably, like a cat that has just been bathed. / Confusing: "I'm very happy today." Shen Shen calmed down, and he felt that the word "happiness" was inappropriate.

"In the end, I didn't think properly." The man rubbed Yang Fan's cheek, watching him squint his eyes and rub his palm, the corners of his lips curled up.

"Thank you for giving me my birthday present. I will always remember this birthday."

"Don't forget, I will spend every birthday with you in the future." The man said.

Yang Fan stopped the fuss he had just had when he was outside, and smiled a few times smelling the fresh and dry smell on the man's body. He hooked the other's fingers and played with them, and finally interlocked his fingers. His eyes were erratic and drunk, and he might fall into a deep sleep in the next second: "Before you come back Before, I was in a bad mood."

"Why not?" Song Bai patted his arm like coaxing a child.

"My parents called me and said they wanted me to go home for dinner and get together." Yang Fan told the whole story without thinking, from the unbearable incident when he was a child to the details of his being kicked out.

"It always feels bad."

Song Bai looked down at him: "Do you miss them?"

Yang Fan pursed his lips with a strange sense of isolation: "I don't want to, I never thought about it."

"You don't have to be afraid of them, and you still have me."

Yang Fan opened his eyes, leaning on the man's arms and rubbing against each other, his eyes blurred with reluctance and dependence: "Let's sleep in the sun room today."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa?"

"You said you wanted to show me the stars." The tone was so innocent, Yang Fan pitifully pinched his collar □□ the corner of his mouth, his eyelashes fanned up and down and a misty mist rose up, Song Bai's breathing stagnated and he thought he would die in the next second Wanting to cry aggrievedly, the impulse in his body drove him to hug Yang Fan into his arms, hold his buttocks to shift positions, and in a blink of an eye, he came to the sun room, pulled the sofa away to be a sleeping couch, and Song Bai held the big cat in his arms like a baby. Gently, kissed his forehead and then lay down, "Look at the stars."

Tonight's starry sky is awesome, every heart can be seen clearly through the transparent glass, Yang Fan curled up in the man's arms and said that he was really looking at the stars, pointing to the distance from time to time to make things difficult for him, but his tone was very soft like The feather slides in Song Bai's heart.

The hair in his throat was so tight that he couldn't help but want to rub the young man into his flesh and blood, and he answered each other's questions sentence by sentence with a hoarse voice.

"Is there any question you don't know, you can ask anything, you won't lie to me, right?"

Song Bai said: "No, I haven't asked questions that I don't know."

"Then tell me what you don't know?"

Song Bai's eyes were doting: "I don't know if you are my star."

Puff puff puff The emotion bar is slowly rising, Yang Fan covers his eyes and looks at him through his fingers, his heart is full of honey, and then he stirs it with a spoon, sweetly: "Then I ask you, am I your star?" .”

Song Bai's expression remained unchanged: "Yes."

"You cheated, didn't you say you didn't know?"

"I lied to you."

Yang Fan groaned twice and turned over to go to sleep. He felt that sleeping in the sunshine room without curtains would make him feel insecure, but it seemed that he didn’t have to be afraid of anything when he was beside Song Bai. He squinted his eyes and hooked the man’s little finger as if he had something to rely on. , Yang Fan fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Song Bai kept his posture still and was ready to move his arm after making sure that Yang Fan was asleep, but his fingers were held in his hands. He sighed slightly and lay back helplessly. The sleeping position he had maintained and got used to all the year round was broken by the young man every day. Unable to sleep straight.

"Good night, my star." He whispered into Yang Fan's ear and finally stole a kiss, and gradually fell asleep while hugging him.

It seems that sleeping like this is also very good, warm in my arms.

bang——

"Hiss." Yang Fan didn't even have time to open his eyes, the pain on his forehead made him cry out, he held the edge of the bed with one hand and was a little confused thinking about it, he remembered that the floor in the bedroom was not so cold, and the bed was not so low, rubbing Looking at the past, I finally remembered.

He and Song Bai slept here last night, they said they were looking at the stars but in the end they didn't see many stars, and they chatted a lot.

In addition, there seemed to be a stone in the chest, and it hurt so badly while sleeping. Yang Fan felt that the necklace was still warm, and the sunlight happened to make the diamond emit a suffocating light with 360 degrees without dead ends.

