There are immortals at home [entertainment circle]

Zhuo Fan has seen this man before, and he is Zhong Sizhe, director of planning department of Kolas.

Zhuo Fan has been acting for many years, and has been in contact with various types of characters. Although he doesn't show his emotions very much, in fact, his skills in observing words and expressions are not a problem, so as early as the first meeting, Zhuo Fan had already Aware of Zhong Sizhe's strangeness - as if he was suppressing something, that is not the mood that a normal person should have.

Therefore, Zhuo Fan stayed away from Zhong Sizhe, let alone let Le Luo get in touch with him, but he didn't expect Zhong Sizhe to go so crazy that he pretended to be a delivery man and broke in, even with a knife.

"What's the use of killing him?" Zhuo Fan pretended to be calm, not even looking at Le Luo, but looked at Zhong Sizhe with a contemptuous gesture, "Your target is not him, but me. "

"So you know..." The knife in Zhong Sizhe's hand relaxed a little because of this, but immediately tightened it tighter, almost roaring, "Then why didn't you accept that bouquet of flowers? Why are you still with this person! ?”

Looking at the blade tightly pressed against Le Luo's neck, Zhuo Fan's face was still calm, but his hands were slowly clenched.

And Zhong Sizhe has already started talking on his own.

"Zhuofan, do you know how much I like you? I have watched all your movies countless times. You on the screen belong to me, and all your characters belong to me. I thought In reality, you are also clean and self-conscious, but why—”

All of Zhong Sizhe's hatred immediately turned on Le Luo.

"Why does this person appear? Why do you like this person!?"

Zhong Sizhe lingered on the edge of madness for a while, and suddenly had an answer, the anger on his face turned into a distorted smile, and the knife in his hand was about to move.

"I understand, as long as this person disappears..."

"Let him go," Zhuo Fan couldn't watch anymore, he tried to keep his voice steady, "I'll exchange."

The non-resisting expression and tone, as if completely compromised, made the other party startled.

"Exchange?" Zhong Sizhe seemed to be bewitched. He watched Zhuo Fan slowly approaching him, and the knife in his hand relaxed a little because of this. He thought that he would soon be able to touch the person he longed for day and night. ...

But Zhuo Fan just paid attention to the knife in his hand, intending to subdue Zhong Sizhe when he was slack.

Zhuo Fan is not sure if he can do it, but the worst case is to really use his own exchange to restrain Zhong Sizhe, and before that, he must keep Le Luo away from the dangerous knife edge.

"Why..." Just when Zhong Sizhe was about to get carried away, Le Luo who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

At the same time, the knife in Zhong Sizhe's hand suddenly flickered. He thought that Le Luo wanted to take the opportunity to escape, so he immediately wanted to tighten the knife, but the knife could not move as if it was embedded in cement.

When Le Luo turned around slowly, Zhong Sizhe realized that it was because Le Luo was holding the blade with his hand.

Even though he held the blade with his hand, no blood flowed.

Zhong Sizhe looked at this scene in amazement, and wanted to pull out the knife with all his strength in desperation, but his feet left the ground in an instant——

Following the pointing of Le Luo's other hand, Zhong Sizhe just floated in mid-air.

"Why do you bully my apprentice?" Le Luo asked, while slowly tightening the hand pointing at him, and at the same time, the strength on Zhong Sizhe's neck was also tightened.

Obviously not being directly touched, Zhong Sizhe seemed to be pinched by some irresistible force by the neck, his breath was taken away, and his dangling feet struggled desperately...

His hands grabbed his throat indiscriminately, desperately trying to pull away the force that was strangling his neck, but he couldn't hold anything.

But Le Luo just looked at him blankly, in front of Le Luo, the lives of mortals are as fragile as ants...

"Enough." At the moment Zhong Sizhe was dying, Zhuo Fan suddenly hugged Le Luo from behind, and his voice rang in Le Luo's ear.

Because Le Luo's celestial power was suppressed by Zhuo Fan, Zhong Sizhe fell heavily to the ground, convulsed all over his body, gasping for breath while struggling, unable to get up for a while.

But Le Luo seemed to have come back to his senses at this time. He wanted to look back at Zhuo Fan's expression, but he couldn't turn around because he was hugged too tightly, so he had to ask, "Tuer, what's wrong with you?"

Zhuo Fan didn't speak, only his breath lingered on Le Luo's neck.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Le Luo thought that Zhuo Fan was afraid, so he had to comfort him and said in a soft voice.

"He hanged me up... He was going to strangle me..." Zhong Sizhe finally screamed in a hoarse voice, and was forcefully tortured away.

Zhuo Fan called the police before he came up, so the police came to the scene quickly. They were skeptical of Zhong Sizhe's words, who had a history of schizophrenia, and there were no pinch marks or other people's fingerprints on Zhong Sizhe's neck.

"You two, please help us investigate this matter." However, they still routinely asked Zhuo Fan and Le Luo to go to the police station.

Le Luo was a little timid and hesitant, until Zhuo Fan clenched his hands before he calmed down.

"I will go with you." Zhuo Fan said.

"Ahem... let's go this way." The other party cleared his throat to hide his embarrassing blushing, because they not only saw the current handshake, but also saw the hug just now.

The news of this incident spread quickly. Early in the morning, the crew's phone was ringing, and various media flocked to the scene.

"Zhuo Fan was attacked last night?" Ren Hang was stunned when he heard the news. He was shocked for a while before he realized that he immediately asked people to block the media outside, and then called Zhuo Fan to ask for details. Condition.

After waiting for a long time, Zhuo Fan answered the phone.

"Zhuofan, what happened to you last night? How is the situation? Are you injured?" Ren Hang asked anxiously.

"No injury, I have something to do now, I'll talk about it later." Zhuo Fan only briefly explained the situation, and then hung up the phone.

"Where are we going?" Seeing that Zhuo Fan hung up the phone, Le Luo asked him suspiciously.

At this time, a large number of reporters were guarding the gate of the community where Zhuo Fan lived, but the house is now empty.

After last night's matter was dealt with, Zhuo Fan took Le Luo home and simply packed up his things and came out. Now they are sitting in the same car, and the scenery outside the car window has gradually changed from high-rise buildings to green forests shade.

"Remember when I said I wanted to change my residence?" Zhuo Fan asked.

Le Luo nodded.

"We are going to our new home now." Zhuo Fan said.

When the car stopped at the end, Le Luo, who followed Zhuo Fan out of the car, saw the vast and beautiful sea, and this unassuming detached villa in front of the sea.

"Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Luo, we will protect you from today on." A row of bodyguards in front of the villa said to them respectfully.