Run away after flirting with the male god

, open as many sheets as you want.

He looked at Zhang Tao's Weibo and found that the other party hadn't spoken, so he took his hand away from the forward button again, took a photo on his phone and posted it online: Happy New Year's Eve.

Yang Fan sent a text message to Zhang Tao asking how to solve this matter, Zhang Tao said politely that it was all right, and not long after, he sent a statement explaining the whole story.It probably means that Yang Fan was indeed used in the first place, but because Yang Fan took over "Harem Biography", the schedule conflict between the two films was too late.

He was partly blamed, but Zhang Tao's words slapped Fang Shuwen's manager in the face again.Yang Fan snorted and pressed the forward button: I don't need hype.

To say that Zhang Tao is also a genius and actually involved in "The Legend of the Harem". The protagonists of "The Legend of the Harem" are all acting kings, making it popular before it was filmed. Now the last elder brother who came out is actually Yang Fan?

Everyone's attention shifted from "Broken Wings" to "Harem Biography", and Yang Fan's fans even went to the official Weibo to urge to post makeup photos.

Yang Fan got off the plane and opened it to take a look. What the hell, he actually sent a picture. The thirteenth elder brother looked at the tall and handsome young man.

"Handsome." He handed it to Song Bai.

Song Bai glanced at the screen: "Do you want to shave your head?"

"Yeah, I need to shave." Yang Fan took his phone back and saved it, "Anyway, my hair grows fast."

It was still a while before the call reached Grandpa Song Bai's house, Yang Fan turned off his phone and yawned: "Call me when we arrive."

Song Bai smiled softly as a tacit consent.

However, Yang Fan was so twisted that he couldn't fall asleep. He felt guilty when he thought of seeing Song Bai's grandpa and grandma soon. After finally getting out of the car, he huddled in the car and dared not come out: "Well, my stomach hurts."

"Go home and go to the bathroom," Song Bai said.

Yang Fan was a little parched, got out of the car slowly and noticed that there was a small villa standing in front of him, it looked very modern from the outside, a two-story duplex building, he hugged Melatonin and followed Song Bai into the yard, Mouth silently read the advertisement words.

No gifts are accepted during Chinese New Year and holidays, only Melatonin is accepted.

"grandmother."

Shen Shulin had been waiting at home for a long time, and when he heard the sound of the small door opening outside, he hurried to open the door. It was indeed Song Bai, and then looked at the man behind him: "You are Yang Fan."

Yang Fan swallowed his saliva and suddenly didn't know how to speak. Looking at Song Bai and then at the old man with gorgeous hair in front of him, he tremblingly said, "Grandma... grandma."

"Come here, why do you bring so many things? We don't drink this stuff, it's a waste of money." Shen Shulin pulled Yang Fan into the house as if he was friendly with his own grandson, but the real grandson was left behind by her in the cold up.

Yang Fan was so flattered that he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He secretly pinched his thigh to force himself to calm down, pretending that this was a filming set.

In a few seconds, he raised the white flag with a bitter face: Director, this scene cannot be performed, I am too nervous.

After entering, he saw an old man sitting upright on the sofa, with his hands on his knees, which is a unique habit of soldiers. He looked radiant despite his age, Yang Fan grabbed Song Bai and called out: " Hello, grandpa."

As a result, he snorted with his nose, turned his face to look at the sky and the ground, and looked at the air, but he didn't look at you anyway.

Yang Fan: "..."

"Don't pay attention to him, sit down quickly." Shen Shulin turned around and took out two bowls of red dates and tea eggs from the kitchen, "I'm still preparing the New Year's Eve dinner, if you are hungry, fill your belly first."

"Thank you grandma." Yang Fan straightened his waist and sat down with his legs clamped.