"Song Mubai!" he shouted.

No one responded.

Then I guess I went to work, Yang Fan touched the pile of weeds and moved his hair out of the quilt, and went to wash up in a man's big slippers. After washing, he felt a little dazzling to the roses all over the room, and his heart almost softened into a rose red .

"Fuck you forgot!" He suddenly clapped his hands regretfully, "I should have taken a photo to commemorate it first!" Is there still time to take a picture?

It was too late, and he didn't know where he threw the wrapping paper.

But it was not enough to take pictures, so Yang Fan put his eyes on the necklace sinisterly, squatted on the ground and took several pictures of the necklace, then chose the most satisfying P small fresh colors, and clicked send.

Sent successfully.

The accompanying text is [Happy birthday one day late]

There were 4000+ comments when I read it after dinner. Yang Fan sucked his chopsticks and read while eating. There are many capable people on the Internet. It only took a few minutes to figure out the price of this necklace. He stared at the screen and counted quietly. 0, "My mother..." The chopsticks fell off as soon as the words came out.

Fans thought it was bought by the idol for their girlfriend, and they all expressed their envy.

【My God, you already have a girlfriend, Sang Xin QAQ】

Posting these on the Internet is easy to be said to show off his wealth, Yang Fan shook his hands and hurriedly deleted the photos and his memory, since he obviously didn’t post anything just now.

But Jia Wen's grandson is always on the Internet and has a good eye. As soon as he deleted it, the message came.

"Yo, rich guy?"

"roll."

"Oh no, what did you delete? I saw that necklace. Let me tell you, just by looking at the emerald in the middle, I know the price is definitely not cheap. Did Brother Song give it to you?"

Yang Fan was disgusted by his words: "Didn't you call him a pervert?"

"Oh, I didn't know Brother Song was so low-key, so low-key and luxurious."

Yang Fan covered his mouth and was about to throw up, carefully put away the necklace and made sure the small cabinet was locked before replying: "Yesterday was my birthday."

Jia Wenmao suddenly understood, and immediately said a very sensible sentence: "Happy birthday."

"Yeah, I'll take it." If you say that although Jia Wen is a mess, he is not bad, and if you are a buddy with someone, you are really a buddy. When Yang Fan chats with him, he will think of the stupid things he did back then. Lesson learned.

After a few words, Jia Wen changed the topic to his career: "I heard from my sister that the old man Su Yide is looking for you."

"Well, find me as a model."

Jia Wen hummed and didn't mind revealing some news: "Let me tell you, my sister said that Su Yide was looking for a celebrity, but the other party was too big, and the asking price was tens of millions. The old man originally agreed, but then he didn't know why he was unhappy. Yes, there are other people or models who inquired about the news, but the old man didn't like it. You know that there is a special fashion show behind my sister, so I don't want to promote how awesome my sister is. Anyway, Su Yide and my sister seem to be dating each other. The friendship is not shallow. If I don’t go by then, I will definitely send a representative. Moreover, the old man’s jewelry brand has been lacking a spokesperson. He recently asked his assistant to disclose the news outside. You should fight hard. If you become his spokesperson, what will your future be? It is truly infinite."

"I'm not sure about myself either."

"Crap, I'll tell you the news when you're still not sure, and behave better then."

Yang Fan propped his chin and twisted his hair, half leaning on the chair with a graceful and casual posture, and a few seconds later he said: "Teacher Su must have some favorite candidates in mind."

It might be that Jia Wen was eating, and there was a chattering voice on the phone: "Of course, I have already found the information for you."

"so smart."

"I'm free and my sister is at home. Let's take a look. When will you be free? I'll go to your house to play with you." Always thinking about the beautiful decoration of Song's house, Jia Wen rubbed his hands Sneaky asked, "Well...Brother Song should be busy with work and not at home."

Yang Fan didn't know what was going on in his head, so he nodded and said, "Well, you're not at home, come on." He didn't understand why Jia Wen was so afraid of Song Bai.The mouse couldn't even describe him accurately when it saw the cat.

Coincidentally, the next day was the weekend, and Song Bai didn't go to work on weekends. Yang Fan's eyelids twitched and he trot to the kitchen door and asked him, "Aren't you going out to do Tai Chi?"

