Run away after flirting with the male god

With tears in the corners of Yang Fan's eyes, he said that you are so stingy that you don't want interest. Song Bai held him in his arms and fed him: "If you want to come or go, why don't you return it to your hands."

Yang Fan: "..." It makes sense.

Crying until the end of the torment, Song Bai didn't go to Tai Chi or run, just hugged Yang Fan in his arms, Yang Fan sat straddling him, his eyelashes were still stained with tears, his eyes were red and he looked aggrieved.

Song Bai felt the originally stiff and tense body in his arms slowly relax, and he suggested: "How about going to bed early today?"

"I sleep too much during the day." Yang Fan replied honestly, saying why don't you listen to the radio.

Song Bai carried his butt into the bedroom, kissed the tip of his nose: "I'm afraid you will find it noisy."

Somehow Yang Fan just wanted to hear it now, and when the radio turned on, it happened to be the scene of Emperor Wu killing his relatives.

"Just listen to Emperor Wu's rage: 'You bastard, let her go!'"

Song Bai simply tuned another channel and helped Yang Fan cover up the quilt: "Listen to cross talk."

He found that Yang Fan was surprisingly well-behaved now. He listened to the cross talk and laughed softly. Then he picked up the radio and turned down the volume and put it to his ear, curled up in his arms and sighed that listening to the radio was actually very interesting.

The two were chatting while listening to the radio, Song Bai soon found that Yang Fan was asleep, he propped up his upper body, took off his clothes and lay down, watching Yang Fan's face that was flushed from crying gradually improve, he stretched out his hand and rubbed it until he couldn't bear it. Living on it, I kissed it, and looked at the time, it was only 9 o'clock, and it was the earliest time Yang Fan fell asleep.

The more Yang Fan doesn't show up, the more anxious the fans are. Although he made a statement, everyone felt that the idol must be immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself, so the media rushed to interview Yang Fan, and the phone number of Su Yide's studio was blown up. .

And these, Yang Fan didn't know, he was guarded by Song Bai at home and didn't care about anything, eating and drinking with peace of mind and living a fairy life. When he received a call from Xiao Zhou, he realized that there was a storm centered on himself outside.

He appeared in front of the media again at Jia Jing's fashion week. He went to Paris on behalf of Su Yide, saying that the old man was old and didn't want to go so far. The clothes were designed by the studio, and the word Su Yide itself is a movable type Shop sign.

Yang Fan also experienced the thrill of being surrounded by crowds when he got off the plane.

"Do you have any plans next?"

"Have you seen all the comments from netizens about you?"

"I heard that Zhang Yi invited you to be the number one male lead. Is this true?"

Xiao Zhou tried her best to block the reporter, but she was a girl who had more energy than she wanted. Yang Fan focused on walking forward and suddenly stopped, took off his sunglasses and took the initiative to pick up the microphone: "Thank you for your concern. Any endorsement, all the gossip is fake, I just want to work hard, I hope you don’t ask me about my family, as I said, the past is over, I don’t want to use hype and implore Please don't put gold on my face, thank you."

The eruption of the past didn't make him dirty like before, he was a little helpless and at a loss, just like the child Yang Guang, he should be alive but why did he leave?He thought he had the ability to predict and was teased by the sky again and again. Yang Fan began to wonder if it was a dream he had in his previous life that might not have existed at all, or maybe that dream was so real that he couldn't figure out the reality.

"Brother Fan." Xiao Zhou pushed him worriedly.

Yang Fan was stunned for a second: "What's wrong?"

"Get dressed and get ready to take pictures."

There are not a few celebrities who come to Fashion Week. Yang Fan saw a lot of pictures of beauties when he swiped Weibo at night. The photographer was too efficient and he finished the film in a short time. His pictures also appeared on the homepage. The teacher told him not to laugh deliberately, he must know what happened recently, but he didn't expect the film shot under such an environment to have a slight sense of melancholy.

His current fan base of 800 million is more than that of an actor who is skilled in the audience, but the ridiculous thing is that he doesn't have a representative work that can be sold, and Yang Fan realizes that this is a big problem.