"You are so polite." Shen Shulin praised him before going to the kitchen. Yang Fan also had the opportunity to take a good look at the place where Song Bai grew up. There are five-pointed stars and a photo frame on the wall of the living room, which is far away. I can’t see clearly, maybe it’s a photo of the old couple when they were young. The TV and the coffee table are covered with white lace cloth. When you leave the living room, turn right and you’ll find a large bedroom with good lighting. The brick-red wooden stairs extend to the second floor. Yang Fan Looking at it, you can imagine the dull sound of your feet stepping on it, as if traveling through time and space.

Other than the sound of cooking from the kitchen, there was only the sound of walking on the wooden floor, which came from the other side.

Yang Fan's shoulders shrank and then his shoulders sank, he smiled awkwardly and looked up: "Grandpa."

Song Zhongguo stood quietly leaning on a cane, his wrinkled face hides a pair of eyes that have experienced vicissitudes of life, the eyes under the eyelids are still clear, he slowly walked to the head of the dinner table and sat down expressionlessly.

"You are the man who abducted my grandson."

"Grandpa... hello, my name is Yang Fan."

Song Bai said rightly: "You've seen it on TV too."

"Yeah, I've seen it. You are the spokesperson of Grandpa Su's jewelry. In detail, everyone is destined."

If it is possible, Yang Fan can nod his head, yes, this is fate.

Song Zhongguo kept a dark face, looked at Yang Fan and said, "Why are you so thin!"

Yang Fan almost fell to his knees. The old man's voice was too loud. He thought it was a quarrel, and quickly bowed his head like a good boy: "Filming, you can't eat too much when you are filming."

"Oh!" Song Zhongguo groaned forcefully, and then thumped the ground with his cane, very dissatisfied with Yang Fan's behavior of shrinking his head.

"Boys should hold their heads up and their chests up, and be responsible! Now that you're a grown-up, keep your head down and figure out what's going on!"

Seeing that the old man's voice was getting louder, Song Bai silently blocked Yang Fan, and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, dinner is about to come, I'll make you a cup of tea and prepare it."

"Don't drink!" Song Zhongguo pouted at the coffee table, "It's ready."

Yang Fan raised his head and glanced at the old man, then quickly looked away. He wanted to straighten his waist, but he was scared again: "Grandpa, Happy New Year."

"Hmm! Happy!"

Yang Fan wanted to pick out his ears, the old man's voice was really loud.

At this time, Shen Shulin came out of the kitchen and slammed the table again, pointing at Song Zhongguo and scolding: "It's the New Year's Eve that doesn't make people have a good time, right? You're the one with the loudest voice! You're the one who is fierce!"

Finally, the three of them shut up together.

With Shen Shulin's education, the New Year's Eve dinner was quite harmonious, and Yang Fan also knew who Song Bai learned his cooking skills from: "Grandma, the dishes you cook are really delicious."

"Don't talk when you eat and don't talk when you sleep." This sentence suddenly floated out from the opposite side.

Shen Shulin didn't care, and helped Yang Fan pick up vegetables: "Eat more if you like, and see how thin you are."

Yang Fan touched his arm subconsciously, then squeezed Song Bai's, and sighed secretly, probably this is the gap.

Forced to eat two bowls of rice, Yang Fan didn't even dare to burp, so he followed Song Bai wherever he was: "Hurry up and let me do something."

Song Bai pushed him: "Go and talk to grandpa."

"Ah?" Yang Fan wrinkled his face and was about to cry, "I'm afraid you won't see me soon."

Hearing this, Song Bai slapped him on the butt: "Don't say such things when you're older."

There are only so many people in the family, Yang Fan took a deep breath and quickly moved to Song Zhongguo, moved to the sofa and sat down to pour tea for him: "Grandpa drinks tea."

"Well, can you play Go?"

Yang Fan paused, then honestly shook his head: "I won't."

The old man immediately squeezed out the pattern of Sichuan characters: "Where is chess."

"...a little bit." Really a little bit.

So Song Bai heard the excited voices of the old men in the kitchen.

"Stupid, isn't this killing me!"

"You should get down here!"

Shen Shulin glanced out and smiled, "That's all he is, don't take it to heart."

"Well, he's my grandfather."