Song Bai said: "If you don't go out, practice at home if the weather is not good."

"Oh, it's really not good." Yang Fan prayed in his heart that his little friend would ask for more blessings.

Today, Jia Wen is dressed in fashion brands. He has just fallen in love with him, so he is still full of energy, but maybe because of his temper, when he stops on the road, people think he is a gangster who dare not approach him, and finally touches the one given by Yang Fan. I just entered the address of the community and was asked by the security guard for a long time: "Damn, do I really look like someone who doesn't learn well?"

Desperately pressing the doorbell to vent his anger, he planned to complain to Yang Fan immediately, but he almost knelt when the door opened.

"Brother Song..."

Song Bai pursed his lips and was stern and serious, standing at the door with a straight body, wearing ordinary clothes but with a face that was too tall and cold, there was always a chill that repulsed people thousands of miles away. Not bad luck?

"You came to find Fanfan."

Jia Wen nodded quickly: "I'm talking to him."

At this time, Yang Fan poked his head out from behind the man and saw Jia Wen's attire, almost wanting to kick him out. Song Bai is a bit rigid, and his clothes are similar to his grandparents' eyes. Jia Wen's ripped pants are almost giving his legs Naked, isn't this aimed at the muzzle of a gun?

"Come in quickly."

So Song Bai turned sideways, looking very dissatisfied with Jia Wen.

Jia Wen didn't dare to admire the sun room anymore, his legs were trembling, he went upstairs mechanically and exhaled when he saw the warm-toned decoration: "Everything is inside, and there are Su Yide's preferences."

"What do you think I'm going to do? How can you give me all this?"

"It won't be a bad thing to be prepared. Let me tell you, Su Yide likes clean-looking people like you."

Song Bai drank his tea and glanced over coldly.

Jia Wen's heart skipped a beat: "I'm talking about a model like you with clean looks and temperament, no, no, I mean he knows that YLQ is deep and dirty, so he definitely doesn't want his baby to be worn by those people. He doesn't care about the products sold outside, but now they are his private products, do you understand."

He understood the truth, and Yang Fan nodded towards the sofa: "Sit down first, I'll make you a cup of tea."

"Can I ask something?" Jia Wen quietly raised his hand, "I want to drink beer."

Yang Fan's eyebrows also jumped: "No, only tea."

After the question was over, Jia Wen scratched his head and turned around to meet Song Bai's gaze, so he hurriedly smiled: "Brother Song, you are also at home haha...haha..."

Yang Fan sighed in the kitchen, stop.

"Come and sit." Song Bai looked Jia Wen up and down, lowered his head and continued to drink tea, shaking the newspaper and said, "Are you hot?"

"Ah? It's neither hot nor hot, it's autumn now." Sitting down, he only dared to touch the sofa cushion a little bit. The aura next door was so strong that he felt cold. Jia Wen rubbed his hands and didn't speak.

After Song Bai entered the society, he seemed to be more serious, with a serious face like an old man.

"Song Bai, you don't go to work today."

Song Bai said lightly, "Today is the weekend."

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two of them was extremely cold, Song Bai was that kind of person, but Jia Wen couldn't stand it, they were the nemesis to suffer if they stayed, Yang Fan hurriedly drove them to the sunshine room and let him watch: "I'll come right away."

Jia Wen rubbed his heart and looked around. It looked almost the same as in the photo. The sofa and desk formed a small living room, and the surrounding potted plants were arranged in an orderly manner, which was very fresh and natural. He tried to sit on the sofa and look up. Light aroma.

"Huh? Is that a strawberry?"

……

"I'll cook, let's stay with Jia Wen for dinner." Song Bai leaned against the door and watched Yang Fan cut the fruit. His white fingers were in stark contrast to the pineapple, and he stepped forward to cut it for him with a heartbeat. "The visitor is also a classmate." , I'll make more dishes."

Yang Fan could only see the side face of the man, with a cold expression on his face, he said, "I thought you hated Jia Wen."

"How come, it's just that I don't communicate much and I'm not familiar with it. Maybe he doesn't like my life habits."

That was a good point, Yang Fan lay on the man's shoulder and poked his face with his finger, and said with a smile: "Because you are too serious, like a parent, a parent will always teach a child a lesson."