For example, in the comment area, there have been comments like "Anyway, it's my adoptive mother who has raised me for so many years, and the whole family has been wiped out. She doesn't have any tears and is still in the mood to participate in Fashion Week. How can she laugh?"

"It's heartless, white-eyed wolf."

This kind of question will be torn up as soon as the answer is answered, Yang Fan turned off Weibo and chatted with Song Bai for a while, and then ignored the messy things on the Internet.

Before the show opened the next day, he suddenly felt a line of sight following him. He turned around and looked at a person standing 100 meters behind him. The luxurious luxury brand suit made Zhang Bo even more handsome. Yang Fan nodded to him, I figured that Sun Qianqian was also at the show, and her career has been flourishing in the past two years, and she has no shortage of shows.

"long time no see."

Yang Fan smiled: "I forgot when was the last time we met."

"You seem to hate me."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "You misunderstood, I don't hate you or like you." Sitting in his seat and waiting for the opening, he saw Zhang Bo also coming over and resisted the urge to punch him and moved to the side, "My Sexual orientation is now known to all people across the country, do you really want to get involved in the muddy water?"

"I think we could be friends."

"But I don't want to be friends with you." Yang Fan's face became serious instantly, his eyes were cold and straight looking at Zhang Bo, he didn't even want to give any face, since the other party refused to change after repeated admonitions, don't blame him for being unreasonable, "Zhang Bo, you are seven years older than me Am I right, I should call you senior? Senior, I just need to report to the outside reporters. Guess what will be the headlines of the entertainment section in China tomorrow? Sun Qianqian performed an abortion for you in the early years, and you secretly teased men and women to eat both ways?"

Zhang Bo immediately stood up: "How do you know?"

Yang Fan couldn't bear it anymore: "If you want people to know you have to do nothing, my backstage is not something you can provoke."

Yang Fan is wearing a tailor-made retro double-breasted suit today. The vest and bow tie are just right to add a bit of maturity.

Such a person is rare in the circle, Zhang Bo looked him around and lowered his voice after looking around: "You are so arrogant, how can you mess around in the circle."

"Don't bother you to worry about it, just mind your own business." By the way, I had a face-to-face meeting with Sun Qianqian, who had a stiff face. Yang Fan stayed for two seconds on the forehead of the other party who had not completely absorbed the uric acid, and lowered his head slightly, "Sister Qianqian today Wearing an emerald dress is really flattering."

A reporter caught this scene and posted it on the Internet. Yang Fan looked at Sun Qianqian like a lover's gaze, but unfortunately they didn't see Sun Qianqian's face.

They only saw this news after they returned to China. With a sneer on his face, Yang Fan threw the phone into his pocket and asked Xiao Zhou, "Is there any better quality notebook for me?"

Xiao Zhou thought to herself, how could she know what is good or not, she shook her head and nodded as if she suddenly remembered something, "Ah, yes, the movie "Mr. My Secret Love, Hello" is a youth film, the male lead is Zhao Yihao, the female lead is An Xin, The producer contacted me and asked you to be the male second."

"Am I born to be the second male?"

Xiao Zhou's vision was a bit misty: "Brother Fan, you have a second-hand face..." It's suitable for a crush, not for a date.

Xiao Zhou held back the following words and did not dare to say them.

Before joining the group, the director called a private room in the hotel and said that he would treat him to dinner. Everyone chatted before filming to avoid embarrassment due to unfamiliarity on the set. This is actually a very normal thing. Yang Fan remembered the first time a photographer asked him out. It was the same when filming. He didn’t experience all the embarrassing expressions. He was not used to being in a hurry when facing the camera. His appearance had that temperament but he didn’t have the finishing touch. The photographer was a woman, so he frequently chatted with him and joked , This eliminated the strangeness between the two.

He didn't think much about it, and went there that day in casual clothes, with a plaid scarf around his neck and Song Bai was a couple's style, but Song Bai has never been willing to wear it, saying that it is expensive, the key is that it was given by his family Fanfan.

These words disgusted Yang Fan all afternoon, but his heart was sweet, alas, his ears turn red when he is old.