When he went out, Yang Fan had already been killed until his face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd, he shouldn't pretend to be so forceful, what level is the old man, isn't he hitting the muzzle of a gun!

It was Song Bai who rescued the game and won three rounds before stabilizing the situation. Song Zhongguo drank a sip of tea and said, "I am good at chess, and I have learned to protect people."

"This is what my grandfather taught me."

Shen Shulin came over with peanuts and melon seeds and confiscated the chessboard. He turned on the TV and said to watch the Spring Festival Gala together. Yang Fan straightened up and watched more seriously than in the past 33 years.

But everyone didn't make it to 0 o'clock, and the old man's work and rest can't be messed up. Shen Shulin and Song Zhongguo went to bed after seeing it after 9 o'clock. Yang Fan was finally carried upstairs by Song Bai in a daze.

"Well, I'll go by myself, grandpa will scold me immediately." He was about to come down after making a noise.

Song Bai bowed his head, kissed him and said with a smile, "They are going to sleep."

"That's it." Yang Fan immediately hugged his neck tightly.

Feeling that he had never seen Song Bai's room, Yang Fan insisted on opening his eyes and found that it was similar to what he imagined. The room was clean and there were no toys. There was a pot of succulent on the desk, which looked fresh and elegant. The comfortable bed was smirked: "It's so comfortable."

This sleep went straight to 9 o'clock in the morning on the first day of the new year.

Yang Fan was startled when he saw the time, jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes, washed up and went downstairs in a hurry: "Happy New Year, Grandpa and Grandma!" After speaking, he bowed.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you're panting, I've saved breakfast for you." Shen Shulin was wearing a new down jacket and a small red flower on his head, looking very bright.

Yang Fan glared at Song Bai, meaning why didn't you call me.

Song Bai brought him breakfast: "It's okay, you don't have to get up too early on New Year's Day."

brush brush --

Mr. Song was reading the newspaper there. Those who knew the inside story knew that it was a newspaper dumping, and those who didn’t know thought it was a face dumping. Yang Fan thought that the newspaper was his own face and was dumped by the old man. The mood is gone.

"Look, it's only the first day, and I'm the last one to get up."

Song Bai told him not to be afraid: "Grandpa won't eat you again."

But very guilty, Yang Fan stopped eating after a few mouthfuls, and walked slowly to the old man: "Grandpa, Happy New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai and all the best, I wish you good luck like Donghai and Shoubi Nanshan." No, I forgot the words.

Song Zhongguo looked over his presbyopic glasses and listened to his son-in-law's congratulations. Seeing that he stopped talking, he took out a big red seal and said calmly, "Happy New Year."

Yang Fan looked at the thick and pleasing red envelope in front of him and slowly stretched out his hand, but just as he was about to get it, the red envelope moved.

"What did you call me?"

"……grandfather."

Song Zhongguo handed it to him with confidence: "Take it, happy new year, and live a good life with Song Bai."

Yang Fan felt that the latter sentence was the key point, his face blushed and he quickly bowed to thank him: "Thank you, Grandpa."

The following days will be much easier, Yang Fan thinks that Song Zhongguo always has a straight face, but he is actually quite a nice person.He gradually relaxed and even talked more. Shen Shulin became a TV fan when he got older, so he would talk about funny things that happened during filming, which often amused the old man, but also made the other party very worried.

"Coercion hangs on the body, it hurts."

Yang Fan was busy washing vegetables: "Fortunately, it hurts a lot at first, but after getting used to it, it's fine."

Occasionally there were a few firecrackers at night. Yang Fan stood in front of the window and leaned against Song Bai's chest. He looked at the little fire in the distance and said, "This is really suitable for the elderly. It is very quiet." There are few people in the family but it is very warm. Song Zhongguo It was fierce but not malicious. He hadn't experienced this kind of home feeling for a long, long time.

"We'll live here if you like."

"Not good, it will disturb the two old people." If you live here, how can you be ashamed!