Song Bai turned his head and just kissed that finger, then leaned forward and bit it again: "Then are you afraid of me?"

With wet fingers and slight pain from being bitten, Yang Fan blushed and quickly withdrew his hand, and softly punched the man in the chest: "Don't be afraid." He took the pineapple and tea and went out. Seeing Song Bai wearing a pink apron As if preparing for dinner, he interjected, "Jia Wen is quite edible."

"Yeah, good." Song Bai took out all the meat in the refrigerator, and entertained the guests with meat and vegetables. He thought about the names of the dishes in his mind before he really started, but it didn't take long after the knife was cut. A roar came from Fang Na: "Jia Wen, spit out what you eat!"

When Song Bai arrived, the two of them were about to fight. Yang Fan was protecting the pot of strawberries and was about to kick Jia Wen, while Jia Wen took off his clothes and tried to stuff his mouth. If he read correctly... Song Bai squinted his eyes, it must be a strawberry.

"You ate the biggest one!"

"Just a few red ones, they're all about the same."

"I named them all! You ate my scarlet!"

Jia Wen stuck out his tongue and bit his throat: "I'll spit it out for you now."

"Fuck you!" He immediately rushed forward.

Song Bai stepped forward quickly, grabbed the young man by the waist and hugged him: "Do you want to fight?"

Yang Fan kicked his legs to get down, waving his hands like a child making trouble for no reason: "He ate my big red!"

"But it's really delicious." Jia Wen thought about it, it was super sweet.

"Of course it's delicious. I fertilize it every day to grow so many!"

Two 10 minutes later.

Yang Fan had a band-aid on his forehead, and Jia Wen had a band-aid on his temples, and they both sat upright at the table.

The man knocked on the table and said in a deep voice, "Let's talk here if you have anything to do."

The two shrank their heads in silence, staring at each other for a secret contest.

It was also very unsteady during dinner. The two of them seemed to have degenerated to the age of 5. They fought over a piece of braised pork and finally slapped the table with a smile. Song Bai looked down at them and took the food for Yang Fan. Eat without talking and sleep without speaking."

Yang Fan: "Oh."

Jia Wen: "Oh."

"Yang Fan, hiccup, can I come to your house for dinner next time?" Jia Wen patted his chubby belly with endless aftertaste, and he didn't seem to be afraid of Song Bai after a few hours of getting along. The key is that his cooking is still so good.

Yang Fan smiled: "Of course."

Song Bai pushed his glasses and said calmly, "If you fight with my Fanfan again next time, you won't be roasted."

"It's not a real fight." Yang Fan touched the band-aid on his forehead, thinking he was pretending to be a child. Just as the door closed, there was a shadow cast, and then his lips softened, first lightly and then suddenly hardened, what he wanted to say When I was blocked, I immediately forgot all about it.

"Parents have the right to punish their children." He didn't allow Yang Fan to refute, and continued to kiss when he wanted to speak.

"I..." The man's kiss fell again, Yang Fan stared into the other's dark and deep eyes for a moment, pushed and said, "You are teasing me."

Song Bai smiled softly: "Adults always tease children."

"I'm much older than you."

The man pretended to think deeply: "But why does the age on my ID card show that I am older than you?"

"Fake and fake are all fake!"

Song Bai didn't talk nonsense, he leaned against the corner of the wall for a deep kiss, and when he left, he brought out silver threads to be extremely ambiguous, and he asked bewitchingly, "Is it fake or not?"

Yang Fan realized that if he still dared to speak, his mouth would probably be kissed to death, so he huddled in the corner and nodded silently: "Really."

More real than pearls!

There was trouble too, and soon it was the day agreed with Su Yide. The assistant sent Su Yide's home address privately without giving the address of the studio.

In fact, he knew most of the things Jia Wen gave, and he sneered after looking at Su Yide's favorite spokesperson for a few times.

He has met these people a few times, the lady in the light and the cousin in the dark, Su Yide wants to find someone who is famous and has the best temperament and good looks, but he also knows the depth of the water, and Yang Fan can roughly guess what the old man is thinking , looking for Xiaoxianrou is hard to guarantee that it will not fall in the future, he does not want his brand to become a stepping stone for others, but in the end it will end up with dirty water.

