Run away after flirting with the male god

"Can you accept that I'm really gay?" Yang Fan stared at Jia Wen and remembered the entanglements in his previous life, most of which were caused by himself.

The corners of Jia Wen's mouth twitched, he opened and closed his mouth, and opened his mouth again. No matter how he concealed his embarrassment, he said, "You said it earlier, how sudden it is now."

"so?"

"... I can accept it...." Trying not to hurt people's heart, Jia Wen tentatively said, "There are no gays around me, so I have to give me a process to get used to it, right?"

This was quite unexpected, Yang Fan put his hands in his trouser pockets as if seeing him for the first time.

Jia Wen was stunned by the sight, and raised his chin loudly: "Why don't you tell me first, if you tell me first, I wouldn't be so hesitant now and feel guilty because I saw the picture of the two of you."

Yang Fan was stunned for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up into a clean smile, and the two brothers thumped Jia Wen's shoulders without saying a word.

But what should be said is still to be said, Jia Wen stared at him: "Don't play like those scumbags, I hate that kind of people the most, I heard that mouths are easy to get sick, boys and women are different and can't get pregnant, You are good-looking and easy to be admired by others. If you encounter powerful people who cause trouble, you can tell me. I don’t have much power. I still have connections on the basis of my family’s money. Yang Fan, you are from my university. My first friend, if you really make yourself so low, I will really break up with you, I can't stand that disgusting feeling."

The summer is hot, and the hot air spreads from the soles of the feet to the top of the head. Yang Fan stands on the side of the road and dare not move. Even if he moves, he feels the heat all over his body. Every word of Jia Wen's words hits his heart hard. "Don't worry." After a while, he managed to squeeze out three words to answer, his throat tightened and he couldn't say anything else.

Jia Wen has never looked down on him, and he has always been the cocoon.

Jia Wen didn't know Yang Fan's inner ups and downs. Standing on the side of the road and sweating all over his body was very uncomfortable. He was thirsty after rambling for a long time: "Should I go to eat, the mood to eat is gone."

After dinner, they met with Jia Jing and his group. Yang Fan took a closer look and found that the difference between Jia's siblings was not just a little bit of age. Jia Wen's innocence and emotion were all written on his face. Jia Jing was six years old and had a capable temperament. Shuang Xing is a powerful character.

"Hello."

Jia Jing shook hands with Yang Fan and simply said hello. She was very satisfied with Yang Fan, and her face was not as clean as the current Internet celebrity makeup, but she also read this person's Weibo, and she felt that he was a little different from a real person. It is very disdainful for a man to show off his appearance. She didn't like him to take pictures at first, but she saw a group of photos. It was a scene of Yang Fan leaning against the window in the sunset with his eyes closed and meditating. When he opened his eyes, it seemed that there were many secrets hidden. That pretense is more like... confusion emanating from within?So she wanted to adopt this Internet celebrity for the first time. She went to Weibo to private message for a long time and did not show that she had read it. acting.

The makeup artist is from Jia Jing's team. After observing Yang Fan's appearance, Jia Jing said to the makeup artist: "Light makeup, light makeup is more suitable."

Yang Fan looked up at the sky and let them fiddle with them. Taking pictures is his forte, while Jia Wen exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Sister, this dress is so beautiful! Wow, Yang Fan, you are so beautiful... handsome!" He took out his phone and planned to take a picture Send it to Moments to show off.

Jia Jing echoed: "The contract is not a loss at all."

"I'm not at a loss." Yang Fan showed an expression that both of them understood, and his future would be much smoother when he climbed up to Jia Jing. As for Internet celebrities...you have to clean up the mess when you have time.

But what Yang Fan doesn't understand is that maybe the reason why the photographer is a foreigner is that the skilled person is bold and obsessed with pre-effects and insists on putting the model in danger. There are many people on the bridge and there are many people watching, including many classmates. Yang Fan's clothes weigh about 4 Clothes weighing a kilogram are very uncomfortable. The cumbersome patterns and exquisite embroidery belong to heavy work. Although he is often scolded, he still keeps making appointments. Even after ten years, this design is amazing, but it is too heavy.

Standing on the bridge fence, the next step would be empty. Yang Fan looked at the lake and quickly closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths to sort out his emotions and try to calm down.

The lake is really not shallow, and Jia Wen was a little worried as he gnawed on the apple, "Hurry up and shoot, it's not good to fall with a heavy body and no props."

The photographer's Chinese is not very good but he can understand. He told Jia Jing to the effect that he can rest assured that there is no problem.

Yang Fan felt that the center of gravity was gradually lowering, and the hands under the cumbersome cuffs were slowly oozing sweat, and even the hair dryer beside him could not remove a trace of sweat.

Song Bai came here with a large army. Yang Fan wore light makeup and was wearing a fine attire. The cameraman looked like a different person, restrained or domineering. His poses were changeable and he was very skilled. Keeping admiring and admiring, he couldn't help approaching, and the camera in his hand was aimed at the person on the bridge.

At this moment, the photographer made an ok gesture, and Yang Fan finally let go of the hand holding him, but the photographer half leaned out to pull him, probably overconfident, and only held the camera with one hand and the other , Yang Fan wanted to roll his eyes when he looked at it, the SLR is not easy.Fortunately, the photographer was really strong and successfully pulled him over, but at this moment.

"Hey..." The camera was about to slide down the lake, the photographer subconsciously bent down to pick it up, and something went wrong.

Yang Fan straddled one foot on the bridge when the center of gravity was extremely unstable. The photographer leaned forward and he was naturally pushed back. His feet flickered in front of his eyes and he was directly out of the support. At that moment, his heart stopped.

"what--"

"Fuck!" Jia Wen hurriedly threw away the apple and shouted while running.

"Yang Fan is a fucking landlubber!"

People just entered the water so directly, all the people on the bridge exclaimed, Song Bai immediately looked at the water, at this moment, Jia Wen's scolding from above came clearly to his ears.

"Why stand there, is the machine or the person important!"

"The model fell into the water, you can see it."

There were already many people behind, and everyone stretched their necks forward with a heart of watching the excitement, wishing it was a giraffe.

Most of the people present were college students. Song Bai looked at Yang Fan who was thumping in the water without raising his breath, and kept tightening his grip on the camera.

It was not very cold when he first got into the water, but his body was too heavy to keep sinking. The bitingly cold water was poured from his ears and mouth with all his might. The taste was slightly bitter. Yang Fan felt his heart was about to freeze. He was afraid that the water would not be able to swim, and his body was cold .After the clothes were soaked in water, he became the most troublesome thing, and he couldn't take care of other things when he used his hands and feet. The suffocation of breathing and the fear of water in his heart made him think of death.

He has already died once.

"Save..." Eye sockets were sour, and Yang Fan's teeth were trembling.

This kind of cold reminded him of being betrayed, abandoned and indifferent, despairing and lonely.

"Plop-plop--" Several people went into the water to save people one after another.

Jia Wen was stopped by Jia Jing from going into the water, he yelled, "Sister, what are you doing!"

"So many people have gone down, don't make trouble for me!"

Jia Wen was in a hurry, the photographer stayed by the side as if nothing had happened, he slammed it in a circle and scolded you for being paralyzed, "I will drive you tomorrow." When he looked up and saw Song Bai standing beside him, he became even more angry Unexpectedly, the man jumped into the water in the next second, turned around and saw that the waves around Yang Fan were already very small, and the momentum of the water kept him far away from the bridge. In his opinion, the people who entered the water were swimming at the same speed as his grandson.

He looked at his feet, shook off Jia Jing's hand and jumped into the water with a plop.