When the car arrived at the hotel, there was a special person to guide it. When the box was opened, everyone was already there. Yang Fan smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, there is a bit of traffic jam on the road."

The director has a fat body and looks easy to talk, so he quickly waved to him: "It's okay, come and sit." Patting the seat next to him seemed impatient.

Zhao Yihao snorted with sarcasm in his eyes, tossed the meatballs in the bowl with chopsticks and did not speak.

"It's okay, just sit down." Producer Song greeted the waiter to serve the food, turned on the lights in the room and turned the table, "Everyone is just chatting casually today, and it's fate to be able to get together to act."

An Xin dressed up very enchantingly, which was very different from her innocent image in the past. She covered her mouth with a half-exposed chest and smiled lightly: "Yes, it's all fate." The hand with bright red nail polish seemed to be unintentionally scratching the back of Yang Fan's hand and teased, " Yang Fan, look, your hands are more slippery than a girl like me."

The atmosphere at the table was very harmonious, Yang Fan couldn't bear to lower his face and say why did you make this joke with me, he turned his eyes around and then took his hand: "Anxin, you really know how to joke." He wanted to confuse this topic In the past, I didn't want to catch a glimpse of a hand under An Xin's red dress from the corner of the eye. The woman's legs rubbed the dark and rough hand between her legs, her eyes were full of charm.

He thought it was because An Xin's makeup was too heavy today, but he never thought...

Is it a Hongmen Banquet or a meeting?

The director raised his glass to him at this moment: "It's the first time we've worked together, and it's a happy one."

Yang Fan shook the wine glass in his hand, the light cast a shadow on the top of his head, half of his face was hidden so that people could not see clearly, with a smile on his lips, he also raised the wine glass later: "Thank you director for giving me this opportunity." He took a sip. After sipping his glass, his eyes were cold.

Seeing that he was not drinking well, Zhao Yihao opened his mouth to finish a drink: "Yang Fan, you can't drink."

The smile in Yang Fan's eyes became stronger, and he looked calmly at the actors present. None of the actors present had anything to mention on the stage, and he looked at An Xin with more puzzlement in his eyes. In fact, An Xin's current reputation is completely unnecessary. The water in YLQ is deep and muddy. Yang Fan saw that these actors were one-on-one. Sitting next to the director, he guessed that they were paired with the director. Drunk mad."

An Xin smiled: "The capacity for alcohol is practiced. Come on, let me toast you." She moved her hands to the side and then stood up. The red B-length dress set off her long legs like creamy skin. Yang Fan Knowing that his body is too young to drink vigorously, he smiled and said, "My assistant is still waiting for me in the car, she may not be able to carry me on her back as a little girl."

"Hey, everyone is trying to have fun, and I won't really get you drunk."

In this case, Yang Fan's eyes flashed, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass. He remembered what he said to Song Bai before, there are many unexpected things in this world, that's right, he didn't expect that Zhao Yihao would also be sneaked It is unexpected that YLQ would dare to be so bold ten years ago.

Suddenly there was pressure on his waist, Yang Fan sat down with downcast eyes, and touched the hand in the next second: "Director, I thank you for giving me the opportunity, but... I am really sick!" on him.

The scene got out of control, half of which was An Xin, Yang Fan stepped back and stepped on her foot, and her pair of expensive high heels were immediately scrapped, "Ah, my shoes! You hate you!"

The director's fat face was uncertain, and he suggested: "Seeing that you are so uncomfortable, just stay in the hotel. We don't feel relieved in the middle of the night."

Yang Fan frowned: "It's okay, my assistant is outside, I'll go find him."

"Yang Fan, do you have a team behind you?" the director said suddenly.

Yang Fan immediately showed a look of shame and embarrassment: "Not yet."

Seeing the young man who just refused lowered his head, the director smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and patted his hands in the wrong position. This kid is young and working alone, and the stubbornness in his eyes constantly guides people to approach and want to go. Looking for a new face under the stubbornness, such an attractive child.