The appointment was at 1 p.m., and Yang Fan arrived at the door of Su Yide's house at 12:55. The nanny who opened the door took him directly to the old man's private studio. Walking inside, you can see two rows of large bookcases, displaying old and small antiques, most of which are women’s things. Yang Fan walked admiringly and saw the studio after a while. Two young women.

"Hello, Teacher Su."

Su Yide turned back and said with a smile: "You are here, you are really on time." The clock on the wall points to exactly one point, and it is impossible for one more second.

"Cooperating with you requires 120 hearts, and I'm nervous."

Su Yide is not a person who will make things difficult. Yang Fan is very careful and he can't detect it. He pats him on the shoulder to make him calm down and asks the woman next to him to help him with makeup.

The woman's name is Little K, she speaks kindly, and has round and cute features.

"The teacher is very nice, as long as you don't treat his works negatively."

Yang Fan grasped the center and said seemingly unintentionally: "Whoever dares to be negative about the teacher's work, I won't."

Little K pouted: "Seeing that the teacher is sure to use you, I will not hide it. The teacher wanted to invite Sun Qianqian before, but she has just participated in several foreign big-production movies and walked the red carpet to return to China. She has high vision." Don’t look down on our teacher’s things. He said that endorsement is okay but it costs 5000 million. The teacher is not a person who cares about money, but just thinks that the person is suitable. As a result, Sun Qianqian came to the shoot full of complaints and casually threw the antiques aside. How can you say that Teacher Su, who treasures it so much, can bear it."

"Sun Qianqian." Yang Fan shook his head and smiled wryly at himself in the mirror, really afraid of something.

"Don't tell others, since the teacher decides to use you, it's a long-term cooperation. I like your appearance, so you have to work hard." He said with a cheering gesture.

The girl was too lively to compete with Jia Wen, Yang Fan smiled and made a cheering gesture: "Don't worry, I will fight for it."

The clothes are python robes from the Qing Dynasty, the emperor’s dragon robes are five-clawed golden dragons, and the one on his body is four-claws. Little K guessed by Su Yide’s side: “It should be the clothes of a certain prince, it’s very imposing.” Look. The texture of the body is exquisite and the stitches are fine. From a distance, it contains auspicious textures such as clouds and flowing water. Yang Fan tried to turn around and found that it does not have a waist. This is also a major feature of the boa robe, which is highly fluid.

The posture of the four dragons on the chest is high-spirited, vigorous and roaring towards the sky. Looking at the majesty, the Ruyi embroidery at hand with gold thread can be vaguely seen when the cuffs are turned up. The hands are thick and tight, and this python robe is an excellent top grade both in terms of color and strength of preservation.

It's a pity that Yang Fan's slender stature can't support the four dragons with his chest and back that have the potential to break through the clouds and ascend to the sky, and his handsome features are a little more refined.

Before putting it on for him, Little K found another piece of clothing that was similar in shape but made of invisible fabric and put it on for Yang Fan, saying, "Put this on to avoid direct contact with it."

I don't know how long these old things have been dusty. Although they are specially taken care of once they appear, it is better to be careful when wearing them.

One is to protect the model, and the other is to protect the clothes.

After reading it, Su Yide played with the Buddhist beads in his hand for 2 minutes. To Yang Fan, these 2 minutes seemed like a year.

After a long time, he heard: "Very suitable."

Su Yide nodded in satisfaction: "You still remember Jia Jing's shooting rhythm at that time, right?"

"Well, remember, the shooting method of that suit is different from the other eight suits."

"Yes, that was also a test for me and her. I didn't make a request, anyway, you and I were there at the time, and you must have known everything you should know."

After shooting for three hours, Su Yide followed the work rule of ending at five o'clock and called a stop. After looking at the photos, there were not many photos, but there were more high-quality ones. Yang Fan noticed that some pictures did not show their faces but were partial.

Su Yide smiled all over his face: "Looking for you, I will save the trouble of looking for hand models." Even the original film has a big picture under the good lighting conditions, but it is obviously a man's hands, but the hands are slender and white, and the nails are round and full. The well-defined joints may be the only shortcoming that distinguishes them from women's hands.

When Yang Fan changed his clothes, the photographer converted the film.