Yang Fan leaned back and found that there was something sticking out, he touched the back and turned around: "The red envelope!" He immediately took it out and weighed it and found that it was not as thick as his own.

Having said that, he even forgot to count the red envelopes, and took out his two big red envelopes and opened them. Song Zhongguo and Shen Shulin each wrapped a copy, which was heavy.

"That's 5000." Opening Song Bai, it was [-]. Yang Fan took them all into his arms and smirked, "It's all mine."

Song Bai lowered his head and kissed his lover's brow, and said in a deep voice, "What's mine is yours."

Yang Fan's head was dizzy, and his cheeks were flushed as if he was drunk. He squinted his eyes and let out a heavy breath against Song Bai's palm. It's not mine, it's Yang Runzhi's."

"Fanfan."

He felt uncomfortable all over, and his eye sockets gradually became wet under the circumstances that he could not control. He chose to bury himself in the man's arms and sobbed softly: "I have lived for so long and I don't even know what my name is."

"After the next year, we will start looking for a good one."

A gleam of light flashed in the misty eyes but it was fleeting: "How is it possible? It's been so many years."

Song Bai took the quilt to cover Yang Fan, and put his chin against his forehead. He didn't know how to comfort him for a while. It is normal for Yang Fan to think of the past facts during the Chinese New Year, the day of family reunion. He said: "If you don't try, how will you know it's impossible?" Woolen cloth?"

Listening to the man's cautious voice, Yang Fan hugged him with a pounding heart and felt that he had the whole world. He began to act hypocritically and wanted to act like a baby, wanting to show the desire deep in his heart and the dark side that he had been holding back all along, even It was to open my heart and show him.

"I like you and still love you. If you don't live with me well, I'll bite you to death." He bit Song Bai's neck as he spoke, but at the moment of biting, he curled up on his chest like a cat, stretched out Tongue out to lick the bitten place.

In Song Bai's memory, although Yang Fan was sometimes sloppy, top-level confession words like "I love you" were rarely put on his lips. He lifted the other's chin and kissed the tears away: "I only live with you."

"That's good." Yang Fan sniffed and said, lying on Song Bai's chest, emotionally excited and having just cried, he blinked his eyes and lost consciousness and forgot all the following words.

When he opened his eyes again, he still felt a little swollen. Yang Fan stared at the arm lying in front of his eyes for a long time, covering his face with regret.

What a great opportunity last night, what a great opportunity to confess affectionately and deepen the emotions, what a great opportunity was wasted.His eyes were so dry that he couldn't bear it. He turned over and wanted to continue sleeping. Anyway, Song Bai hadn't woken up yet, what was he afraid of? If Song Zhongguo wanted to beat someone, he would definitely beat his grandson first, it was necessary.

As a result, when I touched it with my hand, I felt that this bed was not soft, piece by piece?

He took out a crumpled sheet and tried to look at it, his face suddenly changed and he hurriedly lifted the quilt.

Song Bai opened his eyes and took him into his arms smoothly, his voice was sexy and hoarse when he got up early: "Sleep again, you cried very late yesterday."

If it was normal, Yang Fan would have pouted his buttocks and rolled the sheets a few more times, but this time he was not in the mood at all, he looked at the crumpled Grandpa Mao and his mouth shrugged.

"Sleep, why don't you sleep, you give me back the big red envelope!"

Before Song Bai opened his eyes, he was kicked out by the person on the bed. When he looked up, he saw Yang Fan was naked, wearing a big red underwear, with two thin white long legs holding Grandpa Mao and crying bitterly: "My red envelope !"

Such a loud sound on the second floor must have alarmed the two old people, so they helped each other and ran to the grandson's room. Before reaching the door, they heard the crying of the grandson's wife. Shen Shulin thought something happened and hurried to open the door.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect...

Song Zhongguo looked at the messy scene in the room and the two people in disheveled clothes, and was immediately filled with anger and fury.

"You guys put on my clothes and come out and stand in the corner, stand in the corner!!"

"Don't speak for them!!"

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