The wine-smelling mouth approached him unknowingly, and the director patted Yang Fan's buttocks: "I have praised many newcomers, Yang Fan, don't think that I will harm you, I will contact my friends and let you sign the contract after this movie is filmed." , when the company arranges a series of packaging promotions for you, how hard are you working alone? It’s hard to think about something happening at home recently.”

"Thank you, director." Yang Fan was still indifferent, "But I'm really uncomfortable and can't eat. I just threw up and disturbed everyone's interest."

The director thought he was hinting at himself, and quietly took out the key from his pocket and put it in his hand: "Go up and rest first, just sleep and you'll be fine."

Contempt flashed in Yang Fan's eyes, and the key in his hand was so disgusting that it was hot, he half-bowed and said, "Thank you director for your concern." The moment he raised his head, he didn't miss Zhao Yihao's snickering smile, and An Xin fell into the producer's arms. foot.

Quietly closing the door to cut off the smoky atmosphere inside, Yang Fan weighed the key and threw it in the trash can without saying a word, walked to the door without looking back, wiped his mouth in the car and asked Xiao Zhou: "What time is it?"

A sexy male voice sounded from behind: "10 o'clock immediately."

Yang Fan was shocked, and turned his head to rub against him: "Why are you here?"

Song Baiben came to see Yang Fan shaking his head and getting angry, and he drank again, didn't he?But when he was thrown, it seemed that he hit his heart and squeezed out all the swelling gas, so he raised his arms around Yang Fan in embarrassment, and said stiffly: "Don't worry about you, Jia Wen and I said that YLQ's dinners are not normal meals, I... just worry about you." Then I thought about it and came to see it not too far away.

But what Yang Fan thought was that it would take more than an hour to drive from home to this place. He poked the firm muscle on Song Bai's arm and asked dissatisfiedly, "Now there are two cars. Let's drive one each?"

"Where are there two cars?" Song Bai asked back.

Yang Fan was confused: "You didn't drive here?"

"Oh, I'm riding a bicycle. I eat a lot of food, so I can exercise."

Yang Fan regretted asking this question: "You are stupid, you have been riding for nearly two hours, why don't you have a car?"

Seeing that Yang Fan was angry, Song Bai hugged Yang Fan tightly, and the slight smell of alcohol was not unpleasant, he hugged Yang Fan and nestled on the small seat and whispered, "I didn't think about it so much, so I just rode it, are you feeling sorry for me?" ?”

The last sentence made Yang Fan blush: "Someone inside wants to rule me."

"Who." After Song Bai finished speaking, he wanted to go out aggressively, but fortunately he was dragged back by Yang Fan.

Yang Fan put his whole body weight on him: "What are you doing, want to fight?"

Song Bai's face was hidden in the darkness, hesitant to speak, and finally turned into a sigh: "Fanfan, I'm still worried about you."

Yang Fan lay on him without paying attention to his image: "I know what to do."

If he didn't go to the room, the director must be angry. At best, he tripped him on the set, at worst, he just drove him off. Yang Fan has been messing around with dinner parties for ten years, why hasn't he seen it?The fat guy in it dares to tease himself in public because he has no background and background and is a homosexual. As long as he is good-looking in the circle, he will throw it on the bed, and he will be rewarded if he gets on. Boys will not get pregnant more than women. It is easier to stimulate the male desire to conquer in the body. Yang Fan has seen many newcomers helpless at the director's hands at dinner. Both men and women can't avoid it. Some people even take the initiative to make friends with the director in order to make their debut. They take the initiative to invite the producer to the room number people.

There is no way to survive, unless you can become popular, so popular that it explodes and the director begs you to act.

As Yang Fan speculated, the director and Producer Song didn't give him a good face on the set, and frequently yelled and insulted him as a pig's brain: "Can you act! What else do you have besides a face?"

Xiao Zhou was frightened out of his wits while holding the bag.

Yang Fan frowned slightly and said nothing in the end, adjusted his mentality and continued to act. Later, everyone could see that the director was targeting Yang Fan, and everyone didn't talk to him for fear of getting angry.

"Do you know that you are delaying the progress of our entire crew!"

"Crack!"

An Xin put on her school uniform and regained her innocent girlish appearance. She walked slowly in front of Yang Fan: "What do you say you are stubborn? Can you overcome fate? Otherwise, you will feel better if you climb into the bed of a boss."

"Anxin, aren't you afraid to tell me this?"

An Xin debuted two years ago and gained a lot of momentum. Saying she is popular, everyone seems to be able to tell what she acted in, and saying that she is not popular, but in fact there are a lot of black fans.

"I know you look down on women like me who prostitute themselves, but Zhao Yihao is still on this road, do you know that he climbed into the bed of their company boss first, and he didn't open the room that day because he had this Capital, what can you do alone? Today, a fat man who treats you like this dares to let you leave the crew and throw dirty water."

"It doesn't matter." Yang Fan said casually because he really didn't care, "Do you think a dog blood idol drama can make me really popular? You should know better than me that acting skills are more important than appearance, and relying on appearance will not last long. "

An Xin has a good impression of Yang Fan, and she is very happy to see such a person reduced to the bottom.

"I still advise you not to make trouble for yourself. Who is clean in this circle? I always feel that you are not a newcomer, and you don't have to pretend to be a noob with me. In my eyes, your reserve is hypocritical Hypocritical."

Yang Fan finally raised his head and glanced at her. In all fairness, An Xin's sweet-looking face could last for a long time: "Thank you for your words, I will remember." Putting his hand on the woman's ear, he approached her intimately, sniffing the air The scent of perfume in the middle narrowed his eyes slightly, "I wish you a bright future and get what you want."

An Xin leaned her back against the wall and turned her head in embarrassment, holding back the change in her heart.

That night, the director intentionally or unintentionally said that he would give a play to Yang Fan, and Yang Fan said with a neutral expression, "I can act." He closed the door opened by the director again, and Xiao Zhou timidly pulled his cuff lightly, "Fan elder brother……"

Calling Uncle Fan he will not look back.

A week later, Yang Fan was officially notified to leave the group.

The day he left was the day when someone else joined the crew. According to reports on the Internet, he played a big role in the crew to resist the director's guidance and exaggerated that his acting skills were the best.Several entertainment gossip accounts with tens of millions of fans bombarded them together. Yang Fan looked at these tricks as if he was watching a show, but he was very optimistic, but it was Su Yide who came to warn him.

"Don't forget to study, Zhang Mian has been studying very vigorously recently."

He knew the old man's intention, to let him put everything down and meditate, Yang Fan smiled: "Teacher, do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Su Yide replied with certainty: "I think people seldom make mistakes, but you don't."

"I missed a lot of homework during this period, and I will return to you tomorrow." Yang Fan said seriously, "Thank you teacher for trusting me."

"It's good that you have the numbers."

Of course he knew it in his heart, Yang Fan sneered when he listened to the content in the recording pen, edited the content so that only the conversation between the director and himself was left and posted it on the Internet, if someone poured dirty water on him, he would definitely fight back He doesn't take the blame.

More than 100 words were eloquently accompanied by a piece of audio to explain the situation of the dinner that day. Yang Fan turned off the computer and smoked a cigarette, but Song Bai threw it out after only a few puffs.

"Didn't you say you would quit?"

Stepping on the man's leg, he narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You pick me up."

Yang Fan was already outstanding in appearance, so he could easily make any provocative moves. Song Bai lightly held down the troubled foot and picked him up. He held his butt and rubbed it to feel the soft curve. He thought about it for a while. Ask: "Aren't you worried?"

Yang Fan groaned like a koala pawing at him comfortably: "I'm worried? I didn't sign with the company, that's why I can play. They should be worried." He closed his eyes and stretched his hands into the man. Touching the muscles in his pajamas, he squeezed them, "Your figure is so sexy, I like it."

"Don't move around." Song Bai put out a hand to hold him down, saying that the waves will be waves, and he is not prepared at all.

"I just moved around." Yang Fan scrambled inside, so the two of them fell on the bed unsteadily. I don't know who took the initiative to take off their clothes. Anyway, when the heat surged in the body, Yang Fan closed his eyes in satisfaction With a snort, the impact was mixed with tenderness, he turned his head and kissed and tore with the man: "Um..."