He holds a jade belt and sits solemnly, with emerald jade rings on his fingers, and a brocade purse around his waist. The pictures behind him look like a melancholy prince, standing or looking sideways. Little K interjected and muttered: "It seems like NL Rongruo is that type." man."

However, Su Yide was quite satisfied, nodded his head and said to Yang Fan: "Tomorrow, I will trouble you to wear imperial concubine uniform."

Yang Fan grumbled in his heart. He was already careful about wearing a python robe through his clothes. Men’s clothes had no fewer accessories than women’s clothes. If he wore women’s clothes the day after tomorrow, would he have to wrap his whole body up...

"Mr. Su, it's okay for me to wear it. I just want to ask, is it still something from my ancestors?"

Su Yide shook his head, Xiao K laughed and understood the troubles of models, so he took the initiative to explain: "The teacher doesn't have so many original goods, and the imperial concubine dress system of the day after tomorrow was completed by several Suzhou embroidery teachers in the early years. One that Mr. Su himself engraved is for collection.”

It means that you can rest assured, Yang Fan said: "Thank you, Teacher Su."

Before leaving, Su Yide handed him a document package and asked him to think about it.

Yang Fan was in a hurry, and immediately tore them down without changing his shoes. It was a contract. Su Yide would hire him to be a model in the studio. He might not use all his face, mainly his body and hands, and some would involve unborn children. Works need to be kept strictly confidential.

It turned out to be just a model, so Yang Fan couldn't say he was disappointed or sad, as expected.

Song Bai took out the contract and looked at it. There were two copies in Chinese and English. He said, "Mr. Su is very satisfied with you."

"Of course, I can save a lot of money if you invite me." Yang Fan propped his chin to show off fancy-style, "Who can wear women's clothing and men's clothing, who can be as versatile as me."

"Well, you are the best." Song Bai leaned over and rubbed the corner of the young man's mouth to find the makeup residue, "Do you feel sad when you put on makeup?"

Yang Fan waved his hand to express that he was not sad: "It's just that it feels weird when the makeup is heavy, but I'm also a man." After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone and opened the photo album mysteriously, and shouted, "Just take a look. "

Before the man could see clearly, the phone disappeared.

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows: "It's handsome, the python robe worn by the prince."

"I didn't see it clearly." Song Bai smiled and took it directly, lost his mind after seeing it, compared to Yang Fan who looked up and smiled at him, Song Bai rubbed his head against his head, "It's so handsome. "Gentle and elegant, and women's clothing is a different visual beauty.

Yang Fan didn't move and let the man hold him, his waist hurt a little after standing for a day, he hadn't taken such a professional photo in several years, he looked up and enjoyed the ease of going home, the sunset refracted on the man's face like a shadow There was a yellowish halo on the gauze, like the screenshots in old movies that always make people feel excited, isolated from the world and quiet, and the man's face is slightly unclear, Yang Fan reached out and touched it with a smirk: "Can you Apply for one thing."

"You said."

"I want to eat in bed today, I'm a little tired."

Song Bai kissed his forehead and said, "Yes."

It’s just that Yang Fan was already sound asleep when the meal was ready, and when he was about to wake up, he said that his waist and shoulders were sore, Song Bai stretched out his hand to carefully turn him over, and lifted up his shirt to reveal his creamy white skin, with two butterfly bones protruding from his back Exquisite and attractive, the beauty of the back is the real capital to show off. He seemed to have discovered another advantage in Yang Fan, and began to think about what he just gave this time to match this beautiful butterfly bone.

The phone beside the table was set to silent, and the screen kept flickering at this time, so he glanced at it and ignored it.

While pondering, the man put on massage oil and slowly massaged Yang Fan. Even in his sleep, Yang Fan groaned unconsciously. He felt comfortable and leaned to the side. Song Bai pressed the position below the neck, which unexpectedly caused Yang Fan to wake up suddenly. : "Ah, it hurts." The sleepy bugs all ran away.

Rubbing his neck and turning around, he found that the soreness had diminished. Looking at the massage oil on the man's hand and the greasy feeling on his back, Yang Fan lazily lowered his waist: "It's better than before."

"Where does your back hurt?"

Yang Fan explained: "It's not pain.