The lazy and pleasant ending came to Song Bai's ears and he felt a tightness in his lower abdomen. Yang Fan blushed and buried himself in the quilt to look at him. The waist under his hand was as soft as cotton. He hugged him carefully and listened carefully to the young man's meowing.

"You are like this every time..." Yang Fan sighed and bit Song Bai's arm. His voice was full of connivance, he bit his lip and couldn't see clearly.

He was obviously ten years older than Song Bai, but he was willing to be an idiot in the other's arms.

For such a long time in a lifetime, how many people are willing to coax him like this.

"Actually, I feel uncomfortable, but it seems that I don't care when I get home, Mu Bai, you are my nobleman."

What responded to him was a low, magnetic baritone voice in the dark.

"You are my love."

When it was over, he was exhausted. He opened one eye and saw Song Baiguang was about to wash the sheets with his upper body naked: "I finally know why you always buy sheets." Touching the sheets under his body is not only dry but also smells fresh, which is the smell of home , Yang Fan buried his head in the quilt contentedly and hummed softly, "Comfortable."

Song Bai put the sheets into the washing machine, and it was rare to put his arms around him without wearing pajamas, kissed Yang Fan's lips and enjoyed the warmth afterwards: "What do you know?"

"Because you're too bad." As he spoke, he reached into the quilt and touched little Song Bai behind him, his legs were still trembling.

Hugging together without clothes, Yang Fan could clearly feel the pounding and powerful heartbeat behind him. Song Bai likes to hold him in his arms and kiss him after finishing the work. It is very gentle every time, so comfortable that he wants to make people curl up their toes.

"But let me tell you, if you're not bad, I won't like you." After muttering, he lay on the man's chest and didn't want to move. The weather turned cold, and Song Bai's body was as hot as a carbon furnace.

It was as if someone had placed a big rock on Song Bai's chest, and when he woke up in the morning, he lay back down again, and it was a big rock that could drool.Just as he was about to go out, he heard Yang Fan's hoarse murmur: "I'm not filming today, don't call me."

"Aren't you going to class?" The man answered by sticking to his ear deliberately.

So Yang Fan supported his waist and got up angrily. Since he knew he was going to class, why did he do it last night... He covered his waist and moved into the bathroom, really wondering where the man got so much energy.

1V3?

"Did you eat the whip behind my back? Why are you so strong?" Yang Fan shouted for a long time last night, Yang Fan's voice was hoarse and full of after-event charm, and Song Bai slid his throat.

"You have to ask that every time."

"Because I'm curious." Yang Fan slowly got dressed on the bed and acted shamelessly. Song Bai picked him up and sat on the sofa, holding a comb in his hand as if to comb his hair.

The man held the comb stupidly and pursed his lips, asking if it hurts to comb it every time?Every time Yang Fan said it didn't hurt, he said it didn't hurt, and looked at him tirelessly: "I happened to cut my hair today."

The hands on the head paused, and then combed more carefully: "Then I will cherish this opportunity, it's the last time."

"Pfft, it wasn't long in the first place."

As soon as he said cut it, Yang Fan was a little uncomfortable touching his hair when he came out of the barber shop. Strange to say, he looked younger and whiter than before with short hair. In short, he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

When he went to class, he asked if the income of playing Zhang Mian had increased recently?

Zhang Mian shook hands with Yang Fan excitedly: "It's increased a lot!" But Zhang Mian didn't say that the month with the highest income was because the Internet was full of news about him, and the sympathy of netizens made the store's income increase. Yang Fan often goes to the Japanese grocery store, and people naturally come to this store adhering to the idea of ​​chasing stars. Under the virtuous circle, the business is booming.

"I'm so good."

"He's been so happy these days." Su Yide came over after changing the clothes he wore at work. When he was seriously in class, no one dared to chat too much, for fear of being slapped on the palm.

Making jewelry requires strong hands-on skills, not to mention repairing this business. Yang Fan only twisted out a prototype in an afternoon, and it was extremely ugly. His ten fingers and thumbs were all red, and Zhang Mian was already screaming for pain. But he continued without saying a word and lowered his eyes. In the end, even Zhang Mian was worried and asked him if his hands were okay.

Yang Fan tried to clench his fists and felt his muscles twitching. He smiled and put his hands in his pockets to block it: "It's okay, I understand the principle of bitterness before sweetness."

Zhang Mian looked at no one behind him, "Don't be too hard, look at you just finished strenuous exercise yesterday, and your brain and physical strength must not be able to keep up today."

"……you"

"Shh, I understand everything." Yang Fan immediately showed an expression of "you know, I know, God knows, I know", as if to say: Don't explain me, I understand everything.

Later, the president of the Zhang family came to pick up Zhang Mian, and Zhang Mian jumped into the car with a smile, but Yang Fan still didn't see the man's face.

Suddenly the phone vibrated, Yang Fan looked at it between his fingers, it was Du Nan calling.

"Hi, Du Nan."

"Well, are you free recently?"

Yang Fan smiled: "What do you think?"

Du Nan also knew that he was asking in vain: "Are you free the day after tomorrow? My father invited Uncle Rong to dinner at Hanfang Court. You can come too."

"You mean Chen Yu?" Yang Fan's tone was a little uncertain, "Bring me to dinner?"

"Yeah, Uncle Rong asked me to apologize to my father and pretended to be pitiful, but my father was really not angry anymore. Uncle Rong kept promoting me and they were very grateful, so they ordered the table. I remembered that you also helped me a lot... ...Dad let you come too."

Yang Fan was walking alone on the side of the empty avenue. The yellowish and white leaves were scattered all over the ground, and his feet made a crisp crackling sound when he stepped on them. He held his mobile phone and hid half of his face in the scarf: "Du Nan .”

There was a sudden ringing on the phone, and Du Nan spoke nervously: "Yang Fan, there is still a character missing in my father's movie."

Yang Fan thought he heard it wrong, but unfortunately the other side had already hung up the phone.

The car at home was parked by the side of the road. Song Bai was resting with his head up. He was dressed in formal attire and looked fierce with thick eyebrows. Yang Fan opened the car door and went in and kissed him on the cheek: "How about the haircut?"

Song Bai opened his eyes and disappeared from the haze just now, and said with a smile: "It's clean and fresh, like a college student."

Yang Fan shook his head: "Baby is still a college student."

"Baby?"

Yang Fan was not happy to talk to Song Bai, and became angry when he saw that he didn't take the initiative to speak: "You didn't have this attitude last night, you obviously dote on me."

"How old are you and still call yourself a baby?"

Yang Fan said faintly: "I won't recognize anyone if you go up."

Song Bai held the steering wheel and glanced at Yang Fan. The other party buried his head in the scarf and only his head was visible, so he said with some difficulty, "What's wrong with you, baby?"

"I'm going to have a meal the day after tomorrow. There may be a scene to be filmed."

Song Bai was silent for a long time.

Yang Fan knew what he was thinking, and took the initiative to say: "Chen Yu and the others are serious people, and Du Nan is a fool, you still don't believe me?"

Song Bai's brows were almost wrinkled: "If you have anything to do, remember to tell me as soon as possible."

Yang Fan made an OK gesture to calm his restless heart and opened Weibo. He hadn't connected to the Internet all day because he didn't want to affect his mood. Opening it now is because he mustered up the courage.

The truth was before his eyes, the fat man became a dead fat man after all, and Yang Fan saw him posting a statement on Weibo at two o'clock in the afternoon, saying that he would use legal means to defend his rights to the end.

If a person loses his face, is it still a matter if he does something?

Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

While everyone was waiting for him to speak, Yang Fan didn't speak or comment. He liked and reposted the new product of the teacher's studio.

When you are quiet, it is inevitable that you will not be able to control your cranky thoughts. Yang Fan searched the Internet for Chen Yu's photos, and found that there are very few photos of Chen Yu when he was young. How old is Chen Yu this year?He did the math and it looks like he's... 48 years old.

In a blink of an eye, two days later, Yang Fan appeared at the gate of the Hanfang Court in neat clothes, and after he mentioned the box number, someone would lead him.

"Sir, please